His heart was racing and he was suddenly aware that his lips were very dry but feared licking them, feeling like it gave away how nervous he was. Instead found himself biting down on his bottom lip to compose himself in some way.

But her blown pupils shifted and caught the movement. A breathy giggle leaving her lips, "Are you nervous Hitoshi?"

Her body hovered over him as she straddled his torso. Her pelvis centimeters away from his. The heat radiating off of her was a tease all on its own.

"I-" He was unable to finish his words as she placed her lips over his. He leaned into it, indulged himself into her taste.

His lips moving in tandem with hers. His arms sliding to her hips and pulling them flush with his own. Feeling her core hot against his erection made him groan into the kiss.

Wanting more of the feeling her grind up into her to only feel himself come undone with the movement.

Really? He though as his eyes opened.

It was only a dream.

He felt the slick feeling in his pajama pants though. The happy ending was real enough though. Looking at the clock he saw that it was 8 am. He kinda hoped to be sleeping in a bit longer but he was going to have to get dressed and clean himself up.

Leaving this room he ignores the sight of Aizawa watching the new and head straight for the bathroom.

It was awkward and his internal thought were nagging him that Aizawa knew. Why was it a paranoid thought to think that people always know your business.

Leaving the bathroom with new sweats and his pajama and a towel in his hand, he heads to the kitchen where the laundry set up was.

'Mr. Sato will be on trail in the coming days for his allegations of sleeping with a minor.' The news was on in the living room.

Aizawa enters the kitchen area and starts to refill in mug with fresh coffee. Hitoshi notices that his foster father already had another mug ready and was filling it.

"Breakfast?" The man offered the cup of black coffee to him. Hitoshi eyes the man as he closes the washer door and presses start.

"Thanks." He murmurs the words. They stand infront of one another in silence.

"What are your plans for today?"

Hitoshi doesn't find the question odd, but it did feel a bit odd with the current circumstances. He was trapped in the kitchen with he mentor blocking the only exit, having just put his jizz covered pants into the wash.

He knew that his father wanted him to open up about whatever was happening with him and Marie. But even they didn't have a clear idea. He also just didn't want to talk about it yet. Still finding it embarrassing.

"Training." Hitoshi keeps it vague on purpose.

Shouta Aizawa wasn't born yesterday and knew that his foster son was reaching a new adolescent stage. One where Hitoshi was margining from teen to adult. They were only a few months from graduation and adulthood.

He had seen the signs ever since Hitoshi started to get close with Marie. We his aid became closer to the family and he himself had started to tease the feline. It was a dead giveaway that his son was interested in the girl what he requested for him to not tease her.

And then there was the missing curfews and socializing outside of his normal group.

His eyes slid to the wash.

"Okay." He states and steps to the side to release him, "Just remember to be safe during training." As Hitoshi walks past, "Wouldn't want you to knock someone up."

Aizawa couldn't help the smirk on his face of getting the last word. He always knows what's going on. The face of embarkment only confirmed it.

"The dress attire if formal. Don't wear any of those sundresses that you have." Bianca had repeated for the 3rd time.

A beep on her side of the phone indicated a text. Looking at the screen she sees that its Sakura informing her that no ones knows about Shinso coming.

She tuned back into Bianca, "Something that shimmers and maybe shows off some of your assets. Even if you are shaped more like a stick."

As much as the body shaming annoyed her it wasn't the first time or the last. What struck her the most was the care toward her appearance at all.

"I don't see why that's necessary." She was aware of the tone of her voice and looks around the basically empty common area. No one was paying attention to her.

She hears the sigh on the other end, "Mom would like all of us to make a good first impression on her current client."

Just like was Sakura the other day, she could hear the void of emotion that indicated the hiding of something.

"Who exactly is this new client." Marie also tried to keep her voice even. Her eyes zoned out as she though of the possibilities. None of them positive.

"You'll know tomorrow. Be sure to come around 2pm for afternoon tea before our evening dinner with the client. Mother will probably want to prep you a bit during tea."

So, this was going to be a whole day event. She nearly groaned. Through her peripheral she saw Hitoshi enter the common room. When he saw her he gave a small wave before heading toward her.

"We'll send a car to-"

"No need. I will get there myself." Bianca was about to speak again, probably to object, "Also, I'm bringing a friend with me."

Before hearing whatever her sister would say, praise or protest, she hung up.

"Ready for training?" Hitoshi asks while shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

"Is this appropriate clothing?" She gestures to her clothing, which only consisted of leggings and a sports bra. She had a loose crop top on as well for modesty.

"Yeah. That should be fine. Was that your sister on the phone."

They made their way out of the building and headed for on of the many gyms on the school grounds.

"It wasn't the one you met the other day. That was Sakura and was Bianca. She was calling to tell me that the dinner has a dress code."

Grinning with his words, "What's the dress code for your self-invited boyfriend?"

"You're not going to let that go?"

"Nope."

"Hitoshi. I only just started calling you by your first name."

It was silent as they finished their walk. She wasn't sure what was on Hitoshi's mind but all she could think about was how Sakura's boyfriend joke in passing was never corrected. And how Hitoshi really seemed to like to have the title.

Marie wasn't sure what to make of it herself.

"Okay. First things first." Hitoshi took his place on the training mat, "Hit me."

"Uhh. How?"

He quirked a brow at her, "However you want. I want to see what you got. And you can't be scared to hit me. That's not going to help you get through the Sports Festival."

He used a come here motion with his hand, "Now come over here and hit me."

And she did.

And he started to laugh at her, causing her to blush intensely, "Hey, I really gave it my all."

He used his fist to cover his mouth as he tried to hold in his laughter, "I believe that you tried. At least now I know what I'm working with."

Marie wanted to glare.

"Okay. Okay. You did really well in the hero training so lets try to do defense first." He took on a fighting stance.

"Okay. I can do that."

And she did. Hitoshi kept trying to land on on her and she kept evading his blows. There was a shift in the air that her ears could pick up on just before he would punch.

She tuned into her feline senses. It was through them that she heard his leg shift for his body to pivot for a punch. Marie crutched but Hitoshi picked up on that. Using his knee to go directly into her chest.

It wasn't painful like she though it should have been. It was obvious that he was going easy on her.

On her back looking up at him was amusing. He was taking a knee on her sternum.

"So, what's the dress code for tomorrow?"

She wiggled under his knee, "Formal. Bianca said that I should try to where something that shows my assets."

Hitoshi removes his knee and sits next to the feline. Her assets? His eyes roam over her body for a moment before finding her face, "And for me. What? A suit?"

He said it as a joke but her face conveyed that his was spot on. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah. Also, my mother will speak down to you and ask you a lot of questions. She wont think about her tone or her words."

Hitoshi thought about that. He hated how it sounded like she was talking from experience.

"I've probably had worse." He stated.

She didn't like that. Hitoshi seems like someone who always had to prove himself. And here she was putting him into another situation where he was going to have to do it again.

"Hey, It will be great practice for future interviews. We can think of it like a practice run for our project." His words were meant to be reassuring. She could hear it in his voice and feel it in the wat that his hand touched her arm.

He didn't know it but it was also reassuring for her cat as well. Making her tail sliver out from under her and the end wrap around his calf.

Marie was grateful that neither one of them commented on it.

Her inner feline was on the verge of a purr.

"Was that it?" She hears his head turn to her, "I mean," She starts to fidget, "I thought there was more to our training."

Hitoshi smirked at her blushing face, he knew what she was asking.

"You're pretty good at defense. But I still think you need to work on your offense."

Marie watch as hit smirk subsided and he simply watched her. The ball was in her court.

It was her move.

She shifted on her side to face him. There was an uproar inside herself that she knew was her inner cat. It delighted in the action she wanted to pursue.

Her tail tightened around his leg and she leaned forward.

Hitoshi's face coming in closer and closer. Her eyes could get lost in his orbs and she's gladly drown in those pools.

She was nervous being this close to him. How was she the animal looking down at him but still felt like the prey.

Her nerves got the better of her and her cat released in a way that she didn't expect.

Her head went to the side of his neck and she coiled into his side.

Marie was nuzzling him. Much like how she had previously seen his own cat try to do with his palm.

The though has her tucking and rubbing her face into his neck and the side of his face. Inhaling his scent. Was that orange?

She continued to nuzzled and felt her leg drape over his torso. What was that other scent mixed in with the orange.

It was to delightful.

The intoxicated scent that brought a high was broken went she felt Hitoshi's arms wrap around her waist. Keeping her close.

She lifted her head and faced the guy that was under her.

"Another cat thing?" He asked with a small smile. His tone and smile and the way his hand lightly trailed up and down her spine made her feel accepted.

"Yeah." She put her head back into his neck embarrassed. It was so obvious that he expected her to kiss him and instead went into a nuzzling frenzy like he was catnip.

"I wasn't ready." She whispered into his neck.

It was silent in the gym as he continued to pet her spine. He didn't have to say anything for her to know that he wasn't mad at her and he was okay with how it all turned out.