My Hero Academia: The First Night
Content Warning: Contains sex scenes and is generally horny.
"Welcome to our home sweet home," Ochako said, gesturing to her apartment. It wasn't a lot. The front door led right into the living room, which was just large enough for a small dining table, a few chairs, a couch, and a television that saw very little use. Connected directly to that room was the kitchen where every appliance was finally seeing use. A pot of miso soup boiled on the stove, and she quickly turned down the heat. The rice cooker had switched to warming mode minutes previously, happily awaiting the release of steam upon being first opened. Chicken baked in the oven, just over five minutes left before it too was done. That just left the vegetables. She stuck a fork in them, found them soft enough and turned off the streamer. All according to plan.
"I see how it is, paying more attention to food than me," said Himiko, appearing behind Ochako without a sound. She wrapped her arms around Ochako. "You're very good at making a girl jealous."
Ochako laughed. "It's been two minutes. Tops." She checked to make sure the food would be fine without her assistance. Once she was sure it was, she turned her attention back to Toga. "Just a few minutes. How about I show you around and you can get dressed?"
"What, you don't want to spend dinner looking at yourself?" asked Himiko, her transformation into Ochako still active.
"I would much rather see your smile every time you taste my food," replied Ochako. That got a reaction from Himiko. A bright smile and slight blush. Was it wrong for Ochako to think that she looked very cute at that moment?
Himiko skipped out of the kitchen. "Then hurry up slowpoke!"
Ochako directed Himiko out of the living room and into a short adjoining hall that opened into a bedroom, combination office and gym, and finally a small bathroom. She wondered if the living arrangements were going to be too cramped for two people. Ochako didn't own a lot, she wasn't the type of person to spend her money and was simple in her desires. Just pre-buying for Himiko the basics had almost doubled the amount of stuff she owned. She'd run everything past Himiko via the prison, so she wasn't too concerned about her not liking anything. But she wondered how Himiko would feel about the-
"I love this bed spread!" said Himiko as she skipped into the bedroom and onto the queen bed. She sunk into the star field covered quilt, sighing contently. "So much nicer than prison…"
"I'm glad you like it," said Ochako, her mind racing as she tried not to think about her bed. She distracted herself by putting the screen back on the window. It had been the perfect escape hatch once she'd heard Himiko knocking at her door. "The closet is right there. Feel free to pick out anything you want. You can drop your transformation in the tub. Would you like me to close the door between the hall and living room to give you privacy?"
"There's nothing you haven't seen before," replied Himiko, making sultry poses from the bed. "And nothing you won't get to see going forward."
"That's not the point," said Ochako, her imagination already running wild. She felt that if she saw Himiko naked at that moment, she'd pass out. This screen was taking a lot more effort to put in than it had to take it out.
"Where do you keep the bandages?"
Ochako fumbled with the edge of the screen, popping it in only for the opposite corner to pop out. "Down the hall, cupboard next to the bathroom. Did you get cut on the way over?"
She heard Himiko getting off the bed and leaving the room. "Not for me." There was the noise of rummaging as Ochako managed to get three out of four corners in. Just one more to go… "Hold still, I forgot to clean up after myself." Ochako was unsure what she meant, focused as she was on popping the final corner of the screen in. Then she felt Himiko's tongue running over her neck once again.
Ochako let out a small cry as her body jerked in surprise, popping the last corner into the window frame. One lick. Two licks. Then slender fingers running across her neck as a bandage was placed over the bite punctures, she'd forgotten about in the excitement of Himiko's arrival. Himiko smoothed down the bandage, cool hands on her increasingly warm neck.
"There, much better," said Himiko. Her voice was back to sounding like normal, the sound of a smile.
"Thanks," said Ochako. She turned around to face her new roommate. "I totally forgot that that was still bleedi-aaaahhh!" She let out a cry as she saw that Himiko had transformed back to herself. Wearing nothing but a towel.
"You're welcome. O-cha-ko."
That damned smile and the way Himiko said her name was too much. "Ineedtogocheckonthefood," said Ochako hurriedly, rushing out of the room. "Takewhatyouwantdinnerwillbereadyinfive!"
Ochako retreated to the sound of Himiko's laughter. It was much hotter in the kitchen than when she'd left, so she opened the small window and turned on the stove top fan. That didn't do much to cool things down or drown out the laughter in her ears though. So, after confirming that the food was going to be okay for another minute, she ran cold water from the sink and splashed her face. That helped a bit to calm her down. The laughter had died down from the other room as well. That was a bit ominous if Ochako was being honest, but maybe Himiko was just too focused on picking clothes? Fingers crossed.
"Here comes the specialist girl!" Ochako fought back a smile as Himiko skipped into view. It was a very interesting look. Black thigh high socks that went up to a simple white sleeveless dress. For some reason she'd put on thin black arm gloves that covered just past her elbows. Himiko's hair was done up into a single messy bun with a white hairband topping off the look. And a tracking band around her ankle. Peak Himiko fashion. When Ochako didn't immediately respond, Himiko gave a wide, toothy smile. "Remember, if you don't say something nice, I might cry."
Ochako resisted admitting that a crying Himiko still had her charms, and instead said, "Sorry, you were too beautiful. It looks nice." She also fought the voice in her head that said that the clothes would look even better on the floor. Himiko's naked figure from before was super imposing itself over the dressed Himiko. Ochako shook the image from her mind. Had she always been this lewd of a woman? "Food is ready."
Himiko gave that hungry smile that sent Ochako's stomach through flips. So joyful yet craving something else. "I'm starving," said Himiko. She entered the kitchen, looking around. "Let me help. Where do you keep the forks?"
"That drawer right over there," said Ochako, turning off the heat for everything and removing the chicken from the oven. "Thanks."
"Got them," said Himiko. She looked over to the chicken and smiled. "That smells great. What is it?"
"Pomegranate chicken," said Ochako. "You told me you liked them, so I wanted to see what I could make. I hope this turns out well…"
"I'm sure it'll be delicious, like you." Ochako blushed at that, but Himiko just turned back to helping. "Where are the plates?"
"Up top," replied Ochako, pointing to a cabinet out of reach. Seeing Himiko eyeing the cabinet it occurred to her how much of her kitchen was designed around vertical space. She could float up and grab whatever she needed, and weight didn't matter, so she'd placed things with that in mind. She would need to reconsider how things were laid out going forward. "Don't worry about them. I'll get the plates in a minute."
"I've got this," said Himiko, not hesitating as she climbed onto the kitchen counter. "No worries, I washed my feet before getting dressed."
"That wasn't my-," started Ochako before just giving up on the sentence and letting out a heavy sigh. She couldn't help but smile at Himiko standing so high, rummaging around her cabinets. She was just like a cat getting someplace she shouldn't. As she stared though Ochako realized that Himiko was taller than her and the dress didn't fall as low. From this angle Ochako was almost able to make out Himiko's-
"Are you getting an eye full down there?" asked Himiko, her tone sultry.
"Of course not!" said Ochako, turning around quickly.
"Too bad," said Himiko. Ochako looked back over right as the woman jumped backwards off the counter with two plates firmly in hand. Her skirt flipped up slightly and Ochako got a good peek beneath it. Himiko then sauntered past Ochako out of the kitchen, clearly exaggerating the sway of her hips. "I've got the plates, is the food ready?"
"Yep!" said Ochako, jumping into serving. Once their food was plated, and Ochako floated back up for bowls for the soup, they sat down at the table. It was weird to eat at home with someone else. Ochako tried to cook, but hero work kept her busy and out of the home. By the time she was done for the day she was usually too tired to cook, so it was cheap stall food most of the time. There was something surreal about eating across the table from Himiko. But seeing Himiko's smiling face as she enthusiastically ate and complimented each dish, that was a happiness that made her heart want to explode out of her chest.
It turned out that the only thing that could get Himiko to stop talking was a good meal. It was a relatively quiet dinner, unless you counted the effusive praise that came as Himiko finished each dish. She saved the chicken for last, and it was as they were both finishing that she could no longer contain her excitement. "This chicken is a-ma-zing," said Himiko, her eyes alight with delight.
Ochako chuckled. "I'm glad you like it. It took me forever to peel that pomegranate. I know there's a trick, but I just couldn't figure it out. By the end half the seeds had popped and my hands were totally dyed red."
"I'll show you how to cut them sometime," said Himiko. She picked up a seed between her fingers and popped it in her mouth, smiling in delight. Then she did it with another. And another. And another… Each time seemed slower than the last. The woman's fingers went into her mouth, then slowly out. Each time just a little redder…
"I really hope I'm the only one who knows how much of a perv the Zero Gravity Hero Uravity is."
"I'm not a perv!" said Ochako, slamming her hands on the table as her face turned bright red. Was it that wrong to stare at such a cute sight? Had she stared too long? Before she could continue defending herself, the table started to float upwards. Realizing her mistake with her Quirk, Ochako quickly put her hands together. The table dropped a short distance, but it was enough that Ochako's little bit of miso soup splashed out of the bowl and onto her shirt and pants. Ochako felt ready to combust from embarrassment as Himiko broke into uncontrollable laughter. It was such a pleasant sound and expression of joy, but Ochako could only focus on herself. "I'm so sorry, I'm going to get changed and then I'll be right back to clean up."
With that she left the room, Himiko's laughter fading away behind her. She closed the bedroom door and took off her dirty clothes. Then she tossed them into her hamper, but instead of going for new clothes she just slumped down on the floor next to her bed, head in hands.
"What am I doing?" muttered Ochako. This was Himiko's first day at her new home, and she was trying to make it perfect, but everything felt overwhelming. She'd visited the former villain in prison and talked over the phone and never felt like this. But now that there was nothing separating them, now that Himiko was so close she could see her unfiltered, hear her voice clearly and even touch her…
"Are you okay?" Ochako looked up and saw that Himiko had entered the room, concern on her face. "Sorry if I laughed too much. I just thought you were too cute and funny. I've been having a great time and I'm so glad I get to spend my first day of freedom with you. If I'm getting on your nerves, I can sleep on the couch or something."
Ochako shook her head. "It's not that. It's just…" She went quiet, trying to figure out how to phrase her inner turmoil. Himiko just waited silently, patiently. A sign of her growth since their teenage years. If Himiko could do it, then so could she. Ochako took a deep breath, let it out slowly then stood up. "I'm also so happy to have you here. Almost too happy. I thought I knew what today would be like. Greet you, talk, make a meal and settle in. But since the moment you arrived, the moment I touched you, every part of me has felt like it's burning. I keep staring, even though I shouldn't. You're so cute, from your smile to your laugh to your…," Ochako had to take another breath to keep pushing forward, "to your butt. Everything about you is too much I just want to-"
"Touch me?" asked Himiko. Ochako nodded. Himiko took a few steps forward so that they were almost nose to nose. Ochako could feel Himiko's hot breath and smell her unique scent. Blood and pomegranates. She reached out a hand and rested it on Ochako's cheek. "I want to touch you so much it hurts. To feel every part of you. To entwine so that we can't tell where one of us ends and the other begins. I want to be you, and I want you to be me. If you want to touch me just as much, then what are you waiting for, hero?"
Himiko dropped her dress and Ochako saw that she had nothing on underneath beyond her socks and arm gloves. All was bare for Ochako to see. Something snapped in Ochako's mind and the next moment she was pulling Himiko into a tight embrace, slamming their mouths together. The pair furiously drank of each other, their tongues clashing as their breath ran out. Ochako's hand fell to Himiko's butt, while one of Himiko's groped her breast. Their kissing was broken up as Himiko shoved Ochako backwards and the pair tumbled towards the bed.
It was on instinct that Ochako removed their gravity, causing the pair to float just off the bed. As they caught their breath, they broke into smiles and giggles. "Guess I should've seen that one coming, hero."
"I'm wise to your tricks," replied Ochako. "My reflexes are finely tuned to respond to any crisi- hey! What are you doing back there?"
"Removing your bra," said Himiko, releasing the latch on the piece of clothing then tossing it to the side. She then nestled her face right between Ochako's breasts. "Mmhm. Much better."
"My mouth is up here, you know."
"But your tits are right here," said Himiko, nibbling on them. Ochako couldn't help but let out a moan. "That sounds like approval to me. Would you like me to stop?"
"No," moaned Ochako. Keep going."
"With pleasure," said Himiko in between licking Ochako's nipples. Her gloved hand ran its way down Ochako's thigh and underneath her panties. It was already slick under there, so Himiko's fingers rubbed against her clit a few times before sliding right inside. One finger and a short moan. Two fingers, a much longer moan and Ochako felt her Quirk waver for a second. Slowly Himiko worked her fingers inside of Ochako, the pair rocking back and forth in their position above the bed. As Ochako's moans increased in intensity, Himiko laid gentle kisses on Ochako, starting with her breasts and working up to her nape, then her neck, then her check. Ochako was about to let out a long moan as Himiko hit a particularly good spot inside of her, but Himiko kissed her, covering her mouth turning a moan to a passionate kiss.
Ochako felt her body grow numb as pleasure overwhelmed her brain. There was a brief moment where time stood still, then she felt her body climax, spasming quickly as she let out a gasp. Unfortunately, she also released her Quirk, and the pair tumbled to the bed, bouncing slightly as they did. They just laid there for a few minutes, panting to catch their breath.
"Zero gravity sex for our first time," said Himiko, giggling. "How naughty, O-Cha-Ko."
Ochako turned to her side and reached out a hand to cup Himiko's cheek. "You're so cute when you're lewd."
"How cute?"
"The cutest in the world," said Ochako, her honest feelings threatening to burst her heart. What had she done to deserve a sight like this?
Himiko snuggled up against her, face nestled in her chest. "Do you mind if I clean up the dishes in the morning? It's been a long day and I just want to rest here."
"Fine by me."
The pair lay in each other's embrace as their breathing softened and their hearts calmed. Ochako felt sleep overtaking and she saw that Himiko's eyes were already closed.
"Ochako," said Himiko, her voice dreamy and fading away the end of the word. "I'm home..."
"Yes," said Ochako, clutching her love tighter to her chest. "Welcome home."