Aizawa was currently leaning against the wall in Principal Nezu's office while both Hizashi and Nemuri occupied the chairs in front of the desk.
"We attest to his clear refusal to participate in any underage shenanigans." Hizashi speaks.
"Yeah. Yeah. I heard it too. But that sweet little thing is almost of age though." Nemuri shimmied in her seat with a grin on her face.
Aizawa found himself massaging his temples, "Is this going to interfere with my working here at UA? If I had known what the commission was up to, I never would have agreed to the apprenticeship."
Nezu looked down at the copies of the documents in front of him.
"Legally this doesn't affect your job at UA." The mammal pauses and carries a strained face, "Whether you engaged with the minor or not these forms do legally protect you."
"I don't have any intentions-"
"I am well aware of your intentions, Eraser. Regardless of what happens while you're undercover, you still have a secured position here at UA." Aizawa hears skepticism between the mammals' words. As if he was expecting him to slip up during his mission and end up in a position where he would have to engage, "But this document here clarifying the layout of your mission states that you will be cohabitating for a week prior to the mission."
"That is correct."
"Be sure to have a cover story available for if you're seen out and about in the surrounding areas or on school grounds. I trust you and you are legally covered but if a parent were to question the morality of anything, I can't say for sure how UA and the commission as a whole will handle the situation."
Hizashi sits up straight, "The commission wouldn't really fire Aizawa for a parental complaint over a situation they put him in. Would they?"
Nemuri fixes her glasses, "You'd also assume that they wouldn't raise a child to do explicit underground work either."
The room hesitated, "We don't know for sure-"
"Hiz, Really? She basically walked into the room with a paper signing her virginity away. Clearly stating that if he didnt, they'd just have someone else do it." The heated rage rolling off of Nemuri was tainting the air they all breathed.
Hizashi sat back. He hated to admit the dirty work that happened within the government. The fact that they were getting away with something that was morally wrong just because they signed a piece of paper. A paper that he knew his friend didn't want to sign.
Aizawa moved from his spot against the wall, "I stick to my word. I won't touch a minor in an inappropriate manner. Regardless of some document. But…" He felt the people in the room tense at his pause, "But it does ease my conscience that by signing it, I wasn't inadvertently giving it to someone else to sign."
He lets out a breath he was holding, "She said that her birthday was during the mission. Meaning that by the end she'll be an adult and won't be bound by the commission being her appointed guardian. I don't know how mentally or psychologically she is tied to them but I have my resources and I can help provide her with an alternative."
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"So maybe then she'll have a choice on who she can be intimate with." Nemuri's voice was solemn.
Yuri wasn't sure what to pack but did the best that she could with her current understanding of the mission. Hawks was again lounging across her bed lazily looking through a gossip magazine.
She'd hear the occasional snicker or scoff leave his mouth as he flipped through the pages.
"Did you know that apparently I use eyeliner?"
She rolled her eyes and grabbed her current novel from her desk, "I wouldn't put it past you. Why do you read that stuff?"
"It's enlightening." He turns the article around to face her, "They did capture my beautiful eyes though."
True to his words the picture in the magazine had a zoom shot of his eyes without his visor. The article was speculating which eyeliner brand the winged hero must use.
"Maybe you should inform them that that's just your pretty face." She snickers and snatches the magazine and sits criss cross in front of him.
"You think my face is pretty?" He smirks at her.
"I don't think. I know." She displays the picture of himself, "And so does everyone else."
"Yeah, But those people don't matter." He says it in a flirty tone and takes the magazine back. His hand touching over hers as he does.
She knew her face was starting to become flush. Because of what he insinuated. Because it was Keigo that insinuated it. But she also knew to ignore it. Because it wasn't true. Because it was Keigo who said it.
So she rolls her eyes, "What are you doing here anyways?" She asks and leans over her crossed legs to put her novel inside her personal bag along with the toiletries that she has packed. "You've never seen me off for a mission before."
Through her side eye she watches him shrug, "They told me that I needed to be here during your debriefing and send off."
"Sus." She murmurs under her breath causing the hero to laugh.
"Yeah. But I don't mind. I don't see you or the Project House much anymore." He starts to throw some of her folded clothes in her small suitcase, "You don't have much this time."
Yuri ignores his statement about not seeing the house they grew up in anymore. That's because he had aged out. He was the commission's success story that had made its way up the ranks. Living in a penthouse somewhere in the city. Yuri had only ever just seen pictures. The commission never lets them have much leisure time together. Not since Keigo admitted to the commission the side effects of her quirk.
Yuri resented him for a long time for telling them. Admitting during a meeting that he had contracted false attraction toward her. The commission woman appreciated his honesty and commitment. Removing them from one another to prevent distractions. Only to interact for short spurts or through reasons that involved missions. The latter never happened.
"My handler told me that during my adjustment week with Eraser I was to go shopping with him. To see what we would look good together in, or some shit like that." She raises a brow, smirks, and lifts up a black plastic card from her pocket, "Maybe I'll spoil myself."
Hawks did a fancy whistle, "Don't get in trouble like last time. You wouldn't want to spend too much of our hard working taxpayers dollars on your cheesy romance novels and bitter black iced coffee."
"You read half of my cheesy romance books." She huffed at him while slinging on her personal bag.
"Yeah. But the slutty smutty ones are my favorite." He had a feather bring her suitcase, "How else am I going to learn how to seduce my nesting partner?"
She heard him saying it in all jokes but couldn't help but think about how he had the luxury to explore and learn those things of his own accord. Yuri could feel the resentment like bile in the back of her throat.
They were in the hall headed to the meeting room.
"I don't know, Hawks. You could always just… rent a cabin for a week. I'm sure you'd learn a lot about your nesting partner if you're secluded in the middle of nowhere." The bite was in her bark as she walked ahead of them.
She doesn't hear it and she doesn't feel it coming. He was just that fast and his stealth was still a surprise to her at times.
Though what could she have expected him to do? Just take the words? Yeah. They ignored the past enough. Throwing snide comments and making inside jokes and references. But maybe this time she went too far. Or it was because it was too soon after having to deal with the consent form she had Eraserhead sign.
Whatever it was that provoked him, had triggered him enough to have her pinned to the hallways long collider wall.
They were the same height which wasn't saying a lot since she knew that Keigo was on the short side for being a male. His body was firmly pressed against hers. Her breasts flattening against his chest, she could feel how toned he was through both of their shirts, and his head was tilted to the side of her face, his breath heating her ear.
"You're right." Yuri felt his hands move from her waist to her hips molding himself there, "You can learn a lot."
The reasonable part of her mind was telling her to push him away.
Hawks' mouth was slightly ajar and dragged his bottom lip slowly up the side of her cheek.
The adrenaline and her palpitating heart told her to stay put and enjoy her crushes teasing.
"Like how sensitive your ears are."
He nips at her earlobe and she fights not to fidget under him.
"Or how much you like your kisses to be mostly lips."
His lips moved to be hovering over hers. Their faces were so close that she had no choice but to look into his hungry eyes. The pigment in his skin that gave him the sharp appearance of eyeliner. Women dreamed of getting their makeup to match the way his were born with.
Their noses were side to side and at a glance she could look down the bridge of his. His face was soft and sharp in all the right places. Both handsome and beautiful at the same time.
"My favorite though…" She hears his voice falter of its confidence but the longing was still there, almost needy, "Is how much you keen when you feel the slip of the tongue."
Simultaneously he licks her bottom lip while grinding his knee into her core. It was like a switch. She moaned and her hand gripped into his hair fiercely pulling it back to make distance.
Trying her hardest to push down her need as she bites her lip and squeezes her eyes shut, trying to ground herself.
Hawks watches as she tries to gain composure. He was momentarily disappointed that she didn't just take his advances right there. The stinging pleasure of her nails on his scalp will have to be enough for now.
While stepping back he feels as her pelvis steals the one last chance to grind down on his knee making him slow down his retreat. Watching her closed eyes and lip bitten mouth twist and hold in any last sounds that they could produce.
He mourns the feeling of her touch as their torsos separate and her hand slips to her side. The mourning is replaced with feelings of unease. Yuri was one of the closest people to him. Someone who understood growing up with the commission and the stuff they put them through. He forces himself to take a few steps ahead in the hall to not face her.
He clears his throat, "We should get going."
She was zoning in and out of listening. Hawks was doing a better job at pretending but she could tell that he wasn't in the head space either. She wondered if he was better because of being in the public eye more. Though if she really had to she knew she'd be able to fake attentiveness. But this was the commision and she didn't fully care.
Yuri's thoughts dragged back to Hawks' touch in the hallway. It had been a moment since she was by someone she didn't deem disgusting or just part of the mission. She couldn't help but wonder if his head was still in the hall.
Her eyes and ears went back into focus just long enough to know that they were still being spoken at. Why was he there for her briefing?
"With the change in your Home Run training instructor and final underground mission assessment, Yuri and Eraserhead will be reporting the progress to Hawks."
Home Run training instructor? Is that what they were calling the person who signed the contract?
"For clarification, I will be reporting back to Hawks the mission progress as well as my sex life." Her tone could have been called bratty and rude but it wasn't anything they weren't used to.
"Yuri, Don't undervalue your quirk by referring to your Home Run Ultimate Move to something as leisurely as just sex. You are capable of so much more than what you put out there already." Yuri could hear Hawks trying to hold in his laughter, "You and Eraserhead will report back to Hawks the effects that your Home Run has on the both of you and if different positions and outcomes make a difference in your coercion and visions."
Yuri's jaw was slightly ajar and really couldn't believe the new low that the commission was throwing her way.
She didn't think before she responded and after the words came out her mouth she really wished that she had thought them through.
"Wow, You guys really have a lot of faith in this bomb ass virgin pussy."
Hawks let it all out. He couldn't hold it in any longer. She really referred her vaginia to being a bomb ass virgin pussy.
He thought it was hilarious for a number of things. Because the main one being, even though he knew Yuri may have never had penetrative sex he knew that she had more experimental experiences then even he has had.
Everyone in the room waited for Hawks to stop laughing and calm his breath. That was when the lead commission woman spoke.
"I understand that sharing the details of the intercourse with Hawks might make you feel uncomfortabl-"
"Can't I just send in my own reports?"
"No." The answer was curt, "After talking with your handler we still believe that till after this mission is deemed a success you will continue to report to someone with a higher ranking than you."
Tension. "That's hardly fair. You have my hero status so far underground that I don't ever have a rank."
"Yuri." She heard Hawks warning whisper her way and she was about to ignore it.
"This would have been completely avoided if you would have been able to put your personal feelings aside and stuck with the original plan to simply just take the adjustment week to quirk train with Hawks. But seeing as the attachment is a drawback to your quirk, I accepted your choice to choose Eraserhead."
Hawks felt his feathers ruffle just slightly behind him and he could feel the anger shifting into something else in Yuri's aura.
"You are much more likely to work with Eraserhead again in the future and with Hawks it would just be a distraction for the both of you."
The words that the commission woman spoke hurt. They cut right to the core of where all of Yuri's insecurities lied. Did Keigo truly care for her? Would she ever be allowed to let him know she knows his real name? Was her body even her own anymore?
With a straight face and a nod of the head, Yuri submitted to the woman's tone. There was nothing to say. No arguing or fighting would help. If anything they'd re-sign the contract with Eraser and write up a new one with Hawks.
The commission woman continued to debrief, reminding Yuri that the purpose was to find information on trafficking disguised as BDSM owner exchange. That she'll be Eraser's submissive with the story of having a quirk used to help with obedience.
The event that they'd be attending was in an old European mansion. It is expected that Eraser will help training with the scene due to history in the 'adult' field experience that he had had while undercover in the past.
The commission explained how she'd be leveling up from drug lords and shady people to even bigger means of trafficking that needed to come to an end.
Was it really a level up though?
They were dismissed and explained that the car out front is to be used by Eraser during the mission. That it was on loan for them to be able to keep up the image. Of course the keys were handed off to Hawks rather than to her.
When they had made it out to the front of the premises Hawks let out a whistle at the sight of the car. Before he could even dream about taking the wheel the keys were swiped from his hand.
"Take care of my bags for me?" There was an ecstatic smile on her face as she rounded the sports car. A smile that Hawks couldn't fight or refuse her request. Sending his feathers to take her luggage to the trunk while he got into the passenger seat.
"Why don't you ever let me drive~?" He whined playfully and watched as she checked out the dashboard and inner workings of the car.
"Because you can fly. And this." She rubs both hands over the steering wheel and nuzzles her cheek to the center, "This is my version of flying." She looks off dreamily, "My inner city drifting mission has been, by far, my most favorite and I wish more thugs would buy illegal car parts with their dirty money."
Hawks snickered at her statement, "Okay, Fingers crossed on your Tokyo Drift dreams and let's get this thing flying away."
They ended up taking the highway which wasn't a surprise to Hawks. Neither was the increasing acceleration that he could feel through his veins the further away from the mansion they got.
He watched as Yuri's hand gripped the gearshift with a smooth accuracy.
The commission required that he had learned both automatic and manual.
He had a driver's license.
He hated to drive. Why drive when you can fly?
Yuri had the same training and during a mission learned a great deal more from the guy she was a groupie under. Apparently she friended one of the female racers and was still in contact with them as well.
Hawks watched Yuri's eyes light up with adrenaline as she controlled the speeding sports car.
Even though he didn't agree with how they placed her with her missions there were times he found himself a bit envious of the more widened experiences she got to have.
Because God Forbid something damage the reputation of Hawks. They raised him for the public eye and for Yuri to be hidden.
That was why she was named Yuri and why they kept her appearance their interpretation of bland. With her typical asian long black hair and bangs.
They even went as far as restricting her diet and fitness routine to be sure she kept her lean and thin figure.
Throughout the years with the commission he had thought that he was the one that caused the most trouble but really he was just playing into the 'too fast' heart throb that they had wanted him to be. But when it came to adrenaline driven? Yuri was the real fire they tried to put out.
He liked to see her indulge in the freedom and that's why on the way to Eraser's apartment they stopped for fast food. Fast food that she complained about because she hadn't prepared for it.
But even if it was just a small fry and four chicken nuggets he could see the childlike excitement on her surface as she ate the food. Even taking a few sips from his soda and dipping the meat into the different sauces.
He also pretended not to notice her stealing two of his own nuggets as they rounded the corner onto the residential street.
"Alright Kid, this is our stop."
Yuri tried not to groan at the nickname. He gave it to everyone.
"I'm not a kid." She manuvores the car into a parking spot in front of the apartment, "And don't you dare forget my birthday while I'm away on this mission."
"Wouldn't dream of it, Yur."
Without asking he helped with the luggage. His feathers brought them along behind them as they made their way into the apartment building.
Aizawa knew that the girl was going to show up at some point. He'd gotten the guest room ready for her stay and had been waiting basically all day for her arrival since a time wasn't given to him.
He didn't expect for her arrival to be accompanied by the rising pro hero Hawks. From the previous encounter the girl had given him the impression that she had unrequited feelings for the hero. There was also an undertone of an apparent history due to the two working under the commission.
All of that was obvious when he answered the door and saw the pair standing in the frame. When he welcomed them in and the winged hero ushered her ahead of him with a hand at the small of her back and one wing slightly open guarding her back. The upturn of her lips at his actions.
But above all, the apparent nativity they both had to their actions, what they meant, and what they clearly evoked in one another.
Aizawa tried to scratch the observations and lay it all out as simple familiarity.
"I'm headed out." The winged hero turns from the girl who had made herself comfortable on the couch, "Just wanted to introduce myself." The hero holds out his hand, "I'm Hawks and you guy'll be reporting your suppose'ed sexipades and mission intel to me."
He takes a moment at just looking over the younger hero before taking his hand and shaking it, "You're aware that I don't have intentions on acting upon the immoral quirk training?" He keeps his tone even but can't help the rise of a brow in question.
"Well, yeah. It was my idea to have Yur turn to you. You have a Chaotic Good Reputation and I thought you'd sign the papers to help out." Hawks shrugs like it was a no brainer.
Amused, "And if I hadn't signed the papers?"
Hawks looks back at Yuri who was listening and watching the conversation. Her arms crossed and her head resting on the back of the couch. Aizawa noticed the glint in the avian's eye with his words.
"Well, Then I'd have to return her birthday gift and just opt for birthday sex instead." Yuri responds with a humorous snort from the couch, "I'm told she's got a bomb ass virgin pussy."
The pair laughed and Aizawa couldn't help but be reminded of the dynamic that Hizashi and Nemuri gave off. And that alone made him realize that this was going to be a long dragged out two weeks.
