She knew that she had messed up when she heard the door opening and signaling that Eraserhead was home from patrol.
But luckily she had also just finished her book, even if it did take the entire night. But she just had to read the aftermath with Loid and Kyoko. To which they still didn't end up together. Even after the steamy lovemaking and tear jerking pillow talk.
Before closing her eyes to actually try to sleep a bit, she mentally took note that she'd need the next book.
Her dreams were filled with the possibilities that book two could offer. The next mission or adventure that main character Kyoko would go on and how it would lead to, hopefully, a full romance with Agent Loid.
The waking hours stole away the dreams and brought her back to her reality. The real world. A place where it felt like romance was dead. At least for her. She was sure that it was real and out there but couldn't see someone falling in love with her. Not when her job was to be promiscuous for information.
Yuri didn't get dressed and opted for leaving the guest room in her sleeping attire. Eraser had yet to have any complaints about the briefs.
It was down to business and coffee. After replicating the previous morning she got herself comfortable on the couch with her laptop for research.
There wasn't much in relation to her quirk. She could draw some possibilities based off of some of the seduction and bind control quirks. It was interesting how quirks could be similar but still function so differently.
Some had touch triggers or sight or smell, while others were simple at will.
It was long ago that Yuri had learned that hers was a bit of touch and will. But to get deeper into the subconscious the corresponding person needed to have high levels of oxytocin and dopamine in their system.
Which was why they needed to have a 'happy ending' when it came to 3rd base. With the high amount of chemicals being released it was easier for her to use her coercion longer and even access segments of the person's memory.
Yuri had done a lot of research on the past pertaining to her quirk and today there seemed to be no new news to follow up on. So she moved on to part two.
What was she going to tell the commission her and Eraser were doing for her training? There was only one real source that she could turn to.
Porn.
It wasn't something that she had really watched in the past. She was around and saw situations very often that nullified the appeal for her. When it came to consuming recreational sex, she preferred to read it in her books.
There were hundreds of sites that popped up on the search engine. Her brain was racing on which one to start with. Were some sites better than others? She didn't click on any of the niche ones and the more broad sites.
Yuri oddly enough found peace as she lounged across the couch in the quiet apartment.
'I bet this is why Eraser lives here. He seems like the type of man who'd appreciate the quiet.'
She stuck with the amateur content. Even though she made bold claims to having a Bomb Ass Virgin Pussy. It was in all honesty an amateur ass virgin pussy. There had been hands and mouths that had touched those lips but never had she had full penis penetration.
Watching the videos she tried to imagine herself as the woman. Not in a sexual pleasure sort of way but in a, would this be believable to tell the commission type of way. She thought of Hawks and his cheesy romantic comment.
He wasn't wrong. Throughout some of the browsing she saw amateur videos of couples being more intimate with one another and somehow she couldn't help but long for that.
And then her mind shifted to the fact that her 'trainer' was Eraser. She giggled to herself thinking back to their bondage conversation the night before.
'He looks like someone who would give amazing aftercare.' The thought made her shutter.
Yuri had been in situations a few times where she was tied up and never once was there good aftercare. If there was, she had to use that time wisely. To get herself down from the head space she was in while also using her quirk. It's a lot more challenging than you'd think.
Before she knew it she was on the BDSM tag and that turned into Rope Bunny and that led to Dommy Mommy.
Her posture couldn't help but straighten as she dove further into the dominatrix world. Watching videos, reading articles, and seeing what books she could purchase later on. Yuri's eyes and mind were transfixed on the sight of the role reversal. Sure she had had a few women she'd had to be undercover and under the covers with.
But nine times out of ten she was the submissive or the domestic one of the pairings. When on a mission she didn't always like the situations that she was in. She pretended to like it and oftentimes she wished she'd be allowed to hit the person back.
She heard the chuckle leave her lips, 'These women are getting paid to hit these guys AND they're enjoying it.'
Because no one wants to hit someone if they don't like it… for the most part.
Another smirk on her lips as she continues her dive.
. . .
He was expecting them to bombard him with questions… and he ignored all of them as he made his way to his assigned teacher desk.
Some of the questions were repeats from the text messages that he ignored from the group chat that they insisted on. Though he wouldn't admit that he enjoyed that cat memes and videos they'd share.
He'd send a thumbs up to give some sort of response and had also found that it was enough of a reply for them to keep things more civil.
"Shooo…" Nemuri whined as she placed her bottom on the desk next to his, "Tell us something. What's she like? Has she come on to you?" She playfully wiggles her torso.
"YEAH! How is the firecracker? Just like all the other hero course teens we teach?" Hizashi leans against the other desk.
Aizawa was trapped between them now.
Groaning, he sunk further into his capture cloth and crossed his arms. His eyes closing as he thought of his words.
"She's mature by the nature of her upbringing." He states as he remembers the topics of BDSM, Total Power Exchange, and the overall discussion around the mission. From his experience he had worked with even adults who'd blush, giggle, or find the topic mortifying. She took her work seriously with full knowledge of the missions folder and even conducting her own research.
"That's it?" Nemuri tries to draw out more.
Aizawa sighs, already exhausted with the whole interaction.
"When she arrived with Hawks I was expecting to have another cheer-y teenager no different than those in the hero course."
"Hawks? He's definitely a fine young hero. A bit cocky. But who doesn't like a bit of confidence." Nemuri interrupts.
"Yes. They seem to be close since both are commission heroes. Anyways, she definitely gives off a more mature aura. She doesn't seem to keep up with the usual teenage trends and had her nose in a book the whole time."
Hizashi hums, "Book smart." He muses.
"No. It was a romance novel that she berated me for interrupting when the pizza arrived."
"Sounds like you picked up on a few things. Do you think she's in deep?"
Aizawa leans forward, putting his elbows on the table and interlocks his fingers, "There are bad habits that she has, macro counting and ignoring the cage that's the commission." His chin was now on his hands as he thought of her words.
'...sometimes I feel a disconnect from some of the societal norms because of how hyper focused I have had to be with my missions.'
'...Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to do something outside of the usual underground work.'
'It would just be nice to have more dominance or say over some of the situations sometimes.'
"She's right at the surface." Aizawa thinks about her far off eyes and her escapism in her book, "She just needs to know that she can break through."
The group becomes silent as they think about his words. He wasn't one for many words. It was definitely not something he was known for.
Nemuri ended up leaving him a phone number to a club for training switches. When his eyebrows furrowed at the card she tapped it and became serious, "It sounds like she's wanting to switch was sub to dom and may need direction. This club isn't just the physical but also the mental. It's basically therapy for kinksters."
His eyes lingered on the black card with gold embossed.
Linda's.
It wasn't really the route that he was thinking. He had more in mind to help Yuri out of the BDSM and kink scene altogether. But he also wouldn't deny that maybe she just needed a healthy redirection.
He placed the card in his shirt pocket and nodded his head at the departing Nemuri, "Thanks."
"I also gotta dip. Let me know if you need help with your song bird." Hizashi followed behind the R-rated hero.
Aizawa's mind was half on the papers he graded and half on the mission. Hawks was going to be arriving that evening for a report. A report on training that he refused to be a part of.
'So, were you the one in the ropes or the one tying them?'
The question amused him at the time and his response should have been more thought out. But he could never turn down the opportunity to tease the girl. He was always one to tease his students. A bully. He had heard other teacher call him.
It was also amusing that she'd even think about him being the one tied. He'd been in the ropes but couldn't help that due to his skill with the capture cloth that he had more talent with the tying.
An image of Yuri with her arms tied in a basic arm binder. On her knees with her briefs and sports bra on. She was biting her lip holding in the fact that she was beginning to feel the discomfort, refusing to ask for release.
He shook the image from his head. "It's just a metaphor for her situation with the commission."
The image crosses his eyes again and becomes hyper aware of the rectangular paper in his shirt pocket.
. . .
Yuri smelt the food the moment the door opened. She could smell the spices tickling at her nose hairs. It was curry of some sort and it had her mouth salivating.
She felt her body swing forward from laying to sitting upright. Her head popping up and looking over the couch to the entrance. Sure enough Eraser was standing there with a bag of takeout.
"Oh, It's about time. You know, you have like no food in here." She playfully groans while placing her cheek on the back of the cushion.
Aizawa quirks a brow and shakes his head in self amusement, "I don't have to give this to you."
Yuri was taken back by the man's response. Was he joking? She couldn't tell. Was Eraser one to tease and joke? Was she being tested in some way?
Without much thought she went into role, straightening her back and clearing her throat. Though she was sure there was an eye roll in the process.
"Welcome Home." She noticed the tall brooding man hault hanging his cloth, "Thank you for bringing dinner. Would you like me to clear the table so that we can eat and discuss my quirk?"
Aizawa could feel the innocent act oozing from her. If he had been someone else he wouldn't have been able to know the difference. But due to previous interactions and simple time on the job, he could smell the overall fake-ness of it.
"Not necessary. Next time a simple 'thanks' will suffice." And he ignored the swell in his chest when hearing someone welcome him home.
She huffed at his disregard to her act and her eyes followed him as he ignored the table and came to the couch, setting the bag of food on the coffee table.
"Tell me about your quirk and your previous training." He spoke like he sounded bored. But his posture and movement showed his attentiveness.
And so she did. She told him about how there are levels to her quirk and can only be activated through touch.
The human mind responds to touch with doses of oxytocin and dopamine. The more that's released the more into someone's subconscious she can work with.
Aizawa listened to the basic explanation of her quirk. Sometimes knowing the basics could get you a long way.
"The commission has labeled my levels as 1st, 2nd, 3rd and a Home Run. 1st base is just touching. Holding hands, hand shakes, simple kisses or hands on the shoulder. This one is tricky because everyone responds differently to these things. Anyways, I can only do simple coercion with that."
Aizawa tentatively took notes as they ate their food.
"This is the most that I did for a long time. At most simple kisses and sitting on someone's lap. But one day I was fake dating this guy, hmm, about three years ago and a simple kiss turned into a makeout session." She moves her chopsticks around as she relives the story, "And that led to being able to enter and unlock memories. Even memories that they may have locked away. It only lasts 3 minutes but it's enough to find underground locations, security codes, and waaaay more than you'd think."
"And training?" Aizawa pushes.
"I didn't really train with 1st or 2nd base formally. It was definitely more on the job and what training I did have with the commission was more psychological and sociological. Every mission being different I more or less had to piece the information together."
"You moved on from 2nd to 3rd rather quickly. Was 3rd base also informal training?" He could already feel the hesitation radiating off of her.
There was a fine line in what was and what wasn't appropriate to talk about. But then he also needed to know what he was working with. He was a teacher and it was important to be informed to help her advance with her quirk when she was ready.
She releases a detoxifying sigh, "Not exactly." There was a faint blush on her cheeks, "When it was discovered that I even had different levels they immediately put me into 2nd and 3rd training."
Yuri's silence was deafening for Aizawa. It wasn't their shared comfort that he had experienced up till now.
"They had Hawks help with the training. We were sent to a cabin for three weeks. They wanted to be sure that the training was done before his 18th birthday. We already knew that it was going to be announced that he was going to be in the top ten. I assume that they didn't want to have any paper trails with his name on it. They expunged anything they deem unsightly from his youth once he turned 18."
Putting his plate of food on the coffee table he processed what he was just told.
"And the training?"
He couldn't believe the twisted fact that the commission. The Public Safety commission was training their heroes in such a way. It made his ears bleed as she started to speak about how her and Hawks spent their training in a cabin in the middle of the woods.
She was 15 while Hawks was 17 at the time. Aizawa listened as her voice became void of emotion. Shielding the event with a mask.
"We ended up learning that regardless of hands on, our positions, or it being oral or not, that in the end the other person's release was the trigger. During and after the release I could have full brain memory and cognitive thoughts for as long as 28 minutes."
"And what can you do with that?" He inquired. Keeping his voice plain even though he was curious on the overall tellings of her quirk.
Yuri sighs, "Well, I learned that I can go further back into childhood memories. The commission had classified questions that I was to ask Hawks and tasks that I was to ask him to do and see if he'd do them under my influence. Prior to 3rd base I couldn't see core memories or anything too far away and the coercion wasn't like I was taking over their mind as much as suggestion was really influential. So wording was key. Like, high tech manipulation."
"Are there any drawbacks? Was Hawks coherent or aware during the recon?"
And there it was. The fidget with her nail, the slight avoidance of eye contact, and finally the connection of sight.
"You know, the number one rule I was always taught about working with another while on a mission, was trust… But I've always had to work undercover alone."
Aizawa was picking up what she was putting down. Not only was this a tough topic but it was also classified. Not even the other person she did this training with was aware of. His eyes didn't leave her brown eyes.
Her pupils were becoming dilated and he momentarily wondered if he placed his palm over her chest if he'd feel her heart racing.
"You can trust me." He spoke the words and they came out like velvet. A promise slipping smoothly off of his tongue. He felt the impact of his words hammer into himself.
The words he delivered were't empty to simply get a response.
When her shoulders relaxed, a glimmer flared across her eyes, and the corners of her lips turned upwards, he knew his words brought comfort.
"Hawks was coherent and aware of the information he was coerced to give me." Yuri looked down at her lap where the plate of food sat, shifting from picking at her nails to picking at the styrofoam of the takeout box, "But at the end of the training the last instruction I was given was to see if I could alter his memory to forgetting."
She lightly chuckles to herself, "It's kinda amazing but he'll never know just how much I really know about him. How much he opened up."
Aizawa thought back to when he first met her.
'Hawks is also a slave to the commission! If he signs the papers he won't be touching me because he wants to… and… I don't want that. I'd want it to be because he wants to… because he feels something.'
"As for drawbacks or effects? It was a little while after the training that Hawks reported to have an attachment to me that wasn't there before. That the oxytocin and mind altering may have had a more long term effect."
Tears. She hated that she could feel them on the edge. Being vulnerable in front of this man she barely knew anything about besides liking his coffee black.
"Suck it up, Yuri."
"It's not fully proven that it's an effect but the commission never takes chances with their assets. Any form of attachment that Hawks might have, due to a quirk or not, is a liability. So, we only see each other if he is visiting the commission home estate or we just so happen to be in locations near one another. We have each other's phone numbers and PO box but that's all."
"Yet he is overseeing this mission?" She watches Eraser furrow his brows.
"Yeah. Well, they said it's because he's back up if they don't like where things are heading with the training." She shrugs her shoulders as if it doesn't bother her.
He couldn't help himself and finds himself involuntarily putting a hand on her knee. The rectangular escape weighed heavy in his pocket.
"Do you want this training?" His voice was deep and serious and made her catch her breath as she felt the heat of his palm and the length of his fingers.
Not a reaction she was expecting herself to have to his simple kind gesture.
When his words clicked in her head and her eyes see his, she sees that though they are his usual lazed lids, his irises and pupils were opening up.
Inviting her in.
Telling her that it was okay to be vulnerable.
Placing her hand on his she gives him the defeated answer she always told herself, "I don't have a choice."
There was a crack and she felt his hand grip at her knee but before he spoke their was a knock at the door and they both knew who it was.
"You should get that." Empty and cold.
Her words were a void and it must have been contagious because his hand felt empty and cold when she moved hers.
Filling him with a void.
