The sound of running water resonated from the bathroom as hot steam slowly started to pour out into the room from the opened bathroom door. Wet, slapping noises mixed with deep, sinful moans started flooding out of the steam-filled bathroom as Yuka and Dabi were joined together underneath the hot stream of the shower. They'd been at it all night long and somehow hadn't had their fill of each other even now as they were locked in a fiery embrace underneath the warm water. Dabi had her pinned against the wall, her backside pressed against his pelvis as one hand gripped her waist while the other reached around her hips to tease her clit while he relentlessly pounded into her from behind. Yuka, meanwhile, was leaning against the cold shower tile with her forearms, pushing herself into him as her back arched with delicious ecstasy. She had lost count of how many times she had had him since last night, but it didn't matter. She only cared about how he was making her feel and dear god, did he make her feel good. Even after fucking him for the entire night, only resting for a few short hours, she still couldn't get enough of him and judging by how demanding Dabi was, he felt the exact same way about her.
After working each other to the finish for the who-knows-how-manyth time, he came crashing into her once more, planting himself deep inside her as he came spilling out in pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Her convulsing walls pulsing around him made him spew hot liquid into her in complete disregard as he held her shaking body against his, teeth grazing at the sensitive flesh of her exposed neck. Yuka cried out in pleasure as their bodies reached their climax simultaneously, rolling her head back to rest on his shoulder. She was exhausted, both from their night of unrelenting banging and from their latest efforts. Dabi held her tight against him, his arms tightly wrapping around her quaking body as he kissed her neck passionately. He was still balls-deep inside of her, feeling every single one of her movements from the inside making him shiver with excitement. He felt like a ravenous beast, unable to satiate his hunger for her. He hadn't had this good of a fuck since... ever actually. He couldn't help but want more of her, even after having her so many times. He had never felt like this about anyone before, to want someone so bad, and judging by the amount of times she had let him have her over the course of the entire night, it was clear that she wanted him just as bad, if not more.
But as much as they wanted to continue ravaging each other, they also knew that the others would surely come looking for them if they didn't get back to the hideout. So, as the two of them slowly came down from their high, they pulled away from each other, breaths still heavy, before turning towards one another with eyes heavy with satiated lust. Yuka then wrapped her arms around Dabi's neck, pulling him into a steamy kiss as he slid his hands over her waist to hold her.
"You know..." he chuckled in between their kisses. "As much as I'd love to continue this with you, sweetheart, we really should think about getting back to the others."
Yuka exhaled through her nose. She knew of course that he was right, but she couldn't help but want to stay in his arms a bit longer. Everything was so much simpler when she didn't have to think about what their next move would be, when the only thing she could think about was how Dabi made her feel when they were deep in each other's arms. It felt good to have the world just fall away around her for once, to not have her past come back to haunt her. But now that they had to return to the theater, the uncertainty of what lied ahead would return and Yuka was unkeen to have that feeling come back to her so soon.
"Huh... Look who's gotten addicted already," Dabi said amusingly, noticing the disappointment in her eyes.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "You don't seem to have any complaints either."
"That's because I don't have any." He smirked. "These past few nights have been... quite interesting if I'm being totally honest here."
She could feel his gaze burning holes straight through her as her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink.
"That's one way of putting it..." she bashfully admitted.
"Aww come on, baby. Just say it... You like this little arrangement we've got going on here..."
She tried looking away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of giving him a response, but he was holding on to her face so that she was forced to look him directly in the eyes. She could feel the flush of her cheeks growing more intense as he continued to stare at her, but after a while, she finally grew tired of his staring and replied to him with a slight sigh.
"We should get back to the others," she answered curtly, looking away as she was about to pull away from him.
He reasserted his grip on her when she tried to pull away, pinning her against the shower wall behind her. She grunted both in surprise and in annoyance at Dabi's insistence to keep her there and rolled her eyes at him as he was smirking to himself.
"Not before I make you cum your brains out one last time..." he growled, leaning down to kiss the crook of her neck.
Yuka let out another annoyed sigh. "The water's getting cold, Dabi..."
"Then let me warm you up then..."
Both he and his hands started sliding down her body. Even though she was completely spent from all of their previous efforts, she couldn't deny that she still wanted him. It would have probably been best if they left right then and there to meet with the others, but she figured they still had a little time to themselves before the others would come looking for them...
As Dabi lowered himself in front of her, she lowered her head to see him kneeling in front of her like he had done so earlier that morning when they had first gotten into the shower. As she started to comb her fingers through his jet black hair, something caught her eye. From where she stood, she could see small streaks of white poking through his dark locks. As she played more with his hair, she realized that parts of Dabi's hair were turning white, or more specifically, white roots were starting to show where his hair was growing out.
"I didn't know your hair was naturally white..." she said in a slightly breathless voice.
Dabi had been busy worshiping her stomach with his tongue when he suddenly stopped at her remark. She was just about to settle in against the wall when she felt Dabi suddenly pull away from her.
"What did you say?" he asked in a dark tone.
Yuka looked down in confusion. "I... said that I didn't know you had naturally white hair."
She didn't think anything of it. He was allowed to dye his hair black if he wanted to. Personally, she thought that black suited him just fine, but when Dabi realized what she had just said, he suddenly stood up from the shower floor and turned the water off.
"H-Hey!" Yuka protested, but Dabi was already hopping out of the shower, leaving her all alone and cold underneath the shower head.
She pulled back the curtain to see what had suddenly gotten into him, only to see him nervously combing his fingers through his hair, sectioning his dark locks with his fingers to stare at his roots in the slightly fogged up mirror. Once he saw that his natural color had started to poke through, he suddenly got more agitated.
"Fuck fuck FUCK!" he repeated to himself as he kept combing his fingers through his hair. "I was supposed to redo it the day we got raided by the pro heroes!"
He slammed his palms against the bathroom counter, making her jump. She didn't understand why he was acting so erratic all of a sudden. She hadn't pinned him for the type to care about his appearance, but he seemed pretty triggered by the white color showing through his roots. Seeing him in this state made her quickly hop out of the shower, grabbing one of the towels from the nearby rack before hastily wrapping it around her waist.
"Hey hey hey..." she said to him calmly, grabbing his face between her palms and turning him towards her. "There's no need to panic. There's a drugstore nearby. We can go get product to cover up your roots if it bothers you that much."
She started to rub his cheek reassuringly, trying her best to calm him down. Dabi seemed genuinely surprised by her gesture, almost as if what she was doing was completely foreign to him. She had no idea how he had expected her to react, but this was clearly not it. His expression quickly changed afterwards as he yanked her hands off his face and pushed her away in an abrupt motion.
"Get away from me," he barked, pulling away from her with a disgusted look on his face.
Yuka was taken aback by his sudden change in disposition. She was about to say something to him, but he quickly cut her off by saying:
"You need to leave... now."
Judging by the look in his eyes, he was being completely serious with his demand, but Yuka was so stunned by his sudden mood swing that she remained completely still in front of him, which only served to make him even angrier.
"I SAID LEAVE!"
She flinched at him yelling and quickly made her way out of the bathroom. Dabi slammed the door behind her, leaving her confused and alone inside the motel room. Yuka stared at the door for a few more seconds trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. Once the initial confusion had worn off, an overwhelming sense of anger and sadness started to consume her. She had half a mind to try and open the door and demand answers from him, but the hurt she felt from being yelled at kept her from doing so. Right now, the only thing she wanted to do was get away from him, so she hastily got dressed and left the motel in a hurry. On her way back towards the old theater, she could feel herself fuming on the inside. She couldn't believe how brutal he had been with her, even after offering him her help. She still couldn't wrap her head around what had happened. She tried to rationalize it every which way she could but nothing made sense to her. By the time she reached the old abandoned theater, she had completely given up on the idea of figuring out what had caused him to lash out at her so abruptly and decided to drop the issue until she would get the opportunity to talk about it with him later.
A few of her colleagues had already woken up when she entered the main room of the theater. Since she had been so hastily expelled from Dabi's room after his sudden freakout, her hair was still wet from her shower, prompting a few confused looks from her colleagues since there hadn't been an ounce of rain since the beginning of the day.
"What's with the wet hair?" Spinner asked, failing to notice how pissed off she looked when she came in the building.
"I took a shower at the nearby gym," she lied. "You should think about doing the same..."
Spinner recoiled at the icy tone in her voice and Compress motioned for him to keep quiet while she continued on her way towards the roof. She needed time to herself and didn't want any of the others to bother her while she took the time to calm herself down. Once she was on the roof, she kneeled down near the edge to practice her meditation. It had been a while since she had sat down with herself and right now, she felt like she needed it more than ever.
As she concentrated on the sounds of her breathing, she felt herself slip away as the world around her faded into nothingness. She was grateful for the moment of quiet, even if it lasted for only a short moment. After a few seconds of deep meditation, she opened her eyes to find that she was back in a familiar place. It was a place she had visited many times before, where she had grown up: the Shie Hassaikai compound. She was confused for a moment as to how she had found herself here, but after taking a few steps through the familiar corridors of the mansion, she realized this was part of a memory she had kept locked away for the past 7 years.
"What's the matter, Angel?" a calm voice spoke from behind.
She instantly recognized whose voice that was and turned to face him. His bright amber eyes met with hers from across the hallway as he quietly made his way over to her. He was wearing a black face mask over the lower half of his face, same as her. His hands were covered with a pair of white cotton gloves while she wore a pair of black ones on her own. She turned her gaze away as he approached, not wanting him to see how worried she was about today's events.
"Feeling nervous?" he asked.
She answered him only with silence as she hesitated to share her concerns with him before her father's mission. She didn't want him to worry, but at the same time, she couldn't shake this awful feeling in the pit of her stomach. She was pulled out of her own thoughts when she suddenly felt his ungloved hand stroke her cheek softly to comfort her. She looked up to see him gazing lovingly at her. She was aware of how difficult it was for him to touch other people, but with her, it was different. He could manage to touch her without breaking out into hives and she could tell that having someone with whom he could be this close too brought him no small measure of comfort.
"You can tell me, Angel," he spoke to her in a soft voice. "Whatever it is that's bothering you, you can tell me. I'm here for you..."
She finally relented underneath his tender touch and pressed harder into his hand as she pulled one of her own gloves off to stroke the back of his exposed hand with hers. He seemed to smile at the contact behind his mask as he drew closer to her to comfort her even more.
"It's just that... I've got a bad feeling about this," she admitted to him. "I feel like all of this is a trap."
"You have nothing to worry about," he reassured her. "Your father's leading the operation with the rest of his men. Everything should proceed exactly according to plan..."
She so desperately wanted his words to bring her more comfort, but she couldn't shake the sinking feeling that writhed in the pit of her stomach. Something bad was about to happen. She could feel it, but she didn't want to worry him, so she simply responded to him with a nod as she pulled him closer to her with her other gloved hand to his cheek.
"Do you think your father will be okay with us getting married?" she asked him, trying to change the subject.
He let out a slight chuckle. "It's basically been decided since we were little. My father's always thought of you as my future wife from the very start. I think he'll be ecstatic to find out that it's finally happening."
She couldn't help but feel happy about what he had just said. It was true that both his father and hers had always thought about them as a potential couple since they were small children. It had caused a few tensions between them in the beginning but it became very clear to them early on just how much love they had for each other once they started to get close to one another. Now, they could scarcely go a few hours without seeing each other, which was why it was so hard for her to consider what she was about to do.
"That moment can't come any sooner then," Yuka replied, trying to seem convincing as she smiled behind her mask.
She inhaled deeply as she pressed into him a bit harder. She wanted to kiss him so badly at that moment, but she also didn't want to push him harder than he was willing to go. Kai had already taken a huge step when he had removed his glove to caress her cheek and she knew how particular he was when it came to physical intimacy. To her surprise though, it seemed like he had read her mind and was now lowering his mask, exposing the lower half of his face as his hot breath brushed against her face.
"Is it okay... if I kiss you?" he asked tentatively.
Yuka could tell that he was struggling against his mysophobia. She quickly removed her ungloved hand from his as she proceeded to cover it back up to avoid triggering him further.
"Are you sure you're okay with that, love?" she asked in a gentle tone. "You don't have to force yourself for me."
"No I'm... I'm alright," he answered in a strained voice. "Please, don't worry about me. I just want to feel you right now..."
After making sure that he was okay to proceed, she gave him an affirmative nod before lowering her mask. She then leaned in for a kiss, pressing her lips to his softly as she exhaled. Kai then breathed in her scent once more, pulling her closer to him as he slowly started to lose himself in their embrace. After a few short seconds, she was surprised to feel his tongue pressing against her lips, seeking entrance. She gladly parted them to let him in, swirling her tongue around with his as they deepened their kiss. Her hands reached up to hold him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Meanwhile, Kai moved to push her against the wall, trapping her in his embrace as he exchanged passionate kisses with her. They both wanted to stay in each other's arms, not wanting for this moment to end. But they also knew that duty was calling them and so, reluctantly, they pulled away from each other, a thin coat of saliva still joining them at the lips as they stared at each other breathlessly through dark lashes.
"I have to go, Angel," Kai finally spoke. "But please, stop your worrying. Everything will be fine. I'll see you when I get back..."
And with that, her vision started to blur as darkness closed around her. She could barely see Kai's face anymore as it was completely swallowed up by the encroaching smoke that clouded her vision. After a few short seconds, Yuka found herself back on the roof. Her breath was labored and she could feel tears running down her face as she reeled from her experience. She could feel her chest tightening, remembering the person she had left behind when she had left the Shie Hassaikai. Guilt started to flood back as more memories of the man she had sworn to love eternally came back to haunt her. Despite trying her best these past 7 years to forget everything about him, she still couldn't help but feel for him even after being away from him for so long. Despite it all, the emptiness she had felt upon leaving him still persisted even after she had convinced herself that she didn't need him in her life. It made her ache to think that he was somewhere out there, mourning her. It was easier for her to think that all of it had been a lie, that they had been living in a fantasy and that both of them had moved on from each other, but that was all that it was, a lie. For her at the very least...
While she was still reeling from the intense emotions she had just been subjected to, she heard somebody walk onto the roof. She turned to see who it was, dreading to find Dabi walking in on her again as she was crying. To her immense relief, she found that it was Toga who had just come onto the rooftop. For once, she had made her presence known and was slowly approaching her as she quickly wiped away the tears that had been flowing down her cheeks during her flashback.
"Oh Mia..." Himiko said in a sympathetic tone.
She took a seat next to her and immediately took her into her arms, pressing her head against her shoulder as she squeezed her tightly. Yuka was apprehensive at first when she saw her walk in on her, but quickly gave into the need for comfort as she pulled Toga into her arms, burying her face in her dirty blond hair.
"I'm sorry, Himiko," she said to her with teary eyes. "I'm sorry you had to see me like this."
Himiko lifted her head up to smile at her. "Hey, it's alright, Mia. It's only natural for people who love each other to see each other cry..."
She nuzzled up to her once again, stuffing her face in the crook of her neck as blush started to creep up her cheeks. Yuka gave her an affirmative nod, not knowing what she was supposed to say next. After sharing a few more seconds of silence, they both pulled away from one another.
"Now, why don't you tell me what's bothering you, Mia," Himiko said to her.
She felt a bit embarrassed that she had been caught in a state of vulnerability and didn't really feel like sharing her troubles with Himiko, but the fact that she had come just to check up on her made her feel guilty about not sharing with her, so reluctantly, she exhaled through the nose and turned to look at the cityscape sprawled out in front of her.
"I just had a flashback about someone that I used to know..." she answered briefly.
Toga scooched over closer to her so that she could lean forward to look at her face.
"Was it someone that you were in love with?" she asked in a soft voice.
Yuka lowered her head and didn't answer. She didn't want to admit to herself that she had loved Kai. Still... she couldn't bring herself to say it out loud, which only served to betray her true feelings even more.
"You were in love..." Toga said as she stared at her intently. "I can smell it on you. Whoever it is that you remembered, you loved them very, very much..."
Yuka could feel her emotions rising up to the surface once again. Tears started to prick at the corners of her eyes as she turned away from Toga. She had always hated how perceptive she was with people.
"... and you still love them," Toga continued. "Who is it that you love, Mia?"
"Stop," Yuka said sternly. "I don't want to remember him. I left that life behind long ago. What's done is done and I can never go back on my decision..."
She couldn't stomach the thought of having to see his face again. The disappointment plastered all over his face if he ever saw her again was almost too unbearable to imagine. She had given up her right to a life with him when she had convinced everyone she was dead. It was pointless for her to remember him now of all times...
"But Mia-"
"Please, Toga..." Yuka insisted. "I don't want to talk about this anymore."
Toga reluctantly nodded. She then got up from the edge of the roof and started to walk towards the exit, before stopping midway to look at her.
"By the way," she started to say. "I came up to tell you that Shigaraki is holding another meeting in the main showing room. It's best you don't keep him waiting..."
And with that, she left the rooftop to rejoin with the others in the main room of the theater. Yuka spent a few more moments calming herself down before going down to where the others had convened for their meeting.
"Finally!" Shigaraki exclaimed. "I was beginning to think that you'd run off again."
Yuka remained completely silent as she stared at him with empty eyes.
"Anyways..." Tomura was getting uncomfortable with her glaring. "Dabi's missing. Do you have any idea where that scumbag went?"
She had almost forgotten about Dabi at this point, but Shigaraki bringing him up brought back a whole slew of negative emotions.
"How should I know?" Yuka answered bluntly. "It's not like we're joined at the hip."
There might have been a bit more vitriol in her voice than she had anticipated, but this only meant that Shigaraki wasn't going to question her about Dabi's whereabouts any further.
"Whatever... I just wanted to say that things are quieting down now that the police have lost our trail," he explained to them. "Kurogiri and I will continue to monitor the situation. In the meantime, stay put. We'll be moving out of here soon enough..."
He then left the main room of the theater along with his trusted servant, disappearing into a swirling vortex once he was done talking to the rest of the group. Once he was gone, many of them started to whine and complain about their current living situation.
"How come he gets to come and go as he pleases and we don't?" Toga pouted.
"Because he has Kurogiri with him in case they're spotted," Mr. Compress answered her. "Give it some time, miss Himiko. We'll soon be out of here."
"Uuugh but it's so boooooring in here! There's nothing to do..."
Yuka had to admit that there were very few things to keep them busy while they waited for Shigaraki's next move. Like the rest of them, she was also growing restless. It had been almost two weeks now since the incident at Kamino Ward and while All For One's capture was still on everyone's lips, she was eager to get some normalcy back in her life. Alas, though, they needed to wait for their leader, so in the meantime, they had to make due and keep themselves from going insane with boredom. Luckily, Yuka spotted just the thing to keep at least some of them busy until Shigaraki came back.
"Hey Spinner," she called to him. "Ready to give that new sword of yours a spin?"
Spinner was startled by her sudden question but as soon as he realized what she was asking, his face lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Boy am I ever!" he replied in a very eager tone.
"Meet me up on stage then," Yuka ordered him in a serious tone.
"Ouuh putting on a show for us, dear Yuka?" Mr. Compress mused.
"I wanna watch!" Toga cheerfully declared.
Yuka wasn't necessarily keen on having spectators for her first training session, but she couldn't exactly force them to leave. There was barely anything to do as is and she couldn't blame them for wanting to see Spinner get his ass handed to him by an ex-Yakuza member. She only hoped that their presence wouldn't be too distracting for either of them.
"You can watch," she said to Himiko. "But I better not hear any heckling coming from any of you while I'm training him..."
She shot them an icy glare before leaving the room to retrieve her own sword from where the girls were sleeping. She knew that the two of them had a lot of work ahead of them if Spinner was serious about becoming a better fighter. Her only hope was that she would manage to whip him into shape before anything major happened to them again.