I really planned to have chapter 2 out way earlier than this but life and work got really busy so here I am now to finally update this fic, woo! Also, just a heads up, there is a spicy scene right here in the beginning of this chapter so there ya go.
Disclaimer: My Hero Academia doesn't belong to me
Chapter 2: Take it With Grace
A lot had changed since the war on Hero Society, one of the most prominent ones was the restructuring of the Hero Public Safety Commission. After Madame President's murder during the Re-Destro incident, the Commission had been shut down indefinitely, then subsequently started up again under extreme circumstances due to Japan needing aid from other countries since the war had ended. Yokumiru Mera had been acting president of the Commission until he felt Japan was back up on its feet and he decided to retire.
The current president of the Commission, Kosuke Fuji was Mera's successor. Initially a board member in the Commission, he'd won favour with his colleagues when he'd offered to rebuild the Commissions Headquarters out of his own pocket. He was a cunning and intelligent man with a lot of money and his own vision of how the new hero society should be.
That same sentiment seemed to resonate with his son, Tasuke, although in a more radical way. Tasuke having been born into a wealthy and opulent life believed that hero society existed to serve him and his kind, the wealthy and well-off. It was sentiments like these that had him believe that Creati was his for the taking. He believed that it would be, no, should be an honour for her to have him as a fan. Because with all his money and power— although strictly speaking, it was his father's money and power— he was the one keeping her and other heroes in business.
So why? Why had she rejected him so easily? Looking at him with pure disgust. It had been roughly two weeks since that incident but the wound still burned fresh. Someone of his high standing shouldn't be subjected to these feelings. Only loser commoners got rejected. He could get whatever and whoever he wanted.
And he wanted her.
He sat up in his large bed, expensive white silk sheets covering his naked body. The early morning light peering through the gap in the curtains covering the floor to ceiling windows. He brushed a hand through his long brown hair.
He felt movement behind him and glanced over his shoulder, almost completely forgetting the woman in bed with him. Last night had been a blur of alcohol and messy sex, his girlfriend Akemi coming over a lot more recently to "console him" over this Creati business. As a girlfriend he couldn't complain. She was loyal and agreeable, never fought with him and did whatever she could could to make him happy. She very clearly loved him but it was completely one-sided. Tasuke acknowledged how good she'd been to him but honestly she bored him. Why settle for her when Creati was out there, meant for him? She just didn't see it yet, but he'd make her see it, one way or another.
Akemi stirred awake, also sitting up in the blankets, pulling the sheets up to cover her bare chest. "Good morning," she smiled and scooted closer to sit next to him. Dainty fingers brushed through her long black hair as she tried to fix herself up. Her cheeks still slightly pink from last night's drinking. He didn't respond but turned to look ahead, his mind completely occupied by thoughts of Creati. Her voice, her pretty face, and how much prettier she'd look underneath him.
"Shit," he could feel himself getting hard. He enjoyed the ache, it just made him want her more. He hadn't even noticed Akemi kissing his neck until she spoke up.
"I just started kissing you and you're already getting hard?" she giggled and continued trailing down his neck, her hand moving down his waist and between his legs to cup his dick in her hand.
He moaned in approval, finally giving her his full attention. He smiled at what he saw. Akemi was objectively beautiful yes, but to him she was beautiful for a whole different reason. She looked at him with lustful eyes, lustful grey eyes, her round face framed by long black hair. Her body was more than pleasing as well, almost exactly like hers. Oh, yes he definitely liked what he saw.
He pulled her in for a kiss, not bothering to ease her into it. Their makeout was rough and fast, hands getting tangled up in each other's hair as he pushed her back against the pillows. He couldn't hold back anymore and grabbed a condom from his side table.
Akemi moaned as he entered her but Tasuke wasn't thinking about her at all. At the very front of his mind he focused on who he really wanted. And if he focused hard enough he could imagine Creati in Akemi's place. He could imagine his favourite hero panting below him, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he thrust harder inside her.
"Yes, ah, yes!" he moaned out, his movements getting faster, Akemi gripping the bedsheets tighter, moaning out his name but all he could hear was Creati in his head. He could feel himself getting close, he felt so good throbbing inside her, the sensation almost making him feral.
I know you want this Creati, only I can make you feel this good. I have to—fuck! I need to have you!
His inner dialogue pushed him over the edge and he came.
That was amazing. I can't wait to feel the real thing.
He was leaning over Akemi, catching his breath. "I really love fucking you." he whispered in her ear and kissed her temple. To Akemi they were words of love but to him, not so much.
Two weeks was long enough, it was time he made good on his words because if he couldn't have Creati, no one could. He'd take away everything until he was all she had left.
Xxx
Momo's morning started the way it usually did. She got up at six, made her bed, changed into her workout gear and trained for an hour in the training room downstairs. From weapons practise to martial arts, Momo made sure she was proficient in all areas. When it came to training with Shōto and Iida, who far surpassed her in strength and speed, it was important for her to be as versatile as possible so she could outsmart them instead of trying to out-muscle them.
By seven a.m. her muscles ached but in a good way, she'd improved greatly in using a katana which she'd just added to her arsenal of weapons skills. Momo sat down on the green tatami mats of the large training room and began doing cool down exercises when her mother walked in.
Her mother walked with an air of elegance and regality no matter the time of day or how she was dressed. Her always formal nature had somewhat made it difficult for Momo to fully connect to her mother, but their relationship had gotten much better since she'd graduated. Long black hair pulled back in a neat ponytail, too neat for someone who woke up not too long ago, and an expensive white gown wrapped around her, Yaoyorozu Haruki walked towards her daughter. Having gotten married and had her young, Haruki's flawless skin and natural beauty radiated in the early morning light. Momo felt like she was looking at a future version of herself.
"I finally see what people meant whenever they called me a mini-you." Momo smiled as her mother sat beside her.
"Yes, you did get most of your looks from me. One could say I had you all on my own with how little you resemble your father." she let out a light laugh.
"Mother," Momo couldn't help but chuckle as well, as she raised her arms above her head to stretch.
"Don't get me wrong, your father is very handsome and even after twenty years of being married to him, he's still the most beautiful man to me. I have no doubt that if you'd been a boy you'd look just like him." the two women settled into a comfortable silence.
"I see more of your boxes near the front door," her mother started, "Is it really necessary for you to move out completely?"
"We've talked about this mother, it's more convenient to be in my apartment. It's much closer to my agency and I got used to living away from home since the dorm system back at U.A. And besides, I'm here almost every weekend." Momo stretched forward to touch her toes.
"At least let us help you with expenses."
"Much to my protest, you already bought the place for me. I can manage the decorating and supplies. Really mother, I'm fine." she finally finished and sat cross legged.
"And you're not just doing this to get away from us? To get away from your father?"
Momo couldn't answer immediately, she bit her lip and avoided looking directly at her mother. "It's not that I'm trying to get away but for once I'd like to do something without it being credited to 'Oh, you're Hiroshi's daughter.' I just need to do this for me and I'm twenty-six now, I can't hop between home and my apartment forever."
"You know your father has always been proud of you, he only ever speaks highly of you."
"He speaks highly of me but rarely ever to me. Compliments from him are expensive, for every one good thing he has to say, three more criticisms follow along." she sighed, she really didn't want to start her day like this.
"He likes things to be perfect and he sees the great potential in everything and everyone."
"And that's fine, but growing up with him only seeing me for what I could be and never what I was, even when I did my best, was difficult. And you always comforted me, but it felt like I was never good enough because I wanted to make both of you proud." Momo could feel a lump in her throat forming and her vision began to blur with unshed tears.
She hadn't even registered her mother hugging her until Momo wrapped her arms around her as well.
"Not to excuse your father for his lack of acknowledgement, but I can tell you it's common with the men of this family."
"It is?" she looked up at her mother. When last had they hugged like this? Momo felt like a child again, snug in her mother's arms listening to her speak.
Haruki nodded, "Your grandfather, when he was still alive, was just as strict with your father when he was growing up. There were things he could do and things he couldn't, and inheriting the family company was one thing he had no choice in. That meant he had to sacrifice a lot of nights working late instead of being home with us. All to please his father. He was brought up to achieve and expect excellence all the time. And now he's come to expect that same level of perfection from his only daughter. He wants only the best for you and more than that, he wants you to do even better than him." Haruki brushed through Momo's hair.
Momo tensed at the thought, her father was exceptional at everything, except when it came to being a father ironically. Even trying to surpass him seemed way out of her league. Just as Momo was about to speak up, her phone vibrated, surprising both Yaoyorozu women. Momo reluctantly left her mother's arms to check her phone. It was a message from Shōto, their meeting spot for patrol had changed.
"I have to get going, mother. I'm meeting up with Shōto soon." Momo grabbed the rest of her things and headed for the door.
"Have a good day and be safe." Haruki stood as well and watched her daughter leave. "They grow up so fast."
Xxx
It was a bright and sunny mid-morning in the city, people going about their day as usual and so far nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Momo and Shōto had been walking around the city for the past thirty minutes and decided to stop at a bakery to get some food on the go. As she sat at the outside table waiting for Shōto who'd ordered inside, a few fans greeted her as they walked by. Not too long after, one of the LED screens on the building across the street was replaying past news stories including her fight and capture of Kasumi. That had been over two weeks ago now, which reminded her of Tasuke. He'd been completely silent since she'd told him off which was odd because he never turned down an opportunity to be in the spotlight even if it would be for her downfall. Had he really been bluffing or was he still planning on doing something? People like him never took being rejected very well.
"You were spectacular out there as usual..." he'd said.
Momo thought over his words. "Spectacular, huh?"
Momo tapped on the table, lost in thought. The conversation with her mother earlier that morning coming back to her. She'd spent so much of her life trying to be perfect: the perfect daughter, the perfect student, the perfect hero. And even with all the amazing things she'd achieved as a result of all her efforts, she still wasn't sure if—
"Momo!"
She immediately looked up in surprise to see Shōto standing in front of her with a tray of their drinks and a paper bag of pastries.
"I called your name like three times." he said as he took a seat and put the paper bag and drinks down. "Lost in thought?"
"Something like that."
"Was it something serious?" he passed her her hot chocolate.
"Maybe just to me." she said under her breath, "Shōto, am I spectacular?"
"Is that a trick question?" he genuinely asked.
"No, I mean… it's just, my mother brought up me moving out again and that lead to an uncomfortable conversation about my father."
"And that made you question yourself?" Shōto knew about Momo's family just as she knew about his.
"I know how it sounds but sometimes I wonder how good I really am compared to him." she reached for the bag and pulled out a warm chocolate bun. "The company was already doing well when my grandfather ran it, but when my father took over, he managed to triple the value of the company in short amount of time. I've lost count of how many different business magazines and interviews he's done and how many awards he has. To put it simply, he's on another level. And I'm expected to surpass him. Since childhood so many people having been keeping an eye on me to see if I'll be "the next Hiroshi." What will Momo achieve with a father as extraordinary as hers? And don't get me wrong, I love my father but the pressure is..." she leaned back in her chair and sighed, a thoughtful look on her face.
"It's suffocating. Having all those expectations forced on you, it feels like too much." his eyes met hers. A silent understanding passing between them. Shōto had opened up a lot to her when they'd gotten closer in high school. "But," he began, a playful smile on his face, "If you've got like sixty hours we could sit here while I list every amazing thing you've ever done."
"Why would that take sixty hours?" she asked, a smile forming on her face.
"Oh? So you're doubting how much you've done? Okay, I'll start: you were an excellent student in high school, got top marks, you have an amazing and almost limitless quirk, you're in the top ten of greatest heroes in the country—
"Alright, alright, I get it," Momo laughed and playfully shoved his arm, a shy blush on her face, "You can stop now."
"As long as you got the message." he chuckled as well, glad to see her smiling again.
After the pair finished eating they continued patrol then went to their agencies to carry on the day.
Xxx
Around seven p.m at the Fuji estate, Tasuke was headed to the living room to have dinner with his parents. Tasuke barely ever saw them, with Kosuke always working late and his mother, Yukari basically working as his personal assistant at the Commission headquarters.
The Fuji family lived in opulence and made sure everyone around them knew it. With the size of the estate to the live in staff that maintained the place and served them, it was no secret how well off they were. However, behind the sparkle and smell of money was a family that barely knew each other. Not that Tasuke had particularly minded, as long as he got to do whatever he wanted, he was okay with having the staff take care of him.
The family sat at a large mahogany table in the middle of the banquet hall of their home, crystal chandeliers above their heads and a tasteful collection of expensive paintings adorned the beige walls. Kosuke sat at the head of the table, Yukari, with long maroon hair pulled back in a neat bun, on the right and Tasuke on his left.
After the chef explained the main dish of the evening, the family began eating in silence. Mood music played in the background as their head butler played a melodic tune on the black grand piano that sat on the far side of the room where there was also a fire place and couches.
"Father," Tasuke set down his cutlery and reached for the glass of wine in front of him, "How do you take down a hero?"
"Are you still obsessing over the number four hero?" his father spoke with smooth deep voice. His age was beginning to show as his once long brown hair, the same Tasuke has inherited from him, was beginning to grey.
"You always said I could have anything I wanted. Why should it be any different with her?"
"Didn't that video that went viral show her lack of interest in you?"
"All fabricated lies, I suspect someone put it up to tarnish your good name by using me as an easy target." he said confidently, so used to living off his own lies and delusions. "She is very much interested in me as any woman with sense would be, the problem is that pathetic excuse for a hero Shōto always around her. I just need Creati to see that I'm really the only one perfect for her and to do that, all the distractions that surround her need to be gone. Hence my question: how do you take down a hero?"
"You'd really want to strip her of something she worked hard to achieve?" Yukari spoke up for the first time that evening.
"When she's with me, she won't need all of that, I can more than take care of her. Being a hero, having men lust after her, that trashy hang-around Shōto, all unnecessary baggage. I'll be the one in her life. She wants me, she just doesn't know it yet." his heart raced just thinking about her.
Cunning, experienced eyes looked at his son as Kosuke pondered Tasuke's words. "The easiest way to take down someone prominent, especially a woman, is reputational damage or in simpler terms, a scandal."
"Did I ever tell you about how your father and I got together?" Yukari chipped in, having one of the servers pour her another glass of wine. The colour as crimson as her lipstick.
"Is that really relevant right now, mother?" Tasuke asked, confused.
"It is." Kosuke wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, hiding a smirk, "You really enjoy telling this story, Yukari, dear."
"It's my favourite one." she reached over and took his hand, "Your father and I met when he started working at the Commission as a report analyst. I'd been at the company for two years already when he joined. The second he walked through that door, I knew I was meant to be his wife. The fact that your father was already married to someone else at the time never stopped me either. She was a small time hero, ranked somewhere in the two-hundreds, nothing remarkable about her but she was beautiful, I'll give her that." Yukari swirled the glass in her hands. "As the senior analyst at the time, it didn't take a lot for me to fabricate false reports of her using her quirk to enrich herself and selling Commission secrets to the media. None of it was true, of course, but I'm very good at my job. I covered my tracks and the bitch was dropped from the Commission and even did time in prison. The only person who knows that I was behind that is your father. I told him what I did and how far I'd go to be with him. And did he condemn me?"
"No, I married her three months later." Kosuke finished for her. "I was impressed by her skills but more than that her tenacity and drive to do whatever it took to get what she wanted. I knew she'd be an asset to me and that's what I want you to understand about our family, Tasuke. We're takers. We wait for nothing, we act in whatever way is most necessary."
"And that's what I plan to do with Creati."
"To succeed, you have to take everything away from her as you mentioned. Society, for whatever reason is very unkind and unforgiving to women, especially where scandals are concerned. If a prominent man in whatever field: business, politics or sports is found out to be cheating on his wife, the public's attention turns not to him but to the woman he was cheating with, as if she is the only guilty party in the affair. If a prominent woman is caught up in a similar scandal, once again she will suffer and the man will receive minimal backlash."
"Women are forced to accept being sexualised but are crucified the second they enjoy or express their sexual desires and preferences on their own terms. Creati is no different." Yukari finished her glass of wine.
"She'd be an easier target if she actually had a dating history but she hasn't been in a relationship." A devious smirk formed on his face, "But with my quirk, that shouldn't be much of a problem." his normally brown eyes began to glow a bright blue, almost white colour with the activation of his quirk.
A twisted plan formed in his head.
She will be mine.
And that's chapter 2 done and dusted, There's definitely going to be more jumping around between Momo and Tasuke as the story continues. As terrible as he is, Tasuke and his parents are fun to write. Not this criminal family plotting against Momo. But keep reading to see how it goes.
Well, that's it from me-
Until the next chapter:
Ketsui Tasogare :-)
