Midnight's suggestion still rolled around in Saiki's head. It had been an oddly freeing experience, really talking about all of his experiences. How he felt about everything that had happened. And it wasn't like he was looking for pity, and Midnight didn't offer any. It was more like... Actually getting the words out. Talking through it. It made it real in a way that was hard to describe. It made it all tangible to him, and because it was tangible, it was easier for him to understand and process it all for himself.

It was like it was all a tangle of emotions and thoughts that he kept inside. Normally his way to deal with it was to deal with it himself, keep it all inside, and gradually pull it apart until it was untangled. Or at least untangled enough that it didn't get in the way anymore. But saying it all aloud, it was more like pulling a thread out of it, dealing with it alone, and it made the others easier to untangle.

He felt lighter somehow. Maybe this whole therapy thing wasn't a crock of shit waste of time.

But his most recent session... Midnight had laid down a challenge for him. No. She had suggested he do something, and he couldn't take it as anything other than a challenge. Especially when there was a prize to be won, potentially withheld if he didn't play ball. Did she intentionally do it that way? Give him something to look toward as an incentive so he'd encourage himself to do it? Talking to Midnight was one thing. He barely knew her. She would keep his confidence, probably, for the most part. Saiki wasn't about to just give blanket trust for anyone and assume they'd never share it.

But that was what the challenge was, wasn't it? It was to put his trust in someone. Open up to them in a way he hadn't. Talk to them as freely as he talked to Midnight. It was something he would have outright refused to do only six months ago. A level of vulnerability he couldn't tolerate. A showing of weakness that wouldn't benefit him at all. Except now he knew it would. He liked Momo looking out for him and being supportive. He liked being that person in turn for Izuku. He felt closer to Mirko than he had any right to because she was the one person he really had opened up to already, and it felt good. Even if she wasn't afraid to literally kick him when he was down, he understood why she did it.

But to do that... To open up. Not just to a counsellor, not to a mentor, but to a peer. To someone he cared about and who cared about him. It made him... Not scared. Not that. Anxious. Definitely anxious. Not the... Other thing. But that anxiety did leave him putting it off after his session on Thursday. Then again on Friday. And Saturday.

And so here he was in the common area of the dorms, with eyes on the one he had decided he would try to open up to.

"You're staring," Kyoka said, not looking up at him as she tapped a pen on the table.

"Of course I'm staring. That's pretty necessary for the process," he answered, eyes flicking from her to his sketchpad. "Besides, why would I not want to stare when you're so cute?"

"Ugh, shut up."

"You love it," he countered with a smile, working to fix his mistake with her nose. He accidentally gave her a pug nose and that was just not right.

"Yeah, no, you're mixing me up with a girl who falls for cheeseball stuff. That kind of stuff might work on Momo or Izuku, but not on me."

"Right. Bad girl," Saiki recalled from their earliest encounter. "Definitely not the type to swoon as her boyfriend admires the shine of her hair, tries to capture how it seems to naturally resemble a soundwave. How even her look is like a miracle of sound."

Kyoka didn't move. Not a muscle. But her body betrayed her anyway as her cheeks turned pink. She glanced at him, but resolved to keep working. Not writing words, but continuing to tap her pen on the table.

Tap tap.

Tap tap tap.

Tap tap tap tap tap— "I NEED A BREAK!" she shouted, leaping from her chair, grabbing her boyfriend's arm and dragging his unresisting form into the laundry room.

Saiki smiled the whole way as his wannabe punk girlfriend pushed him into the laundry room and slammed the door behind them. He tossed his sketchpad aside in the same moment she tossed away her notepad, the two canvases landing atop one another as their owners crashed together, Kyoka running her hands over his body as she kissed him. It was rare for her to be so aggressive. Usually she was a purring kitten looking to be either pampered, cajoled into something naughty, or manhandled into obedience. It seemed she was outwardly expressing her desire to put her frustrations with songwriting aside. And if she wanted to do that by desperate sex in a semi-public space, he wasn't going to argue.

He let her pull his jacket off, but pushed back as she tried to keep stripping him beyond that. She might have forgotten, but he was aware of the need to at least cover up if someone decided to randomly start their laundry right then. Not for his sake. He was more than happy to have her naked and bent over the washing machine, offering them a jaunty salute as he pounded her. But Kyoka probably wouldn't be as happy about it.

... Or would she? She did like the idea of a teacher catching them in the closet that first time. And she did get caught masturbating by Midnight. And she was the one that dragged him in here instead of to either of their bedrooms. Well that was a fun thought. He'd have to keep that in mind. Would have to be careful about it though. Public indecency was still a crime.

For now though, he took back control. Pushing her against the washing machine. Taking advantage of her wearing a skirt today to quickly get skilled and experienced fingers to her most sensitive place. Kissing her as he pulled up her top and her bra before kissing her nipples. Her hands unfastened his pants in the same moments, letting him pull himself free. As always, he had gotten hard the moment she showed interest and by now it was a throbbing steel shaft. He didn't immediately penetrate her, instead giving her slightly slick pussy some encouraging rubs, the head of his cock staining her skirt with precum and her own juices.

"Fuck me already!" she demanded. Well, good boyfriends listened to their girlfriends, right? And so he pulled back, lined himself up, and thrust forward, spearing her pretty pussy. "Ah, sh-shit! I can never get used to how damn big you are!" she complained, or 'complained', shuddering from the feeling of fullness he gave her. His shaft having peeled open her petals and conquered her pussy yet again.

"Yeah, well you're getting all of it."

"Wait—! A-ah-ha?!" For someone with a lower, more husky voice, she was still able to squeal like a cute girl with just the right encouragement. Like an extra couple of much thicker inches stuffed inside her. The petite girl taking him to the hilt.

"I can't believe you wanted to hide away that beautiful voice," he teased, continuing to draw little squeaks as he shallowly pumped inside her, making her feel every bit of him. "Every noise you make is music to my ears."

"Sh-shut up, ah!" She might have complained but her jacks were as honest as ever. The cables coiled around her nipples, wrapping tight and tugging them roughly. Ah, his indecisive bad girl, always struggling to be honest with herself. But that was fine. He had trouble with that too. Maybe that was why he looked to her.

He wanted to kiss her again, but that would keep her quiet and he didn't want that. So instead he leaned in to kiss, lick and nip at her neck. Pumping his hips against hers, her boots banging against the machine with every thrust.

"Saiki! I'm—! Mm!" The cute punk bit her lip, fought down what was coming. "With me! Do it with me! Inside me!"

"Then you better hold it," he warned. He wasn't all that close yet.

"Seriously?"

He didn't know why this was a surprise to her. He'd never been a quick shot. But if she was already this close it was more evidence for his theory. So he whispered into his little exhibitionist's ear as he continued fucking her. As she let out laboured breaths, fighting not to cum. "If you cum before I do, you're walking out of here wearing it, understand?"

"Saiki!"

It was thrilling watching, feeling her quiver as she fought down her natural reaction. All while he continued to fuck her. Her outfit clinging to her from sweat. Wet patches on her skirt from her overflowing juices. Her panties soaked through. Her skin flushed bright red. Her desperation was beautiful. "Are you ready to cum?"

"Yes! Please!"

He gripped her hip for leverage. His head nestled in the crook of her neck. And as his lips latched on to her collarbone, he pounded her, their bodies slapping together. His cock spearing into her multiple times a second as he fucked her with such vigour she had no chance of holding back.

"Saiki! SAIKI!"

That scream, that squeal, that sensation of her losing control and clamping down on him. Her insides sucking and twisting. It all pushed him over the edge as he released inside her, his balls clenching as his seed soaked and filled her pussy, her womb.

They both shuddered together, their bodies rolling against one another as they both rode out their climaxes to leave a sticky mess between them.

Slowly, Kyoka caught her breath, smiling in post-orgasmic bliss. As she came fully back to her senses, she noticed the two pads sitting next to her. Picking up the unfinished sketch, she frowned at it. "You gave me a pug nose."

"Huh?" he grunted, pulling away from the mark he left on her neck to see the sketch. "No I didn't, I fixed that."

She turned it around to show him.

"... It's a work in progress."

She giggled as she threw it down again, wrapping arms around his neck. "I want more."

Saiki had to laugh. "Aren't you the one complaining about having to keep up with me?"

"Are you complaining I want to keep going?"

"Hey don't put words in my mouth." His hand moved from her hip around her back. "Should I assume you want it here?" he asked as he gently prodded her ass with a finger.

She smirked up at him. "Feels like a job half-finished if you only fill my pussy, doesn't it?"

Not really. But he had no complaints if that was what she wanted. "We don't have any lube down here."

"Feel like you're lubed up already."

"... Nah." Not enough for what he wanted to do. So instead he picked her up, one arm under her thighs, the other on her back, and a nice supporting rod still stuffed inside her. Then he carried her toward the door.

"Wah— Saiki! Someone, nn!" The act of walking jostled her against him, meaning there was nothing he could do about how his still hard cock rubbed against her walls in a pleasant friction. "Someone will see!"

"Or hear, if you keep moaning like that," he warned her with a smile. "Better keep quiet!" With that he opened the door and started running out of the laundry room, through the common area and up the stairs to the male dorms.

"Saiki-i-i-i!" Kyoka giggled, grinning and panting as the vigorous movements led to him more or less continuing to fuck her. Especially as they went up the stairs. "Oh fu-uck!" she groaned, her eyes closing as she groaned out, hiding her face in his chest. She didn't look up until she heard his bedroom door close. "You're a dick!" she said with a smile.

"Maybe. But I think you wanted more of mine somewhere new, so..."

He didn't strip himself, but did make sure to peel off every item of clothing on her body, making sure her slim and petite body was revealed to him. Still sweaty, her nipples still rock hard, her pussy still soaking and now leaking his cum. And her tight little ass ready and waiting for him. Grabbing the lube, he made sure to coat himself well, and slide two fingers inside her as deep as they would go.

"You're being thorough," she noted as she looked back at him while on all fours on his bed, wiggling her ass back and forth as if to tell him to get on with it. "We're both pretty slippery already, Saiki."

"It's best to be thorough." Saiki crawled onto the bed, taking position behind her. He knew how much was too much. If Kyoka had given him practice with anything, it was how to do anal without causing the girl too much pain or risking injury. And so he pushed inside her, teasing open her little pucker until it gave up and swallowed him.

"Fffffuck yes," the petite punk groaned. "Nn!" Then grunted as he slapped her pert ass while sliding deeper inside, thrusting back and forth making slight progress with each pump of his hips. "More. Harder."

"Hmph. Careful, the hard part is still to come." More effort, faster progress. "Here we go Kyoka, grit your teeth." As what came next was the swell at his base. The last inch and a half that was girthier than the rest. And yet his girlfriend's greedy ass swallowed that too.

"Fuh-fuck, why does it feel bigger every time?" she asked, her jacks plunging into her cunt to add to the overwhelming sensation of fullness. "I love your knot."

"It's not a knot."

"Whatever, close enough. Fuck me. Give it to me. Pound my ass! Knot your bitch!"

That wasn't fair! Here he was trying to be nice and she had to go and say something like that. "You're my bitch?" he asked, pulling up by her shoulder, supporting her with his other arm across her cute little tits.

"Yours and Momo's. Now fuck me like one already! Ngh!" She grunted as she felt the 'knot' pull out, dragging on her poor little asshole as it pulled free, only for the process to repeat as it pushed in again. "So big!" she gasped. "So good!"

How did he get so lucky to find so many great girls? Two sweet angels, a violent tomboy, a violent fuckbunny, even maybe a teacher dominatrix... And right here, his little punk anal slut. He had a lot of problems, but just as many blessings, even if he had to work his ass off to get them.

And so he took his time, enjoying his girlfriend's desperate mewling and clawing at his bedsheets as he speared her ass over and over again. Slow pulling and pushing motions as he rearranged her insides, as he got her hole nice and used to the movements. Before his pace picked up. Kyoka had no choice but to hold on for dear life as he started pounding her tight, sweltering hot hole, bulging her abdomen just a little from his thrusting.

Kyoka didn't even try to hold back her orgasms. Didn't even pretend to try. The second he hilted himself inside her, it seemed she was happy to let him slam her ass and let herself enjoy every second of it. The only noise of protest she made was when he fired his second load of the day to soak her insides, only to continue on like it hadn't happened. He didn't need to stop or slow down, and so Kyoka was left to wonder if he was going to keep pounding her until he was satisfied. Which, from her experience, would take a long time.

But, instead, it ended far sooner than she thought. His second load fired out of his cock in hot jets of sticky seed to join the rest filling her dirty hole. Not a single drop of it escaping with his 'knot' acting as a perfect plug.

And then he lay down. His girlfriend held in his arms, his dick still hilted in her ass. Not that either of them seemed to mind with how her hands joined his in wrapping around her belly over the little bump there. "I needed that."

"Been a while since we did it just you and me," Saiki noted.

"Hmmmm..." It was a happy little hum. A sound of satisfaction. Of relieved stress. "I guess so. Feels more comfortable when it's you, me and Momo, doesn't it?"

Saiki frowned. "Does it?"

"Yeah? I mean... Saiki, don't get me wrong. The sex is amazing. But you and I aren't that close. Felt like that was what you wanted."

"... You think?"

She looked up at him with a little confusion. "Yeah? You and I... We kind of only talk if it's about Momo, or if Momo is there..."

"We talk," he defended. "It's just that Momo is always there. I mean we all live together more or less. It'd be weirder if one of us wasn't."

"Except you do spend time with Momo alone." She put her hand on his as his rested on her belly. "I'm not mad or anything. It's just how our relationship is."

He couldn't blame her for thinking that way. He also couldn't deny what she was saying. Even from the very beginning he approached her not because he was interested but because she happened to be there when he felt down about himself. When he wanted to put himself above someone to feel big, like he had done so many times back in those days. It had felt good, satisfying, gratifying. She was cute. She was fun... But back then she had been a means to an end. When he got together with her and Momo for the first time, when he took both of their virginities... She was right. It was him and Momo, and her. It was about dominating her. It was about sex. And every time after that, it was about sex, or it was about Momo.

And if he thought about it... That was the reason why he wanted to open up to her. Because even if it went badly... It would matter less. He loved Momo. He might've loved Izuku. And diving into his complicated feelings about Katsumi was a recipe for disaster, but he cared a lot about her too. But Kyoka... Their relationship was mostly physical.

And only in this moment did he realise what a tragic waste that was. And even worse, the reason for it was the exact problem Midnight had pointed out. He didn't open up unless he had to. Momo forced him. He forced Izuku. He and Katsumi pushed each other. But Kyoka? All there was, was the physicality. He had a cute, dumb, incredibly talented wannabe punk rock girl who loved taking it in the ass... And there was a chance she would slip away from him because he was too much of a coward to say how he felt. Or even discuss it. Not without something forcing it.

"... How are you doing?" he asked. "With... Everything that happened at Kamino, I mean. You heard a lot of things and you haven't been able to talk about any of it. I just realised how shitty that must've been."

"Just now?"

"Just now," he admitted. "We're both aware I'm a recovering asshole. I'm trying."

She sighed. "I... I don't know. It was a lot, yeah. But it's a lot that I can't do anything about. Izuku is struggling more than I ever thought but I can't do anything to help, and you're... Well, you're a mess. No offense."

"Some taken. I really am trying."

She patted his hand in acknowledgement. "It's all ancient grudges and hero and villain dynasties and it's stuff I don't wanna understand. It feels like it shouldn't be important. I never saw being a hero as fulfilling legends or achieving destinies or any of that crap. I'm the kid of a couple of musicians and I wanted to help people. That's all it should be." She frowned. "But I probably shouldn't say that to Izuku."

"She'd probably agree with you," he offered, propping his chin atop her head. "And so do I. Well... That wasn't why I got into it. I got into it for the self-interest angle and good old-fashioned spite. But the bones of it really are to just help people, and if you want to help Izuku," or him, "Just knowing you're there to help helps on its own. Is that why you chose to be a hero then? Just wanted to help people and it was the most obvious way?"

"... You have to promise not to laugh."

"I promise to try."

Kyoka cleared her throat, shuffled atop him. "I... I wanted to be a hero because... Of... P-Present Mic." She heard a snort. "You promised not to laugh!"

"No I didn't," he corrected, trying not to laugh too loudly. "Why him?"

"I don't know. This probably sounds weird but he seemed so... Ordinary. The first I knew about him was as a radio DJ. I didn't even know he was a hero until a few years ago but when I found out it made being a hero seem less like that noble and legendary calling that you either had or you didn't... And instead made it seem like something anybody could do. I was just the kid of two musicians. I didn't think I could be like a hero, that I could help people. But the voice I heard every day on the radio, not being a cool hero but being a dorky radio DJ, he was also a hero. And I realised I could be a hero too."

"All you had to know was that it was possible, and that was all it took to make you want it."

"I guess. You?"

... This was his chance. She was asking him. "I..." There would never be a better chance. "I... I uh... My... I was an orphan, am an orphan, I mean." She shifted, looking up at him, which only made him feel more awkward. "When I was a kid I was treated like crap. I was four when my mom died, six when my dad died. And with how he died... There was no way I would ever have been treated well by anyone. Teachers punished me for things I didn't do, assuming I was the one responsible. Other kids kept their distance from me. I had a caretaker at home that was basically a live-in nanny hired by my mom's folks so they didn't have to deal with me themselves. She wasn't great either, and she was gone the moment she was no longer needed. I pretty much grew up not knowing what I'd done wrong, until I figured out it was nothing. That it was all because of things I couldn't control. They hated me for nothing, so I started hating them right back."

"Saiki..."

He continued. He had started, and so there was no stopping. Not until he was done. "I was always on the outside, but I still got to see what they loved. Heroes. Every kid wants to be a hero at some point, right? They either grow out of it or realise they can't. But I saw it was what everyone wanted. What everyone I hated wanted. I wanted that. I wanted to... Take it from them, I guess. To be what they couldn't. It was just a spiteful dream then, before I figured out my quirk. When I did... I saw it as a way to get everything no one had ever wanted to give me. Respect, admiration, and—" He stopped himself short. "It all came together. I could get back at them by taking something they all wanted, and I could get what they always refused to give me that they happily gave everyone else."

"I didn't come here for good reasons," he admitted. There was no avoiding it. He hadn't avoided it even in the beginning. He knew what it was even then. That it was all spite, all hatred, all resentment. "No noble purpose like Momo or Izuku, or just the want to help or be a good person. I was in it for me, and my entire time here has been about learning it can't just be about that. If it weren't for you and the others back then... No," he corrected, not wanting to dilute this. "If it weren't for you, Kyoka. I... I wouldn't be here. It would've all ended with that bastard with no one the wiser. I owe you everything. So... If you don't want to be with me the same way, that's fine. But I do want to be with you. I'm just... Not good at the sentimental stuff. Or talking like this."

They sat in silence for a little while as he let her process all that word vomit he expelled all over her. It was what Midnight wanted him to do, and it felt good to say it, but it also felt like he was about to explode from the pressure of waiting for a response.

"You know... I'd hug you... But I'm kind of rooted in place here," she pointed out, wiggling her ass with him still inside it. "So..." She grabbed his arms and pulled them tighter around her. "I'd be okay with trying that if you're still open to it. Do you remember your mom at all?"

"Not really. I'd say some sappy shit like she was so radiant or like an angel or something but... I really have no idea. She's an indistinct blue-haired blob to me now. Dad didn't keep pictures. Just uh... Humming. She did that a lot. Felt weird because I have no idea what made her that damn happy."

"Do you remember how it went?"

"Uh... Something like..."

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