Chapter Fifty-Two

"DENKI! YOU'RE BACK!"

Walking into the development studio, my reflexes kicked in as my partner leapt nearly ten feet across the room in a flying tackle, allowing me to catch her and bleed her momentum off in a spin. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she was hauling me over to her workstation in the corner.

"You've been gone for forever! What were you doing that was so important, anyways? Do you know how much I didn't get done because you weren't here!?" Mei demanded, sitting me down on a stool.

While her words were demanding, and her tone was demanding, and her... okay, while normally this kind of third degree would annoy me viscerally, running it through the Mei-Translator gave me: 'I missed you, and don't want you to leave again.'

"It's part of being a Hero," I told her gently. "Sometimes we do training trips. I'm sure you, being in the Support Course, are going to have to go on field trips that I'm not allowed on."

The inventrix frowned, turning to the teacher acting as chaperone at the front of the workshop. "Denki's my partner. He should come with!" she declared.

Power Loader took a long sip of coffee. "He's already invited. Waiting for Aizawa to approve it."

"I... am?" I replied, not knowing what they were talking about. "To what?"

"We're going to I Island!" the pink-haired engineer grinned. "They saw our babies and want to talk to us about our designs!"

Right. That. I remembered the name, vaguely, from a movie trailer I'd watched before... 'coming' here, but I'd never seen it. Which meant, if things were still on the same track as before, it'd be attacked by villains. The question was, would that happen while I was on this trip with Mei, before, or after? Or, would it not happen at all? If Shigaraki was involved, I'd hurt him pretty badly, but would that mean he'd play it safe, or double down?

"No need to look so nervous, kid," the Pro commented. "You'll fit in just fine."

Shit, I thought, not hiding my thoughts as well as I thought I was and tried to laugh it off. "If you say so, Sir. So, Mei, build anything interesting while I was gone?"

The girl peered at me. "You still left me alone for a week. You need to make that up. I want you to come early for the next month!"

Which, translated, was 'I want you to spend more time with me', along with Mei's normal tendency to push things. I considered pointing out that I didn't need to come here, as my knee-jerk reaction to anyone telling me that I had to do something was to tell them to fuck off. However, I didn't... dislike spending time with her. "One week," I countered. "I was gone for a week, I'll be early for a weak."

"Ah, but an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure!" the girl quoted back to me, enjoying the haggling. "But instead of sixteen to one, I'm just asking for three to one, so three weeks!"

"Two weeks, and I'll come twice as early," I shot back. With my... unique method of travel, I didn't need to worry about train schedules, only routes. "Final offer."

A wide grin split the girl's face. "Deal! Now take a look at this, I had some ideas for a three-dimensional movement gear that'll work great for Uragawa's zero-gravity Quirk!"

It took me a moment. "You mean Uraraka?" I asked, as Mei grabbed what looked like a prototype ionic engine, and flicked a design up on the projector we'd built, since the plans for whatever we were putting together weren't just in her head anymore.

"Sure, whatever. Tell me, whaddya think?" she demanded, and I tried to follow what she was going for. Ionic engines weren't that powerful, and for terrestrial movement were pretty much non-starters. They were incredibly energy efficient, though, and didn't require that much fuel, which is why they were considered a possibility for space-flight.

However, with the coming of Quirks, and the chaos that followed, space-travel to anything other than the moon had been shelved, and even then those missions were usually rare PR moves, dick-waving either by governments or Support Companies.

Thinking about it, though, Ochaco's Quirk wasn't just nullifying gravity, but, to a certain degree, Mass as well, allowing her to swing a concrete pillar that should've weighed a few tons with only minor effort, as well as all the robots she'd thrown, not to mention her stopping Deku from hitting the ground with a slap that, if all that was different was gravity, should've broken her arm from the force of his momentum alone. With that power set , Ionic thrusters might very well be the way to go.

"This is brilliant!" I commented, mentally filling in some of the gaps in the design. "If it's going to be flight gear, though, we're gonna need to put in a better control system."

"See, this is why our babies need their papa!" Mei announced, dropping into my lap. "I was thinking a neural tap."

"Mei, how many times do I have to say it. No neural taps," I groaned, but smiled regardless, happy to be back and hashing out how to make Mei's crazy ideas viable.

Walking back into class, it felt like far longer than a week had passed, and I nodded to Mina as I took my seat next to her. I'd wanted to see her this weekend, but I'd had my last day of my internship on Saturday, and she'd begged off for Sunday, apologizing but asking me to go with it. It was her, so I did, but if I was being honest with myself, out of everything about UA, it was spending time with her that I'd missed most of all.

"You doing anything after-school?" I asked her quietly, and she smiled, but it was a pained one.

"Yeah, I am. Sorry, hun. Tomorrow?" she shot back, and I nodded, the smile expanding into a grin. "Great! How was Hawks?"

I considered how to respond. Despite my best efforts, I hadn't manifested so much as a tuft of down from trying to copy his Quirk. I knew I could eventually, but the time we'd had in that week wasn't enough. "Good," I finally told her. "I didn't quite get what I was looking for, but I got a lot of experience. Mostly how to fly correctly. You?"

"I had an awesome time. Bentotina was great! I learned a lot about so much, and even came up with a few new tricks!" she gushed. "Did you get a work-study offer?" I nodded. " So did I! Sorry ya didn't get what you were looking for, but I'm sure you will later!"

"What were you looking for, ribbit?" Asui inquired behind us.

"Combat experience," I half-lied. "On one hand, him taking out criminals and villains in an instant makes sense, stops them from hurting anyone else. On the other, well, we sparred a little, but most of what we did was improving my maneuverability."

"Maneuverability is what he's known for," the frog girl pointed out, and I had to give her that. "Most of what I did was training and cleaning. I did fight some drug smugglers, Ribbit. It was close, but no one was really hurt."

"That's cool!" Mina gushed. "What happened?"

Sitting back and listening to the girls talk about their internship, I wondered if I should've done something about that. I knew that she ran into trouble the first time, but it didn't really seem as big of a deal as Stain. However, keeping hands-off had worked here, and, as Midoriya walked in, subdued but also a little upbeat, I waved to him, glad that that had turned out okay as well.

The green-haired boy glanced up, smiling slightly as he waved back, before taking his seat. Bakugo came in moments later, and the boy seemed... calmer? He still practically stalked in through the door, but he wasn't stomping, like he often did. As he took his seat, Jiro slipped out of hers and approached the explosive teen.

"Hey, h-how was your internship?" the rocker-girl asked, trying to go for casual, only a momentary hesitation detracting from that.

Bakugo looked at her incredulously, scoffing, "Why the hell do you care?"

"... nevermind," she muttered, turning around.

The Bombing King stared at her, confused, before calling out, "Hey, Jacks. It was good. Yours?"

Jiro paused, a moment of indecision flickering across her face, before she settled on determined. "Not bad. Fought some terrorists. You?" she called back, looking over her shoulder.

" Hardcore," Bakugo snorted approvingly. "Just some nobodies on my end. Barely a challenge. Got into a few scraps with my teammates. Kicked most of their asses." The boy grinned ferally at the memory. "Most of 'em." He paused awkwardly. "Who'd you go with?"

"Death Arms," the girl replied. "He-"

" That fucking schmuk?" Bakugo scoffed angrily, interrupting her. "I guess, to get into a fight, he'd be fine, but asshole's a pussy when it matters."

Jiro scowled, "I think he did pretty good!"

"Those guys you fought. Basic Bitch Quirks?" Bakugo questioned.

"Uh, I mean, one guy was strong, and one had bone spikes, and another could jump," she offered. "But he took them out."

"Basic Bitch Quirks," the Explosion King nodded. "Asshole pussies out like a fuckin' coward the second things get hard."

"I'm sure he wouldn't do that!" she objected, but hesitated when Midoriya, from his position behind Bakugo winced.

The green haired boy noticed her stare, and quietly stated, "No, Kachan's right. Death Arms is one of those heroes that waits around when someone is in trouble because his Quirk isn't a perfect matchup. I thought that was okay, before, but... " he trailed off.

One of the things All Might had taught us in our hero classes was that, when working in a team, working to your strength was preferable, but, unless you knew acting would make things worse, sitting around and waiting was not acceptable. Sometimes you got extreme situations, like a person with fire powers in a situation where a gasoline-truck had crashed, but short of those rare circumstances, all that meant was that you needed to be that much smarter in order to save people.

Right, I remembered. Death Arms was one of the heroes who did nothing while the Slime Villain tried to eat Bakugo. The one that lectured Deku for trying to help, while he waited for someone else to save the day. Mt. Lady not helping kind of made sense, at least at first, as she was a giant and couldn't fit in the street without causing damage, but even then, she could have tried to reach in and grab both Bakugo and the Slime Villain, moving them out of the fire and into a position that the others could save the teenager, but she'd done nothing either.

"Did the coward offer you a spot for your Work Study?" Bakugo asked, and Jiro shook her head. " Good. You wouldn't fit in at my place, but I could ask around."

The jacked girl looked at him skeptically. "I, I'd appreciate that. But, why?"

The boy looked down and away, scowling, and muttered something under his breath. While I missed it, Jiro didn't, and the girl smiled happily. "Aw, thanks! Same!"

"Shut the fuck up, Ears!" Bakugo yelled, but the girl's good cheer was undaunted as she practically pranced back to her seat.

"Oooooo, someone's got a crush," Mina teased, leaning over my desk, and I had to resist the urge to slap her ass as she wiggled it.

School, we're in school, I reminded myself. It had been too long since we'd been together.

"S-shut up," Jiro blushed, looking away. "I-I'm just being friendly. What's wrong with that?"

"Nothings wrong," Ashido cooed. "I'm just happy for ya. You go grab that explosion!" An evil smile spread across her features. "Or go get bang-"

I reached up and muffled my lover. "And that's enough. Leave the poor girl alone."

Mina pouted, looking at me, before licking my hand. "Not the time," I told her without reacting, the girl apparently just as affected by our time apart as I was.

She pulled away, falling back into her seat. " Fiiine," she sighed, but couldn't help but smile.

The door slammed open, but I didn't see anyone, which could only mean-

" Kaminari!" Mineta cried, running inside and up to me, before dropping into a full bow. "Thank you Sensei!"

"Um... what?" I asked, nonplussed.

" I got her number!" he announced, springing to his feet. A moment later, he'd taken out his phone, and was showing me a picture. In it, Mineta was taking a selfie with a girl in a skintight costume who was a nine out of ten, easily, and with similar proportions to Midnight, only more so.

"Um... what?" I repeated, not sure what the hell I was seeing.

Mineta grinned broadly, "I did what you said, and played it cool. And, I worked with a complete babe, and like, learned some stuff, but I got her number and a kiss!"

"Wait, like, on the lips?" Mina asked incredulously.

"Not on the lips," the pervert replied smugly.

Asui peered at the boy with her too-large eyes. "It was on the forehead. Wasn't it."

The ball-headed teen deflated a little. " Still counts," he muttered. "But we worked really well together! Thanks man, I couldn't've done it without you!"

"Um, no problem?" I offered, as the tiny teen tottered off to his seat.

There was a moment of silence, before Mina declared, "I was gonna say Bakugo was the one who changed the most, but I'd be wrong. I've gotta say, I'm kinda proud of the little perv."

All Might had his mobility lesson, which turned out about how I thought it might. Ida's speed wasn't the best in the broken terrain of the pipe-filled industrial practice area, which let Midoriya cinch the win. I tried my best, but, even pushing my flight, Bakugo beat me to All Might, if only barely. All my training had been in mid-air maneuverability and how to make my flight viable for patrols, instead of how to better utilize my straight-line speed.

I could go stupid fast, if I wanted to run out of juice in a minute or so, but unfortunately physics was a merciless bitch, and that meant I was moving far faster than I could safely stop. I tried a turn-and-burn, trying to accelerate in the opposite direction to pull back my vector, dumping large reserves of my electricity into my gloves. Unfortunately, I messed up the calculations a little and missed the top of the silo the Number One was standing on, not even close enough to throw a lightning limb out and hook into, having to re-accelerate to try and get back to him. That meant Bakugo, screaming in rage after I'd shot by him, and riding a series of explosions, had managed to get there first.

"You're not better than me!" the Bombing King had declared afterwards.

"I mean, probably," I'd replied. "I need to work more on the landings. Good job, man."

He'd given me an assessing look, before grunting, nodding, and stalking away.

Then another day of class, and Mina and I had left school together, careful to not look like we were together, but as soon as the train started moving she scooted over, and I lifted my arm to hold her to me. Even that much got us a few disapproving looks, but I wasn't doing what I wanted to, that being make out with my stupidly hot girlfriend, so they should be happy we were being discrete.

"Dinner, karaoke, hotel?" I asked as we got off at our normal stop.

Mina considered that, before leaning in close and whispering, " I'm hungry for something else," in my ear, giggling at my expression.

"Alright then, Hotel first," I'd declared, taking her hand in mine and striding, with purpose. I'm not sure what it said about us that the receptionist recognized us, but it certainly made things easier. Soon enough we were in our room, and the door has barely closed when Mina was on me, jumping up and hooking herself with her hands and legs as she goes for the kiss we both wanted all day.

Her lips are as sweet, warm, and soft as I remember and one of my arms wraps around her, holding her tightly to me, as I drop my own bag and head towards where I know the bed to be. With my eyes closed, I almost walk into it, dropping down onto the mattress. I make sure to not land completely on her, as we continue, but enjoy the feeling of her against me.

With her once more, I'm content to just keep going like this, feeling right with her in my arms, but she pulls away, letting go with her arms but with her legs still wrapped around my hips, and blinks. "Holy shit I needed that," she remarks, grinding against me. "And need this. Come on Sparky, strip."

I'm already unbuttoning my shirt, as I ask, "You don't want to take your time and enjoy this?"

She smiles, taking off her own shirt. "Sparky, I know you're trying to be romantic, and we'll do that after dinner, but I want you in me, hard, fast, and often."

Slipping off my top, I nudge her legs, still wrapped around me. She gives me a salacious grin, and pulls herself up against my hardness, teasing me, before she lets go and I swiftly remove my belt. In moments, we're both naked, and I practically pounce on her as she squeals with glee, the feeling of her against me exponentially better without anything in the way.

I kiss her again, as she rubs up against me, my hardness sliding between her lips, but as she tries to lift herself up, I pull her back down a few times, enjoying the feeling and teasing her right back.

" Sparky!" she half-laughs, half-moans. "Come on and fuck meooooooh!" she groans, as I slide in deep, shuddering myself at the warm, wet feeling of her squeezing down tightly on me. "Oh god, yes," she sighs, as I pull back, before resheathing myself in her fully hard enough to make us bounce on the mattress. " Yes. I missed this. Fuck me, Sparky."

I do so, starting with slow but heavy strokes, appreciating the feeling as my lover writhes against me, picking up speed every few minutes when she starts to get herself under control. Soon enough, though, I'm going faster, bringing myself into her again and again, not to tease her, but because my own control is fraying.

Holding out, going faster and harder, it's not until that Mina seizes up, pulling herself to me and she screams out in pleasure, clenching me in orgasm that I pull just a little bit of OfA, doubling my force and speed as her voice jumps an octave, eyes wide as she loses herself to pleasure, and I'm not far behind her.

Going until the last moment, I press myself in deep, holding her to me as tightly as I can without hurting her, as she does the same, releasing within her. It's a long few moments as all I can focus on is the woman in my arms, my entire world just the two of us, but it slowly passes and I relax a little, pressing down on her, as she still shudders beneath me.

"Holy shit I needed that," I sigh, my thoughts scattered, and without meaning to profess, "Feels like coming home."

That gets a chuckle from Mina, underneath me, who's a little out of it. "God you're a dork, Denki. But you're my dork," she muses, still twitching. "Both of us needed this. Wait... are you still hard?"

I blink, twitching myself inside her, getting a pleased gasp from my lover. "So I am. Ready for round two?"

She just laughs. "No, but fuck me anyways. God, you're almost more than I can handle."

"But you do it so well," I smile, thrusting into her, feeling her fingers dig into my back. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

The pink-skinned woman below me, sweaty, hair messed, and even more beautiful for it, rolls her dark eyes as she smiles, and pulls herself up to kiss me as we start once more.

AN: And we end with Smut! My Patrons asked me to update this rather than work on something else, so here we go. Now off to my other projects, and this one will be updated in a couple weeks, as I now go back to Remnant. As always, the next three chapters are up on !