Chapter Seventy-Three

"Harder!" Mina pants, her slick sex tightening around me as I bury myself in her again and again, the clap of our flesh meeting ringing through our hotel room.

"Any harder and I'll hurt you," I warn, gritting my teeth at the pleasurable sensations as I take her from behind, her grip on my arms, posted on the mattress, enough that she's drawing blood with her nails.

Instead of putting her off, though, the thought excites her, as she quivers around me. "Do it!"

I tap into OfA to better tap her, sparks flying as I redouble my efforts, the tempo of my thrusts rapidly increasing, making it harder to keep going as my own release starts to approach. As much as I'm enjoying this, though, Mina starts to spasm with a throaty, "YESSSSS," losing her grip and dropping bonelessly onto the mattress as she falls forward.

I almost fall out of her, as she pitches forward, but react in time as I pursue her down, pressing her into the bed with a deep thrust that elicits a surprised yelp, then a squeal of joy as I keep going, fucking her with utter abandon, reveling in the feeling of her.

"D-D-Denki!" she moans, writhing in pleasure, as I pursue my own, arms holding her tight as I push myself to the limit, hitting my peak with one last penetrating thrust, burying myself in her and marking her as mine, her sex welcoming me as her pussy tries to milk me of every drop, and she gets it.

"Mina," I growl in her ear, a low rumble that seems to set off one last set of shakes in her. Relaxing, I stay covering her, both of us enjoying the moment, only rolling off her when she pushes up a little, taking her with me so she's left laying on top of me, her head on my shoulder, her body a comforting weight.

Both of us are still breathing hard, though that tapers off, and she lolls her head to grin in my direction. "Heeey," she giggles, a little drunkenly, and I just have to smile back.

"Is it me," I ask, "Or is this just getting better?"

My lover considers that, then nods sagely. "Totes getting' better. Holy shit, Sparky, when you all 'Plus Ultra'?" She shivers, smiling. "And now, it's like we were made for each other."

That... actually might be true, now that I think about it. No idea to check, but, even though she isn't bound bound, it would kind of make sense if Body Talent tweaked her physiology for maximum compatibility.

More likely though, it was because we'd learned what each other liked. I'd picked up her sweet spots, the fact that I could go hard without issue, and other things, just as she'd learned not to hold back, able to be as loud as she wanted, and so on. Also the fact that we both knew we wouldn't judge each other, and could just... go.

Speaking of.

I felt myself re-harden, still inside her, and tilt my hips to slooowly thrust.

"God, Sparky, again?" she laughs, shaking her head. "Sweetie, four times is my limit. I'm tapped."

Feeling a little disappointed, I thrust once more, commenting, "You could be more tapped," but pull out anyways, as she rolls to the side, off of me, and I catch her with one arm, so she can rest her head on my shoulder as she curls up around my side like a content cat.

Thankfully, the same regeneration that's pretty much quartered my refractory period, and uncapped my, for lack of a better term, 'load limit', also kept me from ever getting any kind of blue balls, so. "That why you wanted me to go hard?" I questioned, as we laid there, luxuriating in each other's presence.

"Sparky, you always go 'hard'," Mina giggles, but still answers my question. "Yeah. I love it when you do it, but it's tough on my tushy."

"I could kiss it, and make it better," I offer, and there's a moment of hesitation, before she realizes I haven't gotten Recovery Girl's Quirk, and she laughs, lazily smacking my chest.

"God, you're incorrigible," my lover mock-complains, her smile keeping any bite from her words. She keeps her hand where it lands, feeling out my pectorals. "And super yummy."

Glancing to the side, I can see a few small holes eaten into the sheets, and looking at my dick, it is a bit red, with irritation instead of because of the blood keeping it up. I guess all the warmth wasn't just thermal, I suppose, my own copy of her power treating my 'accidental exposure' the same way that Mina has to train her own body, to handle the production of ever more potent acids, my regeneration at work there as well. Whups.

Honestly though... I was feeling too good to care. And the fact that I'd made her loose control like that, well, I'd be lying if it didn't stroke my ego a bit, while the girl herself was stroking the rest of me.

"I'm glad we got the time to do this," I sighed, idly hugging the pink-skinned girl with one arm. We'd talked, about how things would've gone in the first time, with the summer camp attacked and Bakugo taken. I hadn't gone into that many details, not remembering them all myself. A basic rundown of the Villains' abilities, but even that hadn't been complete. The fire guy, the guy who could make copies of other people, and Toga were easy to remember, but the others were the toxic-gas kid, not-hulk... some dude that did something with magnets?

I'd been wracking my memory, but, honestly, even I remembered so much, and my memory was stupidly good, at least according to other people I'd known... before. The show had been fun, but I hadn't studied the damn thing, having no idea that I'd end up in it. Hell, with how things had changed, we might not end up with the Pretty Pretty Pussycats, or whatever they were called, and I was worrying over nothing, just like Mina kept telling me.

Well, she'd been telling me that less after what happened at I-Island, but, as she'd pointed out, what we'd done at UA, in Japan, had probably not affected the extra-national territory in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. On the other hand, I'd warned Nezu and Aizawa, outright, and that had to have changed things.

I hadn't gone to Remnant, dropping headfirst onto a literal deathworld, I'd come here because it wasn't some grimdark hellhole that hid its danger with bright colors, and, even with AfO's attention, it was something I would handle. It wasn't the danger that bothered me, it was the...

It was the unknown.

Give me a situation, and I'd figure out a plan. Drop me in the deep end, and I'd start making my way to safety. But this? This was just pre-combat jitters, because I didn't have any details to plan with.

But Mei and I had reworked the gauntlets, and I'd been practically knocking myself unconscious every night grinding away with Momo's Quirk, going through a ludicrous amount of junk food, but when all that mattered was pure energy, then grabbing some of the 5k calorie hyper-dense nutrient bars from the Heteromorph section of the grocery store did the trick, even if they tasted absolutely terrible, meant for taste-buds that weren't even close to human, and dietary needs to match. It was only when Body Defense pinged, negating poisons, that I realized I'd picked up one that was meant for technomorphs, and was eating a high-calorie carbon/silica stick, with trace amounts of cadmium.

Explained the odd stares when I'd bought it, at least.

And Momo's Quirk had given zero shits, or it hadn't with my other abilities making it play nice, letting me mass produce pretty much anything... as long as it wasn't bigger than a quarter. I'd made a little pile of gold coins before I'd realized there was no way to explain where I'd gotten them, at which point I'd switched to diamonds, which were actually pretty simple in structure and mass-producible in any lab. Coloring them was a crapshoot, my trace elements turning out unnatural tie-died marbles, and after realizing I had no way of explaining them either, I'd just switched to producing iron balls, rods, and pyramids, trying to get used to building shapes.

And, knowing how she'd trained it at the upcoming camp, it was easy to do the same thing myself, just moreso, because I was both kind of an idiot and really able to take a beating, the nausea trying to do too much instilled barely rating to the pain I'd gone through during the Sports Festival Tournament. Hedonic treadmill for the win, if only in the reverse.

And for all of this, I could now, from a full 'tank', make two kilos of material before I passed the fuck out!

Progress!

In comparison, Momo could probably make several thousand kilograms of material, but, on the other hand, she couldn't do anything else, and power was very often multiplicative if used correctly, which most people didn't, because they didn't think they needed to.

Which led me back to my issue, of the unknown, which I couldn't really solve, had worked to mitigate the worst of, and would take as it came.

Relaxing, Mina huffed good naturedly. "Finally. I thought I was gonna have to call YaoMomo!" she declared, smiling.

I looked down at her naked form, then my own, before I turned back to her. "And have her do what exactly? We're just friends, Pinky, and I don't think she'd be up for some 'grappling practice.'"

My lover snorted with laughter, breasts quivering with mirth as she rolled onto her back, shaking her head. "Naw, but I gotta remember that. And who knows, maybe you'll get her Quirk!"

"Already do, actually," I replied, holding up a cupped hand, and trying to create a gem that looked like one of her eyes. The black part was easy, just upping the uncompressed carbon, the amber part a little more difficult, trying to make a ring of nickel-infused material was hard enough, but splicing it into the rest in a ring shape was much harder, especially once I tried to do it in three dimensions, which made it more like a tube, oh and a ring of pink diamond around the edge, which took some nitrogen and boron, and...

I caught it before it could fall, and turned over the inch-wide orb, and it was... well it was kinda like her eye. If you squinted. And had never seen an eye before.

However, from her expression when I passed it to her, Mina was quite impressed, accepting it with a wide-eyed smile, oohing and aweing over it, before she perked up, turning a mock suspicious look my way. "Sparky, did you sex up YaoMomo? Without me?"

I returned with a deadpan look. "Oh no. My secret tryst. It has been revealed. Woe is me."

My lover just laughed, going back to examining my creation from all angles. "What is this?"

"Diamond, different types blended together," I answered, explaining each part in turn. "To do this, even with the Support Studio would be nearly impossible, but with Creati's Quirk it's just a matter of visualization. Seriously, if she wasn't a Hero, she could make a killing as an artist."

Mina, who'd snuggled up to me as I'd talked, just laughed. "'Cause what that girl needs is more moolah. And you can do that now? Since when?"

"Last day of the Expo, it finally clicked, but, no, not really," I told her. "I'm at maybe a thousandth of her capability and complexity. This," I smiled, tapping the gem, "is, like, the limit of my complexity, and even then, see how uneven the iris looks? I messed it up. And I can make, like," I made a small metal rod, a quarter the size of a pencil, "twenty or so of these before I'm just as out of it as Momo is at the end of our spars. It's not a power that takes well to being pushed, even more than my original Quirk."

"Still cool," she replied, smiling as she turned it over in her hand. "Glad you finally chilled out. 'Cause while I want to go again, my coochie just ain't up for it."

I blinked, lifting an eyebrow. "Were you trying to fuck the stress out of me?" I asked incredulously.

She just grinned unrepentantly. "Did it work?" Despite myself, I nodded, as she wasn't wrong. She just lifted a hand in a cheer. "Yay! Doesn't hurt that you're super good at it," she teased. "But if this keeps up, I so gotta bring YaoMomo in. To tap out and to tap that Yaoyo-boo-tay!"

"Jesus," I laughed, "the thirst is real."

"What can I say?" she grinned, leaning over to headbutt me, her tiny antlers poking my side. "I'm horny!"

Groaning, I still laughed. "Just, take it slow, okay? We're all friends, Pinky, and I don't want to make it awkward."

"You didn't take it slow with me," my girlfriend pointed out.

"I thought you were cute and wanted to date you the first day I met you," I parried.

She pouted. "Sparky, are sayin' YaoMomo isn't cute?"

I scoffed, "Please, I have eyes. But, when I met her, I was already with you, so, I guess, I just put her in a different category."

"Like Mei?" Mina prodded.

"Pretty much," I shrugged, "Only I'm pretty sure Mei doesn't like me that way." At my lover's snort of disbelief, I added, "No, really. Sometimes, yeah, but, others... I think it's just Mei being Mei, which means that the hints of something more are just, well, Mei being Mei. Remember when you met her?"

The pink skinned girl gave me a flat look. "Ya mean when she told me ya deserved better than me?"

"Because the problems we were having were getting in the way of me helping her in the lab," I clarified. "Which is what she really cares about."

Mina gave me a narrowed eyed look, before rolling her eyes and flopping back down onto the bed. "YaoMomo first, gettin' you across your Egyptian rivers later."

I wasn't in 'De Nile', but there wasn't anything to be gained by arguing with her, so instead I laid in the mostly undamaged, somewhat dry bed, and relaxed.

"Are you sure you aren't up for any more?" I questioned after a while.

"... okay," Pinky agreed. "But only the one."

It was more than one.

MHA

And then it was time to leave, all of us waiting for the bus that'd take us to the training camp. It arrived, along with another and our homeroom teacher stood before us. "Now that you've finished up your first semester at UA High, it's time for summer vacation to officially begin. However," he stated seriously, his blank gaze not moving, but still feeling like he was staring at each of us individually. "Don't think these will be months of rest for you heroes-in-the-making. At this camp, we'll push you to go beyond your limits. You're aiming to become 'Plus Ultra!'"

"Yes, Sir!" we chorused, and he nodded, motioning for the bus behind him. Everyone chatted happily as we loaded up our luggage into the bottom compartments, Mina and Momo making small talk, about how they were both looking forward to the camp, and I nodded along with it. While I wasn't as tense as I could've been, there was still an uneasiness that hung about me, as if nothing I did would change the events to come.

"I heard some of Class A is taking extra courses!" a boy loudly observed, voice smug, superior, and a little neurotic. "Does that mean they actually failed the final exams!?" I turned to look to see the blond kid that could copy powers from Class 1-B, and who's name I couldn't recall. Moanono? Manoma? Either way, he kept going, "That must be so embarrassing! Especially since you're supposed to be so much better than my class! All of you must be wallowing in shame!"

He probably would've kept going if an orange-haired girl didn't chop him in the back of the neck, causing him to collapse completely. "Don't mind him," she smiled, while I was just concerned about the boy's health, as knocking someone out like that was not something done lightly.

"Monoma's scary," a grey-haired girl remarked, and I snapped my fingers as that was the copier's name!

Izuku perked up, "Oh, the rest of Class B!"

I looked over them, not really knowing that much about them as, at least up through the end of when I'd watched the show, they were just kind of... in the background. A green haired girl with sharp teeth smiled at us, observing, "I guess now we're not technically rivals."

"Time to get on the bus!" the orange-haired girl called out, dragging Monoma along, the others in her class not so much as blinking at her behavior as they followed her on.

"Yes, Class A, let's get on as well!" Yaoyorozu directed, and the rest of us started to head towards our transport.

"Kaminari, a word," Aizawa called, waiting off to the side. As I walked over to him, he didn't move until everyone else was gone, before turning tired eyes my way. "Your gauntlets. Hand them over," he ordered, holding out a hand.

"I, what?" I replied, taken aback. How had even known? I wondered, the metal bracelets hidden under my sleeves.

"Your Support Items," he clarified, still deadpan. "Power Loader said you and that girl of his have been working on them. This camp's about Quirks, not gear, so hand them over."

And it begins, a dark part of me observed, but I ignored it, facing the man. "But I use my Quirk through my gauntlets. To push, pull, and fly. Yuga's got his belt," I pointed out.

"Yuga can't use his Quirk safely without his belt," Eraserhead pointed out right back. "You can. Hand them over." I didn't move, and he sighed. "Listen, Kaminari. It's going to be safe."

"Like the USJ? Like I-Island?" I questioned. "Like Ida's Work Study?"

The man winced, putting his hand down, and looked away. "The island you got yourself into trouble, but I've been told I can't reprimand you for what happened there. And the Work Study, that was on them. You're right about the USJ, though. But we've learned. You won't see them, but there's going to be dozens of heroes guarding you lot, out of sight, so the others aren't distracted from their training. But... but that's why I'm not telling you to leave them in your locker here either," Aizawa stated, looking back at me. "They're technically still Support Items, and you don't have a license. You shouldn't be carrying them at all, but I disagreed with the others when it was brought up, and argued you should still have them when not on school grounds."

I looked at the man, not having heard about any of this. Which, I guess, was part of the point. Things were going on, that I wasn't part of, because they were trying to protect us. They just sucked at it, because, without combat, there was no Shonen Plotline.

But we've had attempted murders, maimings, and more, I thought. This might've started of that way, and some elements still are, but we're off the Golden Path of Canon. Which made my giving them up all the stronger a sticking point between us.

"If you argued for me keeping them, why are you making me give them up?" I questioned.

"Because some of the others had concerns, and their concerns weren't exactly unwarranted," the Pro disclosed. "On your own, if you were in a situation that necessitated violence, you'd need them. But here, you'll be fighting, but you won't be in danger."

"Someone with a minion creation power," I nodded, knowing one of the Pussycats could make earth monsters. "Makes sense, if we're away from UA's robot production facilities. But the better ones are part of my normal kit, why take these away now?"

Eraserhead shrugged. "Because you won't always have them. You won't," he reasserted as I shot him a doubtful look. "And if you can get better without them, then you'll be even better with them. I'll keep them on me, Kaminari, and if something happens, I'll hand them right back. But that's not going to happen."

"Then just tell me not to use them!" I argued. "I can train just as well with them deactivated, and that way I don't need to-"

"Wolfram died," Aizawa stated, cutting me off.

"... who?" I asked, not recognizing the name, or why that mattered.

The older man stared at me for a second, before sighing. "The Villain you fought. On I-Island. His name was Wolfram, and he died shortly after dawn. Given what he was doing, and what else happened that night, I-Island kept it secret, but they told All Might, and All Might told Principal Nezu and I."

"Um, All Might punched the guy so hard it cleared the roof, which had giant scrap constructs growing out of it," I pointed out. "Dude somehow lit up the sky with a punch, which still doesn't make sense. Of course the guy's dead. And, considering he tried to kill all of us, good fucking riddance."

Aizawa shook his head. "Wolfram didn't die from that. I'm not saying you're wrong about what happened," he quickly added, holding up a forestalling hand before I could respond, "only that All Might is very good about defeating his opponents, and beating them unconscious, but not killing them. No, he died of blood loss. When the metal he'd been using to replace his lost leg fell apart, without him to hold it together with his Quirk. You killed him, Kaminari. That's why the others are worried."

"I... what?" I replied, dumbly, shocked. "I... his men tried to shoot Momo in the head with a sniper rifle, tried to mow down Deku and Melissa with assault rifles, and tried to kill All Might, and he tried to murder all of us, at the end. I... I didn't know, but... but while I might've killed him, I didn't murder him. My hands... my hands are clean," I stated, even if I didn't really feel it.

It was the first time I'd ever killed someone... or had it been? It was the first time I remembered killing someone, odd feelings aside, and, given how, reading between the lines, a lot of Pros stopped Villains without taking them in alive, Shoto's dad being a prime example, this wasn't something he could try and browbeat me over. And, yes, low bar, but I wasn't the one that set it there.

"Do you really believe that?" Aizawa asked levelly.

"This wasn't some idiot stealing from a convenience store, these were armed mercenaries working for All-for-One," I shot back. "If I could've taken him down nonlethally, I would've, but even All Might needed our help. Deku's help, mostly," I added, "but we all contributed."

Again, the man stared at me. "You're not going to tell me it was the other's fault too?" he questioned, though it was clear he didn't think I was going to. "Yaoyorozu made the bolt. Hatsume aimed you, and told you to fire."

"I came up with the plan of attack that dealt a lethal blow. They might think they're responsible, but without me it wouldn't have happened," I replied, eyes hard. "Are you going to tell the others about this?"

"Kaminari, I wasn't going to tell you," Eraserhead stated. "But we're worried about you, and doing this will help ease those worries."

I considered that. "One of One's people contacted me after," I revealed, Aizawa stilling even more than normal. "Told me his 'friend' wasn't happy I hadn't contacted him, and I should in order to stop more 'misunderstandings'. I didn't, but..."

"But you don't want to be caught weaponless," the older man sighed. "Damn..."

A silence stretched between us, Class B's bus pulling away, some of our class looking through the window at the two of us still standing there.

"I'll contact Nezu, but... that doesn't change this. You need to trust us, Kaminari," the Pro stated, not pleading, but certainly requesting. "You've trusted us with this, let us show you we deserve it."

And that was that. He wasn't making a logical argument for me to refute. He wasn't even making this a power thing, though he could, making my going along contingent on my disarmament. He was asking me to trust him, and. . . while the USJ incident was on them, I-Island wasn't.

It would've been easy for them to blow me off about Ida. After all, I was just a student, and they were the Pros. But they'd listened. And, because of that, those three boys were still alive.

I closed my eyes, wondering what Mina would want me to do, but the answer was obvious.

And, at the end of the day, I wasn't disarmed, only denied one tool out of several, from a toolbox that would only grow with time, perhaps even at the camp itself.

Not saying a word, I lifted up my sleeves, only to find my hands shaking, but I calmed them, and removed the compressed bracelets. "They're heavier than they look," I warned him, my voice unexpectedly rough, and he nodded, taking them easily, and stowing them in two different pockets on his belt, evening out the weight, I realized, in case he did need to fight.

I walked past him, but I stopped as he put a hand on my shoulder. "Thank you, Kaminari," he told me, and the man did actually sound grateful. "I know you think you're making a mistake."

"Well, let's just hope I'm wrong," I replied, not looking back.

"As your teacher, I normally hope my students are correct," he observed, and I could hear a rueful tone in his voice, as he let go, "but this time, we're in agreement."

AN: Next Four Chapters are up on , as usual!