As every morning, he was awake first. Unlike most other mornings, he was warm and content. He wasn't hiding under three layers of cloth from the cold. His belly didn't remind him of the constant hunger he had grown used to, to the point where he only noticed it when it was gone. Everything that had happened to him in the past few months was due to a single unique person: his girlfriend. The girl who had all but scraped him off the street and given him a new lease on life. The girl who was now sleeping next to him, snoring lightly with her head on his chest. She was everything to him. For someone who had always been independent and alone for the good of everyone involved, it was an alien thought that he didn't quite know when it came to him. Still, he was willing to go against the old horror plan for her, something he could never quite set his mind to until she came into his life.
Truly, she was one of a kind.
He lay there in bed for a few hours, missing his morning routine, breakfast, and everything in between as his lazy gremlin of a girlfriend slept soundly next to him. He was content, happy, and there was nothing in this world that was worth pulling away from the warmth and peace she made him feel.
Like clockwork, his side was squeezed with abandon as Mei started the long and arduous process of waking up. It took her another few minutes before she was alert enough to comprehend her surroundings. It was a bit strange to him; anyone who took so long to wake up wouldn't last more than a few days on the street. Not that she would have any trouble—she had him, and there were a lot of things he would be willing to do for her that he wouldn't have done for himself. He kissed the crown of her head as soon as she was awake enough to notice.
"Good morning, sleepyhead."
"Boo!" she stated with a lazy yawn. "I've already heard this one before!"
"I like the classic," he retorted with a squeeze of his own.
Mei was a scheming little thing, yet as close as they were, he couldn't miss how she had something very peculiar in mind this morning. She climbed up to him and kissed him as she straddled his mid-section. Bringing him into a deep kiss, she slowly started to move her hips, startled when she was greeted by his already erect cock rubbing against her panties.
"What—" she said in surprise as he kissed her in turn.
"Morning wood," he reminded her helpfully. "Happens every morning."
"Right," she commented dumbly as her angle of attack was suddenly turned against her. "Do you...Can I..."
He waited for her to say her piece; they had all the time in the world for her to get used to saying what she wanted. "Can I see it?"
He kissed her lips. "Of course."
She scooted her ass back, sending a delightful jolt through his spine as he already missed the warmth of her crotch against his. "I'm going to lower your pants," she stated with a firm voice that did not hide how excited and nervous she was.
"Take your time," he told her gently. He felt none of the old fear he was used to.
It was freeing, even if he wasn't quite sure how to deal with Mei's inexperience. It was strange to witness the hunger for discovery and novelty she was going through. Sex was new and exciting for her, unlike for all the women three to four times his age he had been with in the past. So, it was something else he needed to get used to.
She did, a few short seconds before she grabbed both sides of his sweatpants and started pulling them down. Her heart beat harder the more she pulled on his sweatpants, until his cock popped out of his boxers and landed on his belly. Her eyes focused on his length, taking in the sight as he himself watched her, fixed on it, her irises focusing in and out steadily like she was taking note of every part.
Finally, after a few short seconds more, she gathered her courage as he gave her all the time in the world to choose what she wanted to do. Her fingers wrapped around it; the pressure was a welcome feeling for once as she moved it on its axis, then she started to move her hand up and down.
"Does this feel good?" she asked, anxiety and curiosity in equal measure.
"Yes, keep in mind speed doesn't equal good," he told her as she was still entirely focused on his lower part. "The head is the most sensitive part; be careful with it."
He had to take a steadying breath as her hand went up and her callused hand started to pay attention to his gland. It was a tentative touch that sent spikes of pleasure through him until he let a groan slip. It immediately grabbed her attention; her other hand, until now resting on his thigh, joined the fray as she now attacked his cock with both hands.
His muscles flexed and shifted under her as she took in the way his breath grew deeper and how he reacted to her touch.
"You like this," she stated, more a fact than a question this time.
"I—Ah, do," his answer was cut by a moan that Mei loved hearing as her grip tightened, just enough to be noticeable but not uncomfortable. "I'm still pent up from yesterday."
"Then I'll make sure you get some relief," she decided as she grabbed the bottom of his shirt and raised it, revealing his abs and some of his chest. "While I have some fun."
The words were confident, but they were not hiding how much anxiety she felt, nervous to hurt him or to not make him feel good enough.
"I'm already having a lot of fun," he told her to ease her anxiety somewhat. "This is nice—Ah, fuck!"
Her hand was now running the entire length of his cock in one stroke and her fingers each a delightful torture as they brushed against the ridge of his glans. "Keep going like that."
This was all she needed to do, just that, making him squirm under her touch as it was growing increasingly difficult to stop his hips and thighs from responding to her touch, as the build-up in his core kept growing in intensity.
"Wow, that's hot," she commented with no small amount of pride as she ate up every reaction he had.
Her thumb brushed the head and held out a moan before turning it into a groan. "Fuck, that feels good," he said, her hand gliding against the wall of his abdomen, he could feel her own desire pull in her core. Her panties were soaked.
Keeping a line of communication running was harder when you were on the receiving end; who would have thought.
"You're going to cum soon, aren't you?" she asked him with an edge to her voice as he made a double-take.
Her skin flushed, a manic grin on her lips as she loved every second, every moan made her heart skip a beat as the thrill of what she was doing to him made her more excited by the second.
'Oh, she's enjoying making me squirm,' he realized, noticing at the same time how her hand kept stroking him but always stopped a little higher each time. Every time her finger brushed the tip, a moan escaped his lips; there was little surprise she endeavored to steal more from him.
"I—Ah—am—Ah," his answer was cut by a moan as she only brushed the head of his cock while he spoke. "You cheeky—Ah, fuck, it's coming."
She grinned like a loon for a single second before she returned to her task with both hands this time, right as his hips shook and his seed came pouring out, spattering her shirt and hips with strand after strand of cum, his breath erratic and his hips twitching and shaking in response to every brush of Mei's stilled hand as she watched every second of the orgasm that coursed through him with a growing need that was slowly simmering every time he reacted to her touch. She held him until the flow simmered and exhaled fully after reaching his high.
"Holy shit," she said, finally letting go of his dick. "It's hot... and everywhere."
"Fuck," he breathed, trying to get his bearings back, then a few seconds later when the rush died down. "We need to clean up, mostly me."
"On it!" she said, jumping off the bed with a skip in her step as she rushed to the bathroom, pleased with herself.
'Wow... so I can finally enjoy something like that... that's pretty nice.'
He took the time to get his breath back before following in her step. His girlfriend was riding the high of making him cum, which was a strange thing to witness. He wasn't used to this sort of treatment, and even if his troubles with sex were dealt with for the time being, how Mei saw it still threw him for a loop. He still had a few kinks to work out, probably.
With his dick flopping around, he entered the bathroom and grabbed a tissue to clean himself with.
"This is surprisingly hard to wash off," Mei commented, her eyes drifting to his erect cock as she spoke. "You're still going?"
He chuckled at her surprise. "Penises don't have an on and off switch. It'll take some time before it goes back down," he pointed out as he finished cleaning himself and put it back into his pants. "Done," he announced before noticing why Mei had such a hard time cleaning her hands. "Use cold water; it makes it easier to clean."
She did and finished washing her hands, wiping them with a towel. "That was fun."
He was glad to hear it. "Do you want me to return the favor?" he offered, putting his dick back in his pants before he embraced her from behind and kissed her neck.
"Not now," she answered to his surprise. "And no peeking!" she added, booping him on the nose.
He had to take a few seconds to actively stop her thoughts from reaching him. "Trying."
He took a few steps back from her, distancing himself physically to help compartmentalize their shared experience. That way, he wouldn't peek, even by mistake. "And done, I won't be able to hug you until whatever you don't want me to peek on is done, though."
She looked a bit sad at his words. "Sorry, I didn't think that through."
"Don't worry, even doing my best there's not much I can do to not have an inkling of what you want to hide from me."
She started to nod, but then cut herself off. "Wait. Does that mean I can't lie to you?"
"Not exactly, you've lied to me a few times before," he reminded her. "But if I'm actively looking for a lie I will find it pretty easily."
The news didn't shock her much, and she simply shrugged. His mental wall held, and he had no idea what was going on behind them for the time being, besides some glee and a lot of things bouncing in her head. What she had in mind must be pretty important for her to ask him to stay out of her thoughts. Well, he would have to trust her and find out when she wanted him to.
"Eh, okay. Still no peeking until tonight. But this time I'm the one who'll be on the receiving end," she stated with a lascivious smile.
"You can look forward to it," he told her, closing in on her and stealing a kiss from her lips. "Because I'm not going to use my hand, but something else," he added in a whisper she could barely hear.
Then he licked her lips, and she got the message. With a blush and heat pooling in her core, her breath hitched as the possibility undoubtedly played in her mind. "I'm going to take a very cold shower before I grab you and carry you to the bed," she stated in frustration as she pushed him out of the bathroom and closed the door.
Takuma snickered as he went to make breakfast. "I love that woman."
One breakfast and medication later, they were both gone for the nearest commercial zone. Mei gave him instructions to stay away from an entire part of the complex. He knew she was preparing something and he was more than happy to follow along. Also, she tasked him to test the earbuds she'd brought back from the dead, or whatever place was for long-lost or unused gadgets. Surprisingly enough, they made dealing with the crowd easier. He was used to dealing with thousands of minds surrounding him. It wasn't easy and not at all a good feeling to be assaulted with the passing sensations of pain and pleasure and everything in between from thousands of people around him, but he'd gotten used to pushing everything he felt out of his mind. It allowed him to function in society. He was pleasantly surprised to feel her earbuds actually help him deal with his surroundings. The sound of birds, wind, and pretty much anything else Mei's mother could think of when she made them. These little gifts of hers didn't change his life, he still felt the strain on his thoughts. It was just a little easier. Something he could barely feel. Yet it made all the difference when he thought of who made it for him.
Takuma raised his head to stare at the ceiling and spoke something he knew for sure. "I am hopelessly in love. Help."
"Mousey sees a friend," a small voice said beside him.
"A friend sees Mousey," he replied as usual before turning his head to look at the little girl next to him.
"Where is Momsey?"
"Momsey is taking a shit," the child with grey-silver hair bluntly replied as he kneeled to her level.
"If Momsey is taking a shit, why is Mousey not waiting for her in the bathroom?" he demanded gently while looking her in the eyes with disappointment.
"Mousey saw a friend!" she stated as she jumped into his arms and hugged him with all the strength her twelve-year-old self provided. "Is friend doing okay?"
He couldn't stay mad at her even if he wanted to. "Friend is doing well. Better than he thought possible even."
"Mousey is happy to hear!" she beamed at him with a smile. "Mousey is happy to see friend. Friend needs to come see Mousey more!" she added with a hurt look he didn't need his quirk to know was an act even if the feeling was genuine.
"Friend was busy not getting himself killed, but he will try to come and see Mousey more now that he is safe."
"Friend found a Momsey?" she asked as a wave of hope assaulted him.
"Not Mom, friendsey but touchey," he explained in terms the little girl could understand.
"Oh, is friend getting pegged?!"
'Goddamnit Nova,' he complained internally.
"No and that's not something that should come out of your mouth, little mouse," he chided her gently. One day he would have his revenge for what Danny and Nova had taught the poor girl. "Let's go see Momsey before she notices you're gone, little one."
"Momsey is going to get Mousey ice cream!" the little girl told him as she grabbed him by the hand and started pulling him in the direction of the nearest bathroom.
Takuma could already feel the panicked mind of Momsey as she realized her daughter was gone. "Long time no see," he said the second they turned the corner.
The woman in her late thirties hadn't changed a day since the last time he saw her four years ago. Tall, long platinum blonde hair, a severe face that relaxed the second she noticed Mousey was with him. He didn't miss the slow mounting dread in the back of her mind directed toward him.
'Good.'
"Takuma, thank All Might you found her." The woman was quick to take her daughter into a hug. "I only took my eyes off her for a second, I swear."
"She was taking a shit!"
"A fat one at that," Mousey's adoptive mother confirmed. "And you, little lady, will be grounded when we get home," she added in a soft gentle tone that Takuma approved of.
Just because she had been the mother of his little friend for the past four years didn't mean it would stop him from skinning her like he had promised if anything happened to Mousey. That she remembered his threat was a good sign she still took her job seriously.
"And friend hopes it will be for a long while," he joined in to Mousey's dismay. "Mousey shouldn't have left Momsey's side, even if she saw a friend."
The little girl looked at her feet, saddened. "Mousey is sorry, but Mousey missed friend."
"And friend should have done a better job at coming to see Mousey."
"And he will, but not before Mousey is done with her punishment," her adoptive mother reaffirmed. "How about we go to a café to talk?"
"After you."
A short few minutes later, they were all seated at a table, Mousey going through her cup of ice cream as if it risked vanishing if she stopped eating, and him with a cup of nice coffee.
"How are you doing, Takuma? It's been a while since we've last met," Momsey offered between sips of her own cup.
"Pretty good. I've met someone that helped me a lot and I stopped wishing someone would pop open my skull like an overripe grape every time I wake up, so that must count for something," he shared.
"Friend has a touchey friendsey!" Mousey added helpfully.
"Oh, I guess this would explain a lot," the old hag commented while wiggling her eyebrows.
"She's been good to me, more than I deserve," he sighed. "How about you, Asuna?"
"Work is going well. I got promoted last month and we finally moved out from the old house to the new one," she told him as she cleaned some ice cream from Mousey's cheek. "Little Mousey is nearly done catching up with her peers and I hope she can start middle school on time to be with her friends."
"Oh. Mousey got more friends?" Takuma asked like a schoolgirl about to learn some juicy gossip. "Good friends?"
"Good!" the little girl affirmed with a nod before returning to her dessert.
"I'm happy for you, little mouse," he said as she beamed at him.
"I saw the video," Asuna informed him.
"Does she know?" he asked, inclining his head toward the little girl at their side.
"Yes. She's the one who showed it to me," the older woman winced.
"I hate this stupid video," he groused, wondering when this would stop being a problem. "How did she take it?"
"Not well."
Takuma rubbed a hand on his face. "How is she doing?"
"The nightmares are mostly gone. She still has a bad night from time to time, but nothing I can't handle," she told him as she ruffled her adoptive daughter's hair.
"I'm happy to hear it," he commented with a small smile.
"And when can we meet this lady of yours?" Asuna asked with interest. "I can't say I'm not interested to meet the girl who managed to grab your attention."
"You'll probably meet her, whenever she's done," he offered. He didn't know what a meeting between Mei and Mousey would look like, but he could say the idea put him on edge. "She's not around for the time being."
"How did you two meet?"
"Right after getting my ass handed to me by the mutant. She scraped me off the street and brought me to her home to recover. She allowed me to stay with her while I recovered until we realized we both didn't want to leave each other."
"She hasn't pegged friend yet," Mousey helpfully added to the conversation.
Takuma groaned with spiritual pain. "I get you saw Nova recently."
Asuna nodded. "She came to visit with her girlfriend and her son two weeks ago. She hasn't changed much."
"I can see that," he chuckled when Mousey's selective hearing caught something, leaving them with no choice but to hope she would turn her attention elsewhere. "Any word from Danny?"
"I haven't heard from him," the older woman informed him. "Not since you two visited."
'Four years ago then.'
"Two years ago, he left to 'fight' the C.R.C. I don't think you're going to see him anytime soon."
"Mousey will save him a seat!"
"Remember to protect your ice cream. He's going to eat it all if you let him," he reminded her, seeing her face morph into one of pure focus.
"Mousey's hands are rated 'E' for everyone," the little girl threatened, raising both hands in a mimic of a guard.
"She took that one right out of your mouth," Asuna said as she cleaned Mousey's cheek again. "You wouldn't believe how many classmates she threatened with that line."
"Did they deserve it?" he asked the little girl, who nodded.
"Go for the throat," he told her, extending his closed fist so she could bump it with hers.
She gave him a thumbs-up right after, and he knew she wouldn't have trouble at school. And if she did, he could still visit the parents and put things straight. Breaking and entering was an art form he had gotten good at over the years.
"It doesn't need to be said, but if anything goes wrong with your lady love, the house we're moving into is slightly bigger than the last one. There will be a room with your name on it if you ever need one," Asuna offered with a kind smile.
The offer was genuine; she wouldn't have taken the risk to lie with Mousey present. Still, the little girl and her foster mom were better with him far away from them. It was better for everyone involved. "I'd rather die than accept, but thank you for thinking of me."
"That's just what I expected from you," the older woman chuckled. "That independent streak of yours is going to get you in trouble one day."
"That independent streak of mine has taken an absolute beating these past few months. It snuck up on me, and now I feel like I'm dying every time she isn't around...this is hell," he groaned as his Quirk still failed to detect her in his range.
"Young love," Asuna whispered in an almost whimsical tone. "Wear protection."
"I certainly do not need to hear about the birds and the bees right now," he deadpanned. That ship had sailed a long time ago for him. "How about your love life? Got anyone?"
"Not for the time being. I have too many things on my plate to deal with right now anyway. Besides, I have yet to find a man who can handle little Mousey's Quirk," she whispered a bit lower to him. "Honesty isn't the best policy for most people."
Dangerous Quirks made dating exponentially hard. Who would've thought? At least she still prioritized Mousey's well-being, so he was okay with that. Suddenly, a mind Takuma was keenly familiar with entered his range.
"Oh, looks like a certain girlfriend of mine is done with whatever she had in mind. Let me go and grab her."
"Oh, let me give Mousey a reminder before you come back."
"Sounds good," he confirmed with her before beelining toward Mei.
She was still wearing her tank top and coveralls tied at the waist, a combo she was fond of. She had a few bags with her. "Mei!"
His half-shout grabbed the attention of his ever-distracted girlfriend. He loved how her expression changed for the better when she saw him before she skipped to him and jumped into his arms. "All done!"
"What is done?" he asked, still having no clue what she was doing. "What are all those bags for?" he added, grabbing some from her hand.
"Some underwear. Most of what I have is function over form, so I thought it was better to upgrade before you start ripping my clothes off with your teeth," she stated with a knowing grin.
"I wouldn't exactly rip your undergarments off you like that," he countered before taking a step closer. "I would rather slowly slip them off you, while you can do nothing but watch," he whispered in her ear, loving how her eyes went in and out of focus in a flurry of stilled movement.
"I-ah-let's go home," she demanded, suddenly feeling very hot. "I need to collect...now!"
"You'll get there," he teased as she flushed lightly. "And collect you will, but first, I have a friend I want you to meet."
"Oh, where are they? Are they in a gang? Can I make baby-"
He shushed her with a finger on her lips. "Mei, I need you to be serious about this."
His tone was enough to cut her off. "My friend has a very particular Quirk, one that can kill you in a heartbeat if triggered while she's around you."
He noticed he had her entire attention now. "If you don't feel safe around her, it's okay. I'll just say goodbye to her and we can go home. But if you want to meet her, then you have to promise me you will be careful with every word you speak."
"Every word?"
"Yes, her Quirk is a lie detector of sorts. The problem is that if you lie, you die," he confessed. Mousey's Quirk was one of the more powerful and deadly ones around here.
"Die in like...die. Die?" she said dumbly as she digested what he told her.
"Yes," he stated ambivalently. "This isn't something you can take lightly. If you don't, someone will get hurt."
He let her ponder the question while he checked if Mousey was ready. The little girl wasn't a fan of interacting with new people for obvious reasons, and he could feel her nerves as she prepared herself.
"I'll do it," Mei finally decided as she grabbed his hand.
"Are you sure?" he felt the need to ask. "I and everyone else at the table aren't going to lie while she's around, so you might hear a few things you wouldn't usually hear. Are you okay with that?"
She gave him a firm nod, and he grabbed her hand, leading her toward the café.
"I'm back, little mouse," he said to the table as he sat while Mei did the same with the chair on his right.
"Mousey, Asuna. Meet Mei Hatsume."
"Hello?"
He blinked at the awkward greeting coming straight from his girlfriend's mouth.
'Right, I forgot she wasn't a people person.'
"Mousey greets touchy friendsy," his little friend replied excitedly.
"Girlfriend," he translated to Mei, who was unaware of the little girl's way of speaking.
"And quite the catch. Are you a mechanic, perhaps?" Asuna asked, based on the coveralls she was wearing.
Mei took a few seconds to think of her words. "I make support equipment-"
Mousey's Quirk triggered, and Takuma wielded the entire potential of his Quirk to spear the mental link through its literal throat, saving his girlfriend from being turned into a vegetable.
"Mei," he snapped as both girls winced from the sudden headache. "I just stopped Mousey's Quirk from taking effect. The headache is a side effect both of you don't deserve," he chided his girlfriend while squeezing her hand. "Be yourself," he added in a gentler tone.
He could feel the guilt and fear as Mei noticed the pained frown on the little girl's face. Takuma ruffled Mousey's hair as he mouthed, 'Sorry.' She nodded with a small grin, unwilling to show weakness.
'That's my girl.'
"I make babies," she stated firmly, if a bit shakily, as she didn't really know what to do with herself.
"Babies mean inventions," he translated to the mother and daughter duo, as he was himself surprised by how much of a hard time Mei was having.
"I'm not surprised the girl that finally grabbed your fancy is not scared to get dirty. Coveralls aren't exactly in style this time of year," Asuna commented on Mei's peculiar way of dressing.
He felt his girlfriend wince internally as she now felt self-conscious about how she looked.
Mousey tried to grab Mei's attention, and after she did, she signaled her to come closer as the little girl failed to whisper conspiratorially in her ear. "Do you peg friend?"
'Goddamnit, Nova,' he complained internally for the third time now.
"What's pegging?" Mei asked innocently, more confused than anything.
"It's when you give each other a lot of hugs and kisses!" Mousey explained, to Takuma's relief. He wouldn't murder Nova, but he could cut her hair off as a warning to not teach bad things to children.
"Then yes, I peg him. A lot," his girlfriend was happy to reply. Takuma noticed a few heads turn their way.
He chose to ignore them for his own sanity.
"If you see Nova, drown her for me, would you?" Asuna asked him with a tired sigh.
"I will," he replied.
"Takuma, where did you find the cute little bug?" Mei asked as Mousey showed her a drawing she was working on.
"Behind a dumpster," he replied bluntly, to his girlfriend's horror, right as Mousey said, "I am a mouse, not a bug!"
His disheartening answer cut the excitable mood Mei risked falling into. "But she's with me now. Don't worry, nothing is going to happen to her as long as I have a heartbeat," Asuna said in an attempt to reassure his pink-haired girlfriend.
"And it's not like I have a few people I can trust with Mousey in case of emergency," Takuma added. "Little mouse is working hard at school. Isn't that right, little mouse?"
"Mousey is good-good at math," the child said proudly.
"I wish I was good-good at math," Mei pouted, making the little girl right next to her giggle. "You should add a jetpack to the duck. He would fly faster that way."
"What's a jetpack?" the little girl asked.
'And we lost them,' he thought with a smile as Mei started to explain the ins and outs of one of her favorite inventions.
"I've heard about Thakatra. I'm sorry," the woman told him, immediately wiping the good cheer from his entire being.
"Not as much as the one who got her," he replied with a hiss, low enough Mei and Mousey wouldn't hear him.
Thakatra, the last friend he lost. Taken from him by those thunder-cunts from the Creature. Rejection. Clan. His only regret was not recording their screams. Just so he could listen to them before going to sleep every night.
"Is Danny going to be fine?"
Takuma could only chuckle at her question. "By now, Danny is either long dead or so deep in the ranks of the C.R.C he can puppet them with only the slightest touch to the stick firmly lodged in their ass."
She rolled her eyes at him but accepted his answer nonetheless.
Both of them then spent the next ten minutes listening to the impromptu engineering session.
Somehow, he was surprised to see Mousey grasp the concept of the fuel and oxygen mix needed for better efficiency. Somehow, he was more surprised he had grasped the concept himself. Engineering wasn't his best subject, even after months of living and breathing Mei's craft.
As he liked to do, Takuma let himself fade into the background. After Mei got her footing dealing with the little girl's Quirk and quirks, things were smooth sailing from there. Seeing those two interact was a joy for the soul, and he would definitely bring Mei with him whenever he took the time to visit. Sadly, he noticed Asuna sending him signals that they needed to leave soon, and he took it upon himself to separate the two. A pouty Mousey could be worse than some villains to deal with, and he could save Asuna from that at the very least.
"Alright, little mouse, it's getting late, and someone still has a punishment to go through for leaving Momsey's side," he reminded the little girl as kindly as he could.
"Wait, I haven't even told her about the stabilization fin!" Mei complained to his surprise. "I was just getting into the finer points of the propulsion system. Can I have five more minutes, please?"
Takuma could only turn to Asuna for help. He could tell she was trying her best not to laugh. Takuma would remember this.
"Sure," he gave in after a few more seconds. "But not a minute more."
"Sure!" "Yeah!"
Both girls said at the same time, and for a second, Takuma contemplated his life and wondered how he ended up at a café with a little girl for a friend being taught advanced engineering by his girlfriend. Truly, life loved to throw him curveballs.
Five minutes later, Asuna finally got off her ass to help Mousey put on her coat as Mei gave her a detailed equation to calculate the draft on the wingspan of the duck. How she did it, he had no clue. This was a mathematical equation far above what he could understand. He knew Mei had an easier time grasping concepts if she could link them to her craft, but this was getting ridiculous. His girlfriend was a genius, and she sometimes reminded him of that fact.
"Do you have a phone?" Asuna asked him before they parted ways. "It would be easier to keep in touch if you had one."
"You can use mine. Here's my number," Mei offered, grabbing a card from the pocket of her coveralls.
"When did you get cards with your number on them?" Takuma asked, surprised by the little addition.
"Last week, the principal asked me to repair the printer. I saw an opportunity, and I took it," she giggled mischievously, and he could do nothing but kiss her on the cheek in retaliation.
'Girlfriend too cute, help.'
"In that case, I'm sure Mousey would be glad to chat with you two. After her punishment is done," Asuna offered, reminding her foster daughter she was still grounded.
"Oh, I should grab my old books. I haven't had a use for them in years," Mei said, brimming with excitement at the idea.
"Don't teach her anything about explosives until she's finished with middle school," Takuma pleaded, knowing full well Mei would do as Mei wanted.
"Maybe," she lied unashamedly.
Takuma was relieved she had at least heard him when a grey-haired missile hit him in the side. "Friend will come see Mousey soon?"
"Friend will try, little mouse," he told the little girl.
Takuma didn't dare make promises he didn't know he could keep.
"Bring touchy friendsey too!"
He turned toward Mei, who by now knew how to understand the little girl's strange way of speaking.
"Touchy friendsey will be happy to come."
His girlfriend received a tackling hug for her trouble before both mother and daughter parted ways, waving at them.
"I want one," Mei stated with envy.
"Fancy yourself a mom?" Takuma asked.
"I would be the absolute best mom there's ever been and will be," she stated with firm conviction as she hugged him with one arm and laid her head on his shoulder.
"I can believe that," he agreed, as he didn't miss her hand slowly making its way down before stopping and gripping his ass firmly.
"Let's go home," she said in an almost feral tone.
"Yeah, we have a few things left to clean in the workshop," he agreed, nodding as if he had missed the point she was trying to make.
Mei blushed fiercely as her face got closer to his. "Show me what that tongue can do."
This time he turned his head to look at her straight in the eyes. "Careful what you wish for."
Sex in general took a stronger role in the story than I first thought it would when I started writing this story. It won't be everywhere because its not what interest me, and I don't think I'm good at writing it either, later chapter are better in that regard. Next chapter will be a fuckfest then its back to the story proper.