Kendo POV
Kendo handed Nejire a helmet, her own heart thudding nervously. She'd worn a simple black tank top, the one that showed off her toned abs, a choice she now regretted. Nejire slid onto the back of the bike, her body pressing flush against Kendo's. The contact was electric, and Kendo stiffened as she felt the soft weight of Nejire's breasts against her back.
"Ready? Senpai ?" Kendo's voice was tight.
Nejire's arms wrapped around her waist, her hands splaying across Kendo's stomach. "Wow," Nejire whispered, her breath hot against Kendo's ear. "Your abs are so tight and perfect, Kendo-chan." Her fingers traced the defined muscles, a slow, deliberate exploration that sent a jolt of arousal straight through Kendo. She could feel Nejire's knowing smile against her neck.
Kendo's blush was furious, her grip on the handlebars white-knuckled. She tried to focus on the road, but every touch made her pulse race. Nejire acted oblivious, but her gentle caresses were becoming less and less innocent, leaving Kendo flustered, aroused, and desperate for the ride to be over and for it to never end.
The quiet warmth of the onsen spread through the private bath, and Kendo tried to steady her breathing as she eased into the water. Lantern light shimmered across the rippling surface, casting a soft glow over the steam that curled gently upward. She expected Nejire Hado to splash around or talk loudly, but Nejire instead slid behind her with surprising calm and placed her hands lightly on Kendo's shoulders. Kendo nearly jumped out of the water. The contact sent an immediate wave of heat up her thigh and between her legs, far stronger than the temperature of the bath. Nejire's thumbs pressed carefully into the knots along her shoulder blades, and Kendo forced herself not to gasp. She needed a distraction, a serious one, to avoid drowning in the unfamiliar flutter building in her chest. So she asked the first question that could anchor her mind.
"Senpai," Kendo murmured, "how did you meet Takeru? And… what is your relationship with him?"
Nejire did not stop the massage as she answered. Her movements were slow and thoughtful, kneading with deliberate pressure that made Kendo's breath stutter again. "That is an important question, Itsuka-chan," she said gently. "And I am glad you asked."
Kendo tried to focus on the words instead of the warm hands gliding across her upper back. She needed clarity, not distraction, even though her traitorous body responded to every subtle motion Nejire made as she bit her lip to prevent a moan from escaping.
Nejire's voice softened, carrying a depth Kendo had rarely heard from her. "When I was younger, I pretended to be bubbly so people would accept me. I was enthusiastic and curious about everything, but other students found it annoying. Teachers said I should act proper and not ask so many questions. I started to believe I needed to shrink myself. I acted cheerful, but I felt very alone, and soon I shut myself off as I felt rejected by the world."
Kendo's fingers tightened around the stone edge. She had never imagined Nejire carried such weight behind her bright smile.
Nejire continued, her fingers pressing into a tight spot beneath Kendo's neck. "Then I met Takeru. He never thought my curiosity was strange. He never told me to calm down or stay quiet. He listened. He encouraged me. He said I should not shrink myself for the comfort of others." A soft laugh escaped her. "He loved me not despite my energy, but because of it."
Kendo felt something warm settle in her chest, shaped by admiration for a girl who seemed endlessly radiant but had once felt rejected by the world. "Takeru helped me train for U.A.," Nejire added. "He pushed me to study when I doubted myself. He taught me how to refine Wave Motion so it became precise instead of chaotic. I would not be one of U.A.'s strongest students without him. He believed in me long before I believed in myself."
Kendo swallowed, overwhelmed by the sincerity in Nejire's voice. "And what about him?" she asked softly.
Nejire paused the massage just long enough to shift closer. Her hands moved from Kendo's shoulders to her biceps, the tips of her fingers gently brushing Kendo's breasts. "Takeru says very little about his life, but he does not need to speak for me to understand some things. He never talks about family. He has no childhood stories. He did not attend a normal school. His foster guardian, Ren-san, is more of a butler than an actual parent. Their vehicle registration leads back to the HSPC. I even had it checked." Her fingers resumed their slow, steady path along Kendo's shoulders. "And his only friend seems to be Hawks."
Kendo felt a sharp pang of empathy. Takeru, always so confident, always so steady, suddenly seemed far more isolated than she ever realized.
Nejire's tone softened further. "I think Takeru was raised with duty instead of affection, probably raised by the government to be a weapon. He knows how to protect others, but not how to lean on anyone. That is why I want to stay by his side. He gave me confidence, so I want to give him a place where he feels safe." Her hands were now kneading Kendo's thighs, making her squirm. "I think he deserves that."
Kendo's chest tightened painfully. She thought of Takeru's quiet smiles, of the way he corrected her form with careful patience, of the warmth she felt each time he praised her improvements. Everything Nejire described resonated deeply. Kendo realized she wanted the same thing. She wanted to be someone Takeru could rely on, someone who helped carry the burdens he never spoke about. Her emotions swirled together in a confusing mix—admiration for Nejire, affection for Takeru, guilt for the secrecy of her own entanglement with him, and a growing warmth toward the girl now massaging her inner thigh, so close to her secret place that only Takeru had touched.
"Senpai," Kendo said quietly, "you speak about him with so much love."
Nejire leaned closer, her breath brushing the back of Kendo's ear. "Of course I do. He changed my life."
Kendo exhaled, trying to mask a moan but failed. "You think… you think he could love more than one person?"
"I know he can," Nejire said. "And I know he cares about you." Her hands slid up her thigh and touched her pussy, making Kendo moan. She heard Nejire giggle. "I saw it the moment we trained together. He looked at you the same way he looks at me—like someone he wanted to help grow."
Kendo felt her throat tighten. "But you must hate me. I kissed him without knowing anything about you two."
Nejire chuckled softly, moving around to face her. "I could never hate you, Itsuka-chan. You are beautiful and have such a pure heart. And honestly, I was watching you all week."
Kendo's eyes widened. "Watching me?"
Nejire nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind Kendo's ear, her warm breath making Kendo shudder. "Watching the way you try to improve. The way you look for Takeru's approval. The way you push yourself. The way you blush when you are flustered." Her fingers slowly glided up Kendo's pussy, making her shiver. "You are beautiful, Itsuka-chan. And you are much more than you think."
Kendo's breath caught as her back arched under Nejire's ministrations. She turned her lips inches away from Nejire, who smiled angelically, as opposed to the devilish work her fingers were up to under the water. The steam, the dim light, the gentle praise—it all made her dizzy.
"Senpai," she whispered, "you are making this hard to think about."
Nejire smiled warmly. "Maybe you do not need to think. Maybe you just need to feel."
Kendo trembled as an orgasm ripped through her. She moaned and shuddered, falling limply into Nejire's arms. Her heart pounded painfully fast. She had never thought a girl could do this to her, to make her feel this way. Nejire simply smiled and kissed her cheek as Kendo gasped for air, unable to breathe or think. She lifted a hand, touching Nejire's cheek with hesitant fingers.
"Nejire-senpai… I think I… I feel something for you."
Nejire's eyes softened with pure affection. "I hoped you would say that."
Nejire's fingers plunged into Kendo, making her moan into Nejire's mouth. "Shh, shh. Relax. Your senpai will take care of you."
Kendo simply mewled and closed the small distance between them and kissed her. Nejire's lips were far softer than Takeru's; her kiss was less fierce but she was just as dominant. Nejire found Kendo's tongue and sucked it to the root as her fingers deftly plundered Kendo's honeypot, making Kendo shudder with another orgasm, her moans completely swallowed by Nejire's mouth.
"Senpai… I want to stand beside you," Kendo whispered. "And beside him. I want to be strong for the both of you."
Nejire rested her forehead gently against Kendo's. "Then stand with us. Because I want you with me too. And I want Takeru to have both of us."
The sliding door opened quietly. Takeru entered through the steam, his expression steady but warm when he saw the two girls holding each other. He entered the water, his penis already stiff with arousal. Kendo moved eagerly towards Takeru, but Nejire grabbed Kendo by her ponytail.
"Patience, Kendo-chan."
As Nejire rose from the water and sat on the edge of the pool with her legs spread, Kendo saw the water beading on Nejire's inner thighs, her neatly manicured blue bush crowning a glistening pink pussy. Kendo felt Takeru's towering form behind her. Nejire's soft smile was gone, replaced with a predatory grin. Kendo felt Takeru's massive, calloused hand on her shoulder, making her shudder. Kendo felt like a rabbit trapped between two hungry foxes, but she felt eager to be devoured.