Takeru POV
Takeru walked down the corridor toward Class 1-A. His school uniform had gotten tighter around the shoulders and biceps. It seemed that the near-death experience had strengthened him considerably. This was a good thing, as Takeru for years had feared his strength had plateaued.
The entrance to Class 1-A was extremely crowded. Curious, Takeru walked faster to see a lot of students from General Studies, Support Classes, and even Class 1-B. Word had spread quickly about the USJ incident, and even faster about who had fought there, and now curiosity about competing against them during the Sports Festival.
The moment Takeru came into view, the low murmur of voices thinned. A few students from the General Course stopped outright, their eyes tracking him with a mix of awe and caution. The crowd parted as he walked, being almost seven feet tall and three hundred fifty pounds of muscle had its benefits. Takeru did not look at them, but he felt the weight of their attention all the same. He had grown used to that kind of reaction, though it still felt strange when it came from people his own age.
Bakugo was at the center of the crowd. Who else, Takeru thought, chuckling to himself.
"GET OUT OF HERE, EXTRAS! YOU NERDS DON'T DESERVE TO BE HERE!" Bakugo said, diplomatic as ever.
The crowd chattered loudly in outrage, hurling insults. Takeru sighed and put his hands up and clapped. The crack was enough to get everyone's attention. Bakugo looked at him, his eyes widened in recognition, then wandered to Takeru's hand, startled to see it whole. Takeru nodded at Bakugo. The boy had saved his ass, after all. Bakugo scoffed and stomped off.
Takeru gave his best presidential smile to the crowd.
"Hello, students. I am Takeru Kurogane, the class president of 1-A. I am sure you are all excited to compete against each other, but the festival is two days from now. So let us return to our respective classes for scheduled activity."
A boy with blue hair and tired eyes looked at him. Takeru recognized him immediately. He was among the five students Takeru had marked as potentially dangerous, a list containing Momo and Kinoko, the mushroom spore girl, among others. The brainwashing quirk guy looked at Takeru unimpressed.
"The Sports Festival is where we get to prove that some of us belong in the Hero Course and some of you don't. We are just here to scout the competition."
Takeru looked at him, giving him a wide grin.
"Scout all you want, then," Takeru said to the crowd, "and good luck, because you are all going to need it."
As he turned to leave, he caught sight of Kendo, pretty as ever in her school uniform.
She had a hand on her hip and another pointing reluctant 1-B students into their classroom. She met his gaze, her expression brightening just a little. He gave her a discreet wink, but Kendo pouted and rolled her eyes before walking into her classroom and closing the door with a slam.
Takeru winced.
She is mad, he thought. Ever since his discharge, he had either been at the HPSC gym rehabilitating or with Izuku training him with All might. While Neijire, who lived nearby, floated into his apartment whenever she was back in town. Itsuka could not do that. Aside from answering her texts briefly, he had been too consumed in his own problems.
I will make it up to her, Takeru resolved as he walked into the classroom, his classmates already gawking at him like he had risen from the dead. As soon as Takeru stepped into the classroom, chairs scraped back and voices rose all at once as his classmates surrounded him before he could even reach his desk.
"Your arm is fine, and your eye!!" Ochaco asked, leaning forward with relief clear in her voice.
"Wow! Man, your quirk is crazy good. We were so worried!" Sero added, peering at Takeru's arm as if expecting to find proof of injury.
"You're alive!" Mineta hugged his leg.
"You look completely fine," Mina said, eyes wide, then grabbed his arm from Sero and hugged it to her chest. Her breasts feel amazing, Takeru thought.
"Oh my God! Takeru-kun, don't ever make us worry like that." Genuine emotion shone in her cute amber eyes.
He put a hand on her shoulder and said, "I am sorry."
Toru was standing behind her. Takeru could feel her turn away when his eyes landed on her.
"I was… worried too, Takeru-kun… happy you a-are healthy," she stuttered cutely.
Takeru smiled his charming smile, but internally smirked.
"How about I make it up to all you guys? After the Sports Festival, let's all celebrate by going to the arcade and then to karaoke. My treat."
The class cheered.
Kirishima laughed, clapping him on the shoulder with careful restraint.
"Man, seeing you walk in like this is such a relief. We thought we'd have to compete in the Sports Festival without our manliest president. I still can't believe you beat the monster with one hand…."
Kirishima went on, enthusiastically retelling the fight to an eager audience with his arm on Takeru's shoulder.
"Enough about me, Kirishima," Takeru said, his giant palm upraised. "Let's talk about Iida. I heard it was you who brought reinforcements."
"I merely fulfilled my duty for the sake of the class."
"Sero, Shoji, and Uraraka, I also heard that you countered the warp villain, enabling Iida's escape."
Uraraka blushed, and Shoji merely nodded.
"Kirishima, Bakugo, and Todoroki," Takeru said. "I thank you for helping me. That warp villain would have cut off my head if it wasn't for you guys."
Todoroki looked at him, his eyes cold as ever, gave a slight nod, and went back to staring at the board. Bakugo looked at him from his seat, his arms crossed. When their eyes met, Takeru gave him a small, acknowledging nod. Bakugo scoffed and looked away. Tsundere.
Momo caught his eye and smiled and nodded. Takeru returned the gesture.
"Now let's all work together and show what Class 1-A can do during the Sports Festival!"
The class cheered.
"All right! Everyone back to your seats."
The class turned to see Aizawa partially out of his sleeping bag. Takeru's eyes met Aizawa's, who gave him an appreciative nod. Takeru sat at his desk and sighed. It feels good to be back.
Mina turned around.
"The Sports Festival is in two days. I cannot wait," she said, vibrating.
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Takeru was finishing the class work he had fallen behind on. Although students spent most of their time preparing for the sports festival, they still had some classes. The whole classroom was empty except for him, as they had all gone to train. Takeru put his pen down as he finished his last piece of homework and decided to go check out the gym, not to train but to observe his fellow classmates.
He walked into Gym Gamma to see Kendo training her fellow Class 1-B students. Takeru watched from the sidelines, obviously ogling his girlfriend. She saw him coming and almost smiled before remembering she was angry at him and went back to ignoring him. Surprisingly, Toru was there with sparring gloves on, hitting pads held by the lizard girl, Setsuna. Toru saw him and waved enthusiastically. Takeru smiled and nodded.
Takeru saw Kendo confidently teaching her peers and correcting them gently. It was amazing what a natural leader she was. Takeru saw that most of his classmates were not here, no doubt training in different areas as their quirks required different training methods.
The gym had finally quieted, the echoes of training fading as Class 1-B filtered out. Takeru remained near the wall, arms folded, watching until the last mat was rolled away. When it was over, Takeru crossed the floor. "Kendo-san," he said calmly. "We have some Class President business to discuss."
Kendo was stunned by the formal way he spoke to her but realized her classmates were around her. She nodded as she gathered her towel, took a long sip of water, and then walked past him into the hallway. He followed without comment, a smile on his lips as he felt Toru's eyes on his back.
They went to an empty classroom out of sight from her classmates. She stopped and turned to him, arms crossed, chin lifted.
"I see that you still remember me " she said.
"I am sorry Kendo-chan. I was ..." he replied. "I am sorry, i am not going to make excuses, i will make it up to you ."
She scoffed, but the edge didn't last. He stepped closer looping his massive fingers under the pants pulling her to him and kissing her on the lips, she tasted like the raspberry preworkout that she loved. She melted into it after a heartbeat, fingers catching in the front of his jacket. When they parted, she rested her forehead against his chest, eyes closed. "I was worried about you...you are not the same since the attack.." she admitted quietly.
"I know," he said, brushing his thumb along her cheek. "I'm here now. Lets me make it up to you, lets go flying, we will go to the onsen first, dinner and then a movie. and then i will spend the whole night apologizing to you" She giggled and looked up at him then, searching his face, and kissed him again—longer this time." its is a start i guess" with a smirk she said. "
R18
"In fact, I think I want to start apologizing now." His voice was a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. Before Kendo could protest, Takeru's hands were on her, deftly untying the knot of her sports uniform top. "Takeru, we're in school," she whispered, a blush creeping up her neck.
"Then we'll have to be quiet," he murmured, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck. He nibbled his way to her ear, and she let out a surprised squeal. "I'm sweaty!" she protested weakly.
"You taste amazing," he countered, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear "pervert" she whispered. His free hand slipped past the waistband of her gym shorts and panties, making her gasp and squirm against him. With a possessive strength, he lifted her effortlessly onto the nearby teacher's desk, spreading her legs. He knelt, his hot breath against her most sensitive flesh before his tongue delved inside. Kendo cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair as he expertly licked and fingered her, building a relentless rhythm that pushed her over the edge again and again. Her moans filled the empty classroom, a mix of pleasure and fear.
A flicker of movement caught Takeru's eye—Toru, spying from the doorway. He didn't stop thought continuing his ministrations until he shuddering gasp from Kendo convulsed on the table in ecstasy as a strangled moan escaped her lips . He rose, kissing her sweat-slicked forehead. "Pick you up at 6 PM." He walked out, leaving her half-naked and panting on the desk.
R18 over
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Takeru was massaging Kendo's slender but toned shoulder with precision. Kendo looked like she would dissolve into the hotspring. Takeru chuckled to himself, pulling her closer to him and nuzzling her neck. She giggled. "Takeru, stop, I'm sensitive."
"I know," he said, grinning mischievously. She turned around, the pool water rippling as she put her arms around his massive shoulders, sitting on his lap. "So what is bothering you?" her teal eyes were full of worry and concern.
Takeru smiled a sad smile. He pictured her old and withered, while he would be the same forever. "I... there are things that are happening, Kendo. I have many secrets... secrets that are not mine to share. I want you to know that I love you. You and Nejire are the best things ever to happen to me. I have always known I would live longer than most people. Now, realizing the truth of that fact being close death and surviving... it bothers me knowing that you will grow old and die while I will live, theoretically, forever."
Kendo's eyes widened and then she smiled. "Silly... we are going to be heroes, we could die anytime. I'm not a fool." She touched her forehead to his and wrapped her legs around him. "Let's live for today. We will cross that bridge when it comes to it."
They sat that way in each other's arms for a while. "Take tomorrow off. Nejire is coming back I booked both of you a spa day, beauty treatments and all. Nejire has a beauty contest during the sports festival."
"Yeah right... she told me," Kendo giggled. "I can't believe someone beat her."
Takeru's eyes darkened. "Yeah, some cow. She was not anywhere close to being as pretty."
"You seem more offended than her," Kendo said, smiling.
"Of course I am. A hero who fights against all forms of injustice," Takeru said, making Kendo laugh. "I want my ladies looking extra gorgeous. The whole of Japan is going to be watching."
Kendo shuddered nervously. Takeru held her tighter. "You will be fine."
They had dinner at a fancy sushi bar before going to a movie, but seeing that Kendo had fallen asleep, Takeru gently picked her up, went to the parking lot, and flew into the night sky. He entered his apartment through the balcony, removed Kendo's shoes and pants, and tucked her into bed before going to his computer to read the dossier Shun-san had sent him regarding the quirks of his competitors. It was showtime soon.