Takumi watched from the edge of the UA training gym, the vast space echoing with the grunts and shouts of students from other classes pushing their quirks to the limit. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and exertion, quirk energies crackling like distant thunder, flashes of fire from Class 1-B's welder kid, gusts of wind from another manipulating air currents.
But in the far corner, Ochaco Uraraka stood alone, her pink training suit dotted with perspiration, hands outstretched as she tried to levitate a cluster of heavy dummies. Her quirk activated in fits and starts, the objects wobbling mid-air before crashing down with a thud that seemed to echo her frustration.
She was the only one from Class 1-A left; the others had filtered out for lunch or cooldowns, leaving her isolated in her struggle.He approached quietly, his footsteps soft on the mat, not wanting to startle her.
"Uraraka? You okay?"
She startled anyway, her cheeks flushing that signature pink as she lowered her hands, the dummies settling with finality. Her round face crumpled slightly, and she sank to the ground, knees drawn up, staring at her palms as if they held the answers to her failures. Takumi hesitated only a moment before sitting beside her, cross-legged, the gym's fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow on them both. The silence stretched, emotional and heavy, until she finally spoke, her voice small and trembling.
"I... I guess not. It's just... everything." She looked down, fiddling with the hem of her suit. "All Might retiring... it hit hard, you know? He was like this unbreakable symbol, and now he's gone. But it's more than that. Scarier stuff."
Takumi nodded, letting her words flow without interruption, sensing the dam breaking. "Like what?"
She glanced at him, her big brown eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Our run-ins with the League, they keep coming back, stronger each time. And now other villain groups are teaming up? It's like the whole world's unraveling. Even UA alumni are being targeted, did you hear about that pro hero from last year's class getting ambushed? It makes me paranoid. Holidays are coming up, and I want to go home to my parents so bad, but... anytime I step out, people recognize me. Crowds form, and I don't know who's a fan and who's an enemy in disguise. It's terrifying, Hayase. I just want to feel normal again."
He let out a sarcastic chuckle, leaning back on his hands. "Being unseen has its benefits. No one crowds the shadows. "
Ochaco laughed, a genuine, light sound that broke through her gloom like sunlight piercing clouds.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Lucky you." Her smile faded, though, replaced by a wistful sigh. "Everything's moving so fast. Classes, training, the world... I kind of just want a break. To breathe without looking over my shoulder."
Takumi understood, more than she knew. The weight of expectations, the constant vigilance; it mirrored his own internal battles, the shadows he wielded both literally and figuratively. He sympathized deeply, a rare empathy stirring in his chest for this bubbly girl who'd always seemed so resilient.
"I get it. The pressure builds until it feels like it'll crush you." He paused, glancing at her sidelong. "You busy for the rest of the day?"
Her face went red, cheeks matching her suit as she stammered, "N-no? Why?"
"Want to spend it with me? I've got some things I want to check out, might be a good distraction."
Ochaco's eyes widened, her hands fidgeting in her lap. "Like... a date?"
He shrugged, keeping his tone casual, though a spark of romance flickered in the air between them. "We don't have to call it that if you don't want to. Just two classmates getting away for a bit."
She bit her lip, then nodded, a shy smile blooming. "Okay. I'll meet you at the front gate?"
He stood, offering a hand to help her up, his touch warm, steady, lingering a second longer than necessary, sending a subtle electric current through them both.
"Front gate it is."
The front gate buzzed with the usual security protocols, heightened now, with sign-outs requiring teacher approval and quirk registries due to the escalating threats. It took a little time, forms filled out under the watchful eyes of guards, but finally, they stepped out into the crisp afternoon air.
Ochaco had changed into jeans that hugged her legs comfortably and a long-sleeve shirt in soft pink, her hair in its usual bob with those signature space buns, a backpack slung over one shoulder.
Takumi wore shorts and a plain black t-shirt, casual and unassuming, his dark hair tousled by the breeze.
They walked side by side to the train station, the city bustling around them, heroes patrolling rooftops, civilians chattering about the latest news. On the train, squeezed into seats amid the crowd, Ochaco leaned in slightly, her shoulder brushing his.
"Where are we going, anyway?"
He smiled mysteriously. "Surprise."
The ride took them out of the urban sprawl, the buildings giving way to greener landscapes, trees thickening as they approached a more forested area. When they got off, the air was fresher, laced with pine and earth.
Takumi led her down a winding path, the sounds of birdsong and rustling leaves replacing the city's hum.
Ahead loomed the entrance to a national resort center, themed around nature and quirk-evolved wildlife, a sprawling park blending education, relaxation, and adventure.
Ochaco's eyes lit up in surprise as he pulled out scanned tickets from his phone.
"This place? I've heard about it, it's supposed to be amazing!"
Inside, the paths meandered through lush greenery, signs pointing to various attractions. Takumi guided her first to the aquarium, a massive, domed structure with glass tunnels weaving through underwater worlds.
An instructor, a cheerful woman with a fish-scale quirk on her arms, greeted them and began the tour.
"Welcome! Let's start with our star exhibit, the Quirk-Evolved Octopus. This species emerged about 40 years ago. Scientists believe a marine quirk user's DNA mixed with cephalopod populations, leading to these beauties. They can change color not just for camouflage, but to mimic quirk effects, like temporary buoyancy or ink that neutralizes acids. We're still learning so much; their intelligence rivals humans too!"
Ochaco marveled, pressing her hands to the glass as the octopus pulsed in iridescent hues, tentacles undulating gracefully.
"It's incredible... like a living quirk!"
She snapped pictures on her phone, her face alight with wonder, the earlier gloom fading like morning mist.
They moved on, walking through a tunnel over water teeming with sharks, sleek predators gliding beneath their feet, shadows darting in the blue depths. The instructor explained,
"We built an open path to the sea here, thinking they'd migrate out. But most stay, drawn to the safety, the food. It's a reminder that even wild things seek stability in chaos."
Ochaco nodded thoughtfully, her arm brushing Takumi's as they walked. "Kind of like us, huh?"
More exhibits followed: typical sea life mingling with quirk-impacted species, glowing jellyfish that absorbed electricity, turtles with shell quirks for extra defense, and even those teetering on extinction in this quirk-dominated era, like purebred corals unaffected by mutations.
Left to their own, Takumi led her to a cozy restaurant overlooking a serene pond. Ochaco eyed the menu warily. "This looks expensive..."
"I'm paying," he said firmly, waving off her protest. "Get whatever you want."
She hesitated, but ordered a hearty meal, perhaps a nod to her humble roots, something filling and comforting.
As they ate, Takumi's mind drifted to an overheard conversation weeks ago: Ochaco confiding in friends about becoming a hero for money, to support her parents. He wasn't judgmental; in fact, he respected it, the raw honesty, the drive born from necessity rather than glory. It humanized her, made this day feel more meaningful.
After, they wandered the park: pausing at an ice rink to watch a small competition, skaters gliding in graceful arcs, quirks adding flair like frozen trails or levitating jumps. Ochaco leaned on the railing, laughing at a particularly flashy fall, the sound light and free.
Finally, as the sun dipped lower, Takumi guided her to a secluded forested area, paths lined with glowing lanterns. He pulled two oddly shaped sticks from his bag, twisted like tree branches, etched with subtle designs. Handing one to her, they sat on a bench overlooking a valley, the air cooling with evening's approach.They talked softly, about dreams, fears, the weight of hero life.
"Thank you," Ochaco said suddenly, her voice emotional, laced with gratitude. "I didn't think much of you, no offense."
"None taken," he replied with a soft smile.
"You're just so quiet... I didn't think you'd be like this. Thoughtful."
"I like my space," he admitted. "But sometimes, sharing it isn't bad."
He asked if she felt better; she smiled, eyes shining. "Way better."
The sun sank fully, painting the sky in oranges and pinks. "Lift it up," he instructed, "and wait."
She did, curiosity piqued.
Minutes passed in companionable silence, then, magic.
Firefly-like bugs emerged from the trees, drawn to the sticks' subtle pheromones or quirk-laced resin, lighting them up in a dazzling display.
Bioluminescent swarms clustered, turning the branches into living lanterns, greens, blues, golds twinkling like captured stars. Ochaco gasped, marveling at the beauty, the gentle hum of wings a soothing symphony.
Tears welled in her eyes, release from pent-up stress, the day's emotions cresting.
"It's... beautiful," she whispered, voice cracking.
Takumi wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close in a comforting embrace, the warmth of his body steady against hers. The fireflies danced, the moment romantic and profound, a bubble of peace in their chaotic world. Ochaco leaned in, pressing a light kiss to his cheek, soft, tentative, charged with unspoken affection.
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Takumi crept through the dimly lit halls of UA High, the key Midnight had "borrowed" him jingling softly in his pocket, a master key to any classroom, handed over with a wink and a reminder of discretion. The school was quiet in the late afternoon, most students scattered to dorms or training fields, the echoes of distant quirks fading into silence.
He slipped into one of the empty classrooms, the door clicking shut behind him, the familiar scent of chalk and polished wood greeting him like an old friend. He'd come intending to study, books spread out on a desk under the window where golden sunlight filtered through the blinds, but truth be told, he was expecting a visitor.
The air held a charged anticipation, his mind replaying the gentle kiss on his cheek from their "not-date," the way Ochaco's eyes had shimmered with unspoken emotion.
The door creaked open minutes later, and there she was, Ochaco Uraraka, slipping in with a hesitant step, her school uniform neat but her expression different: a mix of determination and vulnerability, cheeks already tinged pink. She closed the door behind her, locking it with a soft click, and walked up to him, head down, fiddling with the hem of her skirt.
"Hayase... I've been feeling strange the last few days. Since... our date."
Takumi leaned back against the desk, a teasing smile curling his lips. "Oh? You're actually calling it a date now?"
She went red, her round cheeks flushing deeper, but she nodded, lifting her gaze with a shy smile that lit up her face like sunrise.
"Yeah... that moment was so special. I felt like I had to name it. It was... magical."
He nodded, warmth blooming in his chest despite his usual control. Grabbing a nearby chair, he pulled it beside his own and gestured.
"Sit. Explain what you're feeling."
Ochaco sank into the seat, breathing out slowly, her hands clasped in her lap as if gathering courage.
"Anytime I think of you, or that day, my heart races. I get this light-headed feeling, like butterflies in my stomach. I want to be near you, hold you again... talk to you about everything and nothing." She went even redder, noticing his steady stare, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"It's... overwhelming."
Takumi's heart skipped a beat, he'd always wanted this outcome, had planned subtle nudges with Blackout if needed, expecting her canon infatuation with Midoriya to complicate things. But here she was, crawling to him of her own volition, no quirk required.
"Is your heart racing now?" he asked softly, his voice a gentle probe.
She gulped, then reached out, grabbing his hand and pulling it to her chest, just above the soft swell of her breasts, where her heartbeat thrummed like a wild drum against his palm. Takumi was a little surprised, feeling the rapid flutter, the warmth of her skin through her blouse.
He avoided the tempting curves below, focusing on her eyes.
"Explain what you want from me now," he murmured, his thumb brushing her collarbone lightly.
Ochaco looked at him, lost for words, her breath catching.
Takumi took charge, leaning in slowly, giving her time to pull away, but she didn't. His lips met hers in a soft, exploratory kiss, invasive yet tender, tasting the faint sweetness of her chapstick. He pulled back, searching her face, but Ochaco's hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him back in.
She kissed him lovingly, her lips parting to deepen it, a spark igniting between them like energy.
They broke apart, both breathing heavily.
"You alright? Want to keep going?" he asked, his voice husky, concern genuine, he saw her as a delicate flower, something to nurture slowly, to savor without bruising, yet he yearned to have his fill, to leave her utterly addicted to him, craving his touch like air.
She nodded, eyes shining, and climbed onto his lap, straddling him as she initiated the next kiss, deeper, more urgent. Takumi took it slow, his hands on her waist, feeling the curve of her hips through her uniform.
He wanted to build this carefully, layer by layer, turning her budding affection into an unbreakable bond. She shifted, feeling his growing erection press against her through their clothes, and her heart raced faster, Takumi felt it too, the heat building between them like a slow-burning fire.
He grabbed her left hand gently, guiding it down his chest, feeling the planes of his muscles, before resting it on the bulge in his trousers. She twitched but didn't shy away, her fingers tracing tentatively, curiosity winning over nerves. Their kiss intensified, his tongue slipping past her lips to tangle with hers, she tasted like fresh apple, crisp and sweet, perhaps from a snack earlier.
Ochaco pushed back with her own, wild and exploratory, moaning softly into his mouth as the sensation overwhelmed her.
They pulled away, breathless, and Takumi's gaze dropped to her blouse. Slowly, reverently, he undid the buttons and tie, revealing her simple white bra, practical, like her. He unclasped it with ease, her breasts spilling free: soft, perky mounds with rosy nipples hardening in the cool air. He kissed them gently, rubbing circles with his thumbs before taking one in his mouth, sucking with tender pressure, listening to her restless moans, high and breathy, like music to his ears.
"Hayase..." she called out lovingly, her hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer.
His free hand caressed her thighs, sliding up under her skirt, rubbing her panties along her entrance, feeling the damp heat there, her arousal soaking through. Ochaco held his arm, not stopping him but guiding, her breath hitching as he pushed the fabric aside and slipped two fingers in slowly. She moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the silenced room, he'd activated Blackout's veil earlier, ensuring privacy.
Her walls clenched around his fingers, warm and slick, drawing him in.
Takumi pulled his fingers out, lifting her onto the table with ease, her legs dangling, skirt hiked up.
"I'm not... clean down there," she protested weakly, embarrassed.
"You're fine," he assured, ducking down to eat her out, his tongue delving between her folds, licking away at her wet walls with slow, savoring strokes. She tasted sweet, like honeyed fruit, her arousal coating his tongue as he swirled around her clit, dipping inside to probe deeper.
Ochaco twitched and arched, her hands gripping the table's edge, moans building to cries as pleasure crested.
She released for the first time, a gush of warmth against his mouth, her body shuddering in release.
Takumi stood, wiping his chin, feeling great, he hadn't even taken his cock out yet, but the intimacy, her trust, fueled him. He helped her down to the floor, where they both knelt, slowly unbuckling his trousers. His cock sprang free, thick, veined, ten inches of hardness, and Ochaco looked stumped, her eyes wide.
"It's... so big," she whispered, both hands wrapping around it, stroking tentatively.
"Take it slow," he encouraged, his voice gentle.
She leaned in, trying to suck it, lips stretching, gagging as she took a few inches, coughing and backing away. For an instant, he felt teeth graze him lightly, but she adjusted, getting the hang of it: bobbing no further than five inches, her suction strong, movements eager.
The posture, her on her knees, uniform dishevelled, heightened everything, the wet sounds filling the room. She took off her skirt, revealing her curved bottom, soft and inviting, as she fingered herself, moans vibrating around his shaft.
Takumi lay back on the floor, pulling her atop him. "Ride me," he said softly.
She straddled him, his cock lined against her crack, before ducking down for a passionate kiss, tongues dancing, breaths shared. Grabbing his shaft, she slid down slowly, a loud yelp of pleasure escaping as he filled her.
She took it fine, though not fully, and Takumi went slow, wrapping his arms around her, sucking at her hanging tits, nipples hard against his tongue. Ochaco held his chest, bouncing tentatively, her moans building as she found rhythm.
He spun her around, her back now on his chest, cock still buried inside. Thrusting up slowly, he savored the slide, her curves laying atop him like a perfect fit, soft ass against his hips, breasts heaving with each motion.
She climaxed again, tongue lolling out in bliss, her walls spasming around him.
Lying on his chest, she kissed him.
"Keep going," she whispered.
Takumi gently spun Ochaco around, guiding her until her back pressed flush against his chest, her soft curves molding perfectly atop him as she lay on his body. His cock remained buried inside her, the new position intimate and enveloping, her ass nestled against his hips, her thighs draped over his, the weight of her body a delicious pressure that heightened every sensation.
He began to slide in and out slowly, his hands roaming her sides, tracing the dip of her waist and the swell of her hips, loving the feel of her curves laying atop him, warm, yielding, every subtle shift sending ripples of pleasure through him.
The slick heat of her pussy gripped him rhythmically, her moans soft and breathy against his neck as he thrust upward in languid strokes, savoring the closeness, the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath against his arms wrapped around her.
The build-up crept on him unexpectedly, the intimacy overwhelming, her scent, her warmth, the emotional rawness of the moment. He felt the edge approaching too fast, rushing to push another inch deeper, but composure slipped.
With a loud, shuddering sigh, he came inside her, hot spurts filling her depths without warning, his hips bucking involuntarily as pleasure crashed over him.
"Sorry," he gasped, apologizing breathlessly for losing control, his voice rough with surprise. This only happened once before, with Midnight, a year ago, he thought internally, a flicker of self-reproach amid the afterglow.
Ochaco turned her head slightly, smiling softly despite the mess. "It's okay," she whispered reassuringly, her cheeks flushed. She slid down his body, going lower to lick him clean, her tongue gentle and thorough, lapping at the combined fluids with tender care, the act intimate and devoted.
When done, she looked up at him with sparkling eyes. "Can you go again?"
Takumi chuckled, pulling her close. "Yes."
Takumi spun her once more, carrying her in his arms, thrusting as he held her, her legs wrapped around him. He dug deeper, her screams of pleasure filling the room, "Yes! Harder!"
...as he obliged, the emotional intensity peaking, their bodies syncing in romantic fervor.
To the window they went, the entrance visible outside under twilight. He pressed her face to the glass, holding her ass up, thrusting in from behind, sharp and fast, the view of the school grounds adding a thrill.
"I love this," he murmured, bending to kiss her, their reflections a tangle of passion.
"I love it too... I love you," she gasped.
"Ochaco," he replied, using her first name, "I love you too."
He thrust deeply, giving her the full ten inches, smacking off her bare cheeks, as he exploded inside her, hot spurts filling her depths. She tightened, backing up to accept it all, her own climax crashing in waves.
They collapsed, Takumi on the ground first, surprised at the raw emotion, the unplanned depth. Ochaco crawled to him, smiling, bundling in his arms. They kissed softly. "I enjoyed it... did you?"
"Very much so," he nodded, holding her close.
"Just one more time?"