The dim warehouse loomed like a forgotten relic in the industrial district, shadows pooling in every corner under the flickering sodium lights. A couple weeks before the Provisional License Exam, the work-study interns from the merged agencies were knee-deep in the Quirk Jammer Bullet case, temporary quirk-disrupting ammo that had already sidelined a few low-tier pros. Takumi Hayase moved like a ghost through the perimeter, Blackout extending from his feet in tendrils of living darkness, not just binding but probing: feeling the vibrations of heartbeats, predicting movements through the subtle shifts in air pressure and floor creaks. It was unique, this application, his quirk as a web of intuition, mapping the chaos before it unfolded.
Inside, Yui Kodai had slipped through a shrunken vent, her Size quirk minimizing the grate to dust-speck proportions. But the trap sprung: a silent alarm, thugs swarming with Jammer-loaded guns. One bullet grazed her arm mid-enlargement attempt on a barricade, her quirk sputtered out, leaving her quirkless and cornered. Yui didn't panic; her expression remained stoic, a blank canvas as she dodged a knife swing and countered with a precise elbow to a thug's throat. "Mm," she muttered under her breath, a quiet affirmation to herself, her long dark hair whipping as she pivoted. But numbers overwhelmed; a boot caught her side, sending her stumbling.
Takumi felt it all through Blackout, the spike in Yui's pulse, the aggressors' erratic rhythms signaling bloodlust. He merged into the shadows. A shadow tendril snaked up a thug's leg, not binding but overloading his senses, injecting phantom whispers and vibrations that mimicked an earthquake underfoot, disorienting him into firing wildly at illusions of his own allies.
Another shadow curled around a gun barrel, swallowing the light from the muzzle flash, turning a shot into a harmless puff of darkness that dispersed like smoke. Takumi emerged from the wall like a specter, his form blurring as he stepped on a thug's shadow, subtly influencing the man's will, making him freeze in confusion long enough for Takumi to deliver a precise strike to the solar plexus.
Yui locked eyes with him mid-fight, her usual impassivity cracking with a flicker of relief. "Mm... thanks," she said softly, her voice barely audible over the grunts of falling foes.
The door burst open, Camie Utsushimi, horns glinting under the lights, her Glamour quirk already exhaling smoky illusions of charging police sirens to scatter the remnants. "Yui-chan! Hold on, totes got your back!" She spotted Takumi, her yellow eyes widening in playful surprise. "Whoa, shadow boy! You just popped out like a total hero crush moment. Thanks for saving my bestie, you're, like, super intense and cute doing it!" She winked, leaning in a bit too close, her flirtatious energy radiating like heat from a quirk flare, one hand playfully tapping his shoulder.
Takumi stiffened slightly, awkward under her gaze, Blackout recoiling subtly as if mirroring his discomfort. "Uh, no problem. Just... doing the job." He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding her eyes, his usual composure frayed by her directness.
Yui dusted off her uniform, nodding at Camie. "Mm... safe now."
Back at the agency, the debrief was quick, reports filed, Jammer samples analyzed. Camie, ever the social glue, suggested a "de-stress squad hang" at a nearby izakaya, nothing fancy, just skewers and sodas to unwind before the exam crunch.
"C'mon, Takumi-kun! You earned it, saving Yui-chan like a knight in shadowy armor. Totes owe you a drink... " Her tone dripped flirtation, a hip bump as they walked, her laughter bubbly and insistent.
"I'm good with just food. Really."
Yui walked between them, her presence a calming buffer. "Mm... skewers sound good."
The izakaya was cozy, lanterns swaying overhead as they claimed a corner booth. Camie dominated the conversation, recounting the rescue with dramatic flair: "And then Takumi just whooshes in like, bam! Shadows everywhere! Yui, you were all cool and collected, but I was freaking out outside!" She leaned across the table, her eyes locking on Takumi's with a teasing glint. "You're full of surprises, huh? Bet you've got more tricks up those sleeves... wanna show me sometime?"
Takumi felt his cheeks warm, fumbling with his chopsticks. "It's just the quirk. Nothing special." Blackout stirred under the table, uniquely extending to "feel" the room's vibes, predicting a server's approach to order more yakitori, subtly influencing a shadow to dim a light for cozier ambiance, easing his awkwardness.
Yui, consistent in her quietude, offered a skewer to Camie with a soft "Mm," then turned to Takumi. "Mm... appreciate it. Again." Her words were sparse, but the sincerity hit like a steady anchor, her blank expression softening just a touch.
As the night wore on, Camie pulling them into a silly quirk game (illusionary "what if" scenarios, Yui enlarging coasters for mini-frisbee), the intensity of the day melted into unique camaraderie.
Camie flirted relentlessly, her hand brushing Takumi's arm "accidentally," while he navigated with awkward deflections, Blackout weaving shadows to create private moments amid the laughter. Yui remained the consistent core, her "Mm" approvals binding the trio.
By closing time, as they stumbled out under the streetlights, Camie linking arms with both, declaring "Best team evs!"
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Takumi's house stood quiet and empty, the kind of silence that only came when his mom was out of the country on one of her extended business trips.
The living room lights were dimmed low, casting a warm, amber glow over the modern furniture, the sleek leather couch, the glass coffee table cluttered with empty glasses and a half-finished bottle of something fruity and deceptively strong that Camie had somehow procured.
They were all a little buzzed now, not drunk, just that pleasant haze where inhibitions softened at the edges, laughter came easier, and touches lingered a second too long. The air smelled of citrus from the drinks and the faint, sweet perfume Camie wore, mingling with the clean scent of the house.
Camie Utsushimi was in full flirt mode, her pink skin flushed from the alcohol, horns curving playfully as she leaned into Takumi on the couch. Yui Kodai sat on the other side, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders, expression as stoic as ever, though her cheeks held a subtle pink tint from the buzz.
The three of them had ended up here after a long day at the agency, work-study grinding them down with reports on those damn Quirk Jammer Bullets, but Camie's insistence on "team bonding" had turned into this impromptu gathering.
"I mean, come on, Taku-kun," Camie purred, her voice a teasing lilt as she traced a finger down his arm, her touch electric even through his shirt. "You're always so mysterious, Bet you've got some wild stories hidden in there." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his neck, her body pressing against his side, curves soft and inviting, her hero-in-training outfit swapped for casual shorts and a tank top that hugged her figure like a second skin.
Takumi chuckled, trying to play it cool, but her flirtation was relentless, a wave crashing over him. "Not as wild as yours, Camie. You're the one with the illusions, probably could make up anything." Her laugh was bubbly, infectious, and before he could react, she closed the gap, her lips crashing into his with ferocious hunger. It was intense from the start, no gentle buildup: her tongue slipping past his lips, tasting of the sweet drink, her hands fisting in his shirt as she pulled him closer.
Takumi's hands instinctively went to her waist, feeling the heat of her pink skin, the way her body moulded against his. The kiss deepened, wet and heated, moans escaping between them as she nipped at his lower lip, her horns brushing his forehead.
Yui watched from the side, her blank expression cracking just a fraction, eyes widening slightly, a subtle "Mm" escaping her lips, her thighs pressing together as the scene unfolded. Camie pulled back suddenly, her lips swollen and glistening, a wicked smile spreading across her face. She glanced at Yui, then crawled over to her on all fours like a playful cat, her ass swaying enticingly. "Yui-chan... come on, join in. It's fun, promise!"
Yui's face remained impassive, but her voice was soft, hesitant. "Mm... I don't know." Camie didn't wait for more, she wrapped her arms around Yui's neck, pulling her close, and kissed her passionately. It was different from the one with Takumi: softer at first, exploratory, Camie's lips coaxing Yui's open, her tongue teasing gently. Yui stiffened for a moment, then melted into it, her hands coming up to grip Camie's waist, a quiet moan vibrating between them.
Takumi watched, his cock stirring at the sight, the contrast of Camie's bold energy and Yui's reserved surrender, the way their bodies pressed together, curves meeting in a tangle of skin. Camie broke the kiss with a giggle, turning back to Takumi. "Yui-chan, join when you want to, okay? No pressure." She winked at her friend, then sauntered back to Takumi, her eyes locked on his with that dangerous glint.
Takumi stood, scooping her up in his arms effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist, her laughter ringing out as he carried her toward his room. The door to the hallway creaked slightly as he nudged it open with his foot, leaving it ajar just a crack.
Camie's weight was light but solid in his arms, her body heat seeping through their clothes, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered teasing nothings. In his room, the space was simple, a king-sized bed with dark sheets, a desk cluttered with notes, posters of pro heroes on the walls. The window let in the faint glow of streetlights, casting everything in a soft, intimate blue. Takumi dropped her onto the bed with a bounce, her body jiggling enticingly as she landed, laughing. He peeled off his top, revealing his toned chest, muscles honed from training, scars from past scraps faint but visible.
Camie bit her lip, her eyes raking over him hungrily. She reached up, feeling around his body, fingers tracing his abs, his pecs, down to the bulge straining his pants. "Mmm, you're a grower, huh?" she teased, her hand scrounging to unzip him, pulling his cock free.
It sprang out, thick and veined, slapping her in the face with a light thwack. She laughed, delighted, her eyes widening. "Whoa, it's huge! Like, totes a monster." Takumi smirked, his breath hitching as she took her top off, revealing her perky breasts, pink nipples hardening in the cool air. She squished them together around his shaft, the soft, warm flesh enveloping him like a custom glove. Letting spit flow from her mouth, thick, glistening strands dripping down, she salivated it, the wetness making everything slick as she used her breasts to stroke him up and down.
The sensation was new, incredible, soft pressure mixed with the slide of her spit, her tongue darting out to suck on the tip due to his length, swirling around the head with expert flicks. "Like it?" she asked, voice muffled, eyes locked on his.
"Keep going," he groaned, his hands in her hair, guiding the rhythm. The door creaked open wider, and Yui walked in, her expression still stoic, but her eyes betrayed curiosity, a faint flush on her cheeks. Camie giggled, pulling back from Takumi's cock with a pop.
"Yui-chan! Finally decided to join? Totes awesome!" Yui hesitated, but Camie backed up onto the large bed, patting the space beside her invitingly. "Come on, it's fun."
Yui joined, sitting tentatively, and Camie turned to her with gentle care, lightly massaging her shoulders, slowly undressing her until she was left in just her stockings, the sheer material hugging her legs like a second skin. It gave Takumi a different relief, the contrast of Yui's pale, slender form against Camie's vibrant pink, her big breasts and toned body exposed, a quiet beauty that stirred him deeply.
Camie kissed Yui softly, then whispered, "Watch first, okay?" She turned back to Takumi, diving in, sucking his cock with loud, slurping sounds, drool cascading down as she took him deep. She went down seven inches, her throat bulging, bobbing her head for minutes, the wet gurgles filling the room. Takumi's hands gripped the sheets, pleasure building.
Yui watched, then leaned in, Camie pulling her hair back gently. Takumi's mind flashed: he'd seen Yui around school, that faint attraction always there, she was somewhat like Uraraka in body shape, only slightly taller, with a quiet grace he liked.
Now, her mouth on him, soft, tentative at first, but growing bolder, while Camie sucked his balls, her tongue lapping with enthusiasm. The dual sensation was ecstasy, unrecreatable, waves of pleasure crashing through him, hot and overwhelming. He let out a low moan, head snapping back as the build-up crested.
He came in Yui's mouth, thick ropes pulsing, her eyes widening but holding. Camie pulled her into a kiss, sharing the taste, their tongues mingling in a messy, passionate exchange.
Camie climbed atop Takumi, positioning herself, sinking down on his cock with a moan, bouncing high, her tongue lolling out, a wide smile on her face as she rode him. "Feels so good... ahh!"
She turned to Yui. "Ride his face, Yui-chan."
Yui hesitated, glancing at Takumi, he nodded encouragingly. She straddled his face, her pussy hovering, then lowering, Takumi's tongue swirling around her entrance, delving deep. She couldn't help but moan, the pleasure penetrating her walls like fire, her body twitching. Camie leaned in, sticking her tongue down Yui's throat in a passionate kiss, lips locking, breaths shared as they both rode waves of ecstasy.
Yui came first, her moans muffled in the kiss, followed by Camie, her pussy clenching around Takumi, squirting lightly.
Takumi didn't cum, flipping positions, he put Yui on her belly, grabbing a pillow to place under her stomach, lifting her ass for comfort and access.
Camie laughed, sucking his cock clean before guiding it to Yui's entrance. He went in slow, feeling her walls sucking him in, tight, warm, inviting. Fully sheathed, Yui let out a loud moan, her body arching.
Takumi thrust, deep, rhythmic, while Camie positioned her pussy in Yui's face. Yui licked tentatively at first, then eagerly, her tongue exploring as Takumi's back shots smashed her cervix.
The feeling was intense for Yui, waves of pleasure building, climaxing twice more, her screams filling the room as she tightened around him. "I'm cumming,"
Takumi groaned, and Yui begged, "Inside me!" Camie climaxed from Yui's tongue, and Takumi followed, filling Yui's depths with hot spurts.
He turned to Camie, entering her missionary, thrusting deep, her moans loud until he muffled them with his mouth. Her legs went in the air, wrapped around him as he pounded, cumming inside her with a dramatic release.
Still hard, Takumi stood, Camie's head hanging upside down off the bed, her mouth open. He kissed it first, then shoved his cock in, she welcomed it, taking the full ten inches, his sack hitting her forehead as he thrust.
The angle was unique, her throat a tight tunnel, and he came, watching her swallow upside down, legs in the air. Yui returned, plopping her pussy on Camie's while embracing Takumi in a kiss, riding her friend with slow grinds.
She then backed up, bending to suck Takumi, her mouth ferocious now. Takumi got on top of Yui, side position, watching Camie's legs spasm from Yui's earlier attentions.
He thrust deep, sweat dripping, the room filled with moans. Camie came back, kissing his back as he moved. He pulled to the tip, slamming back violently, fingering Camie beside them. She came, Yui followed, tightening as Takumi exploded inside her, painting her walls white amid her ear-piercing squeal.
They sighed heavily, collapsing in a tangle. Camie fingered herself, grabbing his cock. "I'll get you hard again... I want to continue."
Takumi smiled as she slobbed on him, wet, eager sucks that hardened him quickly. They went all night, positions blurring in a marathon of moans, thrusts, and releases: Camie on top again, Yui's face between her legs; Takumi taking Yui from behind while Camie kissed her; triple entanglements where hands and mouths explored freely.
The buzz from the drinks faded into pure, primal energy, bodies slick with sweat, the room reeking of sex and lavender from a spilled candle.
By morning, they stirred, exhausted but insatiable. In the shower, steam rising, they went again: Takumi pressing Camie against the tile, thrusting deep as water cascaded; Yui on her knees, sucking him while Camie fingered her; a chain of pleasure where Takumi took Yui from behind, Yui's face buried in Camie.
Moans echoed off the walls, climaxes crashing like waves, Camie squirting against the glass, Yui's legs buckling as she came, Takumi filling them both in turn.
As the sun rose, they collapsed in bed.