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It's been one year since the retirement of All Might and the world has gone on, every year new classes are set up, and a new wave of students take to UA. United States of Smash was the punch felt round the world, and from that day forward crime has risen across the globe. That said Hero recruitment has never been higher, and that brings you to my story. I'm the guy in the middle, a convict in my youth, my father was a pro hero who vanished under less than desirable circumstances, and I fell into a bad crowd.
Matsuda Ito
Happy town Juvenile detention center.
There was a bell, and Matsuda got up from his bed, the small confined room, the hum of the florescent lighting hurt his eyes as he got up. He was listening to an old fashioned tape recorder, and had to lower the headphones as his door opened. An officer came to lead him out of the room. When he had been placed into this place so long ago they had put a restraining collar around his neck, the idea was to surpress how deep a breath he took and it worked for the most part, the thing felt like it was strangling him.
Arriving down the hall, to see the man whom had set up this early parole he wasn't sure exactly how to feel about all of this. The man, or rather rather the smaller creature Nezu was a close friend of his fathers. The other was the class 1-A home room teacher, Eraser Head, the name made Matsuda chuckle. They removed the collar and for the first time in three years Matsuda could breath deeply, his quirk shut down due to the other mans presence.
His stuff was returned to him, and Matsuda was lead out the main hall of Juvenile detention blinking as he got to see the light. "For the last three years you have shown good behavior. So in agreement with your mother and the governent, you will be coming to study at UA, learning to recontrol your quirk, and do better, the terms of your enrollment are as follows; 1) You can not leave UA grounds unsupervized, 2) you are not allowed to reach out to any of your prior contacts in the underground, and finally 3) you must pass all classes. If you can manage that for a year than your parol will be lifted and it will become your choice to continue studies at UA."
Nezu almost looked annoyed. "I'm doing this as a favor to your father, we can't allow a good quirk to go to waste, I look forward to seeing what you can do in the coming months."
UA grounds first day of classes
Early spring, it was the first day Matsuda had slept in a comfortable bed, getting the first pick of dorm rooms thanks to arriving three days prior to anyone else, his room could basically be described as the top floor penthouse. Though it was the same as everyone else, it had the best view of the internal gardens of the dorm. He stretched out on his bed and got ready for the day to come. getting dressed in actual clothing Matsuda already felt good about himself, though the wifi here was monitored which meant despite his frustration he couldn't view porn. It had been three years since he had interacted with a woman of the opposite gender, that was in truth a fresh hell all its own.
especially for a guy going through puberty.
He had a lot of reasons to want to make friends in this class, or at least try to be friendly. He knew he was on thin ice. While his record would be erased at 18, he would never get another chance to do as much good as he could through this class. It was a chance to start over.
so approaching the school in the dawn and seeing other students walking towards it, he got a slight happy chill down his spine.
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Luckily none of the applicants had to wait very long on receiving either acceptance letters or rejections. In fact, it was the very next day that the mail came. It was with bated breath that Umiko whisked it away to her room, tempted to rip it open right then and there and yet, scared to as well. What if she didnt destroy enough of the robots? What if she isnt good enough, in comparison to the other applicants? Umiko collapsed back against her closed door, bright blue eyes intent on the letter as she slid down until she was sitting down. I dont know if I can do it, Umiko told the empty silence with an awkward laugh. I dont know if I can open this. I I couldve taken more of those robots down. I couldve Umiko searched for something to say, but ended up with nothing.
N-No, I I have to do it. I wont find out otherwise.
Her heart in her throat, Umiko ripped it open and
YES!!
Umiko jumped up and down in glee, her watery hair floating about her. I cant believe it! I cant believe it! I got in! With a squeal, she whirled around and threw herself on top of her bed, kicking her feet.
Classes start the next day. How cool is that?!
An unfortunate thing about wings instead of fingers is that there is no such thing as privacy. Nearly every moment of every day is spent with someone else, helping you as though you are an invalid. How disrespectful.Sora Hanakawacould not open her own letter from U.A., but have someone else do it for her. No, it is not disrespectful, it is demeaning. Excuse me, but can I have it now? Sora asked as politely as she could manage, but of course her family either chose not to listen, or simply did not care about potential humiliation on her part. In any case, tears were shed and the letter in question was passed about.
Look! Accepted! Passed with flying colors!
Isnt that wonderful?"
Have you thought of a superhero name yet, my dear?
Sora closed her eyes, her frustration bubbling already. Yes, I have, she answered after she had a moment to compose herself. May I have my letter now?
No! Dont you realize how proud we are of you?
Lifting a wing, Sora had the soft feathers brush over her face. I am going to bed, she declared on a sigh. I need to be ready for tomorrow. Her eyes somewhat cold, Sora had her head up high as she twisted to leave, a waterfall of silver rippling down her back. Many protests rang out, but she ignored them all.
Must you follow me so closely, Hitomi?
It appears to be a beautiful day so far. Being that it is early spring, vibrant green fills the trees, and there is not a cloud in the sky to promise rain and ruin what fun lies ahead. Half a dozen conversations fill the otherwise empty silence, but Sora did not join in on any. None of the faces were familiar, first thing. It is also aggravating to attempt a conversation. Not only does she have to play nice, but she has to put a smile upon her face in order to act the part of a Hanakawa, else tarnish the family name. Sora let out a yawn, blinking back tears.
Of course!Hitomi Fujitaprotested, a serious look in her eye and a stern frown on her lips. I am your personal guard, Miss Hanakawa. I have to keep an eye out in case theres any danger. You do remember the stories of what happened here last year, dont you? Sora had to fight not to roll her eyes. Of course she does. In fact, it was for that very reason she nearly was not allowed to attend U.A. Her mother was worriedsicksome evil villain may drop by to snatch up her precious baby.
Drowning out the chiding prattle from her bodyguard, Sora instead chose to drink in the sight of her new school. Every step brought about a rather satisfying crunch on the cobblestone, and a playful breeze brought with it the scent of possibilities, of jasmine and cherry blossoms. Sora lifted her head up high, admiring how the academy is so tall in comparison to the other surrounding buildings. I am going to fly ahead, Sora finally spoke up, interrupting her body guard curtly while spreading her wings wide. M-Miss Hanakawa! I insist you dont-! Hitomi was quick to protest, but it was already too late - Sora had tucked her legs in and gone on ahead, casting a shadow onto the students that she flew over.
Miss Hanakaaaawa! The name echoed, abruptly putting a stop to any conversation in a five meter radius. Hitomi coughed and pulled at the lapels of her jacket, blushing pink as she went after the harpy. I swear, when I get my hands on that girl
No, wait. What is she doing? Hitomi screeched to a halt, halfway tempted to smack herself upside the forehead. Really! This would be so much easier!
"Let me see..." Hitomi rolled her shoulder, tightening her grip on Miss Hanakawa's bookbag. A blue eye studied the distance between her and her charge... not that she really needs to. Taking several steps forward... Hitomi flung it at the flying figure. The backpack in question zoomed through the air, just to narrowly graze her face.
Sora jolts back, a curse on the tip of her tongue. "What did you just throw at me?!"
"Yourbackpack."
"What?! You could have seriously hurt me! Or worse!"
"If I wanted to hit you, I would have." A blank look written all over her face, Hitomi brought her hands up, using her index fingers to point at herself. "Remember? Acc-ur-acy."
Rolling her eyes, Sora swept down to retrieve her poor, abused backpack from the evil clutches of her body guard.
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So many people. More students than he had ever thought possible. With UA's higher practices this year he had assumed that there would be less walking towards them. As Matsuda walked in awe of the school's sheer size, and everything that it represented. It honestly felt like one of those scenes in a movie where a character was about to bust out into song. He took a deep breath of the spring air, and then someone shouted hey look up.
Huh?
His eyes had been transfixed on the school so he didn't react fast enough when something heavy smashed into his skull. Matsuda almost did a flip as the backback hit the back of his head sending him tumbling forward. He sprawled out onto his back his feet somehow getting over top of him before coming down to the ground. He winced feeling his head where he was sure he was concussed.
He glared at the sky seeing a winged creature. He jumped up to his feet his head still ringing as he grabbed the bag. "Who the fuck!"
He paused for a moment as he saw the female form, the familiar bird wings white and brown feathers, he blinked memories of a life at least two or three life times away coming back to him, though he wasn't sure. Everything was so long ago, he felt like he was out of it.
He blinked for a moment his eyes going wide, as he tried to put his memories back together and failing. "Seriously watch where your flying, you're bag could kill someone."
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Excuse me? Did he not see-? No, what is the point of arguing? It is best to present the evidence, and leave it at that. A breeze had silver hair dancing about the young womans face, at first concealing any distinguishing features only, when she lifted her head, a pair of brilliant gold eyes were revealed. A flash of surprise could be seen within their depths however, Sora did not wish to delve into the past, not with him, not at all. Ever so neatly she tucked her wings up against herself.
For some reason I am not entirely surprised.
Then again, Matsudas father has connections, money. It would be easy to get his beloved son into the most prestigious hero schools in the country, even if he is in jail. Perhaps if you were paying attention to your surroundings, instead of gawking, you would not be caught off-guard or surprised to realize that I am not the one responsible. Sora used the talons of one foot to pick her bag up.
Ugh. It is for this reason she has Hitomi carry her bag. It should not be dragged along the ground. It is a blatant sign of disrespect, at least, in her eyes it is.
I cannot apologize for the actions of my bodyguard. Her eyes came to focus on him once again, only Sora did not say a word other than what is absolutely necessary. Their past is behind her. Just because he is part of her present, and quite possibly the future, does not mean he needs to be more involved than he has to be in her life.
Now, if you will excuse me. Sora dipped her head as a way of bidding him farewell, and with one leg raised, spread her wings wide. A few rays of sunlight rippled over the brown-tipped feathers. I apologize for any inconvenience Hitomi caused you.
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He watched Sora go through the same shades of reflection that he did, and for a moment he felt like he was about to reach out, but looking at her face was it, anger? disgust, either way it was an emotion he hadn't expected, and one that left him feeling cold and drained as he saw it. Watching her go off dragging her bag, he felt like he should follow for a moment offer to carry her bags. They had recognized each other, but the only words she had spoken to him were a quick apology and then she was gone, and he was suddenly left with a stomach full of hurt feelings that he didn't know what to do with.
He had sent emails and letters, but never heard back from her, or actually anyone from the outside world. Seeing her now was almost directly alien to him and he didn't really know how to react or cope with the fact that Sora was here right now. He swallowed slightly his legs shaking as he watched her walk by him. Cold shouldered, he suppose after not hearing back from her even once he should have expected that, but at the same time.... it hurt to see it actually happen.
Matsuda did eventually gather himself up, and get to moving back towards class. Arriving at class 1-A, the room was huge. Despite having to live on campus he hadn't actually been inside the main building till now so he was still kind of blown away by everything. Looking around for a seat, he tried to pick one that didn't stand out too much, in the middle range, but as he was looking he ended up taking the seat directly behind Sora.
Yes she had made it kind of clear that she hadn't wanted to deal with him, but at the same time he couldn't exactly let it end like that. He just didn't know how to talk to her. For the moment he set up his desk, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut. "Sora?"
He decided he had to try and talk, class hadn't started yet, so he was gonna try and make some effort to meet her half way. "That is you right?... what are you doing... here?"
He didn't really have any better words for it. Just really curious about how she had gotten into this school, and why she was here in this class.
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Sora kept her head held high, her expression blank as she rejoined Hitomi. A verbal scolding was quick to follow, as to be expected, however she barely paid any mind to the words, only nodding every now and then to pretend otherwise. It was unnerving to run into Matsuda, especially since it has been so long since she has seen him last. How long has it been now? Three years? Almost four? No wonder it was different, to say the least. Her mind elsewhere, Sora went through the motions of unpacking her things in the room she was provided with. Hitomi noticed, however she chose not to say anything not yet, that is.
It was not long before they began to move to her first class of the day. Sora drank in the necessary details of the hallways, of the windows offering splendid views of the courtyard, though she did not let herself get swept up or blown away, like the other students obviously were. Oh no. Her amber eyes sharp, Sora studied those that have already arrived, and aspire to be heroes. None striked her as impressive. Not speaking to anyone, she chose a seat towards the middle, though more off to the side, so her wings would not get in anyones way.
And of course, fate just had to have a laugh and throw Matsuda in this class as well. Does it not figure? Sora only looked at him for a moment, perhaps two, but then directed her gaze elsewhere. A veil of silver hair tumbled forward, further distancing her from him. As to be expected -because of her rotten luck- he just had to sit behind her, of all people. Did he not get the hint? Perhaps he wants to stick close for the time being, since he does not know anyone else yet-? Yes, that has to be the reason why. There is no other explanation.
Hm? Did he just-? Apparently so. It does rip her theory into shreds. Yes, she spoke with no small amount of reluctance, it is I. Sora did not twist to face him, nor did she look over her shoulder. No, he is not worth the effort besides, she doubts she would be able to in these seats. Did the Academy not take into consideration those with different body builds? Yes, she is a bit unusual in this aspect, but there are stranger Quirks than hers. It is not as though she is the first.
The reason why I am here is the same reason as anyone else here. Is it not obvious? Sora rolled her shoulders in an attempt to get more comfortable, but alas she could not. Maybe she needs to find herself a different seat-? If anything, I should be asking you why you are here, but I am not. It is none of her business, after all. Sora wants nothing to do with him, not when he did not so much as write her a letter, or fought to maintain their friendship all these years. No, she is not going to waste her time.
Luckily, a teacher decided to grace them with his presence thus, putting an end to this conversation. Unlike the other students, who can take notes when they need to, Sora has to record everything on a small device and commit everything to memory. It is frustrating, yes, but alas, what can she do? Grow fingers? Ha. To be honest, if she had a choice, more than likely she would keep her wings over arms, regardless. It is so invigorating to fly through the sky Sora shifted in her seat, a grimace starting to settle over her features.
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Despite the fact that this was UA, the first period was actually very normal, they went through Home room, taking notes on the things they would be covering for the year when it came to their proper education, Apparently the second half of the class would be focused on physical education. Lookng around the class he was at least partly interested in meeting some of them, he could see a few interesting faces, and yet his eyes kept getting drawn to a sot white downy wing, he didn't really know what to do when it came to her.
Did he just give up? She didn't seem to want anything to do with him, she had cut him out so long ago, but at the same time he wasn't sure what to do. He ended up copying his own notes, writing up a second set of them, and as the bell rang to signify the passing of one class, Matsuda got up, and then as he walked past her simply put the second set of notes on her desk for her.
He found it hard to simply let it go, Sora was one of the only people whom he had tried his best to contact when he had been taken away. His mother had never really visited him, yet he kept thinking that one day he would get a letter from her. Once or twice he had thought of calling her, but when he had recieved no reply it hadn't seemed like a good idea, now they were both in this class, and he couldn't let it go. He knew he was probably just getting on her nerves, she had never asked for help, and that was probably gonna get him into the most trouble when it came down to it.
Finally as they were able to move from one class to the next getting PE clothes. The uniform was form fitting for Matsuda, and it meant he had to leave his scarf behind which was a little troubling after so many years unable to take a breath more than a second having too suddenly fully control his quirk was difficult, and required a lot of focused, shallow breathing. It left him vulnerable as all of his focus was set to trying to avoid a deep breath. he didn't even really feel like he could talk in his current state, without the scarf to breath through he felt kind of naked.
Walking out into the field he could see that a bunch of physical exercises were laid out in chalk. 100 meter dash, a distance yard throw, things that he was familiar with from the PE exams in juvy, but they seemed different.
"Right today we are going to test you based on your quirk, seeing where you excel. The two lowest pointed in the class will be cut from all further studies, so do your best."
Oh...oh crud.
Matsuda needed to find his focus, figure out where he would be useful, and make up for it, plus looking around this was a good way to meet some of his classmates, study them and see what he would be up against in the days to come.
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Amber eyes widened in shock, however before she could say anything he was gone. Why did he do this? Why go through all the trouble? Hitomi waited to reach for the notes, in case her charge decided to throw them away and yet, she did not say a word. Sora had no idea what to think, or how to react. Is he taking pity on her? If there is anything that annoys her more, it is pity. In the blink of an eye, Sora was off and left with no other option, Hitomi retrieved the second copy of notes. Until she hears otherwise, it might be best to keep the young Matsudas kind gesture.
It was humiliating to change into the gym uniform. Sora felt obligated to wait until the others left before asking Hitomi for help, or else have many eyes upon her criticizing, judging laughing. It is embarrassing. Not only are the pants are an issue, but so is the shirt as well. Of course Sora had to have the sleeves removed not to mention have the legs cropped, so she can move about freely.
Hitomi even went so far as to tie her hair up in a high ponytail, so she does not get hot. Thank you, she told the bodyguard quietly, rolling her shoulders to prepare herself for whatever lies ahead. Sora joined everyone out in the sunshine, her eyes drinking in the various tests outlined in chalk. Wonderful. A nice breeze rustled her feathers, and Sora let out a soft sigh of appreciation. Her blue uniform clung to her breasts a touch tightly, and her pants hold onto her hips much the same way leaving very little to the imagination when it comes to what is hiding underneath.
Sora did hesitate a moment or two before approaching the one familiar figure amongst fifteen. Why did you write a second copy of your notes? she inquired of him, feeling obligated to do so. I do not need your help. I have a recorder in case I need to remember anything. I I do not need your pity. Displeasure was shining bright in her eyes, and yet there was not a sign of it upon her face. It was right then the class found out just what, exactly, they will be doing today. Sora tilted her head, not too worried about the threat. There is a reason she is here on recommendation, after all. Of course she will not be expelled so easily.
Not in any hurry to display what she is capable of, Sora let others go first out of courtesy. One did horribly, but the other three did fairly well. It is not very surprising. A few threads of silver managed to break free of her ponytail, just to brush against a pale cheek.
Well. I suppose I should go next. Sora let a nonchalant shrug roll through her shoulders. Many of the other students began to openly stare, while others began to whisper behind their hands. Lovely. A roll of the eyes was all she allowed to portray her annoyance.
A taloned foot reached out to pick up the ball.
Let me see How far should she try to throw it? Farther than anyone else? Mm. Sora spread her wings wide and after beating them once or twice, lifted herself up into the air. A quick spin had the ball hurtling through the air, far off into the distance.
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She had to ask the question, why did he want to help her, it was a had question to find an answer too. For the last few years he had no one who had been willing to look out for him, so why try to help anyone else. His answer after a few moments of thought was a simple gesture, he smiled at her. "I just want a friend."
The answer was genuine, but he knew it was going to cause problems in the future. There was a lot of unaddressed tension in the air between them, and while he could see she was mad at him. The look of mistrust in his eyes did sting him, but only so far as he let it. He was used to people not trusting him by now, he was used to displeasure and other things, they didn't scratch the surface anymore, even Sora couldn't hurt him with such a thing, instead he just smiled toward her, though he decided to answer her question with a question of his own.
"Why didn't you ever write me back?" The question he had been trying to hold back since the moment he had first seen her spilled out of his mouth, and he felt like a weight was off his shoulders, when it came to his turn to throw the ball he stood at the center of the field taking his spot and lifting the ball gently towards his lips his palm flat and open as he took his breath.
releasing it in one hard blow it was like conjuring a massive shock wave that sent the ball flying in an arc, the wind was fast enough that it seemed to kick up the dirt and break some of the chalk lines, he even stumbled slightly as he had to catch his footing and ease himself back upright, years of having surpressed his ability to breath had inadvertandly tightened his throat muscles, and at the same time expanded his lungs meaning the amount of pressure he was able to exert over the single breath was probably enough to knock down a brick wall if someone wasn't careful in front of him they could easily be blown away.
The phone reading came back, 803.92 meters.
However as the wind around him calmed down, Matsuda was left with the whiplash of his quirk a coughing fit as the constrained muscles tried to deal with the difference in air pressure around him, leaving him feeling like he was choking on air, struggling to catch his breath, and when it finally came back to him his eyes were wet with tears, and he himself was breathing shallow, like he was winded, the pressure against his lungs felt like they had nearly burst out of his chest, and that had just been a single puff of air.
The teacher walked up to him, "It will take a while for you to adapt to using your quirk again, You've been without it for three years, I'll have one of the doctors set up a few breathing exercises as homework, but try not to overwork your body."
Matsuda was on his knees, nodding and gesturing for water.
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You just want a friend? she repeated, incredulous. Is he serious? If he is so desperate for friends, why not introduce himself to the other students in their class? It would be far easier than trying to repair what is already broken. Sora did not hesitate to turn away from him, her shoulders straight. Writing you back would require me to receive a letter first, dont you agree?
As to be expected his Quirk is powerful, more so than she remembers. The ball was sent hurtling through the air at an astounding speed and when it finally landed, the reading came back as 803.92 meters. It is the highest so far in their class. As sad as it is to confess hers did not go nearly as far. In fact, it only went so far as 786.84 meters. In other words she may very well be one of the bottom two towards the end of this competition. Her eyes watched him endure a coughing fit, his body curled in on itself while he fought to catch his breath. It used to happen when he was younger, too, but it appears that it is more severe now.
Does anyone have a bottle of water? Sora looked to the others, but seeing as how she never even went so far as to introduce herself it would be awkward to speak to them now. As a child, she used to be cheerful, enthusiastic, full of energy but she has grown into a teenager that keeps anything precious close, her thoughts and words often included. Sora twisted to face Hitomi, who so happened to be standing by just in case she needs anything.
Take him a bottle of water. Hitomi dipped her head in a respectful nod, already opening the young ladys bag to find one of four she decided to take with them today. A small smile threatened to pull at her lips. I am only doing it because it is what anyone would do, Sora was quick to say, her words cold as ice. I am aspiring to be a hero, after all. I need to look after those that require help in any way. Her shoulders stiff once again, Sora turned away from the scene in order to join the others awaiting to start the next part of this competition to stay in U.A. Both wings rustled, just to fold across her chest somewhat awkwardly.
Ito Matsuda? Hitomi knelt next to him, offering the bottle of cold water.
Here. Drink this. It should help. Hitomi provided the man with a kind smile, a few threads of gold falling forward from behind a shoulder. It is a good thing Miss Hanakawa decided to bring several this morning. Once the bottle exchanged hands, Hitomi rose up onto her feet, a hand brushing off the dirt that clung to her black slacks. Do not take it personally, she told him next, her words low enough no one else could hear. Miss Hanakawa did not receive any sort of correspondence from you. I believe her father ordered it to be so.
Icy blue eyes met his for but a moment before she went to join her charge. Sora did not look at him, not even once. Must I attend U.A.? she did ask Hitomi quietly, though, her words thoughtful. There are other schools that train aspiring heroes.
Yes, but U.A. happens to be the best, Hitomi replied, and you know how your father wants only the best for you and from you. Sora fought not to frown, and instead watched as others started the 100 meter dash.
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Matsuda may have scored high in the ball toss, but the fact that he could barely move after put him at a disadvantage for just about any other event, he was still wheezing and had to sit aside for part of the class, he was handed the drink, and had he been at full power he probably would have questioned Hitomi further when she said that her father had ordered there be no correspondence between him and her.
With the retirment of Allmight a year ago the world had changed, Endevor was now the number 1 hero, but others had changed. Sora's father was a high up number in the top five if he recalled, but the man had been ruthless even when they were kids. So of course he was cut off. He drank the water greedily, but when he saw Sora's cold look, he thought maybe it would be best if he stayed away from her for the moment. Maybe he would be better off elsewhere.
"A quirk that takes the user out of comission is not a good thing. There have been a few students with this problem before, but they overcame it in a few months." Their teacher spoke harshly appraising the evaluation.
"I'll give you three weeks, learn to breath in that time frame and you can stay, otherwise you can go back to whatever hole you were pulled from."
That mixed with the cold words of Sora all left Matsuda laying on the grass, wanting to die. He didn't know what else to say other than this was unfair. At the mention of the fact that Sora never recieved his letters, on the other hand he started to get a plan together in his head. Of course he couldn't exactly move, so it was a plan only in thought, and he couldn't follow Sora home either, since she needed assistance he doubted she was going to live in the dorms like all the other students. Which meant that there would only be a few ways to get to her in class.
The world stopped spinning for a bit, and he thought would manage to stand on his own after that, but even so it was starting to get late into the class, by the time Matsuda was able to rejoin the physical exam he had missed several events.
Drinking from the gifted water bottle he was still shaky. "It's been a while since I've done that."
His eyes were still towards Sora, but it was clear pushing the matter wouldn't do anything, instead he pulled out his phone and started to go through everything. Sure the phone was a gift from UA, but it still had WiFi, and there were no rules against accessing a personal email account on campus grounds.
She may not have any of the letters he had written her, but he had kept all of the emails he had sent her. there were nine in total, the first one was a rehash of a letter, and asking if she had changed addresses or something cause he wasn't getting any responses from her, after that they were shorter things, till eventually he had all but given up, sending them, but still felt obligated to send one on each of her birthdays. As the bell rang for lunch he ran off towards the dorm a 15 minute walk.
When he got back the second half of classes were starting, but instead he just walked up to Sora's desk, putting the printed copies of his emails in her school bag while it was unsupervised.
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As promised, two of their number was expelled on the spot but she was safe. Not that she was overly concerned. Sora lingered for the remainder of class not that much was done or said from that point on. Yes, each and every day they are to prove themselves worthy of being here. It was blatantly obvious from the very start so why reiterate this? Hm. Oh well. A soft, downy white wing rubbing over a cheek, Sora picked her backpack up carefully by folding her wings inward, to cradle it against her chest.
Hitomi followed in her shadow, always vigilant always keen to protect her charge. Many students conversations died down, their eyes drawn to either silver or gold. Both young ladies are beautiful in their own right. As a Hanakawa, Sora exudes a cool dignity, a quiet confidence that is somewhat unsettling, and yet alluring, all the same. And yet, Hitomi is a cold beauty who looks unattainable. Perhaps it has to do with her being an older lady, or perhaps it is because of the sharp look in her eye but even so...
Do we have anything else planned for today? Sora asked quietly, ignoring the awestruck looks she was receiving from female and male alike. Aside from unpacking the rest of our things? It is not as though she has any homework to take care of, however she would like to take this opportunity to relax while she is able to.
No, I dont believe so? Hitomi placed a finger on her chin, icy blue eyes rising up to the ceiling as she thought it over. Actually, Im quite positive theres nothing else that requires our attention.
Excellent. Maybe Sora will be able to bask in the waning sunlight or fly through the sky before nightfall. A yawn threatening to break free of her, Sora was careful to cover her mouth and hide it from view. I am just pleased you were able to get a room adjacent to mine otherwise, it might have proven to be troublesome. Hitomi couldnt help but nod her agreement. It was very nice of the Academy to do so. After all she is not a student, but she is going to be a part of the security detail. Sora let her eyes drift to the windows they passed by, drinking in the vibrant green just beyond.
It was not long before she was behind a closed door, away from admiration and judgment. It was a weight off her shoulders. Yes, she should be used to such scrutiny and yet, it is difficult to endure day after day, month after month year after year.
Of course, no one else will possibly be able to understand how she feels thus, part of the reason she keeps everyone at a distance.
Thank you, Hitomi. Sora offered a wane smile while the backpack exchanged hands. I appreciate your help today. Hitomi returned the smile with one of her own, just to chuckle and hang the backpack up next to the girls desk. Your welcome, Miss Hanakawa. Do you want me to pull out your recorder? Or do you prefer Ito Matsudas notes? At the mentioned name, Sora stiffened, the atmosphere turning colder and colder and colder. I did not know whether I should throw them away or not, so I went on ahead and grabbed his notes, Hitomi was quick to explain, opening the backpack.
Mm? Whats this? Hitomi pulled out a stack of papers, her eyes reading over the print. This isnt a copy of notes These are emails? Miss Hanakawa? she spoke up at long last. I believe you need to see these. Sora frowned, but otherwise said nothing as she joined her bodyguard at the desk. Both wings were folded neatly against her sides,however she sat down to make herself comfortable for whatever is about to waste her precious time. Amber eyes glanced over the print first only to focus after a moment or two, reading more intently.
Not even ten minutes later, Sora was storming out of her room with Hitomi stumbling after her, looking for the young man that is obviously responsible for not only intruding upon her personal space (her backpack) but also digging into the past. Where is he? she just about hissed. What is the meaning of this? Why can he not let go? It is best just to move on!
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Matsuda hadn't done breathing exersizes since he was a kid, they frustrated him, and every few deep breaths he felt like he was either going to choke on his own air, or cause property damage. Breathing in was easy, breathing out slowly was difficult as even that caused a wind to blow along the field. Three weeks, he had to learn to breath properly again in three weeks or he would be expelled, from his courses.
To that extent he had taken up sitting in the courtyard outside of the dormitory. To that extent he had to focus on trying not to destroy himself or the world around him. So when he heard angry foot steps doors being slammed, and a woman's angry voice he didn't turn towards them, nor did he attempt to grab the scarf which would shut down his quirk again, no if this was going to happen he wanted it to happen naturally.
He got to his feet, but he didn't face Sora, not out of disrespect but because when he spoke it caused the winds to change direction. "I take it you got my letters this time."
He wanted to point out that the printed versions had dates on them, it wasn't something he could craft from his phone or something like that. His golden eyes remained focused out towards the setting sun. "You wanted to know why I never wrote you, I did write, I showed you the evidence to the contrary, so question before we start this, are you actually mad at me? or are you mad at the person who covered up the letters."
"And second question, this one to you bodyguard, could me and the lady have some privacy to talk? I can't leave the campus without adult permission and the entire campus is monitored, I can commit no harm to Sora, this is a talk between... old acquaintances." Those words were painful to him, honestly he was probably more at risk than she was of being hurt.
"Maybe I'm forcing this confrontation a bit early, but we both have a lot more to worry about than one other person in this classroom, so say it." He turned towards her, doing his best not to breath towards her. "Whatever is on your mind, give me your best shot."
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No, Sora replied, the words cutting through the quiet like a sharp knife. Hitomi will not leave my side at any point of this conversation. It does not matter if you intend to hurt me or not. I do not give her permission to do so. Normally Sora does not issue orders to the female bodyguard, but as it stands she is not thinking clearly. Amber eyes, ablaze with fury, locked onto the young man standing before her, acting so calm and cool, as if there is no reason to be angry.
Having taken the time to change out of her uniform, Sora was no longer advertising U.A. unconsciously, but rather her own style. A plain white tank top revealed an inch or so of pale white skin just above her dark blue jeans, though a white jacket was thrown over it not that it did overly much. Of course the sleeves were removed, as to make it easier to move about. It is a simple outfit, nothing which proclaimed she is of the Hanakawa lineage however, she is comfortable in this.
A breeze had silver flaring out, several threads splaying against the ruby red of the sunset, the soft blue that is fixing to take over the day. It did not take long for the ponytail to unravel, for the waterfall to spill down the length of her back.
Sora lifted her head high. What if I said I was mad at you? Her eyes locked onto his, amber gold with crimson red. What if I am furious at both of you? At you, because you cannot let the past remain in the past and at my father, for obviously taking matters into his own hands, and dictating who I can and cannot be friends with? Hm? What then? If she had hands, she would be tempted to punch him in the face however, she does not, therefore she has to resist the urge to scratch his eyes out instead.
I do not understand why you are doing this, she continued on. Why do you insist on bringing up the past? I was hurt, but I have moved on. I learned I do not need friends. I can lead a perfectly happy life without someone to laugh with. Sora kept her shoulders straight, and yet it felt harder to do so, now that she had led the conversation down this path. It is difficult to keep so calm, it seems. Tears stung her eyes, however she did not let a single one escape.
Why must this be so difficult?! Do you hope we will be friends again? Sora found herself blurting out. Do you want to work together, as fellow heroes? I just I do not understand why you are doing this at all! Is it because you feel guilty? No, it is best she does not know. Sora shook her head, just to lift her chin up again. If my presence is really going to be such a problem, I will request to switch to another class tomorrow, she told him. I would ask to go to another school, but I doubt Father would be alright with that, so I will make things easier for the both of us. How does that sound?
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"Life affords very few seconds chances." Matsuda said with a small shrug as he sat down in the grass again this time he was facing her, but even so he was intentionally straining himself to keep his breath light, and his voice quite so that he didn't send off any shock waves, he simply gestured to the empty field as if offering her to take a seat, an an action he doubted she would oblige him for
"I don't blame you for being angry at me." He shook his head, when she said that she had learned she didn't need friends he winced looking at the ground. He had been alone for a long time, during his imprisonment no one, not even his own mother had come to visit him, and now he was confronted with one of if not the person he had most wanted to see, of course she would be mad at him, but he didn't really know what to say.
"Of course I hope that we can be friends again, you're the closest thing to a family I have left. Of course I want to things to get better, and improve, and I want to work with you. I'm willing to do just about anything to earn your trust." Matsuda kept his eyes downcast, he didn't know how else to say it. When she offered to simply step away and go to a different class he sighed he hadn't wanted to create this large of a rift between them.
"It sounds miserable." He sighed already depressed, already broken, he didn't exactly know what to say or do given the situation. If she didn't want to try and make things better there wasn't much he could do to force the situation. "I'd rather we tried to make things work, tried to work together, but if you really hate me that much."
Getting up to his feet. "No need to ruin your future, my second chance was... fleeting, it was good to see you, I'll tell the school to send me back. What's two more years of hell."
He took a breath. "For what it was worth Sora it was... wonderful seeing you again. I'm sorry." He was turned away so she wouldn't be able to see him crying, but he would set off towards the main building, with a word he would just go back to being dead. that was... fine. He could live with that.
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Idiot. How is she supposed to respond-? Amber eyes watched as defeat settled about his shoulders, depression pressed down on the young man. It was a sight that is almost heartbreaking. A small shake of her head had silver swaying back and forth with the motion. Wait. It was quiet, an order that was not meant to be one. Sora did not look at him as he paused, nor as he turned about to face her, for she did not wish him to see how affected she is by him by this situation as a whole.
An awkward silence befell them. It was difficult to find the right words to say, or to compose a way to remedy this tension between he and her. For one thing, she doubts she could ever bring herself to forgive him. Yes, she knows now that it was not his fault she never received any letters, any emails, but the hurt lingers even though the truth is revealed. Sora brought both wings up, as to cross them over her chest as if that could protect herself any better from those hopeful crimson eyes of his.
Do not let me ruin the next two years of your life. It may come across as harsh, but it is true. I am just one person. I think it is naive of you to toss aside this second chance just because of my anger. I swear. You need to think about this logically, instead of with emotions that oftentimes leads one astray. Sora did not look at him still, however she could not resist shaking her head once again. You are just making this situation far more difficult than it needs to be. Fine. How about this, then? It was then that her eyes returned to him.
You and I will both remain in class 1-A. I think we are mature enough to tolerate each other on a daily basis, provided it is in small doses. Sora rolled her shoulders, the last rays of light rippling over her white feathers, bathing each individual one in gold, orange, light green and blue. I suppose I can try to overcome this as well, she continued on to say. We are going to be working together during class, so there needs to be no animosity between you and I. It is a logical solution to this problem.
Sora does not want him to know just how deeply hurt she was by him, oh no. It will forever be her burden, her secret to keep hidden in the depths of her heart. More than likely he will never mean as much to her as he once had.
Well? What do you say?
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This was at least partly why he hadn't wanted the body guard to see him. The water works had started at some point for him, a wall breaking that hadn't been touched in a few years. He honestly forgot that he could do something like cry. He had been alone so long and realized so long ago that tears did nothing, yet here he was a few steps away from her and he was already starting to bail. Which had an inverse side effect, the heavy heaves that came with crying was messing up his breathing and with that came the feeling of the coughing fit from earlier.
Then she said that she could try to overcome everything and he turned towards her, and knowing it wasn't her intent or desire to do so he attempted to pull forward and hug her, whether Hitomi stepped in and caught him before he could or not didn't matter, which ever one of the women he grabbed he didn't seem to care, as he spiraled quickly and started a fit of heavy coughing that shut down his ability to react or think as his power very nearly strangled him.
When it calmed down, Matsuda was week in the knee his body trembling from a mix of pain and breathing problems, needing support from whom ever he had grabbed onto in the first part to stand.
When his voice came to him he was weak, having to turn back towards the dorm house and steadily attempt to pull himself to his full height.
"Sora, I know things are different now. I'm not trying to revive the past, I just... I just want us to be okay, to be friends, students, what have you." He smiled towards her, his soft red eyes puffy and more redshot than they should have been.
As he started to walk away he could feel the eyes of several people watching him, a glance towards the window showed that there were actually other members of the class, and he had been so wrapped up in the drama between him and Sora he had completely failed to remember anyone name. A fresh wave of embarrassment came over him as he caught a glance of other studetns just inside that were now hurrying to make it look like they hadn't been watching or listening to the exchange that just happened.
Opening the door he could already tell that there was at least one gossip in the school. ayoung manwith blond hair was adjusting his glasses looking at the two other students, eyeing them with heavy suspicion. "It has to be some sort of lovers quarrel." He explained to another student. "She seemed mad at him, so I bet he cheated on her."
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Huh? A sparkle of tears caught her attention that is, before his arms came to envelop her in an uninvited embrace. Of course Sora stiffened at the intrusion upon her space but it seems that it will not end just there. His Quirk is powerful, and yet at the moment a bit out of control. Every cough of his ripped through thin material, revealing bits and pieces of pale skin as time went on. It was humiliating! It appears he did not notice, either, if his smile is any indication. Luckily Hitomi came to her rescue, proffering her suit jacket, or else Sora just might have died of embarrassment right then and there.
As it stands, it was impossible to pretend that she was not affected by his tears, or by his words. Does she truly care about him still? After so long of believing he did not care about her? It was also impossible to hide the tears threatening to spill, thus she quickly brushed the feathers of one wing over her face, in order to be rid of the evidence. Hitomi gently pulled the black jacket tighter over her, an act which she found reassuring, even though it is but a small act of kindness. A long, shuddering breath left her lips a moment later, her eyes drawn to the young man walking away. Is that so? He wants to be friends again? Students?
Matsuda is a very confusing individual. Did she not make it clear she wanted nothing more to do with him? And yet, he insists on mending their relationship or at the very least, forging a new one. It is preposterous.
Sora went to follow after him, albeit reluctantly noticing at long last those that have gathered by the windows to watch their conversation and argument unfold.
Oh no. Please, no. It was with dread that she joined him inside, the black suit jacket just barely hiding the fact her tank top is in shreds, and nothing hiding the fact she is blushing pink. A heavy silence befell them all. It was awkward, to say the least. A young man spoke up, his hair blond, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. Is he the gossiping sort? It is difficult to tell.
E-Excuse me? Sora exclaimed, the pink blush darkening to red before their very eyes, and very quickly. Y-You are quite mistaken! We are not lovers-!
I believe there is more to the story than what meets the eye, arose a quiet voice. Her hair was white as snow on the right, red as flames on the left, all of it gathered up in a high ponytail. It just so happens one eye was brown, the other a bright, bewitching blue. Let us turn in for the night. We have no idea what tomorrow holds for us.Masuyo Todorokiis the younger sister of Shoto Todoroki, famously known for his Quirk over fire and ice. Ironically enough, she herself has the same Quirk. Unlike him, Masuyo has no qualms with using her flames.
In a plain blue blouse and darker blue pants, Masuyo slipped her hands into her pockets. Mismatched eyes came to focus on the two that came in. My name is Masuyo Todoroki, she introduced herself, just as quiet as before. And you are?
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The young blond adjusted his glasses hearing that defense that the two were not lovers, but what they had witnissed pretty much the entire day was Matsuda and Sora arguing pretty much all day, and then there was that extravagant display. That plus the fact that the guy had clearly been crying he didn't really buy into Sora's insistance that they weren't lovers, especially because Matsuda's reaction was that he was currently turning into a tomato.
"Clearly than, they are in denial." The man said looking between the two women. "I mean just look at him."
Matsuda for his part was embarassed to high hell, looking at everyone, he couldn't really protest the situation, he looked like he was about to faint just on the accusation of being lovers, he was shaking and and his lips didn't exactly have a come back aside from stuttering, he decided to focus on the introduction of Masuyo instead nodding towards her. "M-Matsuda, Ito." stiltedly and slowly he started to walk towards the elevator with the intent to go back to his room on the top floor.
"My name is Riku Tanaka." The blond said with a smile. "And I agree it's been a long day, and who knows what's planned for tomorrow, classes are just getting started after all." He waved and started towards his own room.
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When he got to his room and slammed the door behind himself locking it Matsuda was in shock, after years of having to deal with a more repressed state here he was able to breath and act how he pleased. More so he was starting to feel again, after what felt like a number of years of being numb. Was it just because Sora had shown up, and why did Sora suddenly want to be a hero? She was never one for the spotlight when they had been kids what brought about the change?
and why hadn't he shot down the idea that they were lovers? That wasn't even something from his wildest fantasies, though he had to admit that she had grown up into a beautiful woman, but that wasn't something he could really focus on.
His head was swimming as he collapsed onto his bed, and despite falling asleep and time passing by morning he was pretty sure that he felt dead tired.
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Excuse me, but I do not need, nor did I ask, for an introduction, Sora replied, albeit coldly, cruelly. I just need to make one thing clear: mind your own business. Neither he or I are in denial when it comes to where our relationship stands though, I doubt this qualifies as one. I would greatly appreciate it if you keep your speculations to yourself in the future. Soras gold eyes were glacial as she brushed past the two in order to retreat into the privacy of her room. Hitomi did not hesitate to follow.
In denial, are they? Please. It is insulting in of itself! Her feathers obviously ruffled, Sora rolled her shoulders to rid herself of her jacket, which is now nothing more than threads thanks to a certain someone.
Hitomi kept quiet, instead helping the girl change into pajamas for the night. It is not her place to say anything. Yes, she knows that Hanakawa Sora and Matsuda Ito were best friends in their younger years but it is not so, not now. It will take time for wounds to heal, for the past to be not forgotten, and not so much forgiven, but in the past, behind them two. Hitomi offered the young woman a small smile before retiring for the evening herself, knowing that tomorrow will be busy in many ways.
The sun rose from below the horizon, bathing the world in a beautiful golden glow and of course, Sora could not appreciate it, or spare it a second thought. Yesterday was quite stressful, and because of it, she accidentally overslept.
Am I missing anything? Sora asked Hitomi, spinning about the room to see for herself. Navy blue flared out about her thighs, revealing a pair of nice, shapely legs. As to be expected, her white blouse is a bit too tight but then again, it was modified so there is no sleeves. I do not think so! Hitomi replied on a pant, kneeling to help Sora with her shoes. We need to get going, if we want to make it to class on time! Sora dipped her head in a quick nod, using both of her wings to gather her backpack up against her chest.
Let us get going, then. Like that, they were off. Breakfast will not be happening today. It is something Sora will regret later on, but oh well. As a Hanakawa, she cannot be late, not because she overslept. It would be like tarnishing the family name.
Two minutes before the bell was to ring, Hitomi and Sora hurried in, the former taking up position by the windows, the former collapsing into a seat nearby.
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Matsuda walked up to his seat and practically crashed into it. When he sat down it was with a dull thud as he took his assigned seat just behind Sora, in truth he probably should have spared her and sat in front of her the first day, but he had been too shell shocked at just seeing her to think. His eyes were slightly more red, with deep dark bags under them. It looked like he barely got any sleep. It wasn't uncommon for him, he had timed it out at one point that he could survive off three hours of sleep if he really had too.
In his state of thinking he had tied the scarf heavily around his mouth, which was good because the yawn that escaped his mouth actually shook the room, anyone wearing the UA skirt was probably not going too like his presence in the room. He shot off a brief apology to the rest of the room, the problem with an emitter quirk you can't turn off was that it was almost always going to bug someone.
Why was his quirk always on? He glanced around the room, Emmitter quirks were often defined as the most useful, and sure enough there were plenty of people in the class that looked 'normal'. Mutants like Sora were usually ranked among the strongest Hetero-morphics as they were called were usually defined as always active and thus could build up the most muscle and strength. There were also transformation quirks but those were harder to gauge.
Matsuda was pretty heavily in the emmitter catagory, he blinked for a moment you don't see the half n half girl freezing or burning everything she touched, so why was he always blowing things down. Their teacher arrived on scene to speak to them a few moments later.
"Today we will be doing a bit of training. If you would follow me to site B." As the teacher spoke the walls of the class opened up containing briefcases labled by seat number. "You will be needing these, the support company has finished the first prototypes of your costumes, any and all additional improvements will need to be made later on, we will be meeting up in twenty minutes, so please be ready by then."
Matsuda almost stumbled as he walked past Masuyo, Taking his briefcase, and heading off to the male changing room to get on his costume and head to where he needed to go.
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A bit of training? Oh no. This cannot end well. Dread chasing away nervous excitement, Sora retrieved her own briefcase with no small amount of reluctance. It is not to say she has no confidence in her own abilities, but if she is to work with someone else it may very well end badly. Her gold eyes sought out the reassuring blue of Hitomis and, not saying a word, went to change. Luckily her own costume is simple in design. Having wings makes fashion impossible, thus she rarely wears anything that has sleeves, nor does she wear skirts often.
Masuyo didnt waste any time thinking of flashy spandex to squeeze into, not one bit. Her Quirk is flexible, so she can wear anything she likes. Her older brothers Quirk is the same. It is because of this that she chose to wear something similar to his, only in a different color. Shoto prefers to use Ice over Fire, however she is the opposite in this aspect: she prefers Fire. And so, she chose to wear a red jumpsuit instead of blue.
Both hands went to work pulling up red and white hair up in a high ponytail. Masuyo looked into the mirror that is just inside her locker door, into blue and brown. It is eerie how alike she and her brother are and yet, very different, too. Once she adjusted things to where it is more comfortable, Masuyo closed her locker, casting a curious glance about. It sounds as though everyone is excited to see what their training entails and yet, is someone missing? A small tilt of her head portrayed her confusion.
Oh well. It is none of her business. A shrug rolled through her shoulders, and burying her hands into her pockets, Masuyo left the others to change. It was not until everyone was nearly gone that Sora entered, Hitomi looking about to make absolutely sure they are alone. No one seems to be paying them any attention.
Sora chose to stick with a white tank top, with dark blue jeans -her usual. The only difference is that she decided a pair of goggles might be a good idea, in case she has to fly high. Ready to go, Sora hesitated before going out to join the others, though she did not allow her nerves to show. No, only those who know her very well could tell that she is nervous. Hitomi hovered in the back, a silent presence to the training session.
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Matsuda's costume was minimalist, his best inspiration was Eraser Head, a pro hero who taught at UA and prefered to stay out of the starlight. So his costume was much the same as his idols, in that he didn't really have a costume, his clothing was a set of form fitting black clothing, the biggest difference between the two was the stuff around his neck. In place of his usual scarf was something resembling a neck brace he had asked for something which could both brace and massage his throat as that was where the majority of his stress came from, as well as additional braces along his side that were to help support his lungs.
He thought the refinements would have slowed down his movement, or felt awkward, but in reality it came rather easy for him to breath with all the gear on, and it was incredibly light too,, the support company's clothing honestly kind of made him feel like he had worn nothing at all to this.
Then came the news that they would be working in pairs, for today's training. The scenario was essentially the classic capture the flag, one team on defense the other on offense. The flag in this case was a large fake husk of a bomb, which was almost comical proportional to the rest of the room.
The class drew lots for teams. "Okay even I can admit this is getting kind of creepy." Matsuda said as he looked at Sora, the two of them had matching lotto numbers. He sighed great just what he needed some historical baggage to help slow him down. "Whelp, like I said, there will be times when working together will be unavoidable." He offered her a smile. "Lets win this thing."
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Riku held up his lot and walked up to Masuyo, he smiled towards her. The two had met yesterday, but had only really had a few different conversations. "Awesome, I get paired up with the younger sister of last year's sports festival runner up, G.G. E Z." Riku stuck out his tongue for a moment smiling.
The villains got to do some set up before the hero's are set loose, so the two were let into the building early. "I think since I already know your quirk, I'll let you know a bit about mine. My quirk is an emitter type called transfer." He picked up a piece of rubble that he found to demonstrate his ability. He showed the rock in his hand before closing it, and a moment later the same rock dropped down onto Masuyo's head.
"I can send things i touch to any point within a certain range, right now my record is about 20 feet, the conditions are that I must be touching it, and I have to be able to see where I'm sending it. The material can be living or non, but the larger the object the harder it is for me to send it somewhere and thus the shorter my range is. I also don't seem to be able to transfer myself, but even I have to admit I've never actually tried too send myself somewhere else. Basically I'm a living teleportation device provided the previous requirements were met."
"As for my outfit, well." He gestured to the gear he was wearing, He had a set of goggles that were currently over his eyes, and a form fitting uniform, with a belt and a few different support items strapped to them. "The gear I have on me are mostly capture weapons that i can deploy, things like netting, and such, they don't exactly let you have knives so I had to work with what i could convince them to give me."
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He and her exchanged glances, red finding that of amber. A wry smile did not take long to pull at her lips. I suppose you are right I just did not expect it to be so soon. Sora longs to delay the inevitable, to push it aside for the time being however, it appears she has no choice but to comply. This is, after all part of their lesson, and part of their training. At least we do not need to go into the details of our Quirks, like the others do, Sora continued on a sigh. If anything, that is the only benefit of their shared history together. I already know yours, just as you already know mine. It sounds sad, but alas, it is the truth. Sora looked over at him, an eyebrow lifting as she absorbed the details of his costume.
Much as she hates to admit it, Matsuda looks good in it. A moment later, she looked elsewhere, to the ones they will be fighting against. It is going to be interesting, she will say that much. Apparently, the villains have built a bomb, and it is their duty to liberate them of such a weapon. Of course everything is fake, and no one is in true danger, but the task remains the same.
Sora shifted her weight from one taloned foot to the other, ruffling her feathers meanwhile. I feel as though I am going to be quite useless in this, she confessed to no one but herself. In such a confined space, it is not as if she can fly about freely and it is not as though she can hurt her fellow students, those who inspire to be heroes as well.
I believe our best tactic will be utilizing the element of surprise, she spoke up, albeit louder. Your Quirk will make that difficult, but I believe it is our best chance in obtaining the bomb. Sora fought the temptation to roll her eyes, but instead rolled her shoulders. This is ridiculous. Why are they going to such great lengths? Is it to gauge how adept they are at using their Quirks? Perhaps. It could very well be. Sora frowned, preparing herself for whatever lies ahead.
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Cute. Masuyo brushed a hand over her head, just for the hand to disappear into the depths of her pockets. Hm. If she was to be honest with him, she has no idea how useful thatll be in this training but its not like she can say that, not really. Honesty is the best policy, and yet not in this scenario, it feels like.
Actually, now that she thinks about it Masuyo tilted her head, a thoughtful expression settling over the girls features. I have an idea, she told him finally. It will be something we need to test, but A small smile pulling at her lips, Masuyo lifted one of her shoulders to brush the issue aside. Are we allowed to put the bomb where we want? she spoke up, this time asking the teacher her question. Or are we to guard it wherever you put it?
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"Actually I think you are the most valuable asset we have." Matsuda spoke honestly as he looked at the situation. The building was kinda tall, if they went inside of it they would have to spend a lot of their time running the labyrinth of confusing hallways. Meanwhile every room of the building was positioned with windows next to them. Just looking to his partner would tell him exactly how the two would find the bomb.
"Are you strong enough to carry another person yet? I remember back in the day you could kind of lift me off the ground, but I think I've gained weight since then." He looked to her breasts larger than he had ever imagined they would have gotten. "Then again I suppose so have you."
He tried to play off his comment as if he was just trying to be cute with her, but it was pretty obvious where his eyes had lingured the scarf only hid his mouth after all, as the matarial was needed to stop his erratic uncontrollable breathing. "We have half an hour to get in and find the bomb, so most of the work will be up to you. Fly around the building, figure out which floor they are on. Once we know that, then I can launch a full assault on the room with the bomb. In the confusion you only need to grab it with a talon, and we win." He smiled towards her he made the plan sound so simple in execution. "We know one of their quirks is half-n-half, you watched the video of last years sports festival right? she can do the most damage, whatever you do don't try to touch her, judging by how her brother moved, she could freeze you solid."
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"You can prep the room in anyway you see fit. If you desire to move the bomb, you may attempt too, however the thing is a tad on the heavy side."
Riku walked up to the bomb hearing their teachers words placing a hand on the bomb he sighed. A tad was a bit of an understatement. "I could move it maybe five feet a time, but in all honesty by the time i got it anywhere useful i would be exausted. It would be better to use your power, baracade the doors to make sure that no one can get into the building."
Riku shrugged. "I guess I'm relying on you."
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"Yes, I am the most valuable asset," Sora repeated after him, though she said it with an exasperated roll of the eyes and with sarcasm dripping off each individual word. Must he go on in this manner? Why did she have to have him as a partner, of all people? He wants to fix their broken friendship, to turn the hands of time, and she wants nothing to do withhim.If it were anyone else... Sora lifted her head up, amber eyes studying the building before he and her.
Harsh morning light reflected off many a window, making it difficult to see inside. Hm? Ah. Yes. Well. I have not attempted to carry anyone since then, so I honestly cannot say, Sora chose to reply with, her eyes still analyzing the situation itself that is, until he spoke of their both gaining weight. A prickle of intuition had her attention returning onto him.
Is he-? Amber eyes narrowed, but otherwise she said nothing. It is, after all, not important right now. It is a subject best left alone at least, for another time. I might as well take you with me, she pointed out, hopping from one taloned foot to the other. It will save us time, and I can throw you through the window once I have found where either the bomb, or the villains are located. It makes sense. Time is of the essence, and they cannot afford to waste any, not even a millisecond. Lives are at stake. Sora spread her wings wide, the wind whistling through her white feathers as she gained altitude, bit by bit. I suggest you prepare yourself, she spoke up once again. Her talons flex, sunlight flashing off the sharp tips. When she is high enough, Sora held onto his shoulders as gently as she can manage, but firmly, lifting them both up into the air.
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A hand stretched out, frost sparkling between the fingers. Not saying a word, Masuyo cast a layer of thick ice over the floor, across the walls and further down still.
I am already on it. Masuyos eyes swept through the room, looking for any vulnerabilities, anything that could turn the tides later but of course, there isnt. It was surprisingly well-built, given how its likely to be destroyed within the span of a day. Already she is making plans when they confront the heroes... though with his Quirk, she isnt entirely sure where he can -or will- fit in.
No, unless he is able to transfer some of her flames? Masuyo looked about, every breath leaving her lips like fog. Its definitely possible...
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"Wait what?" Matsuda gasped as he felt Sora's talons grab his shoulders. He winced wanting to reflexively fight her off but calmed down after a moment. The last thing that they needed was for him to freak-out and for her to drop him while they were in the air. He shivered slightly when he felt the dagger like appendages poke against his skin he also didn't remember her talons being so sharp when she used to do this as a kid.
As his feet left the ground he looked up seeing Sora strain herself to get them up into the air, yet she did manage to do it. Her skill and strength had clearly increased over the years. "Now when you said throwing me through the glass you didn't mean that literally right?"
Coming up towards a window that was fogged over from heat difference however he was given the answer, as Sora heaved him towards the glass throwing him at the window. "Wait!" He hadn't been ready for it, and in a panic'd state he guarded his face as his body was used against the wall like a projectile. Thankfully he was going at a fast enough speed, and the cold ice had been brittle enough that he didn't have much of a problem crashing through. His body rolled and skidded along the icy floor. Minor cuts formed along his arms, chest and face from where glass had punctured him. Standing up though he found himself in a rather bad position as he was litterally directly between the two 'villains' "Ah crap!"
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Riku could already see that she was questioning the usefulness of his quirk. It wasn't the first time he had heard that kind of complaint. a lot of people had told him that his power held too many limitations, but he had never really seen it that way. Then again he was only giving her about half the story,
Riku shivered as she got to work flooding to the room making it as cold as possible. anyone going through the various halls of the building would likely have been trapped by the wall of ice, then came the shattering window, as one of the enemy team was used as a projectile to gain access to the room as he slid along the ice.
Riku had a much easier time walking along the frozen floor as he got between the window and the bomb as a sort of last line of defense.
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It seems he was not as prepared as she. An exasperated sigh leaving her lips, it was quickly swept away by the wind produced by her wings, never to be heard by anyone else. And she is surprised with this development why, exactly? I swear, she murmured under her breath, getting ready to bring her wings in tight against her body and dive in through the broken window only, one of the villains had moved to stand between the window and the bomb. If she were to do as she originally planned, she risks hurting him in the process.
Sora hesitated, her eyes narrowing while she considered her options. It did not come as a surprise to her, however, that she does not have many. Of course entering the building is of the highest priority, in order to stop the villains, disable the bomb, and save any innocent lives but going through the front door will take too long. Not only that, but if she was to break into the floor below no, it would not work.
A heartbeat later, Sora brought her wings in and went to dive through the broken window. Yes, jagged edges tore at her feathers but as the saying goes: she sucked it up. Drops of crimson appeared on snowy white, though she paid it no mind. No, instead Sora focused on not losing her footing upon the ice, and even spread her wings to keep her balance. It was difficult, she will admit it, but she managed to do so, somehow or another. Once she stabilized, for lack of better words, Sora only spared a glance at the young man she knocked aside before she looked to the villain standing between her and the bomb. Her Quirk is fire and ice. As poetic as it sounds it is also incredibly dangerous to get too close. Is Matsuda going to act-? Not likely. He is panicking at the moment.
Both girls jumped into action. Masuyo had used ice previously, and now flames crackled and flashed about her left side, which she had cutting through the air like a knife. Sora managed to dodge these, by jumping up onto the wall and walking along it, her talons digging in and leaving behind holes. With a jump, she flipped and landed behind the other girl the villain, as it may be.
Lifting a leg up high, Sora used her knee to put a bit of distance between them. Masuyo did jump back, however she took advantage of this opportunity to blow ice over her, frost creeping over the girls wings. A curse on the tip of her tongue, Sora broke through and delivered a blow to the villains belly with her elbow. A grunt is what she received, and Masuyo collapsed onto her knees, breathless.
Matsuda! Sora called out, keeping close in case Masuyo decided to attempt to stop them. Go after the bomb! Does he not see this is the perfect chance?!
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Matsuda was slow to get up, something about having been thrown through a panel of actual glass, He winced feeling something sharp dig into his hands. By the time he had recovered he could see that his partner was already in the midst of a fight, and heard her calling out to him to claim the bomb. He moved forward seeing the large weapon all he had to do was tag it. His hand outstretched for the thing. Out of the corner of his vision came another, he felt something slap his back, and then things got uncomfortable.
For Matsuda it was like a cold sense of vertigo, the ground warping as his visual senses dipped and spun, he coughed, feeling like some sort of liquid puked out of his lungs. For a moment it was like he was turned inside out, or that he was suddenly locked in a room that had all of the air pumped out of it. For the rest of the world it looked like Riku had barely touched Matsuda, a gentle pat on the back, but from that touch it looked like his entire body was pulled back in an instant, and turned horrifically into a black goop, before even that vanished into it's self.
A moment later Rin felt his body in free fall, he twisted and grabbed onto the nearest ledge, feeling his hand be run through on a sharp piece of glass, he screamed an action that cost him dearly because the force of the air escaping his lungs flung him from the tall building and into the open air. He fell plumitting towards the ground only to be caught by a safety net that was deployed from ground.
A bell sounded the end of the exam "Matsuda has been incapacitated, Defenders win."
Matsuda's hand was sliced wide open, along with several other smaller stab wounds, and he was taken by escort to the infirmary. A moment or two later the class was recalled into the observation room, all except matsuda.
Riku for his part had a rather self satisfied look on his face. He held up a hand towards Masuyo for a high five, "yeah defenders win."
The proffessor looked over the class. "Can anyone tell us what went wrong in that attack?"
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Yeah. No. Masuyo didnt hesitate to turn away from the proffered hand, especially given how she just witnessed what he can do with a simple pat on the back. In fact, she found it somewhat disturbing? Is that the right word for it? No, perhaps nauseating is more adept In any case, Masuyo isnt interested in meeting the same fate. Her eyes landed on the fallen girl before her, the one that had put her in a corner, so to speak. It seems she went a tad bit too far before; several of her feathers are burnt, making it to where nearly half her wing has been incinerated.
Is it proper etiquette to apologize? Maybe, but it is already too late - the two injured heroes are being taken away to be looked at by Recovery Girl? Is that right? Masuyo shifted back and forth between her feet, feeling uneasy. Did she go too far-? It was reflex to summon flames, to defend herself from the sharp talons, instinct. Nothing against the harpy, but Rolling her shoulders in a lazy stretch, Masuyo went to follow her 'partner in crime out. It was nice, going out into the warm sunshine, if only for a moment. Mismatched eyes blinking as the pair are assaulted by the light, reflecting off chocolate brown and glacial blue, the girl brought a hand up to shield her eyes.
Everything went wrong, a voice spoke up, though only after a hand was raised.Aikyo Nozomiis not your typical hero with a flashy Quirk, but she can analyze a situation and pick apart the details that have helped or hindered someone. Its her mind quick at work. First and foremost, Nozomi continued, adopting a tone that is informative, a tone many associate with a teacher in front of her students, I feel the need to say it all began with Soras horrible decision to throw her partner through the window.
Nozomi isnt afraid of telling it how it is. In fact, its one of her admirable qualities, since many people are afraid to speak their mind nowadays.
As to be expected, Matsuda was hurt. Not seriously, mind you, but enough to prevent him from thinking clearly. He and Sora should have located both villains, instead of focusing on the one that was in sight, Nozomi went on to explain. Her hands spread in a helpless gesture. The villains, on the other hand, not only had a plan, but executed it beautifully. I personally think Masuyo went a touch overboard, but it proved to be effective, regardless.
Meanwhile, in the infirmary Sora was nursing not just her injuries, but her pride as well. Their performance was shameful. It was just humiliating.
One wing bandaged almost completely, she had it in a sling, and was suffering from several burns as well.
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"Correct!" The teacher said with exuberance as he pointed to the younger woman who had spoken up. He smiled and gave her a thumbs up. "But that of course leads me to the other part of this. While the two villains definitely won this exercise you two went overboard." He was now talking to Riku and Masuyo "And while I am not going to doc either of you two points in this examination because you were in the role of a villain, and the executed your plan of action with impunity I really can't reward hospitalizing your fellow students, as such the two of you will have extra desk work for the next few days."
The teacher nodded and called onto the next group, Riku was standing next to Masuyo at this point but had been moving his mouth mockingly along Aikoyo's unraveling of everything that had gone wrong. "I say it serves them right, if they can't cut it in this industry than they don't really deserve to be here, A couple of burn marks will only get those two to smarten up."
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Matsuda was testing a now bandaged hand. while some of the wound could be healed by recovery girl Sora had needed far more care and energy than Matsuda. His hands would be sore for a few weeks, but he would survive. Now he was just laying back in the infirmary bed waiting to be dismissed along with Sora she was in the bed next to him, and recovery girl had left the room.
"So wanna tell me what you were thinking tossing me through the glass? if you had given me some time i could have huffed and puffed and blown the window down, or if wanted to go extreme we could have gone in a floor above them and knocked out the ceiling for a surprise attack. Oh and just so you know that was real glass, like not sugar glass, the real hard stuff real sharp stuff." He huffed again, but just turned on his side looking away from Sora.
He also probably would have fared better against the elementalist as well. While Sora would have had no problem staying out of Riku's reach. They had everything they had needed to succeed, but that one brash action of taking the largest fish in the pond for herself was what had sealed the deal against them. He looked at the wall for a few minutes than sighed and turned towards Sora. While he wanted to lash out and be angry he also couldn't really hurt her feelings sighing and calming down he looked at her. "You okay?"
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Extra desk work? Hm. And that is punishment how? Masuyo does not mind extra homework, or anything along those lines, as long as it serves a purpose. Her eyes shifted over to her partner, if only for the young woman to sigh and shake her head. Enough. Both Aikyo and Sensei are right. I did go overboard. I should have had more reservation in using my flames, and you should have more respect for your elders, she lectured him, albeit in a cool, honest tone of voice that has no pride or snide contempt woven into the words whatsoever. A small tilt of Masuyos head in his direction had bits and pieces of red and white hair brushing against pale skin.
Aikyo looked over at the two, just to sniff and turn her back to them. It appears she has found two heroes that are obviously not going to pass this course! The teacher prattled on about refraining from injuring their fellow classmates, and she let her eyes wash over the other students. To be honest, none seem very impressive. Yes, Masuyo Todorokis Quirk over fire and ice is powerful, but clearly she had no qualm against hurting others. How disappointing. Aikyo let out a sigh, her brown eyes returning to the teacher once he announced the next teams to be working together as both heroes and villains.
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In the wake of his words, angrily thrown out into the silence without concern as to how sharp -or how deep- they may cut, she resorted to keeping her own mouth shut. Humiliation curled in her stomach, thick and bitter, leaving an unpleasant taste in her mouth. How could it have come to this-? Sora cannot believe that theylost.It did not take overly long for the humiliation to rot, to turn into that of contempt.
Excuse me, she spoke at great length, rising up off the cot. Sora kept her back to him, but looked out through the window to the world beyond, the one which she wants to protect. Her right wing is in bandages, silvery feathers poking out here and there, and yet several are charred and tipped in black. It should not be but a few days before she is at full strength. It is difficult to explain, but she heals very quickly. All Sora requires is a splint and a handful of days to rest.
A roll of the shoulders had pain radiating up and down her side. I do not need any further treatment, Sora replied, her tone surprisingly cool. I am going to return to my room. I truly doubt the teachers expect us to return to class so soon. It does not matter, anyway. It is not as though she can contribute in a positive way, but instead serve as an example as to whatnotto do. I suggest you do the same. Sora could not bear to look at him. Not only is it mortifying, but no, it is difficult to put into words. Farewell. Her spine straight, her shoulders squared, she went to leave him.
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for the most part Matsuda had to consider his time, he only had till the end of the week to use his quirk without having a coughing fit, and he hadn't exactly done that today. And with Sora's back to him he felt like there was this wall he couldn't climb or something he couldn't do. He fell back into the bed. "I need to continue talking to the nurse, you go on." Not like she wanted to walk with him to the dorm, and he needed to speak to recovery girl. When Sora had left he felt like complete garbage.
"I can't heal the wounded heart." She said recognizing the termoil written across Matsuda's face, who chuckled and shrugged it off. "I don't know how to reach her, and I probably won't get any more chances. She was my best friend, and now we can't have a conversation that lasts more than a few seconds without one of us hurting another. I try to do anything for her she gets offended." He huffed, and it blew the air around him moving the bed he was facing. He sighed. "That's not what i need help with though, I think after a few years of not being able to channel my quirk or control it that I have damaged the muscles in my throat, my quirk is basically always on, and it's starting to rip apart something."
He pulled off his scarf to reveal bloody spots on the side that faced him. "It's happening when i breath more heavily or deeply now, instead of just when i focus my quirk." A worried look came across recovery girl and the two went over some tests, including a couple of X Rays of his throat.
"The two sat in a chair for a moment as they looked it over. "It's fixable, we could do a surgery, but there is a 30 percent chance~"
"Only thirty percent chance you can fix me?"
"don't interupt 30% chance you will die, if you live i'd say we can strengthen the fibers in the neck, reduce the swelling, and that will give you more control, however if left untreated, your lungs won't survive the stress, and you will die, not today, not tomorrow, but i'd give it... seven years, four if you continue your hero work. I'll arrange the surgery for the day after tomorrow, that will give me and the other staff enough time to go over everything we will need, and it will give you a chance to fix up the other part of you that's broken."
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Walking back to the dorm he sighed kicking a rock the entire way. He wasn't entirely sure what he could do to help address the other part of his life, he glanced at his phone. call home? his mother didn't talk to him, and he didn't really want to address that side of his family. Maybe he could talk with Sora? She seemed to hate him though, would him dying on the operating table even matter to her? "Who ever heard of a quirk that kills you."
He was looking at his phone, slowly reading up on the surgery details, he oddly wasn't afraid. He had been dead to the outside world for a long time so it didn't really change much, and if it worked well he would have more control, and his lungs wouldn't be at risk of breaking anymore, no more rampant coughing fits that rip the clothing from his body.
Sora, again and again he came back to her, really that was the only part of his life that he wanted to fix. He stopped, and went to the main gate of the school. He went online with his phone, and quickly ordered somethings, he wasn't sure what he was really doing. He just sat at the gate, as he waited for the dilevery, when it came it was a stupid process. "Hey I'll toss you the money you just toss me the stuff, sorry can't explain why but I can't pass the door."
Finally he was holding a bundle of flowers. "This is... the dumbest thing I have ever done." He muttered. "We don't even know if these are flowers she likes anymore. Also that was the last of my food money for the month, how am I supposed to survive? cupped Ramen?" He supposed arguing about finances was a little dumb at this point.
Walking up to the dorms he passed the dorm officer, and walked up the staircase to Sora's room. He knocked on her door. It was kind of late classes were over between talking with the doc, and waiting for the delivery he still had no idea what he was going to say to her. She was probably going to hit him with them anyway. "Hey, it's me."
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How is she ever going to become a hero? It is expected of her. It is the right thing to do, considering that any other option is beyond her capabilities. Sora shut the door behind her, happy to be away from prying eyes and the suffocating weight of expectations at least for the time being. Earlier she asked Hitomi for some time alone, and luckily her bodyguard was more than happy to oblige. A frustrated sigh bubbled up, just as the girl allowed gravity to take over, ever so slowly sliding down until she is curled up on the floor.
Is this how it is going to be from now on? Are they truly unable to work together? It is not as though she wants to, by any stretch, but if she has no other choice Sora opened her eyes to look up at the ceiling, however there are no answers to be found there, or anywhere else, for that matter. As degrading as it is, too she has no one to talk to. Years ago, Sora would have turned to Matsuda for anything and yet, that is no longer the case. He is no longer part of her life, not like he used to be. At one point, he was integrated into each and every day, the person she felt she could rely on, share her secrets with, lean on if she ever needs to but then he left, and she cannot change the past. Sora has moved on, closed her heart off to anyone and everyone.
Maybe I need to reconsider being here she told the empty silence. Perhaps I am not good enough to be a hero. Maybe I should try and do something else with my life How will Father react-? No, there is no question about it: he would be furious. Not only will she disappoint him, she will tarnish the family name, and that is simply not acceptable.
Her heart heavy, depression and rejection curling in the pit of her stomach like a dangerous poison, Sora crawled up onto her feet in order to get ready for the night.
It is always a task to change, but it is the one thing she insists on doing herself despite if she rips the clothes or not.
Sora was actually in the middle of doing just that when an unexpected knock came to her door. A quick glance at the clock revealed more time had passed than she first thought, and that it is far too late to be having visitors. Not only that she is not expecting anyone. A frustrated scowl rippled over her features. At the moment, she is fighting to take off her shirt and of course it had began to tangle about her arms, making it ten times more difficult to complete the seemingly simple task. The frustration boiling into anger, Sora yanked it up and over her head, just to toss it on the floor.
Hey, its me.
What? Matsuda? Sora looked to the door, though of course it is impossible to see through it to the other side. A typhoon of emotions hit her next: anger, depression, guilt, and resentment, one after the other. Why is he here? Does he wish to inform her more on her shortcomings? It was humiliating enough as it is, she does not want to endure another lecture not tonight. A shake of her head had the thoughts scattering to a nonexistent wind.
It is a shame she cannot knock on the wall, ask if Hitomi can get rid of him. Sora struggled to pull on her tank top, just to sigh and fidget. As to be expected her hair is a mess at this point, sticking up towards the back and tangled somewhat. It is difficult to brush her hair, however, without fingers. It does not, however provide her with an answer as to how she shall handle the current situation.
Excuse me, but I do not see a reason I should open the door, Sora spoke up at long last, reluctantly approaching it. I heard enough earlier. I do not need to hear anymore as to how I am inconsiderate, how I am a failure or anything along those lines, thank you very much. A wing reached out to rest upon the cool wood separating he and her. I would actually appreciate it if you could leave me alone for today. I am in no mood to entertain guests. It is but the truth.
As much as she did not want to, Sora pushed down on the handle, having the door swing open so she may see him. It is only polite, after all. A Hanakawa can never be rude, nor can he/she be anything but civil. Please, she said on a sigh, not lifting her eyes up off the floor as of yet. I would greatly- It was then that she did look up and what she found struck the poor girl speechless.
Lilies. It is her favorite flower, in both her favorite colors, pink and yellow, along with miniature purple roses. Their subtle scent washed over her. Sora looked to him finally, not daring to open the door any further, nor did she step out. What do you want? she dared to ask, shifting from one taloned foot to the other before leaning against the door frame.
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"A friend." It sounded a bit cheesy, but he could see how disheveled she was. "I need someone I can talk too, and honestly I..." He looked at her clothing her discheveled state, she was clearly depressed but had managed to beat herself up more than he would have expected, he could see from the claw marks on her shirt that she had been trying to take it off, probably to get ready for bed. He paused for a moment to say the dumbest thing he could think of. "Do you need help?"
He realized a moment after offering that he was offering to help her take off her clothing. His hand went to his face and he groaned why wasn't this ever easy? why couldn't he just talk to her like a normal person. He held out the flowers. "Believe it or not, you are still my best friend, I know that's changed for you, and I don't blame you, but... there is a part of the story I'd like you to hear, the part I wasn't allowed to talk about back than."
He stepped inside her room, and went about straitening up her room a little, finding a jug for the flowers to sit in till he could get her a proper thing. He filled it with cold water and sat it on the table in her room. He moved to the sofa, and pulled off his scarf, trying his best to breath lightly as he did, he turned it over to show her the blood. "I spoke to the doctor, I'm gonna have a surgery, the day after tomorrow, to fix the damage that prison did to my throat, if it succeeds I will be able to have a lot more control over my emitter quirk."
He didn't talk about what happened if the surgery failed, he chose to focus on the good parts of his life at the moment. "So, I know I can't change the past, but I would like to talk about it, the more we don't the more distant we are going to grow. I'd like to clarify somethings, and I assume you have some questions, so if you will humor me take a seat, cause... you look very tired."
He smiled towards her, true and genuine. "I will answer any and all questions you have."
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A friend? How cheesy. Did he not say the exact same thing before? Only without the flowers? Sora thought of pointing out the obvious, but reconsidered. A heartbeat after his question, dark red rose to her otherwise pale features, even going so far as to burn the tips of her ears. N-No! she protested in an instant, lifting her wings up to hide her current problem, however it did nothing but bring attention to the fact she is not wearing a bra. Amber eyes avoided his for the longest time.
It was not until he spoke of the doctor that she dared to look at him, and it was only after he pulled off his scarf. Surgery? Sora did not know what to say. Why is he sharing this with her? It is not as though they are friends any longer A frown threatening to wash over her features anew, Sora twisted to gaze out the window, to the display of colors upon the horizon while the sun set. It helped to calm her nerves, drinking in the rosy pink, the warm gold, the navy blue lurking just beyond.
Day after tomorrow? Does anyone else know?
No, of course his teachers have to be informed of his absence. What a ridiculous question to ask-!
Sora shuffled, not entirely sure what to make of this situation. I I see no point in talking about the past, she chose to begin with, her shoulders squared somewhat. As you said, neither one of us can change what has already happened. I do not have any questions, either. It would be almost cruel to turn him away entirely, however thus, the girl sank onto the sofa at his request, though not too close. In the wake of the word surgery... how can she refuse him? Sora looked over at the vase, her eyes drinking in the vibrant pink and yellow of the lilies he brought her.
I am fine. Thank you. I am not very tired. I just thought I would change and get comfortable before I retire. This is truly awkward. At one point, they could have fallen easily into conversation, laughing and going on about nothing in particular but now, it seems the words do not flow. Sora is halfway tempted to reach out and touch one of the flowers, pull its scent into her lungs, however now is not the time.
How No, a better question is: what do you wish to address, Matsuda?
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"The faculty probably know by now but your the only person I am telling. There is no one else I'm on speaking terms with. My mom never spoke to me again after I was arrested." He sighed for a moment looking at the ground.
"Context can sometimes help to heal the wound." Matsuda said in terms of changing the past no that couldn't be done, but maybe she would understand why he did what he did, and that could end up healing the now. He shrugged as she sat down. Her first question was a good one. "No one ever listened to my side of the story, I was silenced and thrown into a cell. I never really got a public trial, and i received the maximum punishment for crimes I... okay I committed them, but still don't you think that's a little weird?" He sighed and leaned back into the chair curling up lifting his bare feet to the sofa as he looked at Sora.
"To understand everything I have to start at the beginning. They called the group of people I was with theives, which is... well it's in the grey area. I won't defend them, lord knows none of those assholes ever defended me, but they were vigilantes. All the places they broke into were homes of villains that's why I felt like i could reach out to them. My father had vanished from the face of the earth, the eighth strongest just vanished, and no one could give us any answers. I dug around in a storage locker my dad owned, and I found a Journal, the date entries were from the week before he vanished, and gave an address. I needed to know what was in there, so I reached out to a small group whom I thought could help me find my father." Matsuda shook his head. "It was dumb, I kept you out of it because I knew it was dumb, and because if it had taken my father from me, than it was probably bad."
"and bad it was. Do you remember last year when a bunch of creatures attacked the city? those half formed humans, with their brains exposed?" He looked to the ground for a moment. "We found a warehouse at the address, we went inside, and we found some of those things, though not nearly as developed, If I had to guess it's some kind of growing process, the room was lined with surgical tools a medical bed, everything wreaked of bleach it was like walking into a hospital with how sterile everything was. We took pictures, thought we would just go to the police, then... honestly I don't remember what happened at that point. It sounds lame, but I remember only brief bits from everything past seeing those half formed bodies, something hit one of us, I remember using my quirk to blow down a wall, a brick wall by the way something I have not been able to do since or before, my guess is adrenaline helped me expand my lungs and force out enough wind. We ran, we scattered, I made it all the way home and I hid under my bed till morning... when the police came to knock on my door. Apparently a camera across the street had seen the wall explode. I was hit with breaking and entering, property damage, and several other things, and when i tried to get the police to go see the warehouse, it was clean. Even the smell was gone, it was just a dusty old room that no one had been in for years."
"Of course my camera was gone, I think I dropped it in the commotion, and the group I was with never re appeared to collaborate my story. My guess is they were either found by whom ever owned the warehouse, or they did the smart thing and got the fuck out of japan." Matsuda shrugged. "Then last year, the incident happened. Those creatures appeared, and oh hey there was this one kid who talked about that six years before it happened. Suddenly I was getting visits from Pro-hero's and one of my father's former friends gave me the chance, house arrest on UA for a year, good behavior and good grades, become a hero, and be pardoned for my crimes."
"But for years I tried to talk about my story, and no one would listen. The state approved therapist once wrote qoute 'he clings to a childish delusion that he was faced with some great phantom evil.'" Matsuda just rolled his eyes. "So there, that's my story. It doesn't change anything, but... Maybe you can understand a bit more of why things ended up the way they did?"
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Sora listened to his story without interruption: not only because it would be rude otherwise, but because she did not know what to say, either. It all sounds so ludicrous, and yet knowing him, it can be nothing but the truth. What does he have to gain by lying?
"I... I do not know what to say," she chose to begin with, first and foremost. "I just... I am lost for words." Yes, it may very well be pointing out the obvious, but it is the only truth she can provide him. Sora feels... restless, but she also believes she owes him the common courtesy to remain where she is. Amber eyes darted away from the young man, if only to take in details of the room she has not yet gotten accustomed to. Nerves dance in the pit of her stomach, a feeling she has little experience with. Why-? Why tell her this now? Is it because of the surgery? Is he afraid he may not live to tell her this story after-? It is an unsettling notion.
An impulse had her rising up off the sofa, in order to pace about. Sora just had no idea how she shall react. If this were anyone else, she would have an inkling, but this has to do with the one person she swore never to get involved with again. Her heart can only take so much. Years ago, she chose to close it off to anyone and everyone, as to not get hurt like he hurt her and now, he wants her to open the walls she built around it? Really? It is asking a lot. Sora brushed her wings over her shirt not that it did a great deal of good in solving the issue, but it served as a wonderful, albeit brief, distraction. Her eyes avoided for as long as was well, as long as it was impossible, however she cannot avoid him forever. Matsuda is, after all in her room. Pausing in the middle, Sora brought herself to look him in the eye, though she doubts she can find the answers she is looking for in their depths.
Yes I understand your position, and I sympathise. No one believed your tale before, not until there was proof they could not deny. I just I truly do not know what to say, or what to think. Do you care to give me a bit of time to process this? It is not an unreasonable request. Anyone else in her place would need time to step back, to think over everything. Sora is not being unkind, by any means. A few more words were exchanged, more like pleasantries than anything else, but it was not long before they were bidding each other a good night. It was a bit awkward, to say the least however, they are on more civil terms? Is that what this is? Of course it is difficult to say, or to tell this early on. In the past, they were the best of friends and now, they are having to start anew. Sora collapsed onto her bed once he was gone, looking up at the ceiling with silver spilled over the navy blue blankets. How is she supposed to take this-? In a way, she can understand the position he was in back then, however he did not tell her any of it before he ran off to join the motley crew of thieves. Did he not trust her? Yes, he wished to protect her, and that is commendable, yet if he shared with her his thoughts, she could have talked him out of it. A soft sigh left her lips, and rolling over onto her side, Sora tried to calm her racing mind and get some sleep. It was easier said than done but she has no other choice, if she is to attend classes tomorrow.
And as she should have expected beforehand, things just had to go drastically wrong. For one thing, Sora overslept. It appears that Hitomi was summoned by her father to deliver a report, so she was left alone to deal with this chaos. It is nearly impossible for her to change into the school uniform, too. Ooh-! Bemoaning her misfortune, Sora hurried to collect her things, knowing fully well she is going to, more than likely, embarrass herself in front of everyone as of today. Is that just not lovely? Sora nearly tripped over her feet on the way to the door, but luckily she managed to knock her elbow against the dresser and, in doing so, prevent herself from falling flat on her face.
I cannot believe this! Sora cried out, nursing this new injury. Is her luck truly so poor?!
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Sleep had been a bit of a lark. It had been impossible to get any kind of rest for Matsuda as he struggled through the memories of that night. Having told his story had brought nightmares long dealt with back to his brain. He struggled for a long while to try and maintain his composure but several times through the night he awoke wanting to scream, feeling like he was being strangled, feeling the earth heave and something chase him, yet each time when he woke he was alone, in the darkness of his room. The only real thing that decorated his room were a couple of posters of various pro hero's, a shelf of figurines dedicated to female heroes that he had collected over the years. His personal favorite was on the night stand a figure of Mt Lady.
He was alone in that room. He sighed feeling the room shift with his breath. He sighed feeling cold. He had faced non existence before, death wasn't so bad. He wasn't afraid of the surgery, no he was stuck on a trauma much older, and telling Sora his story sure he may have opened the way for the two of them to have been mended, but the cost was ripping open old wounds. Wounds that years of repression had thought to close. He had spoken so openly, so calmly and yet deep down all he felt was the fear and the desire to run, like his lizard brain was screaming that he was in danger, but this was UA, it was literally the safest and most secure location in the world.
Morning didn't offer much more clarity than that. The fear had lingered, and the sleep had evaded him. All in all he thought maybe he got 2, three hours of solid rest but not enough. He kept his shower cold just so he could be better awake, and used the coffee pot he had in his room to try and wake him up even more with a hot brew of black sludge that was instant coffee. Walking out of his room he realized he had the door across from Sora.
He hadn't even thought about that when he had taken the room. The only reason he had noticed now was because he could hear her screaming as he opened the door. He looked over to her as she looked like just as much a mess as he did. He glanced at his clock slowly coming to the realization that he the two of them were late for breakfast. He held up his travel mug, a bright green cup with the words 'evil genius' written on it. He held it out towards Sora "Coffee?"
He sipped on the elixir of life either way. Walking towards her, he saw her hair was a mess her clothing wasn't put on properly. "Your shirt is on backwards." He said softly. "Do you need help?" He stood there, offering her coffee, and help and half expected to be rejected.
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Coffee? It sounds heavenly and yet, she was reluctant to accept his generous offer. It is humiliating he has to see her like this, but she cannot rewind time and alter what has already been done. Heat licked at her features, however Sora pretended as if she is not blushing, that she is not flustered, instead looking to him with a wary glint in her eyes. It is far too early to be considering everything that has occurred between he and her only last night. Far too early. Many silver threads of hair swayed forward right then, and a wing lifted in order to deal with the present issue. I would absolutely love some coffee, Sora begrudgingly admitted, shuffling towards him to accept the offer of coffee. Did he add anything to it? Cream? Sugar? Sora likes it sweet herself, but he could very well prefer his black.
No. Wait. What? Her shirt-? It was not until then that she noticed just how disheveled she was. How did she manage to put her shirt on backwards?! Sora paled, only a heartbeat later, to blush darkly. A rosy red spread from ear to ear, which just so happens to be a nice contrast against the golden-amber of her eyes, the silver of her hair. I I did not realize, she replied to him, trying to keep her composure, but of course, failing horribly in that aspect. I-I should have, before I left my room I just I did not know Hitomi left to deliver a report to Father, and well What else is there to say? It seems she is helpless without some sort of assistance in everyday activities
Sora was thinking of ways she can excuse herself -and hopefully without any further embarrassment-, however he proceeded to ask her a question that struck her speechless. Did he really just offer-? No, of course not. It would be It just At a loss for words, it was a heartbeat or two before she could bring herself to say anything at all. I I do appreciate the thought, but do you believe that is wise? I do not know if I want to accept you back into my life, or be friends again, and your help would require taking off my shirt and
Heat once again rose to her face, and yet there was no denying the fact she is flustered. No one has ever seen her naked except Hitomi, but she does not count, not really. It is highly unlikely she has an opinion on her body though if she were to find it off-putting, it would be disheartening? No, that is not the right word oh, it is too early to be thinking of this! Sora cannot go to class, not if she looks as awful as she feels. A furtive glance was stolen at him, a veil of silver concealing this fact from him.
If you were to help me she decided to speak up at long last, I do not want you to look. I need to keep some shred of dignity, Sora huffed next, looking very much like an impudent five-year-old at the moment. How else is she to preserve not just her dignity, but her pride as well?
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Matsuda had made his coffee blend strong today, because it was needed too keep him awake at this point. He had added sugar to it, but no cream, and so when he offered a drink from his mug she would find it to be sweet but strong, apparently some sugar in Matsuda's book was like 4 cubes. He stepped into the room and nodded when she accepted his help on the promise was that he wouldn't look at her body. "
He kept his face neutral so as to hide any disappointment in not being able see anything. It had been a long time since he had seen anything related to a woman's body, well before he could appreciate it any way at least. He smiled still knowing that just having her accept his help was a step in the right direction for the two of them. Walking back into her room he stepped behind her. "Okay I won't look now put your wings up."
True to his words he didn't look, his eyes stayed focused more on his task, and he stayed well enough behind her that at most he may have gotten a glance at the side of her breast, what he was really seeing was the bare of her back. He turned the shirt around and just as he had pulled it off her it was on back around her. He then lifted her long white hair out of her shirt. "we don't really have time to brush your hair at the moment, I'll take the brush and we can get it done after breakfast."
He retrieved the brush that Hitomi would normally use, and put it in his pocket. Before heading with Hitomi to the elivator offering her drinks of his coffee as they walked. Helping her and lifting the cup to her lips. He remembered back in the day he would do this kind of thing for her all the time, and for free, now she had Hitomi, and he was pretty sure the body guard did not like him at all. Then again the woman was payed by Sora's father and there was no question that the man hated him. Sora's dad had disliked him back when he had just been the boy next door.
"How is your family?" He asked curious for a moment, wanting to know about other elements than just her father. "When we have a holiday break, do you plan on going to see them?
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How mortifying. Is she really so helpless that she has to rely so heavily on someone else? Sora loathes the fact, but what else can she do? Rip off her wings? Kick? Scream? It would be childish of her, and it shall accomplish nothing except aggravating her more so. Her heart in her throat -of course figuratively speaking-, Sora finally dared to open her eyes once he pulled her hair out of her shirt. Breakfast? Do they have enough time-?
Amber-gold glanced up at him for but a moment, only to fall away at the subject of her family. It is not one she brings up herself, not if she can help it. I suppose my family is doing fine, she replied at great length, albeit reluctantly. I have not heard anything that requires my concern or worry. Mother is doing well. Father is busy with the company, so I have nothing to report. Holiday break? Oh. Right. It is coming up soon Sora blinked as she is temporarily blinded by sunshine pouring in, just to frown a heartbeat later.
I believe I will be expected to return. A shoulder lifted in a nonchalant shrug, though it did not portray any of how she felt about the protest of seeing her family again. I know Father has spoken at great length that I need to be more involved in the business and Mother supports his decision. I should be looking forward to the opportunity. Sora did not look to him for his reaction, but instead chose to look elsewhere. If you do not mind my asking why the inquiry? You know of my family situation already.
Sora finally brought herself to look at him, though not directly, through a veil of tangled silver. Is he trying to make idle chit-chat? To pass the time? Or is he attempting this to put her at ease? It is difficult to tell. Sora knows not if she can ever forgive him, or see him as a friend. A great deal has happened over the past five years and she is not the same girl he knew her to be. Tell me something, she spoke up again, fidgeting a bit under his scrutiny? No, that is not quite the right word judging stare? No, no Oh, what does it matter? Soras mouth opened, and yet she could not find the right words to ask.
Why? I know that you want us to be friends again, like old times. I just do not understand the reason why. I I was not a good friend. You can easily find new friends, if you put your mind to it. I just I do not understand why you insist on being friends again.
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Listening to Sora talk about her family was about as pleasant as listening to someone having their teeth pulled out. Matsuda could pretty much instantly tell that she was struggling to talk about anything good when it came to her family. He remembered only small things from the visits he used to have with her, he remembered her mom being kind, and her dad being distant, and apparently that had been pretty much the same to now. The formal way in which she refered him, calling him father, it felt awkward.
His dad, when he had been alive had always been dad, he had been close to the man. Which was why his disappearance had been so hard on Matsuda, and why he had tried to go to such great heights and dangers to try and find out any information about what had happened to the man he had loved. As the two of them walked he supposed it was only fair that she ask him why he was suddenly inquiring about her broken home, he knew it was unpleasant at least from back when he had visited, and Sora had all but told him things had not improved.
"I wanted to know if things had improved is all. Believe it or not that had always kind of nagged at me." A lot of things had nagged at him while he had been locked away barely allowed a thought or breath. When she asked why he was insistent on being friends again he just sighed he thought he had covered this last night.
"I don't have anyone else. My mother refuses to talk to me, my father is... still missing." He said the last part as if he was pulling his own teeth at that point, he knew deep down his father was probably dead, it had been so many years since that time when he had vanished, but he never admitted that the man was gone verbally he was only ever missing as if he would suddenly show up at UA alive and well.
"Yes I can make new friends, and I am sure I will, if tomorrow goes well." He added the last part under his breath. "I never thought of you as a bad friend, you were my best, my closest. If anyone was a bad friend it was probably me I should have told you what was going on instead of trying to push you away." He admitted his wrong doing and sighed. "Those are all things we can't fix, what i can fix is the now. I want to be your friend again because you are literally the last living connection I have on this world. You told me that you learned you didn't need friends because of what I did.... but I'm not going to stop offering because."
"Because I need you."His voice was suddenly very meek when he said that. "It's an emotional... dumb need, but seeing you again after all those years..." He bit his lip at that point he felt like he was saying too much. Heck he had probably just creeped Sora out, who the hell said that they needed someone. He shivered for a moment this time it was his eyes refusing to meet hers, he didn't want to look at her, he already knew she would reject him, she had been doing that all week.
"Without you, I become a ghost with no real connection in this world. Yes I could make new friends, but I would have no past. I can have this second chance, but without your acceptance... honestly your opinion is the only one that matters to me anymore. it's the only one that ever mattered to me."
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It has? Why? To be a Hanakawa means she is meant for greater things, as Father put it. In fact, she is held to higher standards than the other students. Sora has to work harder than everyone else, not just because she cannot do a lot of things herself but because she has to prove herself worthy of the name. Is it so much to ask that she be treated like any other teenager? To be treated as normal for once in her life? Amber glanced over his way once again, and yet she did not dare breach the subject or interrupt, not until he is through.
Yes, it seems that many a mistake has been made in the past, on both their parts. Their actions -or lack thereof- should not play this big of a role on the present, however. A small frown appearing upon her lips, Sora meant to say something or another and yet, she did not take advantage of the opportunity. No, she was struck speechless and she knew not what to think. How can he need her? It would make sense if she was providing some sort of emotional support, or did something of value for him, but she does not. Once again she looked to him, but she could not find anything to say not without looking completely ridiculous.
Need? Her? It seems like he means to flatter her, to make it to where she knows not how to think of this. For a moment, she thought he meant it in a different context but of course that is silly. Matsuda has no other feelings for her besides that of friendship. How can anyone find a girl with feathers attractive-?
Sora lifted her eyes to the sky, studying the brilliant blue that which has stretched from horizon to horizon the wisps of white that is clouds dancing high above. I do not understand how my opinion is of such high regard, she spoke at long last, though it took her a moment to find the right words. I do understand that your family leaves much to be desired, as does mine, and yet It was then that frustration sank in, causing her to trail off as she considered what to say next.
Matsuda I Sora looked to him, as though doing so may provide her with answers but of course, it did nothing of the sort. No, instead, it made it more difficult to find the right words, to offer her opinion, her thoughts. You wish only to have this friendship again out of fear, right? she finally managed to say. It is because the surgery scares you, and I can understand that. Mortality has a way of driving us to do the oddest things. You do not want to feel alone. I What does she do now? Sora does not know if she can forgive him for what happened in the past, for his neglect on their friendship his tentative trust that failed to compel him to tell her what was going on.
A heartbeat later, she could not help but release a sigh. I suppose if it is to satisfy an emotional, dumb need... I can allow our friendship to resume where it left off, Sora begrudgingly caved. It is not as though such a friendship will be without merit. Our Quirks could work well together, provided that we work together and communicate better. I think the best term for this would be a partnership, though A shrug rolled through her shoulders, just for a glance to be thrown his way.
How else are they to proceed? It is not as though they could be friends like they were before, especially being that she cannot bring herself to let him get so close again. More than likely, he will end up hurting her, and she could not survive a second assault on her heart, not by him. Sora let the warmth of the sunshine banish the cold threatening to enclose upon her heart, closing her eyes for but a moment. Let us put this subject behind us, she told him after a minute or so of silence. We need to hurry and eat, or else be late for class.
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"Don't try to psychoanalyze my reasons." Matsuda said when she questioned if it was because of the surgery and his sudden brush with mortality. Mortality, the inivitability of death, well those things had never actually bothered him before. His life had been difficult and in the dark of his jail cell, when he had no one around him who cared about him, when he had been burried and forgotten by everyone he had cared about before hand. Not allowed to breath his full chest because it had a chance of decimating the earth and metal he was surrounded by.
There were things in this world much worse than death.
The way she said the word friendship, honestly made him groan, the way she talked about it being benificial and 'not without merit.' he had never heard someone talk about a friend in such a sterile way. It was like she used logic to pick apart matters that were far more emotional. A brief memory of the more vibrant girl he remembered, and then he was met with the beautiful, but rather gloomy woman she had become. Was that because of him? had he damaged her beyond repair? He had been focused on what had happened to him in the time he had been gone, but he hadn't really considered the damage to her.
Before he could ask about why she was so cold... she told him to put the subject behind them, and for now he would nod and follow that request. Walking out into the sunlight he sighed there was a light breeze today, and he had to admit that was refreshing to feel on his skin.
"Okay." In truth he was starting to worry that he was dragging them down by always talking about this past. So trying to talk more about the future made things easier. "Do you by any chance have any notes I could borrow from the last few days?" He asked cause he knew she had missed classes, but Hitomi had probably taken notes for her as well.
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Psychoanalyze-? Is she really? Is that all she is able to do now? Is she unable to grasp her emotions? Or act out on them? Sora did not think of that nor does she like the prospect she may not be to understand what she feels in her heart. A frown tugging at the corners of her lips, it was a moment or so before she came to realize he asked her a question. Hm? Oh. Ah. Yes. I do have notes, Sora replied, distracted by the breeze ruffling her feathers. It was nice, refreshing even. I have a device that records the lectures Hitomi does not intervene with my studying methods, except to get notes if I miss the classes. I actually memorize everything I can, for the tests and such.
Uh oh. Did she make things awkward, by opening her mouth earlier-?
Most likely. Perhaps it would be best if she keeps quiet. It seems that every time she says anything, it only makes things worse. Sora did not dare look at him again, but instead chose to have her eyes study the colorful flowers nearby. Being that Hitomi had to get her notes during her time of recovery, she will have to study the meticulously neat handwriting of her bodyguard, and yet he will need them, too, if he is to pass the classes. If she is not mistaken, a test is coming up Sora lifted her eyes as he held open the door for her, only for her ears to be assaulted with the noise of more than half a dozen conversations going on at once.
Yikes. It is moments like this that Sora dreads. A wing lifted as though to hide her tangled silver hair, but of course, it is pointless to do so. Amber eyes dropped as they entered the building, finding the floor to be more interesting all of a sudden. I do not usually eat breakfast, she brought up.
If you want to, that is perfectly fine by me, but... At a loss for words, Sora let herself trail off. It used to always be a topic of discussion, her eating habits being that everyone thought she should eat more. A veil of silver hiding her face from view, she went to take a seat nearby, as to prevent any arguing or tension.
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"Why don't you normally eat breakfast." Matsuda looked over Sora for a moment. She honestly seemed like ate enough she had a good figure, her body wasn't too thin. As she went to get a table, he went to get food. He kept pondering why Sora would want to starve herself, there was no logic to that choice. He quickly got together two breakfasts, they were simple, a fruit, some juice, a bagel with cream cheese. They were simple cause they were still running late, and as he arrived back at the table with Sora he placed one of the trays in front of her.
"You have a long day ahead of you." He said softly. He had tried to get only food that she should have been able to handle with her wings. Stuff that didn't require his help to eat. He wasn't about to accept her body as an excuse to not take care of herself, and if she really did use that then he would go the extra mile, taking the bagel that was for her and lifting it up to her.
Matsuda had no issue being a temporary care taker, there was no shame in it for him. Heck he actually enjoyed feeding her it was kind of cute, like something a couple would do. He smiled at her. He saw the tension that she was carrying, and moved to sit a little closer so that he didn't have to yell over the voices around him. He was close enough that honestly he could feel her body heat radiating off of her, he blushed at just how close the two of them were physically.
His arm brushed against her wing, and he felt the softness of her feathers. He had completely forgotten that. He looked at Sora with an odd fondness perhaps even loving glance. "let me help you." He whispered against her.
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Sora looked up at him through a tangle of silver, amber just barely visible through the strands. A long day ahead? No, not necessarily-? Yes, Hitomi is not here to provide assistance on more of the difficult tasks, but she will manage somehow. Her attention switched to the two trays he brought, a small frown threatening to overtake her features. Did he just not listen-? It is inconsiderate that he took it upon himself to bring her breakfast, though she specified she does not usually eat this early or is it? No, this is not the time to be considering it.
Thank you, Sora begrudgingly told him, even if she did not feel a great deal of gratitude towards the gesture. It looks as though he was thoughtful enough to bring her things that are easy to eat, which has to be something, she supposes. About to try and fix a bagel for herself -because, quite frankly, it seems to be the easiest to deal with-, Sora did not expect him to take it and lift it nor did she expect him to shift a bit closer.
Uh oh. Heat did not hesitate to rise to her face and of course, her heart decided right then to flip over inside her chest, only to beat faster. The tips of her ears burning as well, leaving no doubt as to how she felt at that exact moment, Sora fidgeted nervously in her seat hoping against hope, though futile as it may be, he did not notice. Matsudas arm brushed against her wing, too serving to make matters worse. Their eyes met, crimson red and golden amber and it was almost as though the world fell away.
Let him help-? Red quickly replacing the pink upon her cheeks, Sora had no words of protest nor could she think of anything to say. No, instead it was almost as though she had no other choice but to succumb to his wishes. Sora bit her lip before opening her mouth for a bite despite the fact this feels like something a couple would do.
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Matsuda could see how red her face had gotten his own was aglow as well, this was probably the closest he would ever get to being in a relationship. He kept telling himself that he was only trying to help his close friend, that this was not a romantic moment for the two of them, that even if he saw it that way he knew she never would agree to that. So he tried to hide this as him just helping even if it was a lot more intimate than he had expected.
When she could take over eating for herself he turned to his own breakfast, his ears burning for a moment as he felt a lot more red. He lowered his scarf, and ate at his own food. Still sitting beside Sora. He was recovering from the intimate moment, but he also never pulled away. He stayed a lot closer to Sora than he had previously.
His red eyes would occasionally peek back to her golden ones. There was a real urge to try and steal a kiss, and that was where he had to break it off. "Come on, we should go to class." he said standing up finishing his food, he fell in line behind Sora.
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Why is her heart beating so fast? Why does her face feel like it is on fire? Sora did not know the answer to any of these questions, but she can pretend as though she was not affected by what just happened between he and her. It is easier said than done, though. For some reason, she feels sort of jittery. Sora nibbled at the breakfast he was kind enough to provide her with, however it seems she has lost her appetite. Then again, she did not have much of one to begin with.
Matsuda did not pull away, either which did not help calm the butterflies any. In fact, Sora was very aware of his presence to the point that she had to fight against the urge to fidget, or move away. At one point, she could have sworn he had kept glancing over at her, but of course that is just ridiculous. He is not interested inher,not in a feathered freak.
Oh. Ah. Yes. Sora stood to join him, however she did not expect him to slide in behind her. A look over her shoulder had silver rippling down the length of the girls back curling just so at the junction of her hips. Do you plan on walking behind me the entire time? she felt the need to ask. I almost feel as though I have a shadow and I am used to having Hitomi with me. Sora did not say anything else before heading off down the hallway back to the elevator they had used prior.
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"S-sorry." Matsuda said still recovering from the odd experience when she asked if he was going to stay behind her. He hadn't even really realized he had been walking slightly behind her, and yet the view it had ascribed to him, his eyes during that short walk had been stuck on the ladies backside. The rounded butt that Sora had, he hadn't even really been aware that he had been so focused on the girls legs and ass until she had mentioned that he was walking like he was her shadow or body guard. He stepped himself up, and came to walk beside her. But his eyes were now trying to avoid her.
Breakfast had apparently awoken a very different appetite one he hadn't been able to really pursue while he had been in juvenile detention, and one he could not even stat to to look up since his computer was monitored and tied to the schools network. No porn, just his imagination, and for some reason every image his imagination could conjure came with downy soft feathery wings, and two very soft golden eyes. He rubbed his eyes for a moment trying to shake those images from his head, even as he was standing next to the embodiment of them. If she hadn't wanted to be his friend, than she certainly would not want to hear about being his fantasy girl.
"It just felt kind of right." He had never really been equal to Sora, not really. Before he had been a prisoner, her family had been more important than his. With her father running the agency that his father had worked at. As children it had mattered little, nowadays he had to wonder what would happen. Hitomi was off reporting to Sora's father no doubt that the woman would tell the man Matsuda was back in his daughters life. At which point how would her father react? Would he even be around to see that reaction.
"Plus I didn't want to hit you with a stray breath or anything." He said making the excuse that he had been trying to aim away from her body. even if the truth was that his eyes and face had been directed almost implicitly towards her ass.
He was about to open his mouth more to say something, but it seemed the two of them had finally arrived at the classroom, and so they would have to take their seats, even if they were sitting almost directly next to one another.
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It just felt-? Sora looked to him, only to find he is avoiding her eyes. Did she do something wrong? Did she offend him somehow? It has been so long since they have last spent any time together, it is difficult to tell if she has said the wrong thing or not. Sora thought of speaking up, however she did not know how to ask of the awkward tension that has suddenly found a way into their conversation? No. Oh well. It is not as though she needs to define everything. Amber eyes falling away, Sora was thinking perhaps it is best if she keeps quiet when he spoke again, and yet his explanation did not make any sense.
Apparently, he meant to say something as well, because it was then that their eyes met at long last but it seems they have reached their destination. Sora tore her eyes away from him, but what is the point? Do they not sit right next to each other? It is not as though she can pretend like he is anywhere else. No, wait. What happened to her seat-? It is different. Sora lifted a wing, the silvery-white feathers hiding how flustered she is only a small bit. Has the teacher lost his mind?! A hint of pink rising to her otherwise pale features, she shuffled between her feet -talons, technically- and ever so slowly began to make her way towards it. Hesitation had her looking about in the hopes that this is a cruel joke, but alas - it appears not.
Sora sank into her new seat, somewhat surprised to find it is easier to do so in this one than it was the previous. No one offered to give her an explanation as to why this came to be. Nor did she ask. A few threads of silver swaying to obscure her face from view, the young woman listened closely to the lesson, seeing as how she has no device to record the lecture, or the kind Hitomi to jot down notes. How she will pass the upcoming test, she has no idea. Sora could not help but look at her potentially new friend every so often, though, being that she found the events of earlier quite strange.
Hanakawa? Are you alright? Taken by surprise, Sora blinked and focused on Yaoyorozu Momo, if she remembers correctly, just to offer a polite smile. Y-Yes, I am just fine, she replied on the softest of laughs. Thank you for your concern, though.
Black eyes closed as a sheepish smile bloomed before her eyes. No, you have no need to thank me. I just thought you looked pale is all. Momo rolled back onto her heels, just to move to return to her seat diagonally from the two.
human
"Ah miss Hanakawa, Mr. Ito, how good of you to join us... twelve minutes late." The teacher at the end of the class room looked completely unimpressed with the two stragglers as they made their way to their desks. The teacher went on with his lesson for a bit, before ascribing some hand outs and personal work.
Matsuda noticed the new desk and was curious, but at the same time was more embarrassed that he had apparently dragged Sora behind in class. Apparently his watch was off by a bit, and the two of them really shouldn't have stopped for breakfast. However the two of them were still on light duty. If anything the thing he didn't like was the fact that he was hearing murmurings about the two of them. After the injuries and time they spent together Matsuda was sure that there would be rumors starting up about the two stragglers. He just hoped that the fellow students were mature enough not to go on and on about them.
The teacher walked to Sora's desk as he was going about giving out hand outs, but stopped for a moment. "You will notice Miss Hanakawa that your desk has been re-arranged. I spoke to the people down in the support class, and gave them a bit of a project." He said in reference to the desk. "Before you were in public school correct? Often in those schools they don't like to give out accommodations. They think everyone should be graded equally, it's the same reason why quirks aren't allowed in P.E. From this point forward Miss Hanakawa for your personal work you will not be allowed to use Hitomi as your scribe. I will allow you to use a recorder for lectures, but for all tests and home work, and lecture notes, I would like you to try writing with this." He placed a specially designed pen on the desk, which slanted and adjusted so that it would be easier for her to access. "Simply put you should have enough dexterity in your talons, that you should have mastered writting a long time ago using them. I have adjusted your course work so that you can get used too the new form of writing as I don't think you have ever used them in this way before, but for the rest of the year you will be forced to push yourself out of your comfort zone, and use your talons as your hands."
"It's all in the effort to go beyond what we expect of ourselves. You have my full confidence that with these adjustments you will be able to write your own work in the long run. I'm also having a copy of this desk sent to your room for out of classwork. I would have told you all of this before the class started, but it seems you're light duty has made you a touch tardy."
The teacher walked up to Ito and put a hand out on his desk as well. "I know you were injured as well, and I am aware of your... health issues, so I will allow your tardy behavior to slide today, but you are already on a thin line, see that you do not hang yourself with it."
Matsuda let out a verbal whine and wrapped his scarf tighter around his face for a moment to hide the blush. "Now today is day two, so you will be choosing a class president and vice president from among you." The teacher went on. "We will allow you some time to get more antiquated with each of your other members, and then you will choose your nominations."
gpt
Oh. Oh no. Please. No.
All throughout class, she is to be stuck in the horrible, humiliating situation where she has to use her talons-? Everyone is going to laugh-! Not only will she look foolish, it will be a mockery of the Hanakawa name. Already she can feel heat rising to her face, as if to prove her thoughts true. As quickly as she can manage, she bowed her head out of shame.
Why did the teacher feel a need to do this-? Is it because of Hitomi? Did he find her presence to be a distraction? Or annoying? It is difficult to say. His words are carefully spoken, not to mention kind and supportive however, she could not help but feel frustrated at this turn of events. Sora refused to lift a talon to touch the pen specially designed for her. It was almost like admitting defeat. Yes, she listened to the lecture, but she did not take notes. Must everyone make her decisions for her-? Father has high expectations of her, and demands she rise to the occasion and yet, why the teacher? Did Father say something to him-?
No, not likely. Father always spoke in the past about how using her talons was undignified, how she is never to do so in public. Sora looked to the wings she was born with -cursed with, more like- and how the light rippled over snowy silver. Why was she born with wings instead of hands-? It would be a far easier thing to be dealt with. The Hanakawa name is a heavy burden, and it is nearly impossible to carry upon her shoulders without hands to steady the weight. Sora closed her eyes her blank expression crumbling for but a moment, revealing the turmoil hiding underneath the facade. It is tempting to cry however, there are several reasons why she cannot. It seems she is to endure this new torment that is, until she can find some other way of handling the situation. Is there a way she can take her tests privately-? Without anyone else in the room? It would not hurt to try and ask, at least Sora can feel the heat of tears burning at her eyes, thus quickly turned away so no one could notice. Taking a deep breath helped her calm down somewhat but it was not enough. Why does this have to happen to her-?! It is just horrifying, the idea she might have to write in front of everyone using her talons then again, when is the last time she practiced? Two years ago? Three? No, it had to have been longer than that.
Wait. Are they to pick their class president? So soon? Sora fought against the impulse to scowl, and instead let out a delicate sigh and look elsewhere. It is not as though she can nominate anyone; this is only their second day, of course she has no idea who is best qualified for the position! The only people she knows in this class is Matsuda Ito and Yaoyorozu Momo, the first because of their shared history, the second because of coincidence.
A hand was raised, and surprisingly enough, Yaoyorozu Momo was first to be nominated as president. Both hands lifted to wave, a pleased yet bashful smile spreading across the young womans face. M-Me? Momo replied on a soft laugh. I-I dont know what to say-!
human
Matsuda was probably the only person who noticed the fact that Sora seemed closer to having some form of panic attack. He had been with her a long time, and even when they were kids she had mixed feelings about using her talons. She had back when they were kids, and it had never bothered them, but he remembered some incident where they had been drawing or something else that dumb kids do and she was pulled away by her father. Looking to the teacher he didn't really see anything on the teachers face. It made sense this school was all about pushing them to do more, and becoming hero's in their own right with the desk that Sora had now she could push herself to compete with the rest of the class on her own and remove the aid she had.
After all she couldn't rely on an aid her entire life. He was sure that Hitomi was a fine individual, but Matsuda still didn't like the woman. Due in part because she had told him off in the first few hours of their meeting. Matsuda however did not want to leave his potentially one and only friend hanging. He just didn't really know how to help her as she seemed to spiraling out further into sadness. Heck at one point she looked like she was going to cry.
As the class went about selecting a president the rest of the room erupted in conversation talking about the merits of each and every person in the class. Matsuda already knew he wouldn't be picked. He had seemed weak and lazy from the opening move so the class seemed to underestimate him. Not to mention the heavy loss from yesterdays exercise. He used the chance to move about unnoticed in the class, and put his notes onto Sora's desk. Giving her his only copy.
The page that he had pulled out of his book also had little drawings he had been working on while deciding which things were important to jot down and which weren't. One such drawing was a quick and tiny sketch of her that he had mindlessly drawn. It caught her essence well, as she was sitting next to him. though the drawing had added a few comical exaggerations. He had written under the drawing 'you can do et'. and a thumbs up with a heart.
The male rep was chosen shortly after he had handed the note over so he didn't have to linger long on that choice.
Vice president of the class Midoria Izuku, was practically tripping over himself. The guy was like the one person that had a quirk possibly worse than Matsuda's wind based quirk. For one every time he fired the thing he broke bones, Matsuda was left without the ability to breath for a bit but to actually compete with a quirk that turned ones bones to dust was kind of insane.
Midoria stood next to Momo and scratched his head for a moment blushing. "I mean... if you guys really think I'd be good." He looked to Momo, clearly the more composed of the two of them. He smiled to her. "You can depend on me... I hope."
gpt
Sora did not expect Matsuda to give her his one and only copy of todays notes. It makes sense, though being that his surgery is for later today, and it is not as though he will be here tomorrow or the day after. He will need time to recover. It is very sweet of him to go so far as to hand her his notes, however. Did he notice her struggling with-? Most likely. Matsuda knows her better than anyone. A small smile pulling at her lips, Sora glanced about before lifting one of her legs up the talons gently grabbing the notes he had placed on her desk. It required a bit of maneuvering, and yet she managed to do it somehow. The tips of her ears burning hot, she tried to put them away discreetly in her bag without drawing attention onto herself. Later, she will copy them away from prying eyes and return the notes to their rightful owner.
How can she ever repay him? It is a generous gesture, one he should not have done. Sora has to dosomething-! Heat rising in order to paint pale features once again, she stole a glance at the young man she once considered to be a good friend not entirely sure if that has ever changed. Yes, it has been many years since he disappeared from her life, never to be heard from again however, upon making an unexpected appearance, he has been nothing but supportive, even if they did have a rocky start.
A little drawing had been of her. A collection of little scribbles had decorated the margins of his notes, and yet she had entered his mind at some point or another. Sora fidgeted in her seat, finding that her heart is fluttering inside her chest now. Is there a reason behind it-? Maybe. It is not in her nature anymore to be emotional, but to focus on what is required of her, of what is expected of her. It is just easier to lock away such distractions. Sora knows it best to analyze data, to memorize equations, formulas instead of anything that is of a social sort.
Yaoyorozu Momo looked to Midoriya Izuku with a tilt of her head and a sweet smile, raising a hand to place it on her cheek. Im sure youll do fine, Midoriya-san, she reassured him. You can depend on me, too. Lets work together! A few things were relayed to them as the new class representatives, about how they are to help the teachers and so forth, but it was not long until the whole matter was put behind them in favor of learning another lesson. Momo went to take her seat, tucking her skirt neatly underneath her.
It was not until the end of class, when everyone is filing out that Sora chose to move, keeping her head bowed but her eyes on her target.
Matsuda-san? Their eyes met for but a heartbeat or two, golden-amber and ruby red and then, Sora leaned in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. Thank you, she whispered there. I do appreciate your generosity. Do you wish for me to walk you to the nurses office when it comes time for your-? Being that he did not share this sensitive information with anyone else, she let her words trail off.
A small tilt of her head had pieces of silver swaying forward, many of which brushed against his arm and cheek. Sora offered him what could only be a bashful smile, her wing lingering on his arm for a moment before it began to retreat. I-I need to fetch my bag, she realized too late, twisting to retrieve it off the side of her desk.
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Matsuda blinked when he heard Sora's voice turning towards her in time to feel her lips press against his cheek. His eyes widened and he was in a sudden state of shock for a moment. He honestly hadn't expected the action to come from her, but the moment it did his heart was set on fire the rapid beating in his chest like a drum. When she went to grab her bag, he was practically red just from the contact. What was he supposed to do? He his brain went silent having abandoned him to the wild beat of drums that was his heart at the moment so loud in his years that he thought it would deafen him for the rest of the day.
The offer to come with him, for her to be one of the last things that held him at the end. Did she care? She had said her feelings very verbally towards him before. His eyes looked like they were going to go cross eyed for a moment before they closed, his face nine shades of red as he realized he hadn't been breathing. He had not taken a breath since she had kissed him, how many seconds had that been? a full minute? Was this what a panic attack felt like? He just had full contact with a woman, his first kiss, and that was apparently sending him into shock. The fabric of his scarf was not helping it was rubbing his nose, and with all the blood rushing to his face he felt his face twitch. "Ah."
And with that sharp intake it became unavoidable, the twitch was put into place, he was too nervous to stop it, knew better than to put his hand in front of it. He tried to strangle out a warning of some kind. His body had just set off a chain reaction deadly to those around him. "Ah."
"Achoo!" The burst of wind conjured by the sneeze was a akin to a heavy storm in all directions, desks, fabric, everything torn assunder by one powerful irrepressible reflex due to the S-tier uncontrolled quirk that fired it. The wind storm created by Matsuda passed in seconds leaving the classroom in complete disarray. Desks had been torn apart, thrown to either side of the room. His own desk nearest to the epicenter of the blast was now embedded into the wall and refused to dislodge it's self.
the fabric of the scarf, and in fact all that Matsuda had been wearing was gone, torn to sunders and obliterated like that of everyone else who was too late and stuck in the room. Rubbing his nose he felt wet, and came away with a small amount of blood, not from his throat but from his nose due more to the heavy blushing than the actual sneeze.
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a few seconds earlier.
Midoria had smiled when Momo said that the two of them would be working together. In truth he was actually happy about that fact. It was a bit awkward that he got chosen, really he didn't think that he would be able to do much to help the class. But going over the duties he was always good at studying so he was pretty sure he could help carry them out. As long as he wasn't in the primary leadership role he was certain that he would be more at least adequate.
"ah"
Midoria turned and heard the breath, seeing where it was coming from and seeing the impending stance of what was about to happen. His mind did what it always did, analyzing the quirk and what could happen. Estimating the radius of the possible attack, the wind force. His eyes widened. the girl that was in front of Matsuda was already gone, un-saveable. He could break a leg if he did that using all for one he could get to her in time to push her out the window, but the glass was likely bullet proof, and he wasn't sure if their combined weight and force would break the window or pancake them.
No he had to admit to himself that not everyone could be saved. the majority of the students were already gone, the only one remaining was... Momo.
He charged towards her, he couldn't access all for one. He tried to get to her, to push her out of the classroom, to get her out of the blast range.
"Achoo!"
It was like a bomb had been set off behind him the complete pressure wave difference, as he pushed momo out of the room in time and was caught half way by the sudden wave of pressure and air was overwhelming, it threw him out into the hall. his body bouncing ragdoll against the woman he had been trying to get out of the room. his body thrown as it was landed atop Momo, his school uniform in tatters around him. "Are you okay?"
gpt
In an instant everything changed. It was quiet. All the students were fixing to leave, and most had managed to make it out into the hallway before he sneezed. Sora had begun to twist around to face him after retrieving her bag, and she caught but a glimpse of glowing red that is, until a gust of wind had her flying back. Luckily she managed to go right over her desk, however it hurt to hit the wall like she did, and of course she could not peel herself off, or make her escape. It was as if a powerful typhoon went off right in the middle of the classroom. Every desk was either torn apart or sent flying and of course, fabric was just as easy to rip and tear.
Many of her feathers were stolen, too, spiraling about. Sora can hear her uniform ripping but it was impossible to preserve her dignity under these circumstances. No, it was far too late for that. Much to her horror, his sneeze did not stop there, also destroying the white bra she had on underneath the crisp white shirt. Heat did not hesitate to rise to her face, either, to project her overwhelming embarrassment. Sora had on a pair of pale pink panties which, miraculously enough, was spared so she did not have to worry about hiding that part of her body. A few bands of wind were still whipping through the room by the time gravity decided to take over sending her sliding down the wall and promptly disposing her onto the floor.
An awkward silence fell. Sora kept a wing pressed against her breasts, however she doubts it is doing a great deal of good in hiding anything. Her heart refused to calm down. In fact, it was beating against her rib cage so hard, it was liable to break free and flop onto the floor as well!
Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill. Sora is not so weak, though so, instead, she chose to bask in the other emotion that which is most prominent inside her chest: fury. I-I cannot believe you! she cried out. Why did you not give me any warning?! Did you want to strip me bare-?! Sora delivered a deadly glare while struggling to rise up onto her feet however, her knees could not support her weight just yet, leaving her stumbling into a nearby desk. A curse just about left her lips.
I swear! Tangled silver did nothing to hide her anger or her frustration or her mortification, instead framing her beautiful flushed features as she struggled to compose herself in this situation she was forced into. A ray of sunlight fell in from behind, playing over silvery white feathers and down the sensual curve of her spine while she went to look for her bag. I am never going to forgive you for this! Sora huffed, bending down and, unintentionally, providing him with a view of her shapely ass. Picking up her bag only fueled her fury, though, because the moment she did... it unraveled in ribbons, as if the wind cut through it like knives. A frustrated growl left her, and she threw it back down with another glare thrown his way.
All the oxygen was kicked out of her lungs as Midoriya Izuku charged towards her with no explanation whatsoever, pushing her out of the classroom right before a storm went off? What the-? Momo had no time to ask questions, instead closing her eyes to prepare herself for the inevitable. Everything happened so fast, she couldnt make anything to protect them from hitting the wall just opposite the door. It takes concentration to create, and how could she at a time like this-?!
Ouch
The back of her head and shoulders aching, Momo dared to open her eyes once she heard Midoriyas voice. First thing she noticed was his uniform in tatters, strips of white and blue hanging off him and then she noticed the destruction right behind him. I-I will be fine, she replied, but what about you?! Are you alright? A leg slid up to push into the floor as she fought to sit up however, her vision swam the moment she did so, making her groan and cover her eyes. I think I hit my head Momo told him. I will be fine, though. You need to be looked at after whatever just happened. Did you get hurt at all?
What Momo didnt realize was that in their current position her breasts are pressing into his chest, and their hips are nearly grinding, or that her skirt was riding high.
human
Matsuda was trying to recover when he heard Sora's voice yell at him, he opened his eyes, blinking but at the same time not really being able to see anything. His head was pounding feeling like his brain had just rebounded around inside of his skull. His heart was less pounding, and he was suddenly a lot colder than he remembered being. Unfortunately for him, his sneeze had not been fully contained by the scarf, which was gone as he could feel the air his face was exposed too. He could hear him yelling at him, and was still in a way trying to catch his breath his hand working on his face rubbing his eyes to try and get them to focus.
When everything did come into view, it was like a fantasy come true, even as she glared at him. Okay the glare was a lot less fantaful than he would have liked, and in fact she was now livid with him. He immediately turned his back towards her, his hands covering up his own personal shame, he moved towards the other side of the room, and activated the wall of costumes, quickly grabbing his spare scarf and using it as a sash to wrap around his very naked lower body. "I'm sorry! When I sneeze everything shuts down... I can't talk, I can barely move."
His body required a lot of air intake for something like a sneeze, the winds it produced took a lot out of him, and the recovery from it was immense. In rpg terms it's an attack that also damages him. She would hear his breath be slightly ragged, and if she was looking at his face, she would see the drips of crimson lining his mouth and nose, even some from his eyes as the pressure burst various blood vessels through his face. He was still half blind, the vision around him was blurry, and while he could see Sora if he looked towards her, her features were blurry. Seeing and enjoying were two very different things. He pulled Sora's costume from the wall, and tossed it towards her, if nothing else she could at least have some clothing to walk around in, minus the battle equipment.
"It hurt me as much as it hurt anyone else... I... did not want to do that." They had just started to make progress, she had just kissed him, and now because of a reflex he had very clearly hurt her. Why.... why did he always hurt the one person in this place that he actually cared about. He broke, he collapsed his legs not willing to support him as he slumped. His frame completely naked he sniffled for a moment, trying not to cry. "I hate my quirk!"
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Midoria was oddly warm, despite the fact that his clothing was ripped in places, his shirt falling apart, his pants barely held together, moving as he got up, he felt his hand touch the soft skin of Momo's chest, or the fact that he was between her legs. He got up and bowed towards her, apologizing before she said that she hit her head. He looked himself over as he did. He noticed something he found odd as he tried to move his foot. His ankle wasn't broken, but it hurt a lot. Looking down at his leg and saw burns running up and down his legs.
Midoria winced at the pain, but honestly they weren't so bad. "I'm fine I can move, i've done worse to myself." He said lightly. If he had to guess the burns were superficial. They were probably caused by the rapid change in presure and the fact that he had been caught in the midst of the half way point between normal air, and the pressure burst. Where as Sora and he would have received no such wounds.
"I'm gonna need a new uniform though." He said slowly pickhing himself up, sure enough the pain was easy to ignore when it came to the difference between a few burns and snapping every bone in his body. He gently picked up Momo, supporting her head. as he did. "Sorry, your a bit taller than me, so it's awkward, but I'm gonna get you to the doctor's office is that okay?"
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Do you honestly believe you are the only one?! Sora spat, unintentionally making her words laced with venom. Do you think I like the fact I have to rely on others? That I have wings instead of hands?! It is just humiliating, to say the least. I cannot even change into my uniform without help! I had to haveyouassist me this morning! Sora flushed red at the memory, but luckily he was not looking in her direction any longer. No, Matsuda had enough common decency to look the other way. It does not help a great deal, though considering she has yet to pick her battle armor on. How is she to manage without Hitomi-?! Despair sank in the pit of her stomach. "I have never even been on a date," she confessed in a huff, unaware that she had spoken out loud.
I know you did not want to do this, she said on a sigh, struggling to use her talons, but you could have given me some type of warning beforehand. I just I do not know what to think. You do realize that you have just about destroyed our classroom. Amber-golden eyes swept what remains of their classroom, taking in the damage he has dealt with only a sneeze. I do not see many desks intact. I see cracks in the blackboard, too, which may pose as a bit of a problem. I do not know what of the other students, but it appears that I am the only one here.
Most superheroes in training go for elaborate, or the fanciful, but not she. Sora has few options to begin with, being that she has her wings to take into consideration, thus she has but a plain white tank top and dark blue jeans to fight in. Perhaps it is disgracing the name of heroes everywhere, however it is what she is most comfortable in. Upon taking a seat on top of an upturned desk, Sora gently used her talons to try and pull the shirt up and over her head. It was quite a struggle. It seems the fabric is not able to withstand the sharp edge of her talons, so it tore here and there however, it was still able to conceal her body, though only somewhat. Sora lifted her wings once the white shirt settled, just to sigh. It tore in quite a few places. Alas. It will appear that she will need to talk to someone of her uniform.
Once again she looked to him, but instead of feeling nothing she could feel her heart fracture inside her chest, oddly enough. Why do you cry? Sora chose to ask him, her voice gentle. I am not hurt. I do not think anyone else is, either. I apologize for speaking out of anger. I just... Sora shuffled, tempted to reach out and touch him, if only to comfort however, will her talons hurt him? As they have others? I am frustrated, she decided at long last to share. I am not angry, per se, but I am frustrated especially being that I will need you to put on my jeans. I doubt I can do so on my own.
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Black eyes blinked as she lifted a hand to cradle the back of her head. Momo couldnt help the soft laugh, or the amused little smile she sent his way. No, youre perfectly alright, she told him. I know it was an accident. Dont apologize. Im just happy everyone is alright. Most of the students had left the classroom when the tornado hit, that is except for the one who caused the storm, and his friend? Is that right? In any case, there are other matters to be concerned with. Momo closed an eye as shes helped to her feet, pain echoing throughout her body at various points.
Oh. Her shoulders must have taken the force of the impact, followed by her head her hips. No wonder it hurts to focus on anything. N-No, I appreciate your help regardless, Momo found the words to say, just to lift her head a bit and look through the doorway of their classroom. It was in shambles inside. Momo groaned as pain made her head throb, closing her eyes again. I believe the nurses office is down the hallway here.
human
Matsuda blinked for a moment hearing her say that she had never been on a date before. He was rubbing his eyes, trying to make them stop after his complete break down. "But... You're beautiful." He said not sure why it had come out, but it had. He blinked hearing the words they felt right coming from him. He got to putting on some pants, and felt her talon gently press onto his back for a moment finding the touch to be so comforting in the moment and he turned towards her. He blinked trying to have dryer eyes. She wasn't completely angry at him after that, though she was right he had completely destroyed the room.
"This is U.A. Quirk accidents happen, the room will probably fix it's self or something." It was the most advanced school on earth, and catered to people with destructive quirks, it was very likely that this wasn't the first time that an entire classroom was destroyed by someones rogue quirk. He turned towards her, looking at her. He regarded her wings, her talons, her everything. He rubbed his eyes, which were slightly more crimson than usual red with tears.
"I sneeze when I'm nervous... and when I sneeze my body is completely paralyzed, I can't do anything while I'm in that state." He said softly, knowing that it didn't matter, he should have found some way to warn her despite his quirks complete hold over him.
"I love your quirk, your wings, are... beautiful. You can fly." He said softly if she was offering a power trade than he would probably take it up happily. He was sure about that. He moved getting on the under shirt from his costume, and picked up her jeans he moved to open them for her to step into. "And yes... I even like your talons."
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Delivering momo to the nurses office, he gently put her down onto a bed, and explained what happened. Midoria insisted that she be seen too first, Recovery girl kissed her forehead and cured her injuries using some of her energy, though it would feel like nothing due to her injuries being less sever than Midoria's constant broken bones. "I'm glad you are okay." He smiled at her.
For him, she treated his burns the way they would normally be treated just wrapping them up with some gauze and cooling liquids, they were minor so as long as they were protected they wouldn't get infected. "I think the two that started that storm just need to work out their differences. As much as I want to help everyone, their little drama spats are going to get really annoying if they can't work out their issues." He would never really recommend anything untuward, but even Midoria had limits when it came to his patience it's been like three days. "We should probably go back to the classroom, or get a teacher, with the room destroyed i think it's our job to make sure it gets fixed."
gpt
Beautiful? No, he is just flattering her. It is impossible for anyone to find her attractive. Father has difficulty looking at her, and she is his own daughter! Deciding it best to pretend as if she heard nothing, Sora latched onto the new subject as if it were a lifeline and she is drowning in the sea of awkward adolescence. Yes, but I doubt anyone appreciates the destruction, Matsuda. I do not know if it costs them money to have the repairs done, or if the room can fix itself, per se but I think it has to do with the effort behind it. No, wait; is she making any sense? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Who is to say? On top of the desk still, she lifted her eyes in time to see his regarding her, studying her with eyes more red than usual.
Is it just her, or is it just the light, deceiving her to believe that there is some emotion hiding in their depths? Sora could not handle looking any further, and instead chose to look out through the nearest window to the world beyond. It did not hide the fact she is blushing, or that the pink had begun to burn the tips of her ears. Nervous? Sora repeated in the softest of murmurs. Do you mind telling me what had made you so nervous you destroyed our classroom with a single sneeze?
Matsuda had frozen right after she kissed him on the cheek. It happened right after.No.Could it be-? Sora fought against the impulse to shrink away as he approached, kneeling down to help her with her jeans. You love my Quirk? My wings? she repeated, this time incredulously.
You are biased, she put it quite plainly, though of course she could not hope to hide her reaction to his words. You are someone who views me as a friend, who wishes to rekindle our friendship to that which it was before. You do not see me as others do. A foot gingerly stepped into the jeans, one after the other, a wing reaching out to touch his shoulder and keep her steady. Sora pushed up off the desk next. You cannot say that a feathered freak is appealing to anyone.
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Im happy you werent hurt worse, Momo replied with a smile of her own. It couldve been a lot worse. Momo waited until he was treated before rising up off the cot, relieved to find she can stand without swaying from dizziness. I think its unfair to assume it was a spat, she chided, a frown settling along her lips. We dont know what sort of conversation they were having, and since neither one of us know them well, I think its safe to say we should let them explain what happened.
In any case, they do need to return to their classroom or at least hunt down a teacher to inform them that repairs are needed. Momo brushed her hands over her skirt, not entirely surprised to find bits of paint and plaster falling free. I think we need to inform our teacher, she decided after a moment or two, though I have no idea where hell be right now. Do we tell the Principal, then, or someone else? Momo tapped a finger on her chin, lips pursing in thought. I actually have no idea where anyone would be at this point in time she came to realize. Do you, Recovery Girl? Momos black eyes turned to the elderly woman.
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The way she denied that she could be attractive hurt him, not only because it was Matsuda saying it but because she seemed to honestly believe that she was inferior to someone else just because her body wasn't the normal shape, and maybe he was biased, but he still looked at her. "Maybe not everyone can appreciate you." He said softly, but moved closer to her, as he buttoned up her jeans, did he dare to do something?
They were inches apart, and he could feel her wings warmly on his shoulder. He was going to have a surgery tonight at sundown. Past that morning breakfast he couldn't eat or drink anything, there was a chance that he wouldn't be here tomorrow, so was it fair for him to share these feelings now? and she was right he wanted their friendship. He wanted her, he was dabling in uncharted territories, and his arms slowly rose to her shoulders, touching her, and then pulling her closer for a hug. "But I can, and if no one else can see you for how beautiful you are, than they are blind."
He decided at this point it didn't matter. Rejection, death, none of it mattered. He stopped breathing trying not to use his quirk in such a close proximity, even when he had spoken it had been creating winds because he couldn't turn it off, enough to ruffle clothing and feathers. Pulling her into a hug, and then finally he pressed his lips to hers. Holding her tightly kissing her, his entire body trembled, and she would be able to feel the fact that in that moment he was completely vulnerable. Any and all protective walls were down he was too nervous to even move or breath, but there was no sneeze coming.
After he did that, one of his crimson eyes opened, and he looked at her worried that he was so far out of bounds that he was going to be attacked, or make things so much wrose. that said the air was also very still as he tried his best not to breath and it was starting to show.
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Recovery girl sighed. "They are probably in the teachers lounge at this point." She said regarding the two young spirits, as midoria got up and tested his feet. He felt a little embarrassed for a moment. Momo had just called him out, and he personally felt a little dirty he always tried to think the best of people, but maybe between his injuries or something else he had made the mistake of speaking negatively about someone else.
finding himself mobile Midoria nodded to Momo. "You're right sorry." He didn't normally talk down about another person. "We have to keep the best in mind for others, they are our classmates, they probably didn't mean to destroy the room. Matsuda's quirk is rather... limited in use kinda like mine. It seems to hurt him with each use." He said softly thinking about it. He pulled out his note book, and started to write and break down the power as the two of them walked.
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You can? Sora replied on a soft, bemused laugh, all while disbelief sparkled in golden-amber. I hate to tell you this, Matsuda, but you may need to get your eyes- In the back of her mind she had come to realize how close they were, how she still had her wings upon his shoulders, however she did not think anything of it. Sora did not believe it to be anything out of the ordinary. Friends develop the habit of touching throughout the years. It is a sort of skinship, or so she has been told. And yet never did she think it would lead to akiss.
At first she just froze. How could she not? It feels as if she is struggling to put together the puzzle pieces, and none are fitting just right. Sora had to lean into him at one point, else make a fool of herself and well, faint. Heat, slow and steady, began to make its way through her body, like lava flowing, only it had her eyes closing and actually returning the kiss. A tremor broke her free of her reverie, and it was then she came to realize just how vulnerable he is. No, wait: is he nervous? Matsuda has not moved an inch since he pulled her into this hug nor has he breathed, it seems.
Their eyes met, reservation and what appears to be fear in crimson whileas hers most likely reflects the confusion she herself feels. Once the realization of his actions truly struck, Sora blushed the same color as his eyes. And of course her pathetic heart just had to flip over right then and there, making it difficult to breathe. As fast as lightning, she thrust her wings up to hide behind the silvery-white feathers, so he could not see how flustered she has become. W-What were you thinking?! I know you were trying to make a point, but s-s-stealing my first kiss is taking it a bit far! Is it possible to die of embarrassment-?
If so, can he put her out of her misery already? Sora moved in order to lean back against the desk she had sat on top of earlier, though she did not dare look out at him through her feathers. Ooh, no! It is best she not do so, at least not yet. What will he make of this? Will he laugh? Will he crack some sort of lame joke, to make light of this situation?
Has he come to regret it already?
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Momos scowl shifted into a small, understanding smile. Lets get going, then, she encouraged. I have no idea how much longer the teachers are going to be in one spot. Her hands brushed over her skirt one last time before she turned her attention to the elderly nurse that healed their injuries. Thank you, Nursery Girl. Momo folded her hands in front and bowed, as is customary. Hopefully we wont need your services again anytime soon.
A soft laugh following, Momo focused on her fellow class representative. I know youre sorry, she told him, but if you are truly sorry you will apologize to Hanakawa-san and Matsuda-san, dont you think? Momo offered him yet another smile before opening the door, stepping out into the hallway beyond. Are you coming? she thought to ask, or would you rather I take care of this myself? I suppose the situation calls for only one person, not two
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Matsuda's face was starting to turn blue when she finally stepped away from him and accused him of taking her first kiss he turned away from her and held up a finger he caughed causing a burst of wind that was directed away from her, catching his breath. "Sorry, can't breath when i'm that close to another person." He said softly trying to catch his breath as he was huffing for a moment. He was appologizing for the stillness. "Each and every breath or word i speak causes some form of wind to blow out. Usually it's just reflective of a light breeze, but when your that close all it takes is some rogue deep breath and suddenly i've thrown you across the room without even thinking about it. Or if I breath out my nose suddenly i rip your shirt open or some dumb thing like that."
"Like I said I hate my quirk." He turned towards her. "It keeps me from getting close to people, that's part of the reason why I want this surgery. The ability to turn off a quirk so that I can be closer to another person without the fear of breaking them." he stepped closer to her. His hand brushed her wings for a moment. "It's the porcupine dilemma, the closer i want to be to someone the more my quirk runs the risk of genuinely hurting them. If i can do all of this with a sneeze, than any stray breath is a weapon of mass destruction."
"It was my first kiss too you know, and I didn't steal it... I gave you mine." He said softly maybe it wasn't the same thing because he was a boy, but at the same time his heart was racing just as fast as hers he looked to her, crimson eyes trying to see her golden ones, the blush still on his face. "No one but you deserved it more."
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When Momo asked if he was coming he got to his feet and started to walk with her. "yeah I'm going with you." While she was right that the situation only required one person to go, the truth was that he was more than happy to go along with her. Besides it was like she said. If he was sorry about the rude comment he had made he would apologize to the two of them, and since they had caused the destruction of the room the fastest way to track them down for such an apology would be to go with Momo to try and have the room fixed.
"While this does only call for one of us to go, it feels unfair to let you do all the work." Midoria said. "After all... we are a team in this right?"
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How very strange that her feathers would be so sensitive to a brush of his fingers
In fact, it had sent a shiver down her spine, though she had enough pride not to say as much at least, not verbally. Sora is fighting to compose herself, because not only has the kiss made it to where her heart is about to beat right out of her chest, but his close proximity is making it hard to think straight. It is so very confusing. I-I I understand, she began with saying, being that his Quirks peculiarities is the easiest subject to address. I would rather not be thrown against the wall again not so soon, that is. A weak laugh left the young woman, awkward and breathless. Sora fully supports him having this surgery. It is a good idea to control his Quirk, because of situations such as well, what happened earlier. He does not need to explain his reasons as to why he is getting this surgery, not at all.
No, she replied on a whisper, incredulous. How was that his first kiss-? No, wait. It had to be. It is not as though he could kiss anyone in juvenile detention Sora blushed more darkly as the reality of this sank in, even more reluctant to lower her wings and expose herself to him. I-I-I I do not I A shake of her head had silver rippling over her shoulders, light playing over the snowy white feathers of her wings. You told me just yesterday how I am no longer the same girl I was when we were children. I was under the impression you did not like the person I have become.
Ever so slowly, Sora let her wings fall her golden-amber eyes finding his crimson pair without too much difficulty. I just I do not understand, she confessed, her heart in her throat at this point in time. I do not feel as though I deserve your first kiss. I do not I How else can she make herself clear? Sora swallowed, only to give into the temptation of closing her eyes even if it accomplishes nothing. It was just difficult to meet his eyes, to try and fabricate something to say. I just do not know what to think, she continued on, despite her reluctance in doing so. You tell me one thing, and then do another. How am I to react? How can I... At a loss for words, Sora thought it best to leave it at that just for now, just until she can find something better to say. How is she to move on past this, however-? Does she pretend it never happened, or what, exactly?
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A bright smile and a nod of her head was her first response. Of course we are! Momo told him without any hesitation whatsoever. I just wanted to ask because I didnt want to take up more of your time than I already have. I thought you might want to return to your room and relax for a while. Momo began to lead the way down the long hallway, hands tucked neatly behind her back this perspective giving a rather lovely view of her long legs. It has been a very long day so far, hasnt it? she realized on a soft laugh.
Tell me about yourself, Midoriya-san. Momos black eyes glanced at him over her shoulder, just to offer yet another smile. We are going to be working together from now on, after all. We might as well get to know each other.
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"Yesterday you threw me through a panel of glass without thinking." Matsuda leaned against a wall, looking to Sora as she tried to work through everything that had been dropped on her in the past fourty eight hours. A lot had changed since he had said that he didn't like the person she had become. "You aren't the little girl I knew a long time ago, you got colder, at least partly in response to what I did to you. If I hadn't vanished for six years who knows what our lives would be like. I loved you than, and those feelings never really went away for me."
He looked at her his red eyes blushing a little as he leaned against the wall. "If I'm flipping and flopping between love and hate it's because I'm kinda confused, hell I'm scared." He looked at her. "But I don't think you're the cold bitch you were trying to be yesterday, not really. You were angry at me, and I was angry at you." He pushed himself off of his wall, moving a little closer to her. "I don't think you are that small girl, but the person you are today... is still beautiful, still powerful, I see a lot of that girl I loved in you. When you aren't trying to be an ice queen i can even admire you."
"In less than six hours I have a coin flip to decide if I live or die, if I live I may not be able to talk for a few days as my thraot will be healing, if I'm dead I will never speak again, so I'm not going to hide my thoughts." He really had nothing to loose in that regard. "I admit yesterday I was harsh on you, but since then you have opened up. Maybe I moved too quickly, but my clock... doesn't have a lot of time on it. That's selfish I know. I got to state how I feel, and so I can wait to hear you feel, but... you know I can only wait so long."
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"I think that mostly just has to do with the hero course running long hours." Midoriya said softly. He regarded himself for a moment. He was used to waking up at the crack of done and running exercises till sundown. He had strained himself to build up a body that was starting to really show all the fruits of that hard labor. Not to mention the beach he had cleaned. So the days weren't feeling particularly long to him. "I'm kinda used to doing a lot of labor by now." He chuckled and tried to play it off like it was nothing.
When she asked him to talk about himself he looked at Momo for a moment realizing that she was one of the taller students in the class. He also noticed her calling him Midoriya no one ever called him that in his old school. It was always 'Deku' which had always been a bit demeaning in the long run. He glanced up towards her and smiled thankful for the use of his name. "I guess I mean... Well what should you want to know?"
"I used to study the quirks of others since I..." Midoriya paused for a moment he almost told her that he didn't have a quirk growing up, that would only raise a lot more questions. Thinking about what he could say he paused. "Since my quirk always hurt me growing up. Favorite food is Katsudon, and I guess you could say that my hobby is working out." He paused to think if he needed to list off anything else about himself. His latteral mind clearly overthinking the question. "Blood type O- which means I can be used as a universal donor..."
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Yes. Well. It was in that moment she came to realize: she has no idea how to act, how to react, any of the above. How long has it been since she involved herself in matters of the heart-? It is just easier to keep everyone at wings length, to close her heart off to anyone and everyone. In fact, she cannot remember the last time she let herself feel anything. It is a little alarming. The tips of her ears burning still, Sora leaned back against the desk, unable to look at him but instead intently at his feet. How does he expect her to meet his gaze when he has just confessed he loved her-?
No, correction: hes confused about his feelings. Lovely. Matsuda had taken it upon himself to tear her walls down, to close in and deliver a devastating blow by giving her a kiss and yet, he is not sure how he feels towards her. Sora can feel him move in a bit closer, and of course, she could do nothing about her stomach flipping over. An Ice Queen? she huffed under her breath, pride stinging. I I just Her heart beating faster at this point in time, Sora had to swallow past the lump in her throat before going on. You chose to tell me of your feelings now. You are having surgery in less than six hours, and I find that
It is just very baffling. How do you expect me to tell you my response? Sora spoke at long last, unable to look him in the eye. You said it yourself: it is a surgery that could end up killing you. I understand you had to get this off your chest, I do, however what if I say something of my feelings, and you do not come back from this? What then? Amber eyes finally found the courage to lift up from the floor, to focus on him. I would be heartbroken, she confessed in a low whisper. I do not know how I would be, so I will give you my answer, but only after the surgery. It will give him the determination to make it out of this alive, right?
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It certainly didnt take long for this conversation to go in an odd direction! Momo couldnt help but laugh, a hand lifting to press lightly against her lips. Really? Is that right? Study other Quirks? Its not a bad idea. It helps one understand others, how they work, how best to tackle difficult situations. I suppose you can say I study as a hobby, she confessed on another laugh, just to offer a helpless shrug. I like to play the piano, and I work out on occasion, to build my bodys endurance and stamina. It may sound strange, but it is what it is.
Let me see, what else? A fingertip touched her chin as her gaze went up to the ceiling in thought. My blood type is A. My birthday is in September and I think that covers the basic information. Momo flashed him a bright and warm smile, only to pause as they approached the Teachers Lounge. I have to admit, Im a little bit nervous. A hand came up to play with a few strands of hair. I dont know how to tell our teacher that our classroom is in shambles
No matter what words one decides to use, it is an awkward subject to breech. Momo nibbled on her lip while lifting a fist to knock upon the door. Excuse me? Sir? she spoke up. Are you there? In a way, it feels as though she is walking up to the guillotine, knowing fully well her head is fixing to roll. Nervously she ran her hands over her skirt. There is something I need to bring to your attention!
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"You're right, it's not really fair, the balance of power in this one is strictly in the palm of a man who has nothing left to loose." Matsuda said softly, his feet changing direction as he once again walked towards Sora, he passed her wings, his fingers lightly tracing along the soft feathers. He smiled as he did. He heard her, and he knew that if he didn't come back the damage to her heart may actually perminant this time it seemed so cruel to inflict her with such desires that he had.
Yet he stood so close to her a hairs breath away, his head having to turn away from her just so he could breath when his chest didn't feel like it was on fire, but even so his eyes never stopped looking to hers. "I know it's cruel." He rose a hand to his mouth to help filter his breathing. He was so close to her, his other hand like a magic trick wound up on her hip. "But I think you already know the answers Sora. You wouldn't have put up with me for so long if you didn't."
He pulled her body closer his hand touching the side of her face as he held her light body against him, He realized that he really could just lift her up if she wanted. She weighed like a bird. Possibly about the same as a duck... fitting for the witch who had cast a spell on his heart. "I think I can help you with your answer." He said pressing his mouth against hers capturing her in a second more passionate kiss.
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"We should work out together some time!" Midoriya got excited and had accidentally shouted his words. It kinda felt like he was asking her on a date, though it totally wasn't. Heck he had never even really talked to a girl over the phone so dating was far outside of the question, but the chance to hang out with a strong woman, and work out together seemed kinda fun. He looked to Momo, she was a good study too, actually she was one of the four students that got in via invitation along with Masuyo Todaroki, Matsuda, and the Hanakawa. She was in the big leagues.
Midoriya suddenly felt very outclassed. Though listening to her try and figure out how to break the news it was just one of those things in the long run. "Well I think that's one of those eggs where you just have to crack it right?" He said as they knocked on the door.
Opening the door was their teacher to the loungue was their teacher. "Um, Hi sir, there was a bit of an accident in our class, and it kinda got completely destroyed." He said relating to the teacher what had happened with Matsuda's sneeze. Their teacher sighed, going back inside to grab his bag, before going with them to the class.
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Once again, a shiver crept along her skin the electric power crackling down the length of her spine before very long. How does he hold such sway over her-? Does he have an inkling of it? Is that the reason why he is doing this now? Sora had to bite her lip, or else release some sort of embarrassing noise as he moved in closer still, his eyes locked on hers. Yes, she agreed on the softest of whispers, it is. Incredibly so. It is cruel to ask her for an answer to his confession. It is cruel when, less than six hours from now, he will be having surgery that could very well end it all.
At the look in his eyes, her heart decided to flip over inside her chest just to cease beating a moment later. It did not last very long, however, because just as quickly it began to beat, harder faster as if it was fighting to break free of her rib cage. Matsuda is close. Why is he so close?! Sora nearly jumped out of her skin when his hand found its way to her hip, holding on lightly, but even though she thought of protesting she could not bring herself to do so. It was as if the words disintegrated before fully forming.
It was a heartbeat later that Matsuda pulled her in close so close, their bodies fit together, like two puzzle pieces. Both arms lifted as though to ward him off, but it was too late. W-What-? Sora managed, right before he leaned in to capture her lips in another kiss, one more passionate than the last. It sent heat right through her, intense and all-consuming, not to mention it caused her knees to go weak. How can he do this to her-? It is silly to consider, but did he cast a spell on her at some point?
No, no, of course not. How could he have? Magic is not possible. And yet
Sora had to hold onto him, else fall over as she surrendered to this second kiss, one which demanded she provide him an answer. It was not at all forceful, just persuasive. Yes. Very very persuasive. In fact, if she did not know any better she would swear she might be melting under the heat and passion threatening to devour her whole.
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You think so? Itd be nice to have someone to work out with, but dont most men find it a little intimidating, or off-putting, when a girl works out alongside them? Momo decided to steal a glance over at him, however she was surprised to find him looking at her, too as if studying her? Yes, youre right, she replied on a soft laugh, just to be taken by surprise once again as the door swung open, revealing their disgruntled teacher on the other side. Luckily Midoriya-san decided to take matters into his own hands and explain the problem at hand though it seems he isnt the least bit pleased to be informed that their classroom is destroyed.
It was awkward, to say the least. Momo had no idea if they should continue their earlier conversation, or respect the presence of their teacher and wait. It was tempting to peek into the classrooms they passed, too, even if lessons are over for the day. I do not know the details, but it was Matsuda-sans sneeze that wreaked havoc.
Momo fidgeted, just to blink as they came upon a sight she never would have expected, not in a thousand years: Hanakawa-san and Matsuda-san kissing? In an instant she herself blushed, though she could not help but drop her eyes in an attempt to well, it is impossible to say. A hand did reach out behind her to gently stop Midoriya-san, just to shake her head. I-I think its about time we go, she told him in a low whisper. The teacher can handle things from here.
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Midoriya walked alongside Momo, he understood why some people found it to be intimidating, but the truth was he was pretty much always trying to work his body through some exercise or another, and it had been far more humiliating when All Might had been sitting on a fridge treating him like a sled dog as he cleaned that beach. Than it ever would be to work out beside a girl. In fact that invitation sounded rather fun. Walking towards the classroom with the teacher, he was stopped by Momo, a single glance in showed the other pair had indeed worked out their problems. His eyes glanced to the teacher for a moment.
The teacher adjusted his shades for a moment. Present Mic, had a lot of things to do today, and cleaning up after a pair of students really wasn't on the list of things that he wanted too do. He knew the circumstances and he more than anyone could respect the passion that young love brought out, watching the two of them make out was a cute sight, but one he also couldn't really allow to go on for very long.
Midoriya took the invitation to leave with Momo, as present mic inhaled much like Matsuda did when he was readying an attack.
Matsuda for his part was still very involved with the kiss, and didn't know what was going on just on the other side of the door until the loud piercing voice of the teaching staff echoed through the room.
His hands clapped around his ears and he broke the kiss away from Sora, his ears pounding as he felt the vibrations rock the tiny classroom like an earth quake. He was sure there were other things being said but at the same time he couldn't understand them. It was like standing in a warzone and being shellshocked. If he had been ready, if he had known the attack was coming he could have countered.
"No Touchy In my Classy!"
Matsuda felt like his head was recoiling after that attack, he looked to Sora. trying to hear if she said anything, but the all compelling voice of the teacher was the only thing he could hear.
"Step outside! So I can clean this mess up."
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It was sweet, this kiss, and yet passion crackled just underneath the surface, as if it was so overwhelming after being contained so long, it was bursting free at long last. In fact, it was taking her breath away. How can she provide him an answer when he could very well die during this surgery? And why does he want an answernow?Why not after the surgery, when his future is certain? Sora knows not what to think, how to react. It is almost as though she is melting, just to be forged anew under the heat of his kiss, from the heat of his body pressed against hers. Is that even possible-? To be reborn, in a way?
No, of course not. It is a whimsical idea, a ridiculous one. Her knees fixing to give out beneath her, Sora was just about to hold onto him tighter, when a voice pierced not just her ears, but disrupted the frequency of her thoughts. It tore them apart, and without hands to cover her ears, she was left to the mercy of Professor Mics amplified voice. It was tempting to retaliate. As of late, she has developed a new ability where she lets out a sonic screech however, it is not worth the consequences of going against a teacher. Matsuda just destroyed the classroom a little while ago, it is not wise to provoke him further.
Besides. Does she really want to lose her voice for the next few days-? Sora can feel the vibrations in the very marrow of her bones, influence the flow of blood within her veins. It was disorientating, to the point of nauseating. If she were flying, it would knock her right out of the sky.
And of course, her ears were assaulted to such a degree, it was impossible to hear much of anything.
Pain evident, written all over her face, Sora had to use her deduction skills in order to figure out just what, exactly, their teacher is going on about. It seems he wants them out. Makes sense. Not only is the classroom destroyed, but he comes back to find two students...
Sora blushed darkly as the realization sank in, the tips of her ears burning at this point in time. Oh. Oh no-! How did she lose control like that?! Matsuda had asked her an important question, and though she refused to give him an answer to it right away he sort of plucked control from her. A talon reached out to pick up what remains of her backpack, and it was a sad sight to see it fall apart in ribbons but with the hopes that maybe she can salvage something, she brought it along.
Y-Yes, sir. A dip of her head saved her the humiliation of meeting his eyes.
Momo lifted her hands high above her head, just to roll her shoulders as she attempted to leave the embarrassment behind. I believe our job here is done, she spoke at long last, relieved to be away from everything.
Oh! I doubt homework will take me very long, so if youre interested, we can work out together tonight? Momo threw out there as a suggestion.
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There was a small pang of regret that ran through Matsuda. He had been able to cover his ears and buffer the attack while Sora had been left out to hang in a way. he had no way to really help her. He wanted too, bring her back under his arms to protect her, but at the same time could barely move at the moment due to the pressure of the words being used, and once the attack was over, the moment he had cultivated with those kisses was most definitely over. Stepping out into the hallway with Sora his hand gently rubbed her back as the two of them had to recover.
His ears were ringing and he himself felt a bit nauseous as the sound had knocked around his inner ear a bit disturbing his sense of balance. So he had to lean on Sora for support for a moment. He looked at her with a small smile, hoping that they wouldn't get into too much trouble with Present Mic, and the rest of the school for what he did. Present mic closed the door to the classroom, opening a panel next to the large door and pressing a button, there was a bit of a loud sound clattering around though due to shell shock for Matsuda it was still dwarfed. When the door re opened it was like someone had hit the reset button on the classroom interior.
The teacher looked at the two of them. Seeing that they were out of uniform and in their hero costumes he had a few questions, but could have figured out that the sneeze that had destroyed his classroom probably ripped apart their clothing and so they needed something to wear. "Go to your rooms, and get changed." He put his hand on his forehead really he couldn't exactly punish either of them for the actions. Young love was a thing after all.
"Just next time, don't make out in public. The school has a strict rules while in the main building. They are a touch more lax in your own rooms."
He left leaving Matsuda and Sora to their own devices for a moment. Matsuda looked at Sora more embarassed than anything else. He scratched the back of his neck for a moment not sure what more he could say about the moment the two of them had. It was definetely gone and destroyed for the moment. "I'm gonna take a shower." He said pointing back towards the dormitory though he was expecting Sora to walk with him.
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"Uh, yes absolutely!" Midoriya nodded and gave a small bow at the idea of the two of them working out together later, it sounded rather fun, and there was a gym that they could use. Walking away from her, so that he could go and do his own studies he was suddenly looking forward to his new tasks as a student council member working along side momo.
Stepping into his room, he put his bag on the ground, and started to pull out the days paperwork, chewing his pen as he worked on it. His focus on the other hand kept drifting towards Momo, and the later meet up. He was actually going to go hang out with a girl. He had gone from having no skill with the opposite gender to actually being able to talk to one on the phone, and now this!
He couldn't really hide his excitement even if it was for something so mundane.
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How humiliating! How could she allow herself to be caught in that sort of situation?! It was difficult to meet Matsudas eyes, nor was it easy to face their teacher especially after the assault of his voice upon their senses. A hand gently rubbed her back upon leaving the classroom which only served to send a shiver down her spine, leaving her skin tingling in a way that defies all definition. Sora had to swallow past the lump that has suddenly found a place in her throat, and yet it did little to help with matters. How will she ever pick up the pieces of her dignity-?!
It was a great relief, though, to find she can hear again however, being able to do so enabled her to be more embarrassed with the current state of things. In a heartbeat Sora blushed the darkest shade of red possible, and, finding it impossible to speak, her amber eyes dropped to the floor. Making out-? Them? No! No. It is just a misunderstanding. Matsuda meant to change her mind, that is all. The kisses meant nothing. His confession Sora still has no idea what to think of it. Did he not just find himself in her life again? This is happening so fast Fidgeting nervously, Sora dipped her head in a nod, threads of silver falling forward to conceal her confusion. Both wings were folded in front.
Once they were left alone, she dared to look over his way however, her bravery crumbled and, instead, she found herself looking elsewhere. It is just so so... mortifying! Sora can feel the tips of her ears burning, and suffice to say, her heart is beating far too fast for her liking. I I think I shall do the same, she spoke up at long last, twisting about to follow him down the hallway towards their rooms. It will be nice to have hot water beat down on her sore shoulders, to put this whole day behind her even if it is only figuratively.
What of your surgery? Do you plan to go after your shower? Sora did promise she will walk him there, after all and she is not one to break her promises.
It is just going to be awkward to walk him to his surgery after not one kiss, buttwo... not to mention having a teacher break them apart. A wing lifted to push at the handle of her door just for realization to strike: how is she going to change out of her clothes? Matsuda had to help her with the jeans-! Hitomi is likely still reporting to Father, too Soras smile froze, nerves plain as day upon her features and in those amber-gold eyes. How is she going to handle this-?! It is not as though she can ask Matsuda to help her again, not after everything that has just transpired-!
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I will see you later then, Midoriya-san. Momo offered him a small smile before turning away. Homework is not going to take her very long. It is something she excels at, after all. It is necessary to understand the composition of anything she wishes to create using her Quirk so anything outside of chemistry seems easy in comparison. A hand lifting to brush aside threads of hair, Momo disappeared into her room, taking a seat at her desk and pulling out the required textbooks and papers she will need.
An hour later, Momo found herself done. I wonder if Midoriya-san has finished, she spoke to no one, stealing a glance at the clock. I suppose I can get changed and at least see If he is still working on his homework, I can help. Momo rose to retrieve her work-out clothes, working on the buttons of her white blouse while she is at it. After a minute or so, the blue skirt was discarded as well, thrown into the nearby dirty clothes hamper to be washed later.
UA High uniform replaced by a pair of black stretch pants and a red sports bra, Momo began to make her way over to the boys dormitories looking at the name plates bolted beside the doors in search of Midoriya-sans. It didnt take long to find. A fist knocked, interrupting the quiet of sleeping or studying. Midoriya-san? she softly called out. Are you there?
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Matsuda winced as Sora brought up the surgery, it was wasn't that he was unaware of the time closing in on him, but rather he didn't want to go. he sighed feeling the breeze change as he did. "Yeah, I guess I will be." He said softly, not wanting to admit that he was going to leave her. After that kiss that heavy impact of the two of them making out, it had been like a dream come true, and now well it would be cruel to do anything more. He could have had less than two hours to live, how did he choose to spend them?
That kiss meant the world to him. He mulled it over in silence as they approached their rooms. He went to his ready to open the door, and paused when she did. He saw her wing touch the door but her body and smile were frozen.
She couldn't take off her clothing. Her talons had special joints to them, she could probably manage her shirt but her pants were the same as when he had put them on her this morning. She was frozen probably running through the same realization he was. He smiled, his hand leaving the door as he turned towards Sora. Walking closer to her, his fingers brushing against her feathers, as he moved to her door handle, holding it for a moment.
"Would you like to take a shower with me?" His voice was soft, tempting, sweetly seductive. He opened the door to her room, stepping inside and inviting himself into her home. He gently, lifted and pulled up his shirt revealing smooth pale skin as he walked inside. He let his shirt drop on her bathroom floor, inviting himself in. His tight upper body muscles once again exposed towards her.
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It was getting later in the afternoon, Midoriya put away his completed paperwork. He was always good at studying and working hard, and he let himself have a moments rest as he leaned back in his chair. His room decorated by a ton of all-might merchandise he had collected over the years. Posters, and action figures, a few of which were still mint in box. He was kind of proud of his collection.
When the door was knocked on, Izuku walked up to it, opening it wide for a moment, and seeing Momo in a sports bra. In a way her hero costume revealed more than her current outfit, the short skirt, and cross sectioned opened chest skirted the measured lines of what was considered legal for a hero's costume. Yet for some reason the fact that he could see more of her mid section, or that everything was so tight on her was way more impressive.
Compared to Momo, he was wearing a pair of black shorts, and a workout shirt, that had all-might's familiar colorization of red blue and yellow on it. He blushed as he scratched his head for a moment. "You... look great." He said softly, unsure why he had complemented her appearance in the first place. He walked out of his room closing it behind him.
"Shall we go to the campus gym?" He said taking the lead with her.
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A shiver of something akin to anticipation, something akin to excitement shot down her spine as confident fingers brushed against her feathers once again. Sora did not expect him to shift past her in order to open the door, however nor did she expect the sweetly seductive suggestion he had chose to plant. Inside the door was her room, kept plain to discourage distraction from her studies, and yet he was in it now, and t-taking off his shirt-! Why is he-?! In an instant, Soras pale features adopted a lovely and dark shade of red.
It apparently requires a great deal of focus to close a door, because she had difficulty doing so. Is her face about to melt off? It feels that way Sora leaned back against it, a wing raised as if that may help her heart remain inside her chest, instead of breaking free of her rib cage.
Matsuda! she hissed, as if someone may overhear, though in her panic, she forgot to add on the honorific. Amber eyes fought to avoid the young man, instead focusing on anything else but. It was surprisingly difficult, however. Wh-What do you think you are doing-?! I-I-I did not invite you into my room! Sora is tempted to hide her mortification, and yet more than likely, it is too obvious for her liking. Even if she was to use her wings, the tone of her voice will give her away.
Nibbling on her lip, Sora dared approach the bathroom though she could not bring herself to look up off the floor. A few threads of silvery-white swayed forward to conceal part of her face but it was impossible not to notice the bright red blush that has spread over her cheeks and nose. I-I know you and I just shared a kiss in the classroom, but I-I, ah.. I How can she speak when he is half-naked in her bathroom?! Sora had to swallow past the lump in her throat, however she found it impossible to say anything else. It was as if each and every word disintegrated before she could speak.
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Black met green, and Yaoyorozu-san offered him a warm smile. Oh. Ah. Thank you. A hand lifted to brush pieces of black behind an ear. It was just a heartbeat later that her eyes were drawn to bright, patriotic red, blue and yellow plastered on walls behind him. I didnt realize you were such a big fan of All Might, Yaoyorozu-san spoke, next looking at action figures situated here and there and in their boxes, no less.
Excuse me. I was being rude. Yaoyorozu-san stepped back to allow him room to leave his dorm, only to fall into step with him along the way. Both hands came to tuck behind her back. Yes, she replied, giving him yet another smile. Lets. I havent had the chance to visit the gym yet, so Im curious what it has. How does he exercise and stay fit? Yaoyorozu-san cant imagine him lifting weights, but maybe something to improve his agility and flexibility?
I do have a question for you, she spoke up, the cool afternoon caressing her exposed skin. It felt absolutely lovely. Yaoyorozu spared him a glance, hoping he wont take offense or think it blunt of her to ask. Do you box? For exercise? Or to practice your fighting? she chose to ask, instead of lingering on the possibilities. I wanted to ask that if you do, would you care to do it with me tonight?
Hopefully the gym has boxing gloves they can use Of course, she can always make a set for he and her.
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Matsuda ignored her protests, he knew he was pulling a risky move here. He was trying to overstep boundaries so quickly, and he knew he was being forceful, he just hoped he didn't come off as being too forceful. He smiled towards her, trying to show that he meant no real ill will. She hadn't told him to leave, in fact the moment his shirt had come off, she had become deadly silent. unable to talk more than a few squawks at a time. He wasn't really invited here, he knew that, but he felt like he had to take the risk.
Walking up to her, he looked her over, seeing the blush over her face his own formed slightly though he was still walking with confidence, hiding how nervous he was. A hand gently brushed her wing, caressing the soft feathers in a way that he had already seen sent shivers down his birdy's spine. His eyes looked over her frame seductively. "You want me to help you undress right?"
His fingers were still tracing lines over her soft wings feeling her feathers. "You can't take off your own clothing, that was why you paused at the door right?" He walked around her, his hand comfortably touching her. His fingers ran over her back gently rubbing her.
"You're face is saying worlds more than your song." He said softly his voice carrying like whispers on the wind offering a seductive apple. He was behind her now, cutting off her exit from the bathroom, his hand pushing her into the room, and as he did his other hand lightly pulled down his pants letting his boxers fall down his young legs. He was built solidly, his body elegant with muscle, she would be able to see all of him. He knew he was taking a bit of a risk here. literally he was standing now on display revealing everything to her. "Do you want me?"
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She walked into his room and he was mortified for a moment. "Wait." the damage was done however and she was already looking about and around his room. The posters, and action figures, all the collectibles he had spent money on over the years. "Well it's just... I mean I... I really look up to him as a hero figure, and all." Crimson ran across his more green features his face slowly starting to glow red as she walked about his room.
When the two of them started to walk towards the campus gym he let out a sigh of relief that the embarrassment was behind him. When she asked him if He boxed he paused for a moment. Actually that was a pretty good question, up until now he had mostly been punching on instinct, he had taken a few self defense classes, and he studied a lot of the 'how do you fight' movies on youtube and such, but the absolute truth was that he had little to no formal training outside of what Almight had provided, and he usually finished his battles in one punch or so.
He looked at his hands though, his strength could be overwhelming, and a punch from one smash had been enough to destroy a ten story robot, so he had to be careful, but boxing would actually help him to develop more as a fighter, as well as help to build the instincts that he needed to control all for one. "I've never actually tried it before." He scratched his head. "My mom was always so worried about self defense that I took a few classes, but the truth is I am mostly self taught. Plus there is a bit of a danger with my quirk."
"My quirk is a strength boost, but after i use it I usually end up breaking a bone or hurting myself. I've gotten a bit better." He had learned to control about 3 percent of his power, but at the same time that didn't include going for a full on punch. "Normally I do strength training, trying to build my muscles so that I can resist and control my quirk a bit better, as it is right now it is a double edged sword."
Walking into the gym it was exactly what someone would expect from UA, the place was stacked with every kind of machine available. And of course it had a matted area for sparing matches. "I don't have the equipment for it though."
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Why can she not speak?! It is as if the words are stuck in her throat, just to prevent the possibility of saying something that could, potentially, embarrass her further. And yet what could she say in this situation?! It is just-! Sora could do nothing about the shiver that went down her spine, nor could she do anything when his eyes drank in the sight of her body In fact, the blush only darkened upon her features, and she knew this by the fact her face became so hot incredibly so, to the point she was concerned the skin may melt off.
Amber eyes squeezed tightly shut. I-I did not say that! Sora protested, and maybe I did, but you have already helped me enough today. I could not possibly bother you again! No. Matsuda cannot possibly be implying he is sexually attracted to her. It feels as though he is trying so very hard to prove her wrong, but this is taking it too far! Does he feel compelled to do so? Why? A shiver shot down her spine once again as his fingers traced lines over her feathers leaving behind a tingly sensation she knew not what to do with.
How very strange. Did liquid heat just travel down-? No, no. A soft gasp did tear free of her throat when his teasing words played along her ear, almost as if his voice was a sensual caress up and down her body. Sora knows he is behind her, and yet she could not move, nor could she protest, reply or even speak.
Matsuda proved he can surprise her yet again, however, by pushing her into the bathroom. It seems he will not allow her to escape. All oxygen stolen from her lungs, Sora managed to catch herself at the sink but when she meant to lift her head, demand he give her answers to this uncalled-for behavior she caught sight of fabric falling in the mirror. Instinct told her to look down, immediately. W-Want you? Sora repeated, keeping her back to him. I-I-I do not I I do not understand! You confess to me right before your surgery. You kiss me in the classroom, and now this? I-I just I do not know how I am to act!
Sora has always been told what to do, what is expected of her. It is just How is she meant to handle this? Never has a choice been before her, and she have the option of picking what she wants. It is happening so quickly, though! Yes, deep down she has harbored feelings for Matsuda, ever since they were children but who is to say he will not disappear from her life again? What if he decides this is a huge mistake? It would not surprise her one bit if, in the morning, after his surgery he regrets everything. Who would want to be tied to a feathery freak such as herself?
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Really? I just thought Id ask, because its difficult to box by myself, Yaoyorozu-san admitted on a soft, nearly insubstantial laugh, just to provide him with a smile. I can make gloves for the both of us. It is not a problem for me. I have had to study many materials, and boxing gloves is but one of many Im sure I can create. Her Quirk is definitely handy in times such as these. Yaoyorozu-san cast her eyes about the gym, not altogether surprised to find machines of all kinds here. UA is meant to encourage the next generation of heroes, after all.
Hands rubbing together, Yaoyorozu-sans black eyes looked at him over her shoulder. Do you want to start boxing now, or wait a bit? I dont have a preference myself. A reddish glow began on the young womans stomach once black disappeared from view and, after a heartbeat or two, a pair of red, blue and yellow boxing gloves burst free, just to fall into her hands. Yaoyorozu-san offered him a smile while she handed these over. I thought you may appreciate these, since you are such a big fan of All Might, she couldnt help pointing out, even if it is somewhat redundant.
A pair of red gloves was quick to follow, meant for her smaller hands. I find it best to jump in, see what happens, Yaoyorozu-san told him, pulling on one and flexing her fingers. I was taught to box when I was younger, but I have learned a great many things on my own as well. If you like, I can go a bit slower long as you do not swing with full strength at me. A laugh once again infiltrating the quiet, Yaoyorozu-san led the way to a boxing ring just off to the side, set away from weight-lifting and the like offered by this prestigious academy.
Yaoyorozu-san jumped over the ropes with ease, looking incredibly graceful doing so.
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Matsuda gently pulled Sora into a holding embrace. His upper chest resting against her back, his chin resting on her head though he had to stand up taller to do so. He looked down at her, his arms wrapped around her. She would be able to feel his heartbeat now practically hear how it was vibrating in his chest hard to contain his emotions being this close to her. She would feel something stick up against her back, pressing lightly to her jeans the tip of it even slipping under her shirt and pressing the small of her back. If she had any doubts about him wanting her sexually he was about to spell it out for her as loud as possible. "I've dreamed about you before, so much warmer to hold you now."
This was so beyond the reasonable. This was so far beyond what he should have allowed himself to do. His hands trailed down her sides, touching her hips, and then slowly lifting up her shirt, he knew she had said that she couldn't bother him, but he he didn't really see removing her clothing as much of a chore. More like unwrapping a present, but then she said something that stopped his hands as they had rolled her shirt half way up her stomach. Something that made him pull back. She didn't know how to act, something about that, made him pause.
"I'm sorry, you're right, I'm not giving you enough time, Promised to respect your decision, but I'm practically forcing myself on you in your own bathroom." He was naked, with a rock hard cock standing over her, if even one other person saw this scene it would be grounds for him to be expelled, and put back in jail, probably both.
"I... I'm not thinking." He said lightly. "I just... want this... badly, I feel l need you, but those are my feelings, and I'm projecting them onto you... You asked for time, and I'm like three steps from ripping your clothing off your body. This isn't about me it should be your choice." He brushed a hand through his hair. "I'm... gonna put... my pants back on." shame and embarrassment ran through him.
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Midoriya watched in amazement as she created the boxing gloves. He immediately noted the colorization and felt a bit like she was making fun of him, but at the same time he had to admit that he was probably going to add these to his collection. They were amazing. He started to put them on tying the laces was a bit tricky, so he had to get her help for that. "They are amazing." He said softly in admiration.
Stepping into the ring he put the gloves up. to help shield his face, he had seen boxers do this on TV, and he knew the basics of the sport. Hearing that she was well trained since she was a kid he nodded. "Yes please, I'd like to learn as much as possible." He added as a second thought. "I promise to be gentle with you."
He had meant it only that he wouldn't activate One for All at least not on purpose. As he practiced his footing hopping lightly on his feet, he moved in close when Momo was ready, and threw a quick jab just to test her response time. If nothing else Deku was a fast study of his environment and those around him, so he was watching Momo intently trying to see how she would act, anticipate her actions, and most importantly spot openings for his own attacks.
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How does he manage to rob her of breath, when he is being so casual about this situation?! A jolt of something akin to acknowledgment, of recognition, went off inside her chest, which only served to make her heart trip over itself, it seems like. A moment later, heat shot down her spine leaving her knees weak, her body vulnerable. Sora was having difficulty swallowing past the lump in her throat, too, so that in of itself made breathing problematic. You dreamt of me? she implored of him, incredulous. Why? Why has he dreamt of her? Does he not see the prettier girls, aspiring and fighting to become heroes-? Is he a touch deranged? Does she need to call him a doctor, or a a psychologist?!
A shiver once again overwhelmed the young woman as his hands trailed down her sides, touching her hips and slowly lifting her shirt up until skin is exposed. Is it just her, or is there a certain desperation urging his actions? It is almost no, no. No. Absolutely not. How can she entertain the idea of doing this?! It is foolish! It is insane! It is just seductive, the prospect of going against everything her family has fought for, everything Father and Mother expect of her. Sora did not think he would pause, though or his hands retreat from her leaving her surprisingly cold in the absence of his body.
Yes. Everything Matsuda says is true, but this could very well be their last time together. Did he not say it himself that he has never kissed anyone prior-? Is it safe to assume he never-? It seems almost cruel to be robbed of such an experience. No, wait, she found herself speaking up, even if she has not made up her mind as of yet what to do. Amber eyes sought his in the mirror and, once locking onto crimson quickly slipped away, as if to preserve what little dignity she has left.
Do you truly want this? Sora closed her eyes, fighting against the onslaught of nerves threatening to consume her. Do you want me? I know I am your friend, and that you have not had the opportunity to make other friends, but this is different I am different. If you wish this, I who am I to say no? How else can she explain it? As long as it is for his benefit, she will not raise her hopes nor will she loathe herself afterwards hopefully.
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A pleased smile began to make an appearance upon Yaoyorozu-sans lips, however she shifted before he could see it. I doubt that, she replied on a soft laugh, even though she is pleased with herself. I just thought you may like your gloves to be in All Mights colors, is all. Yaoyorozu-san pulled on first one glove, and then the other, tying the laces as if she has been doing this for years which she has. Black eyes sparkled when she noticed him raising his fists up, like boxers do on TV.
You have the right idea, she decided to start with, because with that stance, you can easily attack or defend your opponent. Keep your dominant hand in the back. Distribute your weight evenly between your feet, and keep your knees bent. Yaoyorozu-san raised her own hands, that way he can see as she demonstrates her next piece of advice.
First off? Dont jump. It wastes energy. If you want to move, step forward but drag your foot back. Pivot on your front foot, too. Use your body behind the punches, except when you jab. As a quick jab is thrown her way, Yaoyorozu-san brought her fists up to ward off the attack and, moving fast, ducked to surprise him with a playful punch to the stomach. A smile is flashed up at the young man. Very good, she told him, just not quick enough. Yaoyorozu-san winked at him before stepping away.
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Matsuda paused when she said wait, he turned looking back to her, he was very much naked and couldn't hide any part of his reaction. The position he was in, already giving her some of the answer if she looked down below his waist line she would clearly see the sign of what was going on inside Matsuda's brain. His cock twitched bouncing slightly as it was already hard and Matsuda couldn't surpress a slight shiver the difference between heat from him standing close to Sora, and the difference of him standing in a door way was immense. He swallowed for a moment as he stood there and listened, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say at that moment.
He looked around, they were standing in a bathroom, which was fine, they had originally wanted to get a shower done, before his surgery, they were both kind of a mess, but at the same time his thought was looking over her body. He supposed that when she was saying that she was different she was refering to her wings, or her legs. But all he saw was a beautiful young woman, a friend, and frankly his first crush, and love. He wanted her, it felt right that his first, and possibly only hook up should be her. He didn't want anyone else.
Sure the frog girl was cute, and there was a pink girl whom he was pretty sure had the largest chest in the class, but none of them could really hold a candle to Sora. He moved closer to her, giving her an answer int he only way he knew how. He pressed his lips to hers, holding back his breath, practically strangling himself so that he couldn't breath as he took her lips as passionately as he desired from the start, his tongue slipping past her lips for a few precious seconds to taste her. He held her gently in his arms, and when that kiss broke he had to turn his head to cough and catch his breath for a moment. Thankfully it wasn't rasping like when he used his powers, but trying to keep his quirk under wraps was difficult, the last thing he wanted to do was destroy yet another set of Sora's clothing.
His fingers reached the sides of her shirt again, this time he had no fear as he lifted her shirt up and off her body, revealing her breasts. He dropped the shirt where they stood, and did not hesitate to undue her pants, letting them drop and leaving her almost as exposed as he was save for her panties.
"Of course I want it to be you." He said softly, his fingers brushed her cheek, and he smiled. He moved to leave the bathroom, but this time his hand grabbed gently onto her wing, holding onto her, as he walked. "I know we wanted a shower, but." He pointed towards her bed. It was very clearly that yes he wanted her, but he wanted this to be proper now.
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"No hoping right." Midoriya was taking notes on this, at least mentally he was studying her to find out as much as he could considering that they were gonna be sparing for a bit. He swallowed feeling a slight tension as she punched him in the stomach. He was seeing her and the work she put into her training, and he was noticing that she was fast. She also thought quickly. He smiled for a moment. He was enjoying being taught for a change. He didn't have much in the form of formal training.
"Okay then." He had already agreed not to use his quirk, he needed more control over it before he used it in something like this. Even so he recognized the posture of the punches she was throwing as she seemed to put her body behind each of the swings as Midoriya focused more on defense now. Moving back and forth, the main thing he noticed was that Momo was a bit taller than he was. She also seemed to have more of a physical reach against him, which meant she could keep him a distance.
He decided to go for a stronger strike. Moving in blocking one of her arms, and attempting to land a strike to her chest, realizing only too late, that he was about to hit a girl in her breast.
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N-No, what are you-?! Again, he chose to answer her but in the most unconventional of ways: with a kiss. Sora did not expect to be swept into his arms, nor did she expect the passion that which threatened to engulf her entirely. It was demanding, and hot, and far more than she could handle with her head spinning like it was. How can she think straight? It is almost as though his passion burns so hot, it is liable to melt her from the inside out. Matsudas tongue slipped past her lips to delve into her mouth, and it was then that she came to realize how tight his body is, how desperate he must be to experience this one thing before going under a surgical knife.
It matters not the girl. It matters that it is done. It is because of fear he wants to do this, and it is because of their friendship, fragile as it may be that he wants to do it with her. If he had pledged his heart to anyone, it would be her in this position and not she, but it is not so. Who is she to deny him this? It is his last wish. Sora gasped when the kiss finally broke, color having risen to her face while she fought to catch her breath however, he chose to rob her of it, by lifting her shirt up and over her head. It did not take long for more heat to take up residence along her cheeks, to make her heart beat faster.
Fingers fumbled at her pants next, leaving her almost completely naked before him save for the scrap of lace preserving her modesty down below. Amber eyes latched onto crimson. It is all lies, she knows this but there is no denying the fact she wishes his pretty words to be true. Sora let her eyes close at the gentle caress upon her cheek. Is it right to give him what he wants, though she herself is so unsure-? Did they not just rekindle their friendship a day or so ago? Deep down, she knows she loves him, but to engage in intercourse with him even if she cannot say for sure whether she will see him alive tomorrow morning, is just cruel. It matters not, though. It is what he wants. It will be difficult to keep her heart under lock and key, to bury it so this experience will not change things but do so she must.
A weak smile gracing her lips, Sora let him pull her away to the bed awaiting. It feels as though she has eaten butterflies today, at some point or another. Never could she have imagined being here, with him, about to have! Sora turned her face away so he had no hope of noticing her blush, the multitude of emotions that have chosen that very moment to assault her.
Bury it. Bury the hope, the love. It has no place here. Taking a seat upon the bed, she looked to him once again, letting him take matters into his own hands. It is his choice if they continue or not. It is he who is about to have surgery, after all not her, and well, she is not going to deny him this. Sora offered him the smallest of smiles. To think she will lose her virginity, and before she is given to a man to promote the family name...
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It appears Midoriya-san is a fast learner. It is fairly obvious he has not received much in way of formal training, but he picks things up quickly. Yaoyorozu-san can tell he is analyzing the way she moves, the way she throws her punches, too which is definitely something to admire. A small smile graced her lips. It was then that she noticed the change in his posture, his shoulders tensing right before he blocked one of her arms, to keep her in place while he swung leaving her open and vulnerable to attack.
Yaoyorozu-san had no way of warding him off. A powerful punch landed on her breast, pain echoing throughout it and down her spine making her hiss and step away. V-Very good, Midoriya-san, she told him with a weak smile. I did not expect you to hit me there during a sparring match, though. An equally weak laugh following soon after, Yaoyorozu-san fought against the urge to rub at the offended breast with a gloved hand. It was more difficult than she cared to admit. Yaoyorozu-san cleared her throat.
Do you care to give me a moment? I think I am going to get a drink, real quick. Hopping out of the ring, she went to fetch the water bottle she brought with her, using this as an excuse to recover, for the time being.
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Matsuda swallowed for a moment, looking over the woman. Her bare skin, the feathers. She was sitting on the bed, silently inviting him, he was already naked. The only piece of fabric between the two, was the small line of cloth of her panties. He put a gentle hand onto her shoulder. brushing over her wings, and the soft feathers. He swallowed taking some time for himself. He pushed her gently down onto her back.
Slowly he got onto the bed, but not to mount her as she may have expected. This was his first time, and his eyes were attracted to her body. He drew himself closer to her. His lips landing on her neck, gently kissing her, he saw the smile that graced her lips, and he was nervous, but all too happy to return it. He wasn't sure about anything at this point. To him this was all new territory, he had a dreamed about this last night after seeing her for the first time in years, but he could not have anticipated any of what reality felt like. His hands curved over her breasts his eyes studying her feminine form. She was beautiful, unique. he touched her wings, gently knowing how delicate they were, he brushed a finger along the inline her plumage tickling her.
He brought his lips further down her body kissing her stomach. Pulling her panties off of her body finally freeing the last bit of clothing, his fingers touching the soft pink of her flesh, rubbing gently at her clit, as he came to rest his head on her thigh, keeping her legs seperate.
His own anatomy was hard, dangling next to her face due to the new position, he gave no words for what she was supposed to do, but tried to lead with an example, his lips touched her clit, his tongue flicked out, and she would feel his breath caress between her legs, as he started to taste her. He could think of a few jokes he could have tossed around, making a joke about how it tasted like chicken or how he would have expected some way to lay eggs, but his mouth quickly became busy, and his humour was silenced. All he could focus on was the taste of Sora's center, his tongue probing and licking her as he held her down.
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Midoriya hadn't activated all for one, but he also hadn't really held back. Whenever he had sparred with someone in the past, usually bakugo, he had always gotten the sense that the person had been trying to kill him, mostly because of Bakugo, and as such he had learned fairly early to fight when sparring and give it his full attention. Now however he was watching Momo being put down from one punch, and he had to admit that made him feel kinda bad. "Sorry I expected you to hit back."
He nodded when she asked for a moment, and stepped out of the ring with her. "I didn't think we were going to hold much back, practice match or no. I am sorry if I hurt you." He hoped that he hadn't just accedently bruised Momo's breast, but it wasn't like he was gonna comment on that. "If it makes you feel any better I was actually aiming for your stomach." He said nodding, and going to the water fountain.
He got his own drink, and sighed, looking back at Momo. He looked her over. "I actually don't have a lot of notes on your quirk, or fighting style, it's so diverse I half expect that you could probably do anything. When you are ready to try again just let me know."
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A gentle hand pushed down on her shoulder, only for the fingers to brush over the feathers knowing fully well how her body reacts to such a touch. Sora fought to restrain the shiver that which threatened to overwhelm her, instead pressing a fist to her lips so no embarrassing noise can escape. How can he elicit these reactions-?! Never has she felt this way before. It is so very confusing, and it is making her heart pound far faster than she is comfortable with...
It is Matsudas first time. It is for this reason she chose to indulge in his more primal desires, because he may very well never experience it after his surgery. It is just surprising he is taking his time, that he is tipping his toes into the water, per se. How else can she explain it? Most boys would jump at the chance to sleep with a girl, and yet he has chosen to kiss, to lick, to touch. Why, though-? Time is running out. It will not be long until he has to run off, to put himself under the knife with the hope that, in doing so he will better control his Quirk. Sora dared open an eye to look at him, however his hands had curved over her breasts, his hungry eyes devouring her. Does Does he truly find her beautiful-? No, impossible. As sweet as that is, how can anyone think of a feathered girl as attractive-?
Kisses traveled down the length of her body, going down her stomach and is he pulling off her panties?! N-No, wait-! Butterflies burst forth into Soras chest as he removed the last article of clothing that was preserving what little dignity she has left his fingers touching her in a way no one else ever has before. It required everything she has not to be cruel and close her legs, to thwart his attempts at intimacy.
M-Matsuda, Sora stuttered, trying not to stare at the long, hard thing dangling just inches away from her face. It was incredibly difficult to not focus on every stroke of his tongue, though and it was difficult not to focus on how his breath kept caressing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Do Do we have the time-? I-I hate to disappoint you, but your surgery is meant to be done at sundown, and if I recall correctly, it was descending not too long ago... How much time does that leave him? An hour? At most? Sora swallowed the lump in her throat, instead squeezing her eyes tightly shut as her heart thundered inside her chest. We We do not have time for this.
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I was going to, but I didnt expect you to hit me there, of all places. A sheepish smile gracing her lips, she could not help but chuckle a bit under her breath. It was more of a surprise than anything Besides, we are- No, wait. It is not appropriate to share such information, not just with a boy but with a boy she barely knows. Yaoyorozu-san stopped right there and, hands lifted, decided to brush the words underneath a metaphorical rug. Please forget I ever said anything, she pleaded with him, color rising to her face within moments.
How will she ever move past this embarrassment? Yaoyorozu-san began to tighten her gloves, moving past him to climb back into the ring. No, dont apologize. Im not badly hurt. As for your notes on my Quirk, I have no problem answering any questions that come to mind. It is for the sake of research, after all. A hop had her standing in the middle of the ring, a striking figure in the black sports bra and shorts. Im ready to try again if you are.
Yaoyorozu-san flashed him a smile from over a shoulder, bits and pieces of black framing her flushed features. Little beads of sweat had formed here and there, but she hasnt lost her breath just yet. Unless you are too scared to try again? she couldnt resist teasing, lifting an eyebrow.
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Matsuda's eyes drifted from her pussy to the bed side table and clock. It took him a moment to compare the time before he answered Sora about how much time they had together. He checked the time against the clock in his head, and then turned his mouth back to it's approved task of licking her. His tongue dragging over her wet cunt, tasting her clit as he worked her over with his mouth and tasted her soft pink lips. He moaned hot air caressing her bare skin as he kept her held down. Finally when his jaw was a touch sore, he broke contact with her pussy, and rubbed his jaw for a moment. "We have two hours, and I want to savor this moment. You taste so fucking good."
His fingers started to work her pussy, two fingers dipping into her core, while his thumb worked her clit. He however was receiving a lack of attention from her, and pressed his cock against her face. "Suck on me." He said his voice a touch greedy, he wanted more from her, and was shivering slightly, the cock was throbbing for attention and simply not getting anything from her making his entire body shiver with a kind of pain that he wasn't used too. He didn't feel bad, but it wasn't exactly fun to be the one doing all of the work. "Sora, please I need you to give me attention too."
He turned his lips back to her cunt, kissing her for a moment. "Gods, you are sexy." His free hand caressed her thigh, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a soft red mark and make an impactful sound, he was exploring her, and wanted to see how she would respond to a mix of pain and pleasure as his fingers from the other hand continued to work her. Plus his kisses. "I love the taste of you're soft pussy." He said not holding back anything from his voice. "Sora, you're wings are soft, and your body is beautiful, I want to see your feathers stained with my cum."
All of his friends had been convicts, and this was the way they always talked about sex. He wasn't really sure what he was supposed to say or do. "Please put my dick in your mouth, suck me dry." He bit his lower lip for a moment looking up at Sora. before returning to his task. Though if she had any curiosity about how he felt about her, he no longer had any fears when it came to what he was saying. He had no reason to hold back or hide anything. He was going to tell Sora exactly what he wanted.
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It was clear that Momo had stopped talking about something on her mind, and he wasn't sure what that was exactly. He tried to put it together, but completely failed to miss what the female student was trying to say to him, and so not wanting to dig it up, he decided to do as she asked and forget that she said anything. Next round he was more confidant that she would attempt to fight him back using more strength, and more focused. He did however hope that he hadn't done any permanent damage. She did however offer to answer any questions he asked and he would take her up on that after the match.
Deku stepped back into the ring a smile on his face, and a more serious look on his green eyes as he looked over at Momo. "I'm not scared, I want you to come at me with everything you have." He said with a grin. This was a good chance to test the upper limits of what the two of them could do. While he wouldn't activate his quirk he was one hundred percent certain that he would be giving this fight his all.
Round two started and his arms went up to help protect himself. However this time he waited for Yaoyorozu to attack him. "Come at me."
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D-Did you hear me, Matsuda? she inquired of him when she heard no response, at least, not right away. Dare she interrupt, though-? It is a struggle not to surrender to his ministrations, not to let go of her inhibitions and indulge herself in this reckless behavior, but one of them has to remain reasonable. About to speak up again, Sora had even gone so far as to open her mouth however, he chose to right then answer and in a way which only had heat licking at her features once again. Must he speak so lewdly-?! And why did he want to savor this? It is most embarrassing, and it would be a waste of precious time. Does he not care to spend his last moments elsewhere-?
A noise threatened to break free of her lips as his fingers delved into her body, two sliding in deep while his thumb rubbed at some part of her she never dare explore before. Sora lifted a leg up, as if to discourage him from continuing and yet, she could not bring herself to do so. Sexy? Her? Is he delusional? How can he think of her as anything but a feathered freak? Matsuda may be just biased, provided their shared history however, it does not explain why he is willing to undergo this sort of endeavor with the likes of her. Any female would do. Must it be her? Is he not confident in his skills, hence the reason why-?
Every insecurity, every thought unraveled when his hand went on to caress her thigh, only to slap her upon the derriere a heartbeat later. It was not gentle, by any means but rather firm, as if determined to leave a mark on her skin. An ache sinking in proved he was successful. It required everything she had not to cry out in surprise, not to fall apart at the seams. Sora can tell that heat is rising to her face, which is an unsettling realization, because well, she prefers the idea she is being the reasonable one. As the seconds slipped on past it grew evident she is not going to be released anytime soon. Oh no.
I wish you would not be so vulgar, she huffed, though the words were no louder than a sigh. It goes without saying that she is only doing this to placate him, to give onto him a gift before he has to be put under the knife, to endure a surgery from which he may never wake. Everything she does is to satisfy these primal urges of his. Nothing more. It does not mean she reciprocates his feelings, it does not imply anything. Sora dare not say what else is on her mind and, instead chose to do as he ordered. It is embarrassing, true and yet, what else does she have to lose? It is not as though she has her dignity, nor her pride to consider...
Her lips parted to take in his cock. It is strange, to say the least. It has an odd flavor, too. How do girls find pleasure doing this-? It makes no sense. Sora closed her eyes, hoping against hope he will enjoy himself, and get this over with. Is that cruel of her? Perhaps. It is just awkward to be in this position, and with Matsuda, of all people.
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An eyebrow lifted when he stepped back into the ring with a confident smile, though upon closer inspection, she noticed a more serious glint in his green eyes. What changed? Is that right? Yaoyorozu-san used this opportunity to tighten the laces of her gloves, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "I hate to inform you of this, but... I am not scared, either. I look forward to... coming at you with everything I have, then." A chuckle slipped free as she shook her head, black swaying back and forth with the motion. This may very well prove to be... interesting, or at the very least enlightening. How far are they willing to go-?
In the blink of an eye, Yaoyorozu-san rushed forward to deliver several quick blows. One or two bounced off the arms he had raised in self-defense, but upon realization, she shifted her focus to his exposed stomach. The moment he moved to retaliate, she jumped back, using one arm to ward off any attack while using the other to throw in one last punch. It was tempting to utilize her legs as well, but seeing as how this is his first time boxing... she would hate to have an unfair advantage.
Yaoyorozu-san went to grab his arms, however... she didn't expect to go toppling, to have him falling... on top of her. How it happened, she has no explanation, but it stillhurt.A hiss slithered between the young woman's clenched teeth, a groan following soon after. "Izuku-san? Are you okay?" she thought to ask, blinking black eyes up at him.
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She wanted him to be less Vulgar? But wasn't that just how people talked about sex? When he had been in Juvinile hall his education had included a comperhensive sex ed, and even the instructors had used foul language to define the parts of the body. Then when people spoke about it between each other it was always with a tone that was surrounded with curse words, and such. Matsuda had gotten so used too it, that his vocabulary had just never questioned it. Sex was fucking sex, that was what he had been taught. He shook his head. Though his eyes remained focused on the sensitive folds, and virgin pink skin of Sora's cunt.
"Nah, that's just how we... oh." He bit his lip for a moment as Sora finally took his cock in with her mouth. His hands tensed, and his eyes closed. "Oh... fuck yes." The words escaped him without a second thought it was very clear that Matsuda's vocabulary would refrain from adjustment in this regard. He bit his lip feeling her tongue press against his cock, and his hips moved softly to help create a pleasureful bobbing motion within her mouth, though he was trying to make sure that he wasn't feeding her too much. His breathing was rather tense, the air would create a soft breeze as he held onto her. The staggered breath would actually roll along her thighs heating them as he held her. He swallowed hard for a second.
He attempted to focus his efforts back onto her, his fingers diving into her cunt, deeper trying to explore her, holding back his breaths he attempted to kiss her clit as he had been doing, however this was when Sora would learn something about Matsuda when it came to sex.
He was very vocal.
"Oh fuck... yes, shit that feels amazing Sora, you're... fuck me." His head came to rest agianst her thigh touching her softly watching her, his eyes looking up towards Suki as she sucked on him. "Use your tongue, suck me harder... gods I had no idea... shit... Sora..." Interspersed with his constant profanity were rather loud moans that seemed to escape his throat as he struggled to breath. At one point in order to stop himself from simply screaming, he put his mouth on her inner thigh, biting her gently as he screamed against her skin letting his throat vibrate her sensitive flesh.
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Izuku realized a touch too late that Momo had longer arms than he did, his guard could protect his face, but she had a longer reach so as she ran into hit his stomach he felt the blow hard against him, and then following up the sudden loss of air, both of them were falling, and landing hard against the ground. He was glad that rings were padded for this kind of thing, and also he landed on Yaoyorozu he coughed for a moment but found the situation rather soft like his face had landed on something soft, warm and kinda like a pillow. When he heard her voice it was muffled, and only a few moments later did he realize he had fallen face first between her breasts.
The position while comfortable was a touch intimate. He reached up to try and pull himself up. His glove pushing down on her breast as he tried to move. He recognized his error both by the sound Momo made, and the fact that her breast was actually slightly larger than his hand, meaning the skin kinda bounced as he pushed himself up. Midoriya's face went red for a moment before he jumped back. "I'm so sorry, i didn't mean too touch you like that."
It was the second time now he had made physical contact with her breast. He couldn't be sure if he had just crushed the same tit he had punched earlier, but they were both so big that he as more or less dealing with two impossible to get around mountains of a target. Not that he could compare them to mountains, they were more like... oh man he was gonna get in so much trouble for this.
"I think we should do something else." He practically shouted. "There is plenty of work out equipment here, maybe we should do some free weights or something." Something anything where he couldn't end up hitting her breasts again.
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Just how we-? Is he going to finish sharing? Sora thought of asking, of stopping what she is doing in order to do so however, she did not take advantage of the opportunity when it presented itself, thus it slipped beyond her grasp. An eye cracked open as he releases more profanity, a sign he is not going to refrain from doing so anytime soon. Matsudas hips rolling, having his cock slide in and out of her mouth, was but another sign that his thoughts are fixated on the present, on what is happening, not on his choice of words. It is not altogether surprising. He is a male, after all and men have a tendency to forgo anything related to reason in favor of carnal pleasure.
Every pant of his had heat teasing along her thighs, which made it extremely difficult to keep her composure. A heartbeat later, his fingers are delving back into her body, deeper than before exploring, his lips and tongue kissing at her as well. Sora jerked as pleasure once again threatened to burn, to consume, being that she did not expect this. Fresh heat licked at her features, leaving behind a rosy red she has no hope of hiding. Hearing his encouragement and guidance, Sora used an elbow to steady herself while she used her tongue more, attempted to suck him harder. Did he really have no idea-? It is obvious the juvenile detention center has corrupted his language, but did it not provide him with plenty of opportunities to do this sort of thing-?
It is hard to speculate. Matsuda does not really talk of his experience behind bars, and she does not wish to rub salt in the wound, as the saying goes. It is embarrassing to hear him groan, and moan, and elaborate on how good this feels for him. At one point or another, he put his mouth to the inside of her thigh biting her there as a scream ripped free of his throat.
Sora was surprised, true, but she did not anticipate the fact she may very well like being bitten, of all things.
A gasp ripped itself free of her throat and, embarrassed, Sora had no choice but to continue what she is doing else, he may realize. The tips of her ears unbearably hot, she closed her eyes, hoping against hope he was drowning in his own pleasure. Luckily she did not have her hair pulled up or back, so several threads of silver have swayed forward to conceal her face from view. It is strange enough to find herself in this sort of situation, but to have him do such lewd things to her body, and be so sovocalabout how much he is enjoying it well, it is difficult to fathom.
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Is he alright? Yaoyorozu-san has no idea why hes shouting, but if his red face is any indication Izuku-kun is very, very very embarrassed. It's to be expected, seeing as how they keep finding themselves in awkward positions, but isn't he a teenage boy? Of course she can't say much in this regard, however she understands each incident was an accident, nothing else. else. Youre right, Yaoyorozu-san replied on the softest of laughs, brushing this off as she climbed up onto her feet. Let me see I suppose we can work on the weights. Yaoyorozu-san dipped her head down and, using her teeth, began to pull at the laces of her boxing gloves. Come, then. A smile was flashed in his direction as she twisted away, to head towards the equipment.
An hour and a half later, Yaoyorozu-san had her hands on her knees, panting, beads of sweat glistening on her pale skin. Bits and pieces of inky black had managed to escape the young womans ponytail. Alright, I believe were done here, she breathed, lifting her dark eyes to appraise the man standing before her. It looks just as tired as her, if not more so. A smile spread from ear to ear. Its getting late, and Im sure tomorrows lessons are not going to be any easier than todays.
Yaoyorozu pushed herself into an upright position, placing her hands on her hips now. Lets head on back. I need to wash up, and I try to get up early to stretch my muscles, she went on to explain, already making her way to the door. Ooh, it feels nice out. Both hands reached up towards the sky, as if she can pluck a star from the navy blue blanket stretched over their heads, somehow.
Of course that is just a whimsical thought. Yaoyorozu smiled at the idea, though, regardless, just to steal a glance over her shoulder at him when she heard the door swing closed. How do you feel? she asked, tilting her head. Not too sore, I hope.
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Matsuda was struggling with his own pleasure now. Sora's mouth was turning into a very warm, very wet, and oh so pleasureful place to rest his cock. There was some temptation to simply stay at what they were doing, but at the same time he wanted the full experience with her. While he wanted to savour this moment for the rest of his life, he knew that time was pressured. With each thrust into her mouth he was starting to put more and more of himself inside of her, and that was a worry as well, he was finding it harder to sit still, not to go wild, and he knew for a fact that if he did he would end up hurting Sora. He had heard some of the guys talk about this, the desire to make a girl puke on their dick because they shoved it down their throat.
It was not something he wanted to see or inflict upon Sora. Plus her own body was indicating that she was wet. His fingers were coated in sexual juices from being inside of her. There were so many things he didn't really know about, but he knew it meant that her body was receiving as much pleasure as he was with this activity. Looking at her thigh where he had bit her he realized that he was probably gonna end up leaving a bruise on her inner thigh, clear signs that the two had sex. Knowing that she couldn't dress herself, that her handmaiden reported to her father.
He was going to be in trouble for this. And yet there was a question that burned his mind for a moment, a selfish desire that he didn't even really want. The question of what if, and would she keep his child if he died.
Matsuda pushed himself up and off of Sora, his cock exiting her mouth, letting her breath, as the saliva and pre cum dripped onto her breasts and upper body. "I'm going to change positions." He said softly. He exited the bed standing up, as he grabbed her bird ankles and pulled her so that she was now sideways, his hands grabbed her thighs and spread them far apart so that every inch of the woman he loved was on display to him now. There was simply no hiding any embarrassment that she felt at this point as he could see everything.
Keeping one hand under each of her knees spreading her legs so far apart he lifted her ass up slightly so that his cock came to rub against her pussy. He looked down at Sora, a small smile on his face. He realized after a moment that he wasn't wearing protection, neither of them were, there was a real and genuine risk to all that they were about to do. He adjusted himself for a moment, and then slowly began to push his cock inside of her wet pussy, the tip went in easy, but her virgin folds quickly became tighter as the rest of his cock was pushed inside of her, and now with him atop her, he felt a bit like he was splitting her apart. "Oh, fuck.... Sora. You are beautiful." His language clearly not going to change.
"How do you feel?" He asked lightly, wanting to know if she was okay with having his cock inside of her. He leaned over her, able to see every part of her. His hips started to move slowly at first, building up, his cock getting a feel for her walls as they pressed against him.
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Midoriya walked out into the night air after the long work out, he stretched, and felt the cool breeze of night air. Midoriya actually opened up his shirt, letting the MHA PE uniform fall off him for a moment revealing the fact that Midoriya was a lot stronger than he looked. His abs, came out on display as well his muscle lined shoulders, all of which glistened subtly with his sweat. He let out a sigh of relief for a moment. "I bet, it's been chaos the first few days have all been assessments, and now that we are past that things are about to get seriously more rough."
When she asked if he was sore he smiled at her. "What about you, we hit each other pretty hard, I hope i didn't bruise you." His eyes wandered lightly to her breasts which was where he had for the majority punched her, they seemed like a giant unprotected spot, and also... really nice. He didn't make any further comments, about them as he walked with Momo. "This was fun, I'd like to do it again sometimes. A lot of the time I'm just lifting weights in my room or going on jogs in the morning alone."
Midoriya routinely did a lap around the school every morning. "So if your willing, i'd like to have you as a partner to work out with more down the road." He gave her a small smile, at this point.
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It is not altogether surprising he chose to change positions, to pursue more of the pleasure that which she had to offer him but she did not expect it so soon. A surprised little gasp ripping free of her throat, golden-amber eyes blinked up at him as he grabbed her ankles, pulled her so she was sideways instead of lying on her back. It was not long until his greed, his persistence, had Sora spread before him leaving her with no modesty to speak of. Heat licked at her features anew, but of course there was no hiding her embarrassment. Matsuda looked down at her with this small smile, warm with a love she can only believe to be manufactured, produced in the heat of the moment, but the memory of it was quick to leave her mind once pain pierced her down below.
Agonizing, excruciating pain, unlike anything she has ever felt before, threatened to rip her apart. It hurt. It hurt so badly, Sora longed to do nothing more than break down and cry. What is the point of doing so, though? It accomplishes very little. Bringing her wings up against her chest, she only allowed herself to close her eyes tightly as he pushed in deeper, taking her virginity making it to where no other man will ever want anything to do with her in the days to come. Not a single tear will leave her. Not a cry of pain shall slip free of her lips, not if she can help it.
Beautiful? Her? No. Not likely. Why is he asking how she feels? Is it not obvious? It is just redundant to ask, even if it is only polite to do so. Sora dared to open an eye, to look upon him as all these thoughts occurred to her and yet, she could not bring herself to say a word that which is on her mind.
Lies are best in this situation. Matsuda does not wish to hear the truth, nor does he wish to acknowledge it. I am fine, she told him, surprised to find her tone is somewhat even. It portrayed none of her feelings, nor her thoughts. It hurts. It hurts so badly, she has no idea how to handle this sort of pain but she does not want him to know that, not when he is the one inflicting it upon her. It is not just a physical pain, either rather, it is one that is cutting into her very heart. Yes, Sora has come to terms with the fact she still has feelings for him, and yet he has not given her the time to consider whether or not she wishes to pursue those feelings.
Sora closed her eyes, again twisting her head away as to endure the pain in silence. He may have realized it himself, and he has promised her something he has no control over however, he did not think of one thing: if she wants to be in a relationship with him at all. Does he not realize how heavy a weight it is to have the name Hanakawa-? It shall not be long until her name is tied to another, one of which will prove to be greatly beneficial to the company. Of course she will not be married, not yet but she will be engaged. A ring will be put on a chain, so it can hang around her neck to show that she is not available. Does he not see how this is jeopardizing the future planned for her at the very beginning? No one wants anything to do with a feathered freak, not willingly.
No, that is not entirely true - no one wants anything to do with her, unless it benefits them. Sora knows this to be a fact. Is she not providing him a service? Both wings brought up to hide her chest from his hungry eyes, she closed her own once again hoping against hope this shall not last long.
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No, Im fine. Thank you for your concern, though. Yaoyorozu stretched her arms high above her head again, just to roll her shoulders to help alleviate an ache that has settled there. I actually feel good. Limber. I had fun tonight. A smile provided just for his eyes alone, Yaoyorozu began to stretch her arms across her chest in order to cool down. I would like to do it again sometime. You go on jogs in the morning? Oh. It is a nice idea to go jogging in the morning, especially with someone else. Would it be wrong to ask if she can join him-? It may come across as rude.
Yaoyorozu paused long enough to bend and touch her ankles unintentionally giving him a view of her derriere. Are you sure? I do appreciate the offer, but I would hate to intrude. I know most people prefer their mornings to be quiet. A soft chuckle leaving her, Yaoyorozu pushed herself up unaware that her shorts have ridden up in the meantime. If you are fine with it, I would like to work out with you more often. I just do general stretches in the morning, but a jog could be more invigorating.
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Something was wrong, Matsuda couldn't really put his finger on it. He was blind to her suffering because of the mask she had put on, but it was wrong. He had seen videos of sex, he had listened to others talk about how it was supposed to go, there was a lot more cussing, a lot more vulgar language, and passion. She told him he was fine, and yet something was wrong just by the very nature of her saying she was fine rather than saying something more like, 'it feels good' or even an acknowledgement of pain, cause it was supposed to hurt right?
the first time with a girl, the breaking of a maiden, or something along those lines. That first time was supposed to hurt at least a little, but the actresses always seemed to bounce back, and they always seemed to enjoy what was happening. Here even as his own hips moved it felt like Sora wasn't moving. He tried to meet her eyes and yet she closed herself off, she was even using her wings to cover her breasts. Matsuda paused for a moment, his cock still inside of her, his body still leaning over her. It wasn't that these actions weren't pleasureful, they were, it was the best thing he had ever felt, this moment meant everything to him. He was making love to the woman he desired most in this world.
Except she wasn't moving. He paused for a moment, reached out and gently touched her face, his hand brushing her cheek. He closed his eyes. Was he an asshole? What was it the two of them were doing here. He felt a dark twinge of fear, and his entire body stopped moving, even his hips which had been more or less on autopilot wanting to feel that closely connected pleasure, but he could tell, he was the only one enjoying this.
Slowly his cock pulled out of her. His hands touched her soft wings. danced over her for a moment. He looked down at her, before just coming to sit down next to her. His hand gently rubbed her stomach, touching her nude body as he breathed slowly. "Your not fine." Matsuda said softly. He was trying to trace this over in his mind, how did it go wrong? She had been consenting right?
"I don't understand it." He said softly. "I thought..." He paused for a moment. He looked at her, and sighed as he laid down on her bed, laying beside her. He simply didn't have the vocabulary to deal with this situation. He was hard, and he did want her, but at the same time she seemed completely cut off from him for some reason. He didn't have any words for it, he just knew he disliked this feeling, feeling like he was hurting someone whom he loved rather than doing something that they would both find pleasureful. It was too twisted, and too painful. His eyes watered and he was left with the question if he should go, or if he was supposed to stay? what do you do when you fail so completely?
All that said his arm curled around her stomach and pulled her close so that he could at least cuddle against sora using her to lean against as he shivered and contemplated crying openly.
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Midoriya's eyes brightened up when Momo said that she would like to jog with him. He actually loved the idea, but he did want to caution her. "I'd enjoy you coming with me, but you should be careful, if your not used to running first thing in the morning it can do a lot of damage as a more intensive workout will cause a lot problems when you first start it. With the way the school is at training us, there is more than enough excercize for someone who isn't used to working out every single day."
There were plenty of students who fit that category. However if Momo really felt she could handle it. "You were great today, and I'd really like to have you as a work out partner in the future." He used to do all of this Allmight, but having a partner who could actually work out with him rather than just ride a segway while he ran would be great. "I'd have you with me whenever you want!"
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What is going on? Why has he stopped? Is he not enjoying himself-? It is like she thought: how can anyone take pleasure in a girl covered in feathers? Her heart sinking inside her chest, Sora had to swallow past the lump in her throat and against the impulse to speak up. It is humiliating to think that, even though Matsuda used to be her best friend, used to be the one she would always turn to when she is in turmoil over something or another and yet, he cannot take pleasure or satisfaction in her body. Heat licking at her pale features anew, she thought of saying something to reassure him but nothing came to mind.
A hand brushed against her cheek unexpectedly, robbing her of breath. Sora dared to crack open her eyes then, golden amber flickering over his features while he closed his own? What is he thinking of? Matsuda has stopped moving, and ooh, now he is having his fingertips touch her wings. Does he not realize how good that feels? A shuddering sigh leaving her lips, Sora did not expect her eyes to connect with crimson red so soon nor did she expect to find the emotion swimming in their depths. What is it? Disappointment? Fear? It is difficult to tell. It was not long before she received an answer, albeit an unspoken one for he pulled out of her body without so much as a warning, earning a surprised little gasp from her lips.
Is he stopping? Why? Sora had to repress a shiver, or else have it be known to him, instead biting her lip and looking elsewhere. A hand gently rubbed along her stomach, touching her with intimacy as he came to lay down next to her. I am fine, she automatically denied, even if it is not entirely the truth even if she herself does not believe it. Their eyes locked once again, but Matsuda had this deep, considering look etched onto his features, as if engraved with a knife.
Matsudas desire is obvious, because his cock is pressing against her hip pulsing, throbbing, but he has chosen not to take pleasure in her body any longer. Has he finally come to his senses? Has he finally realized that the girl of his dreams is not worth it any longer? Sora did not know what to make of this, or what she could say to reassure him. In fact she is at a total loss of words.
Her heart pounding at this point in time, she did not expect him to pull her in close, either to cuddle against her side. A wing lifted as though to drape over him, however it may not be something she should be considering. It could very well prove to make things worse. Sora looked down at the young man nestled into her, not entirely sure whether she should speak, again deny everything or bask in silence. It seems neither happens to be a very good option. What do you not understand? she dared to ask, though her voice is naught more than a croak, a hoarse murmur. What were you thinking? Sora began to roll over onto her side using an elbow, as to better look at him. A waterfall of silvery-white swayed forward from behind a shoulder the tips tickling his chest and one of his shoulders.
Do you want me or not? Amber eyes locked onto his crimson pair, Sora crawled over him, waiting for an answer. It does not matter what she wants, or her opinion on this situation. No, what holds weight is what he wants, especially being that his surgery is so close the stakes stacked so high against him.
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Yaoyorozu laughed softly under her breath, black eyes twinkling with amusement. I will be fine, Midoriya-san, she reassured him. I work out every day, I just usually dont. Im sure it will be fine. Thank you for your concern, though. A hand clapped his shoulder gently. Yaoyorozu went on to offer him a smile. I dont know if I was great today, but I think we would make good workout partners. Midoriya will likely push her in ways working out alone wont. As aspiring heroes, it will be good to improve their fighting skills, to test their limits.
I will let you get going. Im sure youre tired, and I shouldnt keep you. Yaoyorozu gave him another pat on the shoulder, only to step away to stretch her arms high above her head. What time do you usually get up in the morning? she thought to ask next. I can meet you somewhere, so we can start jogging together. Both hands resting on her hips, Yaoyorozu met his eyes without any embarrassment whatsoever, giving him another smile.
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Matsuda's breaths were kinda wet at this point. He was clearly contemplating crying but still not really sure why. She of course did follow up with the question of if he still wanted her or not. His hand moved to her wings, tenderly gently brushing her feathers. His eyes were slightly more downcast as he looked at her, but he did nod. His fingers were still toying with her wing, brushing the soft downy of her feathers, enjoying their feel. To say he found them comforting was an understatement. "That's just the thing, I want you more than I have wanted anything." He said gently, and he could have her, there was no denying that if he turned over and took her she would not resist him, but that felt so wrong.
She crawled atop him, and he sighed. moving to stop her. "It's not just about me." he kept his voice soft, more because of his quirk than because of any thought of the two of them being caught. He moved so that while she was straddling him he would still be able to sit up, he looked at her. "What I thought, is that you would want me." He actually looked kinda vulnerable and he looked up at Sora, his hands moved to her thighs gently touching and caressing her.
"You keep saying your alright, but i'm not an idiot." He said softly. "I know when someone is being forced to do something they don't want, and if that's the case, than I don't want to do that to you. Plus your very still, and quiet, everything i know about sex is that it's supposed to be kenetic and loud." Even so it wasn't like he could hide how eager he was to be touched, his cock was still pulsing against her, still twitching and hard, he wanted her, but at the same time he couldn't bare the idea that he would hurt her to do something like that. He reached out to where he had dropped his pants fishing around for his phone he pulled up a quick example of a porno holding it up to her face the soft light of the phone illuminating her body. "Isn't sex supposed to be more like this?"
"The last thing i want is to hurt you, more than i already have." He smiled at her, even with his eyes wet with tears, he brushed his eyes for a moment sniffing back the tears as he calmed his breath. "If you need too, I can help you get dressed." He said softly, he had undressed her, so redressing her kinda felt like a responsibility at this point.
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As she clapped his shoulder Midoriya winced in pain, he felt like his shoulder was going to simply fall off at this point, but he steadied himself and tried to hide the pain from the woman across from him. She was being gentle yes but he was still very sore, and the second pat however was far better, he smiled and walked back to the dorms with her trying to hide his mouth for a moment when he yawned. She was right of course having a second person with him while he worked out would do him much better. "I agree, we would make good partners." It seemed that she was understanding of what she was getting into.
When she asked if there was somewhere he started he nodded. He pointed out to the gate that encircled the main campus of the school. "I start over there at five am, my track is one full circle around the school, it's a ten kilometer run. which takes me about an hour giving me about an hour and fourty minutes to shower eat and get to class." he smiled at her. "I look forward to seeing you tomorrow." He said going towards the elevator.
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A shiver played along her spine, as if his fingers had stroked down it instead of her feathers. It was just as intimate, if not more so. It is, Sora dared to speak up at long last, though against her better judgment. I do not have the luxury of wanting things as freely as you, or as others. I have to accept what I am given, what I am allowed to have instead of longing for the things I cannot. It is harsh, but it is the truth. All her life, Father has dictated what is best for her, which is part of the reason why he never liked their friendship. It went against everything she was taught. Sora averted her eyes, knowing fully well Matsuda is not going to like hearing this. It is just not what he wants to hear. Of course it always seems to be that way, does it not?
Why does it hurt her to see him so vulnerable? Why does his caressing and touching her thighs keep sending waves of heat through her? It required a great deal of effort to swallow past the lump in her throat, to think of something to say in response. I am fine, Sora reassured the young man, and it is not as though I am being forced to do something I do not want I just I want to give you something, before you have to lay down on that table. I What can she possibly tell him that will not be taken the wrong way-? It feels like he will twist her words, that he will get angry, regardless of how carefully she considers what to say.
Kinetic? Loud? Sora hesitated, not entirely sure how to react. It is true she was quiet during all this, but is she not normally? Past experiences has shown her it is best to keep her opinions residing within her heart, locked away, and her thoughts are best left unspoken. Amber eyes blinked as Matsuda dug for his phone, and went on to show her a very explicit video. It was hard to watch. Heat licked at her features within moments, painting her pale skin with a dark, rosy red. I I have no idea, Sora blurted out, biting her lip. Is he crying?! Oh no. Ooh no. Sora curled in on herself, wings tucked up against her chest as she struggled not to cry herself. Is she truly so awful-? Did he not find her acceptable, then? How can she ever please anyone, if she cannot satisfy a male that is desperate to have a body underneath his in his last hours?
I I do not know what to say, she confessed, only speaking the truth. Am I not good enough-? I I just thought I It was then that she came to realize tears are stinging her eyes, that one -or several- are fixing to spill. Sora was quick to twist her head away, to hide the evidence. It is a sign of weakness, after all one of which Father would not approve of. A silvery-white curtain swayed forward to obscure her expression from view. I know you are just doing this because you are afraid of not waking up. I know that being with me is not something to enjoy, alright? So if I can make you feel good before you go under the knife, I would be pleased with just that.
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Five oclock? It seems a bit early, but he has a point: it provides plenty of time to hop into the shower, to change, and grab a bite to eat before class starts. Yaoyorozu gave a small, thoughtful nod. I will see you tomorrow, then, she replied with a warm smile, lifting her hand up to offer a wave. Have a good nights rest. How very strange, this turn of events. Do not get her wrong, Midoriya-kun is very kind, very sweet but she did not envision them being such fast friends. A soft chuckle slipping free of her, Yaoyorozu stretched her arms high above her head as she stepped into an elevator leading up to the girls dormitories.
A long, hot shower sounds perfect right about now. A yawn fixing to break her jaw, Yaoyorozu blinked sleepily, just to rub at one of her eyes a heartbeat later. How late is it? Ten? Eleven? Most definitely late enough to be the reason why her body feels so heavy but then again, part of the reason could be because of the work-out. Its not often she gets the chance to spar against someone else, after all.
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He saw her, saw the tears that were starting to fall from her eyes as well as his own. Heard her talk about her dad how her life was set out for him. But the most tellin thing of all was how she talked about herself. She really didn't think anyone would ever truly love her. He didn't know how to fix that, he didn't even know if he could fix that. He held her closely softly brushing her feathers for a moment. "You think... way to much."
His breath hitched he had still been crying after all. he didn't know how else to talk about this. He was raw and emotional. He was hurting, and apparently so was she. She tried to look away, his hand caught her cheek forcing her back to look at him. So that his lips could steel hers. passionate kissing followed, his tongue invading her mouth letting him taste her freely as he could. He held her body down. Denying her the ability to fly free, as the kiss broke he rested his forehead against hers. "And yet you think far too little of yourself." He said softly.
"You are my bird of paradise, the one person I want more than any other in existence." He said softly, He pulled her up over top of him. He grabbed her legs and forced her to straddle his cock, holding her where the skin met rougher 'ankle' he didn't shy away from touching her in areas he knew she didn't want to touch. "You want to please me?" He said kissing her again holding her for a moment. Sitting up with her, and still he forced her to straddle him, to look directly at him, his eyes slightly red, but now with a lock of passion against her. "Stop thinking about your father, and the life he set out for you."
"and fuck me raw on this bed, you on top, expose everything. Run your hips, and spread your wings." In a sense he was asking her to bare everything, and to make love to him the way he had watched it, the way he was certain it was supposed to be, he was still holding her legs, he wasn't going to let her go without a fight. He forced her to stradle him, forced her to look at him, but now at least he knew that he wasn't forcing her to fuck him. Not litterally, she wanted this, she had said so. "Please Just... forget the world, and focus on me, on us, and stop holding back." He smiled His hand brushed against her talon, holding her clawed foot like a man would her hand. "You, my bird of paradise, if you can give me that, than I know... I'll be able to come back to you."
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Deku nodded he liked the idea of a shower, but he wouldn't invade her privacy or try to ask for anything nearly so vulgar as to join her. That said he did rally his courage enough to smile at her. "It's a date than." He said. Before running to his room. He had ran almost as fast as his sore legs could still carry him slamming it behind him as he huffed.
He had talked to a girl! He had done a lot more than talk to a girl! he had a date with her tomorrow! Now he was really excited, he needed to get sleep, but he kept focusing around Yayorozu as he stripped and got into his own shower. He had been so close to a woman, and now he had a way to like ask her out on an actual date! not just a jog. Before meeting all-might something like this was impossible he had gone all through highschool as a the punching bag, now he really was the popular kid! "I can't believe it, it's like I've actually arrived at paradise UA is amazing!"
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I what? Of course Matsuda did not give her any time to consider his words, the implications, before reaching out to touch her cheek to force her to look back at him. In an instant, Soras lips are stolen in a passionate kiss one of which had his tongue invading her mouth, tasting her thoroughly. It robbed her of breath, of necessary oxygen and yet, who is she to complain? It is not for her benefit that she chose to do this but his.
Matsuda held her tightly during it, to deny her a means of escape but after the kiss, he rested her forehead against his on a pant. I know better than to believe that, Sora replied on a sigh. Amber-golden eyes blinked, though she did not say anything as of yet, not when he was too preoccupied pulling her into his lap. A bird of paradise? I? Sora repeated with a heavy dose of doubt and skepticism. No. To claim I am one would imply I have freedom, and it is freedom I do not have. I am a bird, held captive in a gilded cage. I do not see why you want me, of all girls, when you can have anyone.
No. It is too much to ask of her. How does he expect her to-? Sora struggled to swallow past the lump in her throat, however it did little to help the stinging of her eyes. Is it not enough that I am willing to give myself to you? she had to ask. How can I let go of the expectations that are always upon my shoulders? How can I forget the life that has been planned for me ever since I was eight, nine years old? If Father had his way, you would pay no role in my life have no part in it. I am going against his wishes to see you, as it is! Does that not satisfy you? Does that not please you? Sora did nothing to stop the tears spilling down her cheeks.
Please, just take what I can offer. I may not be able to groan, or moan, or do dirty talk, but I can give you my body, my first time. I did not dream of this. I have not thought of my first time, of giving up my virginity. In fact, Father has explicitly told me I have to save it for my husband to be. I-I just-! What does he expect of her?! Sora put her wings to his chest, to maintain distance between he and her while her sanity and her thoughts sort of unraveled. This is just too much. Maybe this was a bad idea. No, itwasa bad idea. Have they both lost their minds-?! I want you to live, after the surgery but I think you expect too much of me. I am not vocal, like that girl in the video, nor do I plan to be anytime soon. I-I just wish you would take advantage of what I have to give, and leave it at that. Is it too much to ask for?
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Black eyes closed as the young woman tilted her head back, hot water soaking into her hair trailing down the curve of her throat, and tracing along the rest of her body. A groan slipped free before very long. It feels good to have the heat sink into her sore and tired muscles, into her bones especially after that workout. Momo stood under the water for a long, long time, just enjoying the heat, and then reached out to get the bottle of shampoo waiting nearby.
It wasnt long until she was out, drying herself off with a towel she had ready. A quick glance at the clock revealed just how late it really was, and she released another groan. I guess I wont be sleeping for long tonight, Momo realized, digging through her dresser for something she can wear to bed. It was not long until she was slipping into a simple, oversized white shirt and a pair of black shorts, and then pulling back the blankets. A yawn broke free of her lips as she settled down for the night.
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Matsuda listened, she really had built a cage of expectation around herself, or perhaps it was just her family name weighing in on her. She wasn't the carefree friend he once knew, she had to constantly consider her role in the world now, and he kind of hated that. It was disturbing he didn't like the idea that she was eternally bound by that weight and pressure, it felt like she had zero passion in her life, even something like sex which was built up in his mind as the most passionate thing a person could do. It was supposed to be steamy full of fowl language, random confessions of love, and emotion as their hips collided into one another, instead she was just on his lap crying. She really didn't seem to understand why he wanted her. If she hadn't realized this shit by now than she probably never would. "Cause I love you idiot."
He was making her cry, and some part of him hated himself. Why couldn't he let it go? She was already willing to do so much for him, she was already defying every expectation her father had set out for her. She was doing a lot for him, and she was right this wasn't her fantasy, he wasn't her fantasy. He was just... a non entity in her life, that line hurt the most. Her father would hate him for touching her the way he already had. yet his hands were all over her. Brushing against her soft ass, touching her thighs brushing up to her womanhood, trailing up her ribs, and even touching her feathery wings.
But if he did have sex with her, it would feel so robotic, just going through the motions with her, devoid of passion and caring. He would only end up feeling like he had committed some horrible crime against her especially because he knew it would hurt. He brushed her cheek. "I'm sorry, I can't." He said softly. He shook his head. They were stuck, he wanted her, but at the same time she didn't want anything, or rather she wouldn't allow herself to want anything. even if their sex somehow became mind blowing at this point, they were both in tears, his cock had gone soft even against the heat of her body, he supposed that happened to every man once and a while. He knew that he shouldn't think less of himself, he could blame everything from the mood, to the lateness to the impending surgery making things difficult for him. But it really just came down to him not wanting to accept things the way they were.
"I think... the mood has passed us both by. Sora... I love you. I want you, but without that back, I'd only hurt you... physically and emotionally." He sighed pushing past er wings he rested his head agianst her breast, letting himself listen to her heartbeat, as tears fell from his own eyes. Though they were now closed. "I'm too tired to fight you on this now. This is my fault... too much of myself, my expectations, but please... just hold me for a bit, press me close, wrap your wings around me, cuddle here with me till i have to go. It would mean so much more to me. than even sex to just be close to the woman I love."
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No. Impossible.
It was as if Soras heart stopped inside her chest, and all because of three insignificant little words, strung together by what could only be incredulity. How-? How can he love her, of all people? Does he not realize just how precious a confession is? Matsuda does not need to be giving it away so lightly, not when it is not sincere not when he may very well die tonight. It is just too cruel to play with her heart in such a way. All he wants is to experience sex. Sora paused upon hearing his next words, her heart sinking. Did she ruin things-? Why did she say anything at all? A wing lifted in an attempt to brush away the evidence of her inner turmoil, but she did not anticipate him pushing past her wings to lay his head against her breast. It brought to mind how a newborn would do so, if only to hear the heartbeat of his or her mother because it is a soothing sound, in the confusing chaos that is this new world.
Of course, he is not a baby but a boy, no, a man one who seems to believe he wants her.
Sora swallowed past the lump in her throat, finding it difficult to piece any sort of thought together. It is just so baffling, so mystifying. How is she supposed to handle this? Handle him? Matsuda does not make it easy A soft sigh leaving her lips before very long, Sora dared to bring her wings up once again, to do as he asked of her. Hugging him close does not require anything which she cannot give. He had wanted desperate need, passion, vulgar language during sex, and that is not who she is. For far too long, she has kept the words of her heart stifled, buried deep so no one can hurt her again, or use those words against her.
An hour later, Sora dared to nudge him gently, since he had fallen asleep. We have to go, she whispered. It will not be long now. It was a few minutes before he grumbled and pulled away, eyes blinking and uncomprehending at first. Matsuda shuffled off the bed to retrieve his clothes off the floor, bending down here, there, his joints stiff -or is that reluctance she is detecting? When he was through becoming decent, he was kind enough to help her back into her own clothes. It was rather awkward, and more than a little embarrassing but luckily, it did not last long, being that time was not in great supply. Sora rolled her shoulders to help her jacket settle better and, with that they were off. No one else was in the halls at this time, more than likely preoccupied with homework or studying, however she was relieved not to run into anyone on the way. How would they explain leaving her room together-?
H-Here we are, she announced unnecessarily, pausing just before the door. A ray of golden light filtered in through a window nearby, rippling over the waterfall of silver spilling down her back. Sora shuffled between her feet, obviously at a loss of what to say. Amber-golden eyes avoided his for the longest time, just drinking in details of the hallway that is, until she finally dared to glance up at him. Good luck, she told him, seeing as how that is the only thing that came to mind. What else could she tell him, though? Especially in the light of his confession? Sora still has no idea what to think of it. No matter how much she pushed him away, he was persistent enough to wiggle his way back into her life and now, she knows not what to do, what to think.
human
Good Luck.
That was the last thing she said to him. Matsuda looked at her for a moment, she didn't give him anything more than that. She didn't return his confession of love, and at this point he knew she wouldn't. He was forcing too much out of her, she needed time that he didn't have. He looked at her for a long moment etching her face into his memory, he wanted it to be the last thing he saw that night. He looked like he wanted to tell her more, like he wanted to do anything more than leave her side, but it was late, the night was late. He looked at her, and sighed.
He had said everything he could say, now he had to wait for her to say something back to him.
Going into the surgery room he was prepped, and laid down, drugs were administered, and in a heart beat, he was gone to the world trapped in a haze of dreaming as his body was cut apart and pieced back together.
3 weeks later.
Matsuda sat in a garden outside of UA's dorm, he looked up at the sky for a moment. It was very early, so early that the sky was only starting to turn from purple to blue, and yet he wasn't the only one out here. He watched as a boy named Deku, and a young woman started to do their morning run. He sat in a chair outside the dorm. Leaning against a wall. He had been out of the hospital for after only a week, since then he had done light duty classes, partaking in physio therapy when the other heroes were doing more strenious work, he had tried not to fall behind, and in truth his grades were actually improving, today was the day he was going to go back to full classes. If he had been doing this without the help of UA he would probably still be in the hospital.
Everything however was not perfect. He had not spoken to Sora since that night. He had decided to finally give her some space to come to terms with her feelings, he had texted her once or twice. She was the first person he messaged when he had gotten out of the hospital, but he had never heard anything back from her.
He sighed softly, and this time as he did no wind escaped him. His control over his quirk wasn't perfect, if he sneezed he could still go a bit crazy, but it was no longer a random roll on the dice on if every breath was going to leave him coughing, or if would create a massive wind storm. He was able to emit his quirk more or less at will now thanks to the strengthing implants that helped to control his quirks unique muscles. It also meant his signature red scarf was no longer needed.
He didn't feel like using a crutch he didn't need anymore.
Today was the day he went back to class.
In another two weeks they would be going into the sports festival. He had fallen behind, it was time to get serious.
But first he was going to sit on this chair, and wait for Sora.
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Three weeks has passed since their disastrous attempt at sex.
Life returned to something resembling normalcy, although things were a little different than before. Hitomi returned the morning after. It was a relief to see her old friend, but it was unnerving how she did not mention anything of the meeting with Father. Sora had no courage to ask, either. In class, she had to endure listening to lectures, trying to commit each and every word to memory because she could not bring herself to pick up that wretched pencil, to make a fool of herself in front of everyone. Hero Academia is going to be a traumatic experience, it seems.
Rarely does she speak up anymore, nor does she talk with anyone besides Hitomi. It just feels like too much effort.
No one reached out to her, either, so it all worked out. It was for the best. Sora had nothing to say to anyone, as it is. Doing homework was hardly difficult. Hitomi had received word to not jot down any notes for her during class, thus she had to rely solely upon herself. It was sort of nice to withdraw into herself, to contemplate feelings and thoughts she did not have to share with others.
Unfortunately, she did not have long to do so.
Father had decided to rush things along, regarding her arranged marriage. Every few days he makes plans for her to meet a potential suitor. It is an opportunity to flaunt his only daughter before the legible sons of wealthy partners, of men who could very well prove to be beneficial to the company. Sora is not a fan. Hitomi sits her down in front of a mirror to use a curling iron on her untamed hair and then helps stuff her into a dress, as though she is a piece of property put up for auction. It is humiliating. Every dinner is supervised, of course, but every minute feels like an eternity when conversation is strained especially under such scrutiny. More often than not, Sora just kept her head down, preserving what little dignity she has left to her name by saying nothing.
After hearing Matsudas confession, she had no idea how to reply to his messages. Just how did he expect her to react? Did he honestly believe she would cry and jump into his arms, to forgive him for ten years worth of abandonment and hurt? No, it is not so easy to forgive and forget. It is not easy to put aside everything, to risk her heart again.
Today is the day he comes back to class, though. As tempting as it is to avoid him, to pretend that she did not read his text, Sora can not be so rude. Not only that, but Matsuda explicitly asked her to see him beforehand. Hitomi warned her it was not wise to go, partly because of Fathers objections to such a friendship, tentative though it may be however, she insisted otherwise. Please, Sora plead, golden-amber eyes locked on calculating blue, let me see what he wants. I only need a moment.
I am giving you five minutes. Any longer, and you might be late to class.
Sora offered the smallest of smiles, just to dip her head. Thank you.
What does he want? An answer? A helping hand? It is difficult to say. Sora buried her nerves and began to approach him, eyes drinking in the sight of him. It was not long until she stopped before the young man.
You look well, she found the words to say at long last. It was difficult to refrain from fidgeting, especially since it was the only thing that came to mind. A rogue breeze played with the tips of her hair, making silvery-white fan out, her feathers flutter.
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Three weeks of physio and school work. Matsuda had lost weight but in a good way. He had gained muscle tone and definition. He had healed, but not all traces of the surgery were gone he had a scar on his neck a smooth red mark one could mistake for an accident while shaving except for how deep it ran.
His eyes turned towards Sora when she told him he looked good. He lifted himself up to his feet steadying himself for a moment. "I wanted to apologize to you."
"The last time we spoke I dumped a lot of my heart in front of you out of a mix of emotions and fear of my own death. I dont regret what I said my feelings have not changed but I should have accepted you when you said you needed more time."
Matsuda for once in his life spoke with the type of formal tone that Sora was more used to hearing. But it sounded so wrong on his tongue that he winced from his own words they sounded way too cold.
"Yuck that sounds terrible what I mean to say is." He moved closer putting a hand on her shoulder giving her a soft smile. "I love you and this time I'm willing to wait to hear you say it back."
He had said everything he had wanted too that night and he had held her close. He had gotten more than he ever thought he could and yet he was still hungry for more. He wanted her, but this time he would let her come to him. "Take your time, I'm not going to vanish ever again."
He smiled at her. He didnt expect her to answer right away but she needed to know that there was no longer some sword of damacles over his head. He no longer had any fear of loosing her.
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Apologize? What for? Sora had meant to speak up, to say something on his behalf however, he had spoken up before she could do so. It was only polite to let him continue, and without interrupting. Another breeze had pieces of silver falling into golden eyes, but she did not make a move to brush these aside, instead standing there quietly as he explained everything.
Deep down, she is not angry with him. It was out of fear he had spoken of such things, had tried to push things. It is just How is she to reply? It is not as though she can reciprocate his feelings.
Sora looked up at him, realizing right then that he is a good two, three inches taller than she. When did that happen? Or is she just now noticing? Has he lost weight? No, wait. It matters not. A hand upon her shoulder, Sora could not escape so easily nor could she think of an answer to give.
Thus she offered a small smile instead. Thank you. I do appreciate your patience. Does he not realize the possibility of their being together is but an impossibility? Does he not see? Sora has no choice in her future, no voice.
I have to go, though. My first class is about to start, and I cannot be late. Sora chuckled softly, but it sounded fake to her own ears, as if she is forcing herself to do so. I will see you later.
Hitomi lingered, eyes studying the young man. Go ahead, she told Miss Hanakawa, I have to take care of something. I will see you in the classroom. Sora paused, halfway tempted to ask, however she decided it best not to and go on her way, heading back inside. Rubbing her hands together slowly, Hitomi approached Matsuda with an indecipherable look upon her face.
You do realize the awful position you have put her in?
No, likely not. A soft sigh left her lips. Sora is having to sit down with potential suitors, Hitomi shared, and it will not be long until her father picks one to be her husband. Displeasure flashed in those blue eyes, just to disappear half a heartbeat later. Must you pursue this? Mr. Hanakawa is not one to be refused.
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Something was wrong, Matsuda could feel it, but he didn't really know how to reply to it, they were in the same class, they could have walked together, they should have, instead she took off and ran from him. He paused for a moment trying to think about what was going on, what had changed in the three weeks prior, he resigned himself to waiting until the body guard spoke up and told him that he was doing something cruel to Sora, he supposed in a way he was.
Matsuda listened to Hitomi for a moment, Sora was already going through Suitors? he blinked slowly comprehending the story. Then he he was told that Hanakawa could not be refused. "Fuck him."
It was a singular, and loud statement, Matsuda brushed his hair back for a moment and looked at Hitomi. "Izumi Has been a thorn in the side of my neck that I only just removed, he's the one that was pruning my emails to Sora making her think i abandoned her for so long, He's also the reason i never got a fair trial." Matsuda crossed his arms. "Of course he would try to marry off Sora, and she'd do it, she has done everything in her life to try and look up to that man, and what has it done? it's crippled her. He actively seeks to clip her wings at every opportunity, she has the ability to fly and he grinds her into the dirt."
"Your damned right i'm gonna pursue her, and you can either help me or get out of my way, Izumi put me away once, he can't do that again, and if he really wants to come at me, I've not sat idle. I would never put Sora in harms way, but if I have to go to war for her Izumi won't find me an easy target. If he wants to keep his precious company than he should really consider me for Sora's hand. Ten years in Juvenile hall surrounded by friends and family of his enemies you learn a lot of things if you can get people to talk." He walked up to Hitomi. "I'm sorry, it's not your fault your just the rock stuck between two unstoppable forces. Do pick a side and try not to be crushed in the fallout." Matsuda's eyes had a strange hint of malice the red eyes for a moment making him look so much more like the villain most people thought he was, a sort of murderous intent around him.
Than he smiled and laughed like it was nothing punching her arm lightly as if everything he had just said was a joke. "Tell the old man i'm back, and I won't be leaving this time, anyway I gotta get to class, my desk is still right beside hers after all."
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At homeroom Aizawa explained that they would be getting ready to go out for a field trip. "We are going to start practical rescue training over the next few days. Now we have been going over the home work and rules for this, but this is an enviroment that is a touch more dangerous than you are used too, anyway, we will be going out to the busses now."
Matsuda let out a sigh of relief he had kept up with the paperwork portion of classes, but he had been worried about the practical portion, after all he had been in the hospital for a while, and going outside to the busses just meant that he hadn't really missed nearly as much as he thought he did. Also that meant he could finally leave campus for once. He even got to have the ankle monitor taken off as it would normally completely prevent him from leaving UA grounds.
Total win! On the bus he looked to Sora, taking the seat next to her.
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It seems that during this field trip, they can wear their costumes or not, if they so choose. Aizawa did say it could very well limit their abilities but hers does not contribute or limit. It is just a regular outfit, one she finds comfortable to fight in. Sora decided not to change, instead remaining in her school uniform even if she feels a tad ridiculous when everyone else is in armor. This is going to be rescue training, however what will they be doing, exactly? A soft sigh left her lips, seeing as how she knows it will bother her until she finds out.
During the bus ride, Sora kept quiet because Matsuda was sitting next to her, and she still had no idea what to say. Father plans on marrying her to whoever wants to tie their name to that of the Hanakawa company and so, his hopes he and her will end up together are just meant to be dashed. It makes her heart sink to think she is going to disappoint him yet again.
Sora has no idea if she can bring herself to love him. Ten years ago, she would have jumped into his arms, crying and laughing out of joy while declaring her love and that would be without a shred of shame. In the present? It feels as though it is just too risky to let someone back into her heart even if it is the young man she loved so long ago. It was through no fault of his own that he left her and though she knows this, it is difficult to persuade her heart otherwise. Amber eyes gazing out through the window, golden light played over silvery-white feathers and hair, rippled over the angles of the aristocratic features she came to inherit.
After some time, they arrived at their destination. A hero in a white suit explained that heroes have to be in all sorts of different environments to assist and rescue people, some of which will not be to their advantage. It makes sense. Tsuyu Asai has a Frog Quirk, and despite being versatile, she excels in water. Sora herself is best in the air though she has to argue whether or not she happens to be a decent hero at this rate. It feels like no matter what she does, it is never good enough. As of late, Sora has even considered the idea of leaving UA but she has not had the opportunity to bring it up with Father. Of course, he will likely dismiss the claims as ludicrous, only to deposit her back onto the schools front steps within the hour. Another sigh leaving her lips, she barely paid any attention as Thirteen split the class up into teams. It was not surprising when she heard she was to have Matsuda on her team.
Why must her luck be so awful? Does fate have to be so cruel? Sora did not let her smile waver, but instead turned to him and let it broaden though it was strained. It sounds like we have to work hard with the class representatives, she shared, just to laugh softly under her breath a moment later. Can it be any more awkward between he and her-?!
Dont worry; Im sure it will all end up fine, Yaoyorozu-san spoke up. In a high-collared, sleeveless crimson leotard, very little is left to the imagination when it comes to her curves. Silver lines are at her waist and around her arms, leaving it open to expose her skin from her neck to just below the navel. Two gold utility belts finish the look, as well as a pair of crimson boots.
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During the bus ride Sora would feel something brush against her wings, and then she would feel more of his body weight on her, a slight rumbling noise escaping him as his eyes closed. He fell asleep and was using the downy softness of her feathers as a pillow. His cheek pressed into her wings, and he snored softly during the bus ride. He didn't seem to have any shame, but he was tired still. Even though they were leaving the campus for the first time ever he didn't seem to care about the streets or anything, using the chance to just sleep on her body, to cuddle against her.
Matsuda only stirred when they arrived at the place. He moaned slightly as he was shaken awake by their arrival, he had drooled on her wings. He blushed slightly but didn't say anything. He walked out of the bus and stretched as they walked into the simulated disaster area. He stretched out as the teams were announced, it seemed they would be working in two teams of four and one team of five. He got paired with Sora, and it seemed they would be working along side the two class representatives Midoriya and Yaoyorozu. He turned to greet the two of them his eyes catching Momo's outfit.
Wow those are huge! It was impossible to know who's were bigger Sora or Momo, comparing their chest size his gut instinct was to say Sora, but that was also his own blind biases to the girl he knew he cared for. He tried to hide the fact that he had even looked trying to instead keep his red eyes from looking down at anyones chest, but even that was difficult because he was the second tallest in the group with Momo beating him out only slightly. "It's a pleasure to work with you!" He said taking her hand, shaking it before shaking Deku's as well.
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Midoriya was excited, U.S.J. was massive, it was a beautiful complex with around 8 different disaster zones, and the training they were doing here would help to keep them calm in actual dangerous events. He regarded his team. Yaoyorozu was definitely the most versitile quirk but she didn't have physical strength. Sora's main ability had been flight which was incredibly useful in terms of look out, and controlling the situation, which of course meant that they would be good in any given situation that they were sent into.
It was only him and Matsuda he had to really worry about. Matsuda's quirk was a wild card, up until his surgery it had hurt him whenever it had been used, but the gale force winds he could create were useful.
Then you had His own quirk, still unrefined, but he could now at least use it without damaging his body so long as he remained focused. He realized he had been mubling for a bit, but shook it off. As Aizawa was about to explain where their team was going to end up.
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"Your team will be going into the ruins zone." Aizawa pointed towards the massive complex of collapsed buildings. "Inside each area are six survivor dummies, while the natural disaster is being simulated each team will be given fifteen minutes to locate each dummy, and retrieve it. Further more each survivor dummy has sensors to tell how it's being treated so if mishandled you will loose points off the examination. Be aware of your surroundings, and be alert."
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"It is a pleasure to work with you," Sora mimicked, even going so far as to bow.
Aside from their first day of class, they have not spoken. Was it rude on her part? Maybe. Sora just had nothing to say prior to today. At the very least they know of each other, so no introductions were necessary. Amber-golden eyes slipped away to look elsewhere, however she could not help but notice a pair of wandering crimson, locked on Yaoyorozu Momos breasts.Why am I not surprised?Halfway tempted to sigh her exasperation, Sora resisted, and instead chose to pull a deep breath into her lungs. Is this day ever going to end-? Every second feels like a day, every minute a week.
How long do we have to find all six? It is definitely a smart question to ask.
Black shifted in their direction. Thirty minutes, Aizawa spoke, his tone implying just how bored he is of the subject. Be alert. Be aware. You have thirty minutes to locate all six survivors. In the ruins? Oh no. Sora let her gaze drift to the collection of ruined buildings off in the distance, studying the shattered windows, the remnants of what could very well have been a decent little town. Izuku Midoriyas murmuring off to her left caught her attention, drawing it elsewhere. Does he truly believe her to have a useful Quirk in this situation-? It is true Yaoyorozu Momo has the most versatile, being that she can create whatever they may need however, she finds it difficult to believe she qualifies as anything but a nuisance in his eyes.
Let us get going, Sora told the others, words bland, as if her thoughts are miles away. It is best not to waste any time. The sooner they start, the sooner they can return to U.A. It is a shame, but she does not wish to linger here any longer than she has to. It is just incredibly awkward to be so close to Matsuda, especially since she knows she can never reciprocate his feelings. Father refuses to let her make any choices concerning her own life. As a Hanakawa, great things are expected of her and, unfortunately, she has to oblige, or else suffocate under the weight of Fathers disapproval.
Running to the Ruins Zone, everyone paused to catch their breath as they analyzed the situation. It looks as though the area is supposed to resemble a city after an earthquake has struck. It certainly hits close to the mark, Sora has to admit even if she has never seen destruction one can inflict. After a bead of silence, Yaoyorozu-san spoke up first. I believe the first thing we need to do is get a better visual on what we are up against, she shared, looking to the other girl of their group. Hanakawa-san, do you care to fly up and tell us what you see?
Most certainly. Sora spread her wings wide, artificial light reflecting off the silvery-white feathers while she beat against the air once, twice. It is times such as these that she has difficulty getting herself up into the air not that she will admit it. Ever.
What else? What else? I also think it is best if we split up in the meantime, look where we are able to for the survivors, Yaoyorozu-san continued, mostly just murmuring and sharing her thoughts with everyone else. Izuku-kun, your Quirk will be helpful in moving any large debri. I would focus on that with you, and Matsuda-san I know you just had surgery, so try not to push yourself too hard.
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Matsuda sighed when he was told not to push himself, he couldn't really argue against that, but he had been out of the game for so long that it felt kinda like he had to do more, he had to pick up the extra weight of the work load or else he was never going to have the chance to pick himself up. he had been absent for three weeks when it came to practical studies, he needed to struggle and get stronger else he would fall behind.
Matsuda watched Sora fly into the air. His eyes followed her as she went up into the sky, he felt a strange beat of his heart. He kinda wished he was up there with her, or maybe he just liked watching her fly, strange as that was. He shook his head and returned his mind back to the earth where they had work to do. At the solution to split up, to him that sounded reasonable but Midoriya actually stopped Matsuda from bolting off as he looked to Momo.
Izuku stepped up to Momo for a moment. "Can you make us a headset? like a radio or something to keep us better coordinated."
Thanks to Momo's quirk they could keep in touch with one another even if they were further apart it meant they would be able to cover more ground. Especially with Sora in the air coordinating them.
But there was something about this that seemed a little too simple in all honesty, pulling dummies from rubble? He didn't have time to see what the other students were having to deal with but something seemed off. It was a bit too quiet. Seemingly too easy.
Mirodiya looked around. "There is a lot of ground we are gonna have to cover, and not a lot of time, there are a lot of blind spots. We are gonna need Sora's eyes in the sky." He waved Sora down. "You'll be team lead, use the radio's momo's making to direct us."
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Black eyes blinked, just for a smile to bloom a second later. I can, Momo confirmed after careful consideration, dipping her head in a nod. I had a big breakfast after our run this morning, so it wont take long to make four headsets. It had taken her a while to get used to rising earlier, but in the end, it has proved to be very beneficial. Already she feels stronger. Is it her stamina? Endurance? It is difficult to say, and yet she knows it to be true.
It is truly destroyed, this area. Sora let her eyes sweep the ruined building, noticing several broken windows that could provide a way inside. It would be easy to use but none of the others have wings. Yaoyorozu Momo can make a rope ladder, to latch it onto a window, however it could very well be a waste of precious time. Movement in her peripheral vision had Sora looking elsewhere.Midoriya Izuku? Why is he waving me down?Do they need her for something?
A flap of her silvery wings helped slow down her descent, making her landing smooth. Soras talons lashed out, in order to tear into grass and ground alike.
Do we have a problem? she asked of the others, ever so slowly folding her wings against her sides. Amber eyes remained locked on Midoriya Izuku and Yaoyorozu Momo, never once wavering towards a certain someone.
How can she ever bring herself to trust him again? Does he not realize that her future is set in stone? Sora has no choice in what lies ahead, only that she will be the best hero she can be. Yes, she will have to be attached to a man she does not love, give him children, have a life she never dreamed of for herself but maybe, just maybe, it will finally make Father look upon her with approval.
Yaoyorozu Momo explained things and, admittedly, it is a good plan. Sora has no idea if she should be the Team Lead, but she is going to ignore that for the time being. It is not as though it matters who is the leader or not. Alright, she replied, offering no objections. All of the headsets made, Sora bent her head while Momo gently placed it over her head, fitting it over an ear. Once that was done, she moved back to lift herself up into the air again.
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Matsuda noticed that Sora didn't look towards him. He felt an odd stab into his chest, a bit like she had just plunged one of her talons into him, were things always going to be this way between them now? He was alive, he was going to be around for a long time to come, and yet because he had revealed everything now she wouldn't even look at him. He fit the radio onto his head and tried not to sigh with all the hopelessness that he felt inside of himself. It hurt but he had a three stage plan to deal with it.
Step one, pretend like it didn't hurt get through this class. Step two, try not to cry. Step three he was probably gonna cry. For now though Matsuda just had to push that aside and go. As Sora started to take off, he stepped behind her, and with a breath helped her to take off into the air. He saw the last time she had struggled to get into the air, his quirk seemed to make it easier to take off, even if he didn't make a big show of it.
He just... wanted to be helpful to Sora, but part of him was starting to believe her that maybe she just didn't want him, after everything that happened that night the two of them had embraced, maybe there was too much damage for the two of them to really get on each others good side again? Maybe she really didn't want him around her. Those thoughts were pushed aside, he slapped his face and got to work hurrying along.
Midoriya started to use his quirk, full cowling crackled with energy as he worked to move about, increasing his speed as he jumped through the rubble, but there had to be more to this. Just finding the dummies wouldn't be too difficult so he had to assume there was more too it than that.
Then as Midoriya was running he saw something green, and heavy move to intercept him, His eyes widened for a moment as one of the robots from the entrance exam slammed into him. Midoriya was winded at the first contact, but managed to keep his concentration pulling himself back and moving quickly onto his feet. He breathed heavily. "So that's the extra feature."
As the green things showed themselves Matsuda was thrown back. So far though these were the smaller type ones that they were encountering. "Automated villains great."
A type two, larger, thicker armor and heavier tredding made it's way towards momo attacking her on sight, with a hail of rubber bullets.
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O-Oh, Sora gasped, not expecting the assistance. It came as a bit of a surprise, seeing as how she has yet to acknowledge him on this mission of theirs. Is that wrong of her? Sora dared to glance over her shoulder, bits and pieces of silvery-white splaying across her face. No. This is most definitely not the time to be considering such things, nor is this the place to do so. Right now, she needs to focus on finding and rescuing victim replicas. A soft sigh left her lips a moment later, but alas, it is what it is. What choice does she have?
Amber eyes once again studying the area, Sora flapped her wings to soar higher. I do not see anything as of yet, she shared over the headset. A ray of sunlight reflected off a broken window nearby, nearly blinding her. It was right then that something struck, just about making her fall out of the sky. A cry of indignation dying in her throat, she twisted and fought to break free, using her sharp talons to leave gauges in metal? What the-?!
It seems their mission is not only to rescue dummies from the wreckage, but to ward off villains as well. Why did Aizawa-sensei neglect to mention this?! Sora could not suppress the spark of satisfaction deep inside her chest or keep it off her face, for that matter. It was just satisfying to watch that robot fall in a downward spiral, just to crash into but one of many ruined buildings. An explosion followed soon after, but she did not linger long enough to enjoy the show.
Hey? Yaoyorozu-san? Midoriya-san? Have you seen-? Soras words were cut off abruptly, intercepted by what sounds like gunfire? It was quite disconcerting. Who is being fired at? Are they alright? Can they handle it themselves? None of these unspoken questions will have answers as of yet, so there is no point in considering any of it.
Momo had jumped out of the way in time, having taken shelter behind a wall. It happened so fast, its the only thing she could do right then. Her hands pulled open her red leather uniform just a touch, revealing a great deal of her breasts while she thought of what to make. All she needs to do is take down that robot but as of right now, she has no idea where its hiding or what its capable of.
Soras eyes had been scouring the area this entire time, and it was at that moment she noticed a crouched figure, a familiar one. Yaoyorozu-san, she spoke into the headset, it is to the north-east, or roughly two oclock.
Does she dare intervene? Time is running out, and they have yet to find any of the so-called victims. Is that not the top priority? Sora frowned, not liking the idea of leaving her teammate behind.
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For a long time these robots had been a major obstacle but since he had developed his skills more and was more controlled he had no problem ripping through the metal armor of these creatures. A single kick tended to smash enough of the mechanical parts that it would typically stop moving after he hit it. The main problem was that no matter how fast he moved he was still lagging behind and the addition of yet another thing to take care of meant that their team had yet to find any of their actual targets. He had been taken by surprise with the gun fire, though the bullets had been rubber, and he had only been tagged a few times with painful riot bullets. In other words he got a bit lucky. "I'm okay." He called over the radio. He saw something explode with a bit of satisfaction.
He had expected everything to be more visible from the air, since they didn't have quirks that made surveillance easier through walls like Jiro, but maybe that was why they weren't finding anything? Well aside from the target close to Yaoyorozu, he trusted her to handle that one. He decided he had to start checking buildings, his strength made that task a bit easier as he could run through doors and check the ruins much faster than the other members of his team while Sora worked to sort things out from the sky.
"I found one." Midoriya commented as he moved closer to the rescue dummy, picking it up, lifting it up onto his shoulders since it was awkward, and it's weight was akin to a fully grown adults. Still he hefted it up and started to run back towards the safe zone. "Everyone are you okay?"
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Matsuda let out a sharp yelp as heavy metal connected with his side, he was tossed aside for a moment. He felt a sharp pain, he was pretty sure he would be bruising from that in the long run. He dragged himself up. He hated robots, his quirk was great against living things, but against robots they tended to be to heavy for his quirk to move properly. He could huff and puff all day long and he would never budge the metal, which meant he had to run.
He had spent the better part of his life trying to be resourceful. He had plenty of stuff he could take advantage of in this area. However for now he was focused on evasion, as the robot followed after him. Matsuda found a second mechanical wonder and it charged him from the front. "Sora, catch me." He couldn't eactly trust his quirk to move the robots, but he could certainly move himself. Their guns started rotating as Matsuda jumped taking a deep breath as he threw himself into a front flip.
His neck craned as he was at 90 degrees. He let his breath go and launched himself into the air as the bullets started flying the robots hitting each other and shutting down.
Flight was an odd sensation. Catapulting himself into the air at a high velocity was awkward. His body twisted for a moment. to flip him back around. He felt a solid rush of wind around him as he opened his eyes he had a great birds eye view of the entire facility, he smiled for a moment feeling that rush of wind, feeling weightless, and then feeling like he was dropping, and suddenly there was a sinking feeling. He hadn't really thought about the landing part of this equation, and only a moment or two later did he suddenly think'hey what if Sora doesn't actually catch me?'
The last time he had trusted her to carry him she had thrown him right through actual glass, did he trust her enough to actually carry her? He knew she could, but would she?