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Chapter 51(MHA)
🕑 Added 2025-08-15 21:57:54 +0000 UTCIzuku got dressed and flew toward Mt. Lady's apartment. The cold morning air rushed past him, but the flight was short, and soon enough, he was touching down in front of her building.
The elevator ride was quiet except for the faint hum of machinery. When he reached her floor, he could already hear noise bleeding through the walls—a TV blaring, followed by a deep, unsteady snore.
‘I guess all those late-night patrols have their disadvantages,’ he thought with a smirk.
Instead of knocking, he simply raised a hand and used his lasers to click the door open, the lock sizzling faintly. The warm smell of coffee and faint traces of her perfume drifted out to greet him.
As he stepped inside, Mt. Lady stirred on the couch, blinking awake. Her hair was a messy halo, and the TV light flickered across her face. She startled for half a second, but when her eyes focused on him, she exhaled in relief.
“I didn’t think we were that close, you know,” she muttered with a lazy yawn, stretching her arms above her head.
“Yeah, me neither,” he replied with a small grin. “Until you brought me here.”
Without asking, he took the remote and flicked the channel over to some morning cartoons. Out of habit, his eyes scanned the room… and then, well, they caught something else. A slip of fabric had fallen just enough to reveal the soft curve of her areola.
His breath hitched for a second before she noticed where his gaze had gone. Yu followed it down, her own eyes widening slightly before she tugged her top back into place.
“I didn’t know the infamous Hoodie Hero was a perv,” she teased, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Then again… I don’t mind.”
She stood and wandered toward the kitchen, the hem of her short bum shorts riding up just enough to expose the lower curve of her cheeks. Izuku’s gaze trailed after her in spite of himself, watching the slow sway of her hips. She grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and took a long drink before glancing back over her shoulder.
‘Don’t worry. Tomorrow you’re getting some,’ he told himself, smirking internally.
“Before I forget,” he said, leaning back into the couch cushions, “I came here about the Project. How’s it going?”
Yu set her glass down and walked back into the living room. “Well, with all the info you gave me, it’s going well, I guess. We contacted the company and asked them personally to build it for us. Somehow, everyone in Japan knows, which really pissed me off. Now I’ve gotta go on an interview on the news tomorrow.”
“Well, it’s not a bad thing,” he replied with a shrug.
She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she closed the distance, stepped in front of him, and—without hesitation—sat herself down on his lap, straddling his legs.
‘What the fuck?!’ Izuku thought, stiffening.
“Yes, I know,” she said, brushing it off. “It’s just… I wanted us to spend some time together tomorrow.”
Her arm slid around his neck, and her head rested against his shoulder, the faint scent of her shampoo filling his senses.
“I mean… I already have plans for tomorrow,” he said, trying to sound casual despite the warmth of her pressed against him. “So… maybe next time.”
"Sure. So, are we gonna fuck or what?" she asked casually, leaning back with a mischievous smirk, like she was testing him.
"Fuck? We haven’t even gone out to eat yet," he replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Come on," she said with a playful roll of her eyes. "You know how hookup culture works. Let’s just get this on. You’re my first victim."
"Victim, huh? How old are you again?" he asked, studying her with a mix of curiosity and caution.
"Twenty-three, why?" she replied, tilting her head slightly, a teasing grin tugging at her lips.
"Wow… umm. First, tell me about the ‘victim’ thing." He folded his arms, wanting to hear her explanation.
"Well," she began, tracing an imaginary circle on her thigh with her finger, "it’s just a play on words. I’m kinda into that."
‘Is this girl crazy?! I can’t back down though… past me wouldn’t forgive me until I died,’ he thought, jaw tightening as he made his decision.
"Alright, fine," he said, stepping forward without hesitation. In one swift motion, he scooped her up effortlessly, making her gasp as her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. He carried her to the couch and set her down gently but firmly. "Let’s do this," he declared, his voice low and certain.
Before leaning in, he pulled his phone from his pocket. "Say, ‘I, Yuu Takeyama, consent to this,’" he instructed while holding up the camera.
She chuckled, amused, and repeated the line word-for-word, her tone light and teasing. "I don’t remember you having rape charges."
He grabbed her putting her back on his lap as she went into position.
"Yeah… not in this world," he replied, a sly grin spreading across his face as he slid the phone back into his pocket.
"Hu—" she began, but before she could finish, he closed the distance and pressed his lips to hers, catching her completely off guard. Her breath hitched as his hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her in deeper.
Her initial surprise melted almost instantly into something warmer. Yuu’s lips softened beneath his, and she let out a faint hum against his mouth—half amusement, half approval.
The faint citrus of her lip balm mingled with the scent of her shampoo, and Izuku could feel the slow, steady rhythm of her breath against him. His gloved fingers curled gently against the side of her neck, thumb brushing along her jawline.
She tilted her head slightly, deepening the kiss. It wasn’t hurried—it was deliberate, testing, as if they were both trying to figure out just how far the other would go.
When they finally pulled back, a thin string of breath hung between them, her lips faintly swollen.
“Well…” she murmured, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “You’re a lot bolder than I thought, Hoodie Hero.”
He gave her a small shrug, leaning back slightly but not letting go. “You wanted a first victim. Just figured I’d give you a preview.”
Her laugh was low and husky, and she shifted on his lap just enough to make his pulse jump. “Mm… not bad for a mystery man.”
For a moment, they just sat there—her hands resting loosely on his shoulders, his arm still around her waist, the muted sound of the TV filling the silence.
“You know,” she said suddenly, her tone almost playful but with something sharper under it, “if you keep flying into my apartment without knocking, people might start talking.”
“Let ‘em,” Izuku replied without hesitation, his gaze holding hers. “Not like anyone’s going to guess I’m here for the coffee.”
Her smirk widened, but her eyes softened just a fraction. “Then maybe next time, I’ll make sure I’m wearing something… less distracting.”
“Pretty sure that’s impossible,” he said, and she rolled her eyes—but the faint blush in her cheeks betrayed her.
“Maybe I should take you out first… nah, we’ll just order something to eat,” she said, her tone light but her voice betraying a slight hitch on the word nah. With a final, teasing glance his way, Yuu slid off his lap, the warmth of her weight leaving him almost immediately.
She stretched as she stood, the hem of her shirt lifting just enough to flash a strip of toned stomach before she turned and padded toward her bedroom. “I’ll grab my phone,” she called over her shoulder.
Izuku leaned back into the couch, watching her disappear through the doorway. His lips curled into a faint, knowing smirk.
' I was ready to lay it down. Guess she’s not as tough as she acts,' he thought, fingers absently tapping the armrest.
Inside her room, Yuu stood by the bed, phone in hand—but she wasn’t scrolling. Not yet. Her face was beet red, the heat radiating all the way to her ears.
' Fuck… he’s so fuckin’ hot, ' she thought, pressing her free hand against her cheek like that might cool her down. ' No more AO3! I have him here, in the flesh.'
She set the phone on the bed for a second, pacing a small circle before catching herself in the mirror. Her hair was slightly mussed from his hands, and her lips… yeah, definitely kiss-swollen.
Biting her lip, she shook her head, muttering under her breath, ' Get it together, Yuu. He’s just a guy… a ridiculously hot, ridiculously dangerous guy.'
Meanwhile, in the living room, Izuku could hear the faint shuffle of her footsteps and the creak of the mattress. His grin widened. He wasn’t a mind reader, but judging by how long she was taking, he had a good guess what was going on in there.
TO BE CONTINUED
