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The Abyss (chapter 13)
🕑 Added 2024-10-27 20:52:01 +0000 UTCDespite three weeks almost having passed in the blink of an eye with his new schedule, he still counted down the minutes as Ectoplasm walked around the classroom full of scribbling.
The lipless hero in his pitch black costume eventually stopped to look over the mathematical proof he had completed ten minutes ago, speaking in a deep baritone. “Impeccable as always, Kayama.”
Nobuto weathered the sour looks some of his classmates sent him with practiced ease. Maybe it wasn’t fair since his Quirk had influenced him through grade school until school itself became more of a perfunctory task than anything else, but it wasn’t like it had been by choice.
It was also still uncanny how quickly his gaining another Quirk and Mirio losing his Quirk had become just another fact of life. He blamed All For One, personally.
Glancing at Nejire next to him, he saw her staring at her work with her brows furrowed cutely. Yuyu on the other side of her was even more confused.
His dinosaur of a friend meanwhile was more preoccupied with Amano, the both of them whispering heatedly. Somehow, the two of them were still together. He figured it would have been dead in the water after a week.
Looking around, the only other thing of interest was the flowers on Aoki’s head that had strangely changed color for the first time. They were a deep red now, like blood.
His phone alerted him to a message. He gave a tired sigh after checking it; it was his babysitter at the Safety Commission. Probably trying to saddle him with another patrol for practice when the previous one with Endeavor had left him with mental scars. It had started with a lecture like it was a pep talk, and ended with one as well.
Maybe the charisma of a boulder on fire had been too generous a comparison.
His friends wouldn’t have forgiven them if he’d just abandoned them to their misery, but they would understand in this case. He still shot Nejire an apologetic smile before he left.
Outside, a nasally voice answered him on the other end almost immediately. “We scheduled another patrol for you today. Endeavor had nothing but good things to say about you, so we decided to move up the timetable.”
“Thanks, Tic Tac. That’s exactly what I needed.”
“I requested you call me Takeda, Algernon.”
He ignored the reminder as easily as he had ignored the request. “Who is it with this time? Wash, maybe? I always wanted to ask if he does his own laundry.”
“Mirko. Her methods are as brutish as they are unorthodox. It will be a good change of pace from Endeavor and Best Jeanist.”
He perked up. “You should have led with that. Where do I go?”
Mirko technically had a Hero Agency, but it wasn’t somewhere she hung around much.
“Yokohama,” Takeda replied, to his surprise. “I’ll send you the details.”
He would be returning to Yokohama it seemed. It had been two months now…
“How did you get her to agree, Tic Tac? As far as I’m aware, she never took on any interns or had any sidekicks.”
“You can ask her that when you see her. Good luck, Algernon.”
The line went dead as Takeda hung up on him, the boor. Letting him have his petty victory, Nobuto left U.A. for Musutafu, intending to take a train. He could take advantage of the commute to catch up on his reading. Even with his uncanny mind, it was still a chore to slog through dozens of texts on everything from anatomy to chemistry.
Unfortunately, some commotion interrupted him after an hour in.
He had been watching the five out of the corner of his eye as they’d grown more and more rowdy. They looked to be in their mid twenties, maybe, and he couldn’t feel a speck of shame from any of them.
He’d decided against stepping in earlier since they hadn’t used their Quirks or done more than be a nuisance, but now one of them was waving his fiery hands around at a terrified hostess. To do that on a mainline train in broad daylight, well, it was a good snapshot of how things were going.
Standing, he dropped his reading material on the seat next to him.
He could have cloaked himself in his Quirk, but there wasn’t much point since he would be acting in an official capacity here. It’s also a trick he would rather keep to himself.
Touching three of their seats in quick succession, the last two only reacted when they saw their friends swallowed by their seats like a cocoon. Fortunately, neither of them were hardened criminals, so they more or less just floundered as he did the same to them.
He did however see Fire Hands try and burn through his prison after. “Quit that before I turn your hands backwards.”
“It’s Algernon!” he heard someone squeal.
Turning around, he saw a girl with red hair and red scales on her cheeks and forehead look at him with stars in her eyes. Going against his instincts, he righted his sunglasses and smiled.
He turned back to the hostess as murmurs spread throughout the train compartment. “You’re safe. Make sure the authorities know to arrest them once we arrive at Yokohama.”
She nodded her head hurriedly. “Thank you, Hero.”
He returned back to his seat after a job well done, weathering all the noise until the girl returned to ask for an autograph shyly.
“Here you go.” He handed her similarly red notebook back to her.
“I loved your special with Ryukyu,” she got out quickly. She seemed to want to say something more, but lost her nerve, rushing off after a smile from him.
He had taken Nemuri’s words to heart. Anything to keep the paper-pushers at bay.
He continued his reading for the next hour, interrupted only by two more requests for autographs, both of them girls as well. At least his fanbase should grow beyond the fairer sex once he got the hang of Overhaul; the flashier the Quirk the better on that front.
And now he was starting to sound like her. Terrible.
The train arrived at Yokohama sometime in the afternoon, so time to spare. He and Mirko were supposed to be on patrol from the evening until after midnight, robbing him of a good night’s sleep. Not that it was an uncommon occurrence these days.
He had already become something of a caffeine addict, even if he had held off from using his Quirk the same way.
Checking over the details Takeda has sent over again, he saw that he would be meeting her at a café in about an hour. It wasn’t that far from the train station, so he’d have time to eat something while he waited.
After a short walk, he sat down at a table outside until a waitress with a fox head and tail approached him to take his order.
“Something loaded with caffeine and one of your blueberry cheesecakes, please.” He didn’t think she recognized him despite the smile she sent him.
Maybe ten minutes later, she returned, leaving him taking sips of coffee and bites of the sweet cheesecake in between more reading. It was a pleasant way to pass the time.
He felt Mirko’s presence before he saw her, an easy arrogance to her that was hard to miss when he already knew what to look for. The Pro down opposite him in a black leather jacket and sunglasses herself, her ears sticking up high above her head.
“Decided to get started without me, hmm?” she accused, flipping her long mane of white hair.
“Guilty,” he admitted easily. “And nice shades. Now we look like a real team.”
Mirko called the waitress over and ordered something sweet for herself as well, leaning back to take him in after.
“You’re not going to start with a lecture like Endeavor and Best Jeanist, are you?” he asked her.
“Life’s too short for that,” she said after a snort. “Besides, we’re newlyweds, aren’t we? I have to wait at least a few years to start nagging you.” She put her sharp black nails against her cheeks as she watched him now.
He carefully adjusted his sunglasses. “We’d have to go on a honeymoon first to make it official.”
He knew how to give as good as he got, and maybe he wanted to see if Nejire had the right of it as well.
“And what do you think this is, Algernon?” she asked, showing off very white teeth as she grinned. “I could have just ignored them like I normally do when they try to saddle me with things I don't care about.”
“I don’t know if a slog of a patrol’s the best destination for a honeymoon,” he snarked.
“Patrol, schmatrol! Let the by the book type worry about that. I found something far more fun for us to do tonight.” The waitress had returned with a slice of tiramisu which the rabbit hero scarfed some down of before she continued. “There’s a group of villains that have become too much for the local Pros to handle. Started with racketeering and smuggling the past few years, but now they’ve decided to upgrade to kidnappings and the like.”
He didn’t know if he should overstep his bounds again so soon, but then they were the ones to assign him to work with Mirko…
“This isn’t a test where I have to protest it being too reckless, right?” he asked.
She pointed her fork at him, her lips having a smudge of chocolate or coffee from her tiramisu. “Yeah, they asked me to test you, and that’s what I’m doing. You’re not going to get a hang of your new Quirk dealing with petty crooks.”
Mirko grinned at him again, though her teeth had some of the cake stuck to them as well. He could also feel the thumps her powerful legs were making as she tapped a beat on the ground.
“I think you’re itching for a real fight yourself,” she continued. “Am I wrong?”
Nobuto thought back to the high he felt after he got one over Shigaraki and Dabi or even during his fight with Hawks. It was something new, maybe something his Quirk had changed when he wasn’t paying attention, or maybe he was always just something of an adrenaline junkie.
“I think after my antics the answer’s not a mystery,” he finally said.
“That’s the spirit, Hubby. I knew I made the right choice.” She scarfed down the last of her cake, dropping some cash on the table as she stood. “Come on. I have a room we can change in.”
He rolled his eyes under his sunglasses before doing the same. For the kind of powerhouse the Pro was, it was all in a small package as it was only her ears that reached his eyes. It made him want to mess with her, and as he joined her, he did just that.
Having taken off her own sunglasses, her very red eyes swiveled to him.
“I was curious,” he defended himself. “Besides, turnabout is fair play if you’re going to keep implying we’re married.” He ran his thumb along the side of her fluffy ear, her fur just as soft as he imagined, but there was also a strength to them when he felt a twitch.
She smacked his hand away after. “That’s enough of that.”
He chuckled as she continued giving him the side eye on their way to her room, at least until she stole his arm with a smug smile, one that reminded him of his sister.
Mirko eventually led him to her fancy hotel room, starting to change into her Hero Costume right in front of him. It seemed she didn’t mind him looking either, though somehow he didn’t think she would be willing to play ball with him asking her to help him get it down so he can put his pants on.
Aesthetically, he could still appreciate the work she’d put into her body. With legs like hers, she was definitely holding back when she kicked him.
Throwing his sister’s trench coat over his shoulder, they soon exited the hotel doors, a beautiful sunset greeting them.
“Shouldn’t I know who we’ll be facing?” he asked.
“You won’t always know in the field. Consider this part of the test!” Despite her short stature, keeping up with her wasn’t easy. “The element of surprise is still on our side,” she continued, not even winded. “They won’t be expecting me, and they definitely won’t be expecting you.”
After maybe fifteen minutes, they came upon a warehouse complex not far from Yokohama Port.
His fingers twitched. “You have a plan?”
“Sure do. Make a mess while I go in and say hello.” Her hair was whipping in the breeze coming in from the ocean. “Simple, right?”
He couldn’t argue there.
“Don’t hold back.” Mirko proceeded to show him just how fast she could go, launching herself with enough force that she seemed like a blur of white. It didn’t take him long to make a decision as he watched her.
Taking his sunglasses and stashing them in his pocket, he touched his hands to the ground, his Quirk stirring from its slumber as the ground around him tore itself apart. In the end, he hadn’t been able to resist cheating for more than a few days.
It was a simple calculus. The benefits of getting the hang of Overhaul quicker far outweighed the risks to himself. It wasn’t even as bad as when he was a kid.
As large chunks of the ground impacted against the complex with a thundering crash, he moved forward, repeating the process. After he had done some damage, a rhino of a man tore out of the rubble, throwing himself in his direction.
The next moment the villain fell into the quicksand he’d made as Nobuto watched. Even if the brute was as tall as Enkh-Altan, and twice as wide, it didn’t change the fact that struggling only had him sinking deeper.
“I need some help over here! There’s two of them!” Big Bad Rhino bellowed.
A swell of groundwater suddenly erupted, turning the quicksand liquid enough that the rhino of a man was able to leverage himself again. At least until Nobuto repeated his trick, watching the thin reed of a woman in the distance, her long cyan hair drenched from the water swirling around her.
In a contest of endurance, he was sure he’d win, at least until he saw her tug on the ocean as well. Only a very small part of it, fortunately, but it was still impressive.
His Quirk tore into her at his beckoning instead, sending her shrieking as she saw the monsters he wanted her to see. She would be as much a danger to them as to him that way.
He proceeded to bury the rhino in the earth, ignoring his bellows. He left him with enough air to last a few hours as he pushed forward, ignoring the woman wildly throwing water every which way. Placing his hands on the side of the warehouse, he began to compress it.
He heard the panicked shouts within as well as the sound of a beatdown as Mirko tore through the place. A guy with saws for arms tried to cut himself out, only to run right into him.
“Nice day, isn’t it?” he asked.
“Fuck you, man!”
Nobuto dropped him into quicksand as well for the rudeness, his saw hands about as useful as a lawnmower underwater.
Making his way inside the smaller warehouse, parts of it fused together under the pressure, he saw Mirko deliver a powerful kick into a bug-like man, knocking him out cold. He didn’t see much left for him to do until something struck the warehouse with the force of a tidal wave. With all the water rushing in, maybe that was exactly what it was.
The sudden impact had left him slightly unbalanced, but nothing too bad, though it got his heart thumping in his chest.
It didn’t even stop Mirko as she hopped onto the railing and out through a window. Dunking his hands in the water, he turned as much of it as he could into a harmless gas as he pushed back outside, finding that Ocean Girl had escaped from his Quirk and was surfing another wave.
Maybe he’d underestimated her.
Not that it stopped Mirko from driving a kick into her midsection after a hop, breaking her concentration enough that the wave fell apart. Ocean Girl tried to recover and wash the Pro away, but he’d stepped in then, turning the ground porous enough that the water seeped into it.
Taking advantage, Mirko drove a knee into her jaw hard enough to fracture it, Ocean Girl quickly slipping into blissful unconsciousness like a puppet with its strings cut.
The rabbit hero put her hands on her hips, ignoring that she was drenched. “Heh. Piece of cake.”
“Is that all of them?” he asked.
“You took care of Rhinosaurus, yeah? I made sure to knock her sister out early,” she commented, pointing a thumb behind her. “Water and electricity make for a nasty combo.”
“You can still hear him raging underground if you listen.”
Her ears twitched and she laughed loudly. “It shouldn’t be long until the Police Force gets here. And good work, Hubby,” she teased again, looking out across the damage he’d done to the environs. “It’d probably get you brownie points with them if you cleaned up, even if I’d normally just call it part of the job.”
He replaced his sunglasses and got to work. It looked much less like a disaster had struck when the authorities arrived to take the five into custody, packing Rhinosaurus into an Iron Maiden as he swore revenge against both Mirko and himself.
It wasn’t particularly intimidating after how easy he’d been to pacify.
After giving an official report to the Police Force, the two of them found themselves back in her hotel room despite them technically still being on patrol. Mirko didn’t like that she stank of salt and fish, opting for a shower as he laid back on the bed listening to the pouring water.
All her flirting had given him ideas, and he was having a hard time telling himself no. And why should he?
The rabbit hero hadn’t even tried lecturing him, even encouraging him to let loose. It was a nice change of pace, even ignoring how much he loved her whole vibe.
With determination, he’d knocked on the door to the bathroom. “Mind if I come in?”
There was a short pause as all he heard was the water. “Yeah, why not.”
The words steeling his nerves, Nobuto stepped inside, finding her peeking her head out past the frosted glass.
“Lose the suit,” she added, ducking her head back under the pour of water.
Hmph. It wasn’t like he was planning to leave it on. He just didn’t want to assume.
It didn’t take long until he was standing tall in his birthday suit, pushing the sliding glass door aside enough to get inside.
Her red eyes took him in just as he took her in, her perfectly bronze skin, her sculpted body. Also the tuft of white that stood out against her skin as much as the hair on her head did.
He heard her whistle. “Would you look at that thing.”
Her eyes had fixated on his cock, heavy and hanging between his legs. He tried to play it cool. It wasn’t like she could call him out like Nejire had a few days ago, about making a few changes when he didn’t need to. Nejire just didn’t understand.
“Surprised?” he teased.
“Fuck yeah. I’ve been wondering ever since I got a peek earlier.” He couldn’t stop a soft groan as she wrapped a hand around it and tugged him under the water with her. “I’m not one to back down from a challenge, but I hope you have some idea of how to use it. Wouldn’t want you to break something,” she snarked.
He gripped her chin and stole a kiss from the bunny, forcing her on her tiptoes. “I could make it all better after, maybe,” he told her as he retreated.
She raised a white eyebrow at him, staring into his eyes. His Quirk tried to stir again in spite of his wishes, but he’d made sure to dim the lights. “I like your confidence,” she commented, feeling his not-so-little friend swelling with blood under her ministrations.
“I can say the same about you. I’m not usually so easy.”
She snorted softly. “I’m tempted to see if you can put your money where your mouth is. Or are you one of those men who think they’re above that?” There was a challenge in her eyes now.
“If you return the favor,” he shot back.
“Heh. I’d probably look stupid with this thing in my mouth, but I’ll try.”
He pushed her back against the tiles, his muscles straining as he pushed her up them until her powerful legs settled on either side of his head. He could tell she liked that as her thighs moved closer together, pushing her pussy right into his nose.
He quickly got to work, her fingers threading into his hair and pulling him in deeper. She was surprisingly careful with her nails, moaning as she felt his tongue slither between her folds.
“You definitely know what you’re doing,” she complimented, her thighs holding his head between them. “I think I’m going to show my gratitude by draining your balls~” she groaned out at the end.
He could tell she was close.
Planting one of his hands upon her breast, he toyed with a nipple as much as he did her clit, listening as one of the top Pros in the country unraveled. “Fuckkk,” she groaned again.
The taste of her grew stronger as she hit her peak, turning into jelly on top of his shoulders after.
Letting her down gently, she stared up at him blearily for a few moments before falling to her knees. “You liked grabbing my ears earlier, didn’t you? You can do it again while I choke on this monster.”
If he could, he’d have grown even harder at her words. Instead he grit his teeth as she mouthed the angry purple head, swirling her hot tongue around it aggressively.
Taking her advice, he grabbed both of her ears in either hand, feeling her hum around him. Nejire was so very right about her, it seemed.
Without him even prompting her, she tried to force herself down, her eyes already teary. She let him see that much as she glanced up at him, her red eyes even more pretty this way. One of her hands was on his thigh, while the other was tugging gently on the family jewels.
The combination of all of that and him being so on edge had him blowing his load as soon as she’d pushed him into her throat, gagging around him harshly.
Mirko, trooper that she was, didn’t fight him as he lodged him in even deeper using her ears and filled her stomach, staring up at him with her mouth wide around his cock.
Feeling himself begin to soften, he put the brakes on that with his Quirk, surprising her. She popped him out of her throat and out of her mouth, leaving it slick with her spit.
“What the hell,” she accused, staring at the monster hanging over her.
“Too much to handle?” he husked.
She hopped on her feet, turning the water off and tugging him by his cock again out of the bathroom. “Get on the bed, Hubby. You haven’t seen anything yet.”
He did as she asked, watching as she straddled his cock with her teeth grit, water dripping on his chest from her hanging mane of white hair. The rabbit hero didn’t even care about finding a rubber, and even with just the tip of his cock having disappeared in her, he could already tell it would be a tight fit.
But just as she said earlier, she wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, so down she went. “UGH.” Her white brows furrowed tightly. “This thing is really making me work for it.”
Admittedly, she was doing better than Nejire, who gave up halfway. Though when he offered to return it to how it was, she told him no and that she would conquer it.
He really did find the most troublesome women…
He winced as Mirko’s nails dug into his chest some, leaving red marks. He didn’t think she even noticed with how focused she was. “You don’t have to try and get it all in,” he teased again.
“Shut it. I would consider it a personal, UGH, affront if I didn’t.”
He took her advice and dropped the commentary, watching her work. Finally, the tip of his cock kissed her womb with another harsh grunt from her, though she glared at where they were connected. Maybe he had overdone it, as even pressed up against her womb, it still wasn’t all of it.
Still, she didn’t let it get to her as she started bouncing up and down, engaging her powerful legs.
It was when she sped up even more that he realized what he was in for, groaning as her pussy quite literally tried to milk him dry. “Cum for me, you hhhhunk~” she huffed out.
With how fast she was going, her white hair was almost a blur as it bounced up and down with her. It was impossible for him to tough it out, and with a curse, he came hard, seeing stars as much as her.
It was so intense that he could feel his control over his Quirk starting to slip.
Closing his eyes, he tried to put himself back in order as she fell on top of him, kissing him needily. “That good, huh?”
Opening his eyes again, he saw her red eyes staring into his, a goofy smile on her lips.
“You could say that,” he husked. He groaned when she squeezed her pussy around him like she forgot he was there. “Give me a little bit and you can go again.”
He was hesitant to use his Quirk to force the issue again after it almost slipped its leash.
“If you can manage it, I’d be real impressed.” Having Mirko nuzzle her cheek into his chest only helped, her ears caught in the crook of his jaw.
Running his fingers through her hair, still slightly wet, he felt himself stretching her pussy again as much as she did. “And?” he asked.
Mirko chuckled softly, groaning as she straddled him again. “I did promise to drain your balls.”
“Maybe you should let me take over for a time?”
Her hair whipped from side to side as she shook her head. “This is a reward for a job well done, so lay back.”
Straining her muscles, she started bouncing again, her bronze skin glistening from sweat now. It wasn’t a sight he thought he could ever grow bored of. And when the bed beneath them broke down the middle after a particularly hard drop from her, she was even embarrassed.
They ended up switching to the other, where she finally let him take the reins. Literally, maybe, as she didn’t even complain when he got her on her belly and gripped her long ears, pounding into her meaty buns with a steady plap, plap, plap.
When he drowned her womb in his cum again, it was fun to imagine he had bred the bunny, even if he knew it wasn’t very likely intellectually.
He told that part of him to shut up, stirring his Quirk again to force the issue again, seeing as she was still squirming underneath him, her hands using the pillow as a way to vent.
It worked, even if he could practically feel his body protesting. He was back at it again in no time.
He had Mirko making all kinds of stupid sounds, and they ended up breaking this bed as well with how much she was thumping her legs into it.
He wasn’t sure who won, having passed out almost as soon as he was done that last time.
He didn’t care either.
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Lol, increasing his size as any male would do. And Nejire calling that out seems even funnier :D. Given her personality, she would need itching to try out the quirk to spice up their sex life.
