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The Abyss (chapter 5)
🕑 Added 2024-09-14 20:16:24 +0000 UTCNobuto gave a deep sigh as the water, almost scalding, poured over his skin, washing away all the dust and the grime that had stuck to him. It didn’t hurt that this was one of the few times his Quirk was quiet, nothing to excite it but the steady drop of the water.
It had already been a hectic past few days, but the past few hours had put that all to shame.
All Might had won, but what was left was a husk of a man, and no answer was forthcoming as to why. The speculation as to how All Might’s Quirk actually worked had existed for as long as he had been active, and the man had never confirmed anything one way or the other.
At least Nobuto finally had an answer as to where All For One had been all this time. He was a cripple, blind and deaf, looking more like a squashed tomato with a mouth than anything human. His face had been plastered everywhere by now, and a small part of the internet was alight with vindication.
The rest of it was horrified by Kamino Ward practically being leveled.
Turning around to let the water run down his own face, Nobuto sighed again. It did mean the Safety Commission would be preoccupied for the time being, giving him some time to come up with a good reason for why he thought it was a good idea to ignore Detective Tsukauchi’s very explicit warning to him.
His poor heart had also nearly done a flip or two when he had read Yaoyorozu’s message on the train back about what that plan of theirs had actually entailed.
Trying to argue that it had all worked out for the better with none of them hurt and both their classmates rescued wouldn’t cut it, though at least Aizawa might only maim him rather than strangle him. Waving around the hard drive he’d taken right from under All For One’s nose might catch a few eyes, but he hesitated to it until he was sure what he even had.
Unfortunately, that was also shaping up to be an impossible task.
After a few minutes he left his bathroom, a towel around his waist and his sunglasses back on his nose. His phone showed it was past midnight now, and a quick check revealed no further messages from his sister. That could be good news or not-so-good news.
Walking over to his desk, he traced his fingers along the cool metal of the hard drive he had risked life and limb to procure, hooked up to his computer. It had a few nicks and scratches on the exterior, but the disk itself had not suffered for it. The real problem was that it was encrypted to hell and back, making it nothing but an elaborate paperweight unless he could convince All For One to lend a hand.
He would get right on it, he thought sarcastically.
Falling back on his bed after a change of clothes, Nobuto stared aimlessly at the ceiling, hoping sleep would claim him. It never did. Counting sheep wasn’t helping either. Whether it was his head almost becoming a pancake or what his Quirk might have done in those few short moments it had slipped its leash or a thousand other things, what happened had left him all fucked up, and there wasn’t any escaping it.
As he shifted to another position, his bruised body reminded him why he was trying not to do that, pushing sleep even further away.
Picking up his phone with a frustrated huff, he browsed the rumor mill again, but it only made his already poor mood poorer. He hesitated as his finger hovered over her contact, but he knew she would forgive him. Not that it did much to help his feeling guilty when it kept ringing and ringing…
“Nobuto?” He heard her yawn on the other end. “Not like you to call so late.”
“I might have been hoping you had trouble sleeping as well, Nejire. Sorry.” He scratched his nose. “I’ll call you tom—”
“You’re not getting away that easily,” she told him instead. “What I should have said is that it's not like you to call. Come over; I’ll unlock the door.”
“Now?”
“Yes, Nobuto, now.” Hmph. She could be so bossy sometimes.
“Your parents—”
“Won’t mind if it’s you,” she interrupted again to say. “Now tick-tock; it’s already late.”
A small smile had involuntarily found its way onto his lips. “Fine. You win.” It was usually her barging in on him. He never should have let her convince him to pick an apartment nearby.
After trying to at least look presentable, he made the short walk to her house, locking the door behind him. He found her lounging on her bed in a white nightie, at least until she saw him. Then he was being glomped with no mercy.
Eventually, she tugged him over to the bed, eyeing him up. “I could tell something happened. You’re usually a very good liar.”
“Besides potentially tweaking the Safety Commission’s nose?” he asked, ignoring the obviously untrue accusation.
She raised an eyebrow as blue as her hair. “I think you have a lot of explaining to do, mister.”
Nobuto looked up at her much more colorful ceiling as he tried to find the right words. Nejire joined him after a few minutes, entwining her hand with his.
Turning to face him on her side as he finished, she gave him a sly smile. “Maybe I should meet Aizawa’s new students myself, hmm? This Yaoyorozu especially. There are easier ways to show her interest.”
“That’s what you got from all of that?” Nobuto asked with some exasperation. “Aizawa might not appreciate you harassing his students.”
“You should consider yourself lucky that I don’t have harsher words for you,” Nejire shot back, her eyes serious this time. “You know how bad you get when you’re in one of your moods,” she scolded.
“It isn’t like I expected the Pros would choose exactly that time to make a mess of things,” he defended himself, knowing it was a weak argument. He had given the Police Force the information, after all.
Nejire stared at him for a long moment, flexing her fingers around his. “That’s not all,” she accused gently.
He sighed, turning back to stare at her painted ceiling. “You saw what happened. Two men fought and tens of thousands suffered for it.” The Quirk Nobuto had been born with was terrifying, but he was still flesh and blood, and very mortal. Had his luck been a little worse, that would have been it.
Nejire could sense something was off, leaning into him even closer, head resting on his chest as her long hair tickled his nose. It helped, at least a little.
“That gulf,” he continued, “it always seemed more intellectual than real. Caught in the middle of it, I felt as helpless as any civilian, just trying to escape before the building collapsed on me. It’s stuck with me,” he finally admitted.
“Your heart is beating like a bell, and I don’t think it’s because of me,” she mumbled softly. “Close your eyes for a few minutes.”
He did as she asked even if he was doubtful, though he raised a brow behind his sunglasses when she started humming a familiar song, circling a finger over his heart. Nejire was silly sometimes, but it wasn’t unpleasant by any means, especially her shampoo smelling of peaches.
His heart did eventually quiet, even if the low droning in his head hadn’t abated completely.
“I should let you get back to bed. Yuyu would end me if she found out you had even a hair out of place because of me.” Her crush on Nejire was adorable, but he couldn’t help feeling a little awkward still at how one-sided it was.
Of course, Nejire proceeded to do the opposite instead, straddling him as her hair hung over his chest. Then she leaned down to steal a kiss from him, her lips tasting lightly of mint. Probably her toothpaste.
Not to be outdone, he tangled his fingers into her pretty hair and pulled her in, toying with her tongue. He wasn’t a monk, whatever reservations he had about the arrangement they had.
It didn’t hurt that Nejire was beautiful either, inside and out.
She pulled back with a smile. “Feeling better?”
Nobuto played it cool. “A little.”
“It isn’t fair I can’t see your eyes,” she decided. Before he could argue, she lifted his sunglasses from his face and put them aside.
His Quirk stirred from its slumber slowly, dark as the room was, but she didn’t let him look away, pressing her lips to his again softly. “Your eyes are darker than Midnight’s. Like the ocean compared to her sky. You could get lost in them.”
“Nejire,” he started, but she shushed him, getting off of him to reach under her bed. After rifling around for a few seconds, she turned back to him with a wrapper between her fingers.
“I know how to get your mind off things,” she told him, her words heavier in the dark.
Nobuto tugged her back to him, drawing a small squeak from her. “You think I’m that easy?”
“You never complained,” she shot back as he pinned her to her sheets. “Even if you felt all guilty after spoiling me for marriage.”
“Hush you.” He leaned in to kiss her collarbone, lulling his Quirk back to slumber as he focused on her healthy skin instead of her. “With the quiet town I was born in, I think I handled it well.” At least if he ignored how he had been a panicky mess about it all for a few hours after. He was young!
Besides, he had something more important to attend to right now.
Nejire’s legs pushed at another part of him that had awoken, and he groaned as her nails trailed down his belly and to his belt, tugging it loose. It was giving her some difficulty, at least until her Quirk got involved after a huff from her, tugging his pants down and into the wall on the other side of her room.
“Eager?” he asked her, trailing kisses up her neck.
Instead of answering him, she used her Quirk again to push him back slightly, a flash of that all-too-familiar yellow lighting up the room.
“And now you’re just showing off,” he accused.
Ripping the wrapper open with her teeth, she bent down, his eyes catching on the movement of her hair, splaying out across her sheets like a cloak. She hooked her fingers into his underwear before tugging them down, where she proceeded to stare at his cock almost lovingly.
A look like that could drive any man insane, and yet here he was trying to keep himself in check. Sometimes he truly loathed his Quirk.
Placing the rubber between her lips, she started descending down it as he groaned again, her lips and her tongue working in tandem to put it into place. He only felt her teeth once, showing just how much she’s improved, even if it never bothered him all that much.
It was still one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen doing that for him.
He fisted her mane of hair into a ponytail of sorts, and she let him have his fun for a time, her back arching as he brought her to take him deeper and deeper. He relented when she gagged slightly, watching her pull back to stare up at him with slightly teary eyes and a cheeky smile, a bit of her spit still connecting her to the tip.
“How about now?” she asked lightly.
“Lie back,” he huffed at her.
Nejire did as he asked her, fluttering her eyelashes at him as she laid on her back. He fell upon her, tugging the ribbon holding her nightie closed until her breasts were bared to his eyes. They even wobbled slightly as she giggled.
He leaned down to lightly tease one of her nipples between his teeth, drawing a moan out of her as his hands roved across her waist and hips down to her underwear, the same white cotton as her nightie. The sex-crazed girl proceeded to practically smush his face into her breast as her fingers tangled into his hair needily.
He did love driving her crazy just like she loved doing it to him. He tugged her panties down to her knees before he retreated.
“You’re already soaked,” he teased, plying her kitty as she squirmed.
Her Quirk flared again, tugging him on top of her. “Get to it,” she told him.
“There you go being bossy again.” Her legs trailed up his side after she shrugged her panties off, watching him demurely. “If you’re going to keep showing off,” he continued, “why don’t you use that Quirk of yours to guide me inside, hmm?”
Her hair like a shifting corona around her, Nejire furrowed her brows. Her Quirk suddenly manifested as a spiral of yellow around his cock, gripping it for lack of a better word and pulling it down to her kitty.
There was a tuft of blue hair seated above it that he always found adorable.
He gripped her hips and did the rest, pulling her onto him as she whimpered low in her throat. With how fit she was, it was a tight fit that only became tighter as she clamped down with every inch he gave her, which is to say it was an experience. One he doubted he would ever grow tired of.
Nobuto molded her to the sheets as he sheathed himself inside, her insides still doing their best to strangle his cock. Her nails dug into his back as his teeth nipped at her neck.
“You can’t keep quiet forever, Nejire,” he whispered.
She huffed into his shoulder, her breaths short and quick as he found a tempo. It was entirely unreasonable how much just her scent could spur him into action, his bruises forgotten.
He pushed his muscles even harder, feeling her growing hotter and wetter for him. There was nothing like it, he thought.
Her hands went down to her kitty to push her release along, leaving her practically groaning like an animal, her normally pretty features twisted up all ugly. Well, ugly in a good way.
Finally, he felt her tighten around him like a clam, and he could hardly hold it in any longer. He was only human. Holding her tightly, he shivered as he unloaded all his frustrations into one Nejire Hado.
He was the one short of breath now as she nuzzled into his neck, her pussy trying to milk even the last drop out of him. What a girl.
Her eyelashes fluttered as he pulled out and fell back on his back next to her. Nejire soon snuggled up into his side, throwing her leg over him as she toyed with the tip of the filled rubber.
“It’s a good amount.” The idle comment almost drew him back to hardness as she pulled the rubber off, tying it with nimble fingers and letting it fall to the floor. “There should be a few more under the bed,” she commented.
He sighed without much heat. “At least let me recover. I don’t have your monstrous stamina, you know.”
He could maybe stir his own Quirk into action and force the issue, but that would be rather counterproductive to him trying to keep it subdued.
She chuckled lightly, running her nails across his sculpted abdomen, drawing a few twitches from his spent pride and joy. “Maybe I have an idea,” she said. Holding her hand down over it, she spun her finger in a circle, another yellow spiral forming. “Wakey, wakey.”
And maybe it understood her as it started to stir. “You’re insatiable,” he accused.
Nejire ignored the comment. “I think I’ll be on my belly this time,” she said instead. “I know you like to pull my hair.”
Well, she wasn't wrong there. He loved her hair.
His everything protested as he leaned over on the other side and retrieved another wrapper from under her bed. Amusingly, he still remembered buying these with her, both of them blushing up a storm in front of the clerk as they looked at anywhere else.
She plucked it from his hands and tore it open, pulling it over his cock with her nimble fingers again. “Good to go,” she informed him with one of her smiles.
He would complain, but Nobuto was worried some kami might smite him for his ingratitude if he did. Instead he dragged his miserable body on top of her as she hugged one of her pillows, her hair running down her back like a river. He gathered it all up into a fist again as he directed himself between her soft cheeks with his other hand.
It wasn’t long until they were at it again, the bed as creaky as a door in a storm as he did his very best to bring her to her second, maybe third release, one of his hands under her and busy with her kitty as she moaned and groaned into her pillow and thumped her feet into her bed.
Nobuto also made sure to pull her hair whenever he wanted her to tighten up around him.
Holding off as long as he could, which was only so long when one was fucking a girl like Nejire Hado, he filled this rubber too, all his bruises coming back to haunt him as he slowly came to, finding her pressing kisses into his hand.
If he did not feel like so much jelly, that show of intimacy might have stirred him back to life for a third time. What was that American saying? The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak? It very much applied here.
He pulled out again, falling on his back like the last time. Nejire was a little slower to reorient herself this time, but she made quick work of the second rubber as well as she wrapped it up nice and neat and dropped it on the floor next to the last one.
Running his hands down her mane of hair after, marveling in its softness still, he sighed. “All your Quirk training has turned you into a monster,” he got out.
“This is training too, in a way,” she commented, her leg thrown over him again possessively.
“I don’t know if I should take that as a compliment or feel insulted.”
“A compliment,” she said all matter of fact. Hmph.
Still, he was so tired that everything that happened seemed so far away now, so he had to give her that.
…
The morning found him with the sun on his face, peeking through the curtains that weren’t entirely closed. Nejire’s hair tickled his nose as he yawned, having found himself spooning her during the night. He moved her hair to kiss her cheek, turning over on his back to retrieve his phone. His sister had left a few messages, and she seemed unhappy about something.
Who could say why…
Nejire turned over herself, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as his Quirk stirred, it not being dark anymore. Nobuto only hesitated a moment before leaning in to kiss her lips this time before turning away. It wasn’t often that he got to see her so colorful, her hair so much more striking when it wasn’t behind his sunglasses.
He put on his underwear and his shirt first before retrieving his pants a bit of ways away. Then he retrieved his sunglasses from the other side of her as she stretched out on the bed, placing them back on his nose. “Think your parents are already awake?” he asked her.
“They know, silly. They just never said anything because they like you.”
“That is what I am afraid of,” he deadpanned overdramatically.
He called up his sister after and prepared himself for the inevitable. “And where are you, Nobuto?” her voice asked sweetly.
“Watching a soap opera,” he brazenly lied. “It’s rather good.”
“I have spoiled you too much. The Safety Commission is being a nuisance now seeing as you are technically interning with me.”
So much for their being too distracted to make trouble for him. “That’s my fault. Feel free to throw me under the bus.”
She gave another sigh. “Aizawa wants to speak with you.”
“Would he believe they blackmailed me?”
“He already got the truth out of them,” he heard instead, dashing his hopes. “He was harshest with Yaoyorozu and Ida.”
“I’ll make amends,” he promised. “But they had the right to make their own decisions after everything that’s happened.”
“I wouldn’t suggest telling him that, baby brother,” she teased. “Ah, and there will be some changes happening at U.A. It was agreed that the best way to keep you all safe is to put you all into dorms, where you’ll all be right under our nose.”
“Let me guess, Aizawa’s idea? Or maybe the furball’s?”
“Mine, actually,” she admitted with a husky chuckle.
He didn’t need to guess at ulterior motives there. “I’ll see you soon, Nemuri. Maybe slip something in Aizawa’s drink to calm him down? I’d be grateful.”
“I think I’d rather watch,” she told him cruelly instead.
He hung up with a pout, finding Nejire staring at her own phone with furrowed brows. “Something happen?” he asked.
“All Might is retiring.”
“Ah,” he said succinctly. Nobuto couldn’t say he was surprised. All For One might have lost and been sent off to Tartarus, but with the state All Might had been reduced to, it was inevitable.
He plopped back down on the bed next to her, taking her hand and tracing his thumb over her knuckles. “My sister said something interesting. U.A. will be putting us all in dorms, it seems.”
She suddenly had stars in her eyes. “Really?”
“I don’t think she’d lie about something like that.” He paused momentarily. “Actually, maybe she would, but I think I can tell these days.”
He’s interrupted by her stealing another kiss before standing up stark naked. She was about to charge out of her room before he coughed.
“Right,” she said, chuckling.
Nobuto watched her hair follow her like a ghost as she made herself presentable. He was almost tempted to ask for a repeat, but he might actually be starving, so that took priority. Her mother’s cooking was also something to look forward to.
“Are you just going to watch?” Nejire teased him.
“It’s easy to watch you.”
Her smile at his words was radiant. She ended up pulling him after her into the dining room, where her parents were arranged like they were waiting for them. Nobuto tried to pat down the creases in his shirt to no avail.
Mrs. Hado’s hair was as long as Nejire’s, if more of a strawberry blonde color than blue, and it whipped about as she laid down plates at the table. It was her father that had the blue hair, a crown of it atop his head that sparked with electricity. It did look rather majestic, admittedly, even if he had confessed that that’s all it does.
“Nobuto,” he boomed with a smile as big as his Nejire’s. “Come join us.”
It all made his mouth water, so he wasn’t going to argue. Nothing like pan-seared salmon with perfectly sticky rice to remind one of home, even if the condiments were far too fancy. Mrs. Hado still insisted he try them all, and she was too sweet to turn down.
“It feels like the start of a new era,” Mr. Hado commented more quietly as he eyed the TV to the side, still playing the broadcast of All Might’s retirement. “But it is the way of things. Now someone else can have some of the spotlight.” He eyed Nejire fondly as he said it.
It was a comforting thought, if not one Nobuto could easily swallow.
A Quirk didn’t care whether someone had a pure heart or a black heart, a Quirk just was, and the thought of Endeavor trying to fill All Might’s shoes as the Symbol of Peace almost made him laugh. The man was not incompetent, but he had all the charisma of a boulder on fire even on his good days.
They left her house maybe thirty minutes later, only stopping by his apartment for him to put on something more professional to get chewed out by Aizawa in.
Nejire leaned her head on his shoulder when they finally boarded the train, entwining her fingers with his again. “Mirio’s going to take the news hard,” she broached.
He snorted. “He’ll be all smiles by tomorrow. He’s like a five-year old that way.”
Nejire didn’t seem as sure, absently tugging at her skirt, but he knew just how to get her going.
“Who do you think we’ll find out have been fooling around? Going to be hard to hide that kind of thing in the dorms,” he mused. As always, he easily ignored how that applied to them as well.
Nejire immediately launched into a bunch of gossip, her eyes sparkling dramatically as she blabbered on.
Hook, line, and sinker.
