Chapter 62: A Needy Relationship
As they approached the group waiting outside the school gates, Kirishima waved them over with his usual energetic grin.
"You guys took too long. What were you talking about?"
Izuku froze, his face turning red as he stammered, not knowing what to say. Aoi glanced at this guy who couldn't even tell a simple lie and let out a quiet sigh. He turned to the group and explained casually:
"Well, we were talking to Recovery Girl. She told me not to help Izuku all the time, so he doesn't get too dependent on me and fail to master his quirk properly."
Momo nodded thoughtfully, crossing her arms.
"Well, she's right. After all, if he gets too dependent on the fact that you can always heal him, he won't be able to improve on his own."
Kaminari looked around at everyone, his eyes lighting up with an idea.
"Guys, since we're all gathered here, why don't we go to a karaoke place to get to know each other better? After all, we're going to be classmates for a long time."
Jiro shrugged, earphone jacks twitching slightly.
"Well, it's not a bad idea."
Iida chopped the air with his hand in approval.
"A gathering to improve class unity isn't a bad idea at all."
Izuku relaxed a bit and said:
"Well, I don't think there's any problem with that."
Aoi, seeing the plan forming, smiled inwardly and thought: "If I go to karaoke, maybe I can escape my crazy bunny in PMS mode for a while."
He then smiled outwardly and said:
"Sure, it'll be fun to go."
But just as he was about to join them and head off, a familiar voice cut through the air like a knife, sending a chill down his entire body:
"Where do you think you're going? Does that mean you don't mind leaving your girlfriend alone, huh?"
Aoi turned slowly and saw Mirko standing there in her full hero uniform, arms crossed, her long ears twitching slightly as she stared him down with that intense gaze.
Aoi swallowed and replied:
"Well, I was just planning to go to karaoke and sing a bit. I wasn't running away, no."
Mirko raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
"You—the guy who hates noisy, crowded places—going to karaoke for fun? Tell me another one."
Mirko then glanced to the side and finally noticed Aoi's classmates standing around. Her expression softened into her characteristic playful, confident smile as she said:
"Well, so you guys are the friends of my idiot here. Thanks for taking care of him."
Uraraka beamed.
"Big sister, you don't need to say anything. He helps us a lot too."
Kirishima gave a thumbs-up.
"Yeah, he's a cool friend."
Kaminari stared at Mirko, then at Aoi, and suddenly burst into bitter tears.
"A big sister heroine... He dates a big sister..."
Mirko looked at him, confused, and asked:
"What's wrong with him?"
Jiro sighed.
"Well, he's just a weirdo."
Shoto stepped forward calmly and asked:
"Sister-in-law, how's Mom? Is she okay? It's been a while since I visited her."
Mirko reached over and ruffled Shoto's hair affectionately.
"Well, you should visit her more often. She keeps complaining that you don't go see her much."
Shoto nodded.
"Well, tell her that when things calm down at school, I'll go see her."
At that moment, Aoi brushed the dust off his clothes, stood up straight, and said:
"Well, guys, sorry. I won't be able to go with you this time. But later we can schedule something. Or if you want, I can invite you all to my house for an afternoon snack. What do you think?"
Iida replied promptly:
"Well, that's fine with me."
Izuku smiled warmly.
"Same here."
The others murmured in agreement too.
Aoi nodded.
"Then it's settled. Well, see you tomorrow, everyone."
He then took Mirko's hand firmly in his and headed toward the parking lot to get his motorcycle and go home.
As they walked away, Jiro whispered:
"That was the famous bunny heroine Mirko, right?"
Kirishima confirmed with a grin.
"Yeah, it was."
Kaminari, still recovering from his dramatic moment, asked:
"How does Aoi have so much luck to have her as his girlfriend? How did that even happen?"
Shoto explained calmly:
"Well, as far as I remember, they met for a reason I can't say. But after that, they were always together. And since both are complete battle maniacs, they got along perfectly. Over time, they ended up dating. Pretty normal, if I may say so."
Kirishima pumped his fist.
"But they really love fighting together. That's so manly!"
Kaminari wiped his tears and said:
"Well, then let's go to karaoke, everyone."
Mina clapped her hands excitedly.
"Yeah, let's go!"
The group then headed off toward the karaoke place, chatting animatedly.
Meanwhile, arriving at the parking lot, Aoi swung a leg over his motorcycle, grabbed the spare helmet, and handed it to Mirko. She took it but asked, still a bit irritated:
"Are you mad because I ruined your plans with your friends?"
Aoi laughed lightly, the sound genuine and warm. He got off the motorcycle again, stepped close to her, placed his large hand gently on her cheek, and said smiling:
"My beautiful heroine girlfriend came to pick me up right after a tiring day at work just because she wants to spend time with me. How could I be mad about that?"
Aoi then leaned down and kissed her deeply. Mirko responded immediately, wrapping her strong arms around his neck and hugging him tightly, pressing her body against his. They kissed passionately for several minutes, lost in each other, before finally pulling apart, both breathing a little heavier.
Aoi looked into her eyes while still holding her close in his arms and said softly:
"If you want to come every day so we can go home together, I'd be more than happy with that."
Mirko's ears twitched, and she said with a hungry look:
"Aoi, when we get home, I want you."
Aoi raised an eyebrow.
"But aren't you on those days?"
Mirko smirked confidently.
"It doesn't matter. With my strength, that's nothing."
Aoi grinned.
"Well, then let's go quickly."
They climbed onto the motorcycle—Aoi in front, Mirko behind him with her arms wrapped around his waist—and he revved the engine, speeding off toward home.
After navigating some traffic, they finally arrived at the house. The place was empty—no one else home yet. Mirko wasted no time; the moment the door closed behind them, she grabbed Aoi's hand and pulled him straight to the bedroom, her ears perked with excitement.
She shoved him onto the bed playfully but forcefully, then turned and locked the door with a click. They stared at each other for a second, the air thick with tension, before urgently starting to strip off each other's clothes—hero uniform pieces flying, shirts pulled over heads, pants kicked aside.
Aoi paused for a moment to take in Rumi's perfect body: toned muscles from years of pro hero work, smooth tanned skin, full breasts heaving with anticipation, and those long bunny ears trembling slightly. He scooped her up effortlessly in his arms—with his towering 2 meters of height and muscular build, lifting her 1.59m frame was effortless; she felt light and perfect against him, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as she clung to his broad shoulders.
He lowered her onto the bed gently but firmly and dropped to his knees, spreading her thighs wide. He started licking her pussy slowly at first, his tongue tracing every fold, teasing her clit with deliberate circles. Rumi moaned loudly, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as her hips bucked against his mouth. He increased the pace, sucking and flicking, driving her wild until she arched her back sharply and came hard, her juices flooding his face as she cried out, body shaking.
Rumi, still panting and smiling wickedly through the afterglow, grabbed Aoi and flipped him onto the bed with her impressive strength. Now it was her turn. She straddled him—the size difference striking as her smaller, athletic body positioned itself over his massive frame. She looked tiny yet completely in control atop his broad chest and thick thighs. Reaching down, she gripped his hard cock, stroking it a few times before guiding it to her dripping entrance.
She sank down slowly at first, gasping with her tongue out in a hoarse, needy moan as he stretched and filled her completely, inch by thick inch. Once fully seated, she started riding him hard—her ass slapping against his thighs with wet, rhythmic sounds, her breasts bouncing wildly. Aoi gripped her toned thighs tightly, thrusting up to meet her, the bed creaking under their intensity.
"Well," Aoi growled through the pleasure, "you did better than when I took your virginity."
Rumi leaned forward, nails digging into his chest as she ground down harder.
"Don't talk like you were the only one. I took yours too, remember?"
They didn't stop there. Aoi flipped her over, putting her on all fours and pounding into her from behind, his hips slamming against her ass, pulling her ears gently to arch her back more. Then he lifted her again—holding her suspended in his arms, her back pressed against the wall as he thrust deep and relentless, her legs locked around him. She clawed at his back, moaning his name over and over.
Finally, back on the bed with her beneath him, legs wrapped high around his waist, Aoi drove into her one last time and came hard inside her, filling her completely. The intensity pushed Rumi over the edge again; she cried out, body convulsing before going limp, passing out from overwhelming pleasure for a brief moment.
Aoi, breathing heavily, gently gathered her trembling body and pulled her close against his chest. He lay down with her, wrapping his strong arms around her protectively, their sweat-slicked skin pressed together as they both caught their breath in the quiet aftermath