The late afternoon sun filtered in through the tall glass windows of UA high's library. The air was thick with the scent of aged paper and faint whispers from the few scattered students buried in their studies. It was a quiet sanctuary, far removed from the chaos of hero training grounds, but to Momo Yaoyorozu, it felt like a pressure cooker.
She sat across from Takumi Hayase, her posture impeccable as always, back straight, raven hair cascading neatly over her shoulders, her uniform crisp and her notebook filled with meticulously organized notes. They had been paired for a quirk theory study session, analysing advanced mechanics of creation based abilities, but the conversation eventually veered into more personal territory as the hours ticked by.
Momo's fingers tapped lightly on the edge of her textbook, her dark eyes distant as she stared at a diagram of molecular structures. "Takumi," she began softly, her voice barely above a whisper to avoid disturbing the hush of the room. "I... I must confess, with the exams approaching next week, I've been feeling rather uncomfortable. Anxious, even." She hesitated, her cheeks flushing slightly. A rare crack in her composed facade.
"My quirk, creation... It's versatile yes, but I often wonder if it's truly up to par. I can manifest objects from my lipids, but in high stake scenarios it feels so... limited and weak. compared to the raw power of our other classmates, like Midoriya, or Bakugou."
Oh boy...
Takumi leaned back in his chair, his expression neutral, almost bored on the surface, but his mind was a whirlwind of calculations. Blackout hummed beneath his skin, an extension of himself that most dismissed as a simple shadow storage quirk. As Momo spoke, he let his shadows stir subtly from beneath the table, tendrils of darkness snaking along the floor like invisible veins, drawn to the dimmer corners where the fading light created pockets of gloom. One tendril brushed against the edge of her shadow, cast long by the setting sun, and he felt a tremor in her posture, the quickened pulse of her hear. Blackout allowed him to sense everything it touched: the subtle shift in her breathing, the tension in her muscles, even the faint electrical impulses of her thoughts flickering like fireflies in the dark. It enhanced his perception, accelerating his cognition to superhuman levels, predicting behaviors, calculating possibilities with cold precision. Right now, it told him she was 78% likely to open up further if he mirrored her vulnerability, 92% if he infused his words with subtle authority.
He nodded slowly, his voice low and reassuring, like a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I get it, Momo. My quirk, it's not flashy either. Everyone thinks it's just for stashing small stuff in shadows, like a pocket dimension. And that's quite limiting in direct combat. No explosions, no flight. I just... compensate in other ways." Internally, he was barely listening, his focus split between the facade and his growing desire. He felt bad for her, sure, her plight was real, the pressure of being the top student from a prestigious family, always expected to excel without flaw. But that sympathy was overshadowed by something darker, more primal. Momo had always seemed so far above him, perched on that ladder of wealth, intelligence, and poise. He'd avoided deep interactions with her, simmering with an odd resentment, waiting for the moment he could shatter that pedestal and bring her down to his level. Or below it. Now, with her vulnerabilities laid bare, he saw his chance. His shadows deepened their connection, wrapping around her shadow's edges. Like a whisper in the back of her mind, amplifying her doubts just enough to make his words feel like salvation, while stirring a subtle undercurrent of attraction, a warmth that bloomed low in her belly without her realizing why.
Momo's eyes softened, meeting his with a flicker of admiration. "That's admirable, Takumi. Truly. You've adapted so well, turning what others might see as a weakness into quiet strength. I've tried so hard myself, studying endlessly, pushing my limits. I'm smarter than most, or so the tests say, and I get good results... but I'm still behind. Behind Midoriya's raw determination, Bakugo's explosive power, Todoroki's elemental control. I've even experimented with creating liquids, poisons, adhesives, even non-lethal toxins that could turn battles in our favor. But the guidelines... the ethical restrictions, the safety protocols, they stunt everything. It's like every step forward comes with a step back, a reminder that I'm not quite there yet." Her voice cracked slightly, her fingers clenching the pen until her knuckles whitened. She was pouring it out now, the floodgates open, and Takumi's quirk fed on it, his enhanced intuition mapping her emotional landscape: insecurity at 65%, frustration at 30%, a budding loneliness at 5%. He could predict she'd lean in closer in 12 seconds, seeking connection.
"I understand, more than you know," he murmured, his tone comforting, laced with empathy that wrapped around her like a warm blanket. But beneath it was that underlying command, subtle as a shadow's edge, listen to me, follow my lead, let me show you the way. "You've built so much on your own, Momo. A strong foundation. The others rely on instinct or brute force, but you? You create solutions where none exist. Those guidelines, they're chains, yeah, but chains can be bent. Compensate like I do, think beyond the obvious. Use your intelligence to find loopholes, to innovate in the gray areas. And if it feels overwhelming... lean on someone who sees your potential clearly." His shadows pulsed gently, sending a ripple through her, easing the knot of doubt in her chest, replacing it with a flush of trust, a hint of something more intimate. He felt her response before she voiced it, heart rate up 15%, a slight dilation in her pupils. Blackout's sensory feedback was intoxicating, letting him feel the heat rising in her skin as if his fingers were already tracing her curves.
She blinked, a small smile breaking through her worry. "Thank you, Takumi. That... that means a lot. Maybe you're right. I just need to, "He sighed then, glancing toward the window where the sky had deepened to a twilight purple, stars beginning to prick the horizon. The library was emptying out, only a handful of students lingering at distant tables, absorbed in their own worlds, not enough to notice anything amiss.
He didn't want to wait until they returned to the dorms; the urge was building, that dark hunger to claim her, to dismantle her composure piece by piece. His quirk thrummed, predicting the optimal moment: low foot traffic, her emotional vulnerability at peak, her shadow fully entwined with his now, allowing him to nudge her curiosity higher. Momo tilted her head, noticing his shift.
"Is something wrong?" Takumi's eyes flicked toward the bathrooms at the far end of the library, secluded, with a sign indicating separate stalls for privacy. Then back to her, locking gazes with an intensity that made her breath hitch. He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear, voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "Follow me in a minute. " Her eyes widened in surprise, a flush creeping up her neck as she processed his words. Surprise mingled with confusion, and beneath it, thanks to his shadowy influence, a spark of intrigue she couldn't quite suppress.
"Takumi, I..."But he was already standing, gathering his books with casual nonchalance, his heart steady despite the anticipation coiling in his gut. The library's quiet amplified every step as he walked away, shadows trailing him like loyal hounds, ready to extend and conceal if needed.
He pushed through the door to the men's bathroom, the fluorescent lights buzzing faintly overhead. Choosing the farthest stall, he slipped inside, locking it behind him, and sat on the closed toilet lid. The air was cool, sterile, but his mind raced, Blackout extending outward, listening through the shadows for vibrations in the floor, predicting her approach with 89% certainty. He waited, ears tuned for her footsteps, the soft click of her heels that would signal her surrender to the pull he'd woven.
Momo hesitated outside the men's bathroom door, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat she couldn't silence. The library's quiet had amplified every doubt swirling in her mind, what was she doing? Takumi's whisper had been so commanding, so intimate, laced with that underlying pull that made her cheeks burn. She glanced around the emptying stacks, only a couple of students remained, heads buried in books, oblivious. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open, the hinge creaking softly in the sterile air.
Takumi noticed instantly, Blackout's tendrils, extended subtly across the tiled floor, picked up the vibration of her footsteps, the hesitant rhythm that screamed uncertainty. He could feel it through the shadows, her elevated pulse at 120 beats per minute, the slight tremor in her legs, a mix of curiosity 45%, nervousness 40%, and that influenced spark of arousal 15% he'd woven earlier.
He waited a few seconds, perched on the closed toilet lid in the farthest stall, listening as she walked around, her heels clicking tentatively, pausing near the sinks, then turning as if reconsidering. Just before she could pivot fully toward the exit, he moved.
The stall door swung open with a quiet click, and Takumi stepped out, his hand landing lightly on her shoulder. Momo spun around, her eyes wide with surprise and confusion, lips parting in a silent gasp.
"Takumi, what...?" He didn't let her finish, his grip gentle but firm as he pulled her into the stall, the door locking behind them with a decisive snap. The space was cramped, the fluorescent light overhead casting harsh shadows that danced at his command.
"No one else is in here," he assured her, his voice low and steady, Blackout confirming it, no other heartbeats, no footsteps echoing in the adjacent stalls. Just them, the faint hum of the ventilation, and the growing tension thickening the air.
Momo backed up instinctively, her shoulders pressing against the cool metal door, her uniform skirt brushing her thighs. She looked up at him, still seated casually on the toilet lid now that he'd pulled her in, her expression a whirlwind of bewilderment.
"Why... why did you ask me to follow you here? This is the men's bathroom, Takumi. It's improper."
Internally, Takumi smirked, what other reason could it be? The study session had been the door, her confessions a doorway he'd pried open with his words. But he played it cool, leaning forward slightly, his eyes locking onto hers with that predatory intensity.
"I think you know why, Momo. We've been talking about pushing limits, compensating for weaknesses... letting go of those chains holding you back."
She fidgeted, her hands clasping together in front of her, cheeks flushing deeper. "I... I don't understand. This isn't about studying anymore, is it?"
There was a push and pull in her voice, resistance born of her upbringing, but undercut by the subtle influence of his quirk, shadows coiling around hers like invisible threads, amplifying the warmth between her legs, making her thighs press together unconsciously.
He stood slowly, closing the small distance between them, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek with surprising tenderness. His fingers traced the line of her jaw, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.
Blackout fed him every detail, her skin heating under his touch, heart racing now at 140 bpm, a flood of conflicting emotions, doubt warring with desire. "Momo," he murmured gently, "can I kiss you?"
She swallowed hard, her breath catching. He could feel it, the rapid thrum of her pulse against his palm, the way her body leaned in ever so slightly despite her inexperience. After a beat, she nodded, whispering, "Yes."
Takumi leaned in, his lips brushing hers softly at first, a tentative press that deepened as she responded, her mouth inexperienced but eager, parting under his guidance. The kiss grew more intense, his tongue teasing hers, exploring with a patience that belied his hunger. One hand gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, feeling the curve of her hips through her uniform. They broke apart for a second, both breathing heavily, and Momo looked up at him with wide, dazed eyes before wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him back in for another long, fervent kiss.
He backed up with her in his arms, their lips never parting, until he sat back on the toilet lid, Momo straddling his lap instinctively. Her skirt rode up, and Takumi felt his growing erection press against the bare skin of her inner thigh, the thin barrier of her panties doing little to hide the heat.
Momo felt it too, the hard length twitching against her, and she nearly jumped, breaking the kiss with a gasp, her eyes snapping open to stare at him in shock.
"Takumi... that's..."
He met her gaze steadily, his hands still on her waist. "
Can I go further?" Blackout sensed her hesitation peak, then ebb under his influence, arousal spiking to 60%, her will bending just enough.
After a moment, she nodded, biting her lip. "Okay."
With deliberate slowness, Takumi's fingers worked the buttons of her school shirt, peeling it open to reveal the lacy bra cupping her large, full breasts, pale skin flushed, nipples already hardening in the cool air. He shrugged off his own shirt next, tossing it aside, revealing his lean, toned physique, muscles honed from training.
Momo's eyes widened, tracing his abs, her breath quickening.
"Just relax, Momo," he said soothingly, his voice a low rumble. "Everything will be fine. Everything will feel fine."
His shadows pulsed subtly, easing her tension, flooding her with a sense of security and anticipation. She nodded, taking a few deep breaths, her chest rising and falling enticingly. Takumi captured her hands in his, guiding them down to the bulge in his trousers. He unbuckled his belt with one hand, freeing his cock, thick, veined, already throbbing with need. Momo's fingers traced its length tentatively, from base to tip, her touch feather-light as she took a deep, shaky breath, feeling its heat and girth.
"Like this," he instructed softly, wrapping her hand around it, showing her the rhythm, slow strokes up and down, his thumb brushing over hers. He grabbed her chin gently, tilting her head for another kiss, deep and fond, tongues dancing as he reached up to pull her hair tie free.
Her long, raven hair cascaded down like a silken waterfall, framing her face and spilling over her shoulders.
Emboldened, Momo slid off his lap to her knees on the cool tile floor, her eyes locked on his erection. She rubbed it up and down with both hands now, her grip firmer, then leaned in to lick the underside tentatively, a warm, wet swipe that made Takumi groan low in his throat.
She tried sucking next, her lips stretching around the head, but she choked almost immediately, unable to fit more than a few inches, her inexperience showing as she pulled back with a cough.
"Take it slow," he murmured, his hand gathering her hair back gently, holding it out of the way. The feeling was exquisite, her soft mouth, the tentative swirl of her tongue, the way her cheeks hollowed as she tried again. Internally, he reveled in it, this was Momo Yaoyorozu, the girl every boy in class, and even some girls, admired, top of the class, elegant, untouchable, now on her knees for him, her lips wrapped around his cock.
It was a power rush, a demolition of that ladder she'd stood on, but he didn't get carried away.
He guided her patiently, his voice steady, "Breathe through your nose... good, just like that. Use your tongue on the tip."
She improved gradually, managing to take about six inches, her head bobbing slowly as she found a rhythm. On her own initiative, she pulled back, licking down to his balls, her tongue flicking over the sensitive skin before she spat onto his shaft, rubbing the saliva in with slick strokes that made him throb harder. Takumi felt the stimulation build, waves of pleasure radiating from her touch, her eagerness turning the act into something intoxicating.
This went on longer and longer, minutes stretching as she grew more confident, sucking with increasing fervor, her head bobbing faster, cheeks flushed and eyes watering slightly from the effort.
"That's good, Momo... deeper," he encouraged, his hand on the back of her head pushing gently but firmly. She gagged as he guided her further, saliva drooling down his length in messy rivulets, coating her chin and his balls.
The wet, obscene sounds filled the stall, her muffled whimpers vibrating around him until the pressure became unbearable.
With a guttural groan, Takumi climaxed, thick ropes of cum pulsing down her throat.
Momo held on as best she could, swallowing convulsively around him, but eventually pulled up, coughing lightly as she gulped down the rest, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip.
Takumi reached for the tissue dispenser, pulling out a few sheets and bending down to wipe her mouth tenderly, his thumb brushing her swollen lips.
"Sorry if I was too rough," he said with a wicked smile, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.She caught her breath, looking up at him with hazy eyes.
"It... it was alright." He felt her deep, heated breaths against his skin, the warmth radiating from her body, and the hunger surged anew.
"There's more," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her, first her lips, soft and claiming, then trailing to her cheeks, her neck, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin as she held the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair.His hands worked her bra clasp, undoing it with ease, and he pulled back to ogle her exposed chest, her large breasts spilling free, nipples pert and begging for attention.
He dove in, sucking on one nipple while rolling the other between his fingers, listening to her stifled moans, soft, breathy sounds she tried to muffle with her hand. Takumi decided against using Blackout to hide the noise, the risk of someone overhearing added to the thrill, shadows ready but idle.
He kept going down, his kisses trailing lower, until he lifted her effortlessly to sit on the toilet seat, her legs parting slightly.
"Don't worry," he murmured, lifting her skirt to reveal her soaked panties.
Momo's eyes widened. "Not there...Takumi, please..."
But he ignored her protest, his eyes darkening with hunger as his finger slipped under the damp fabric of her panties, tracing the slick, swollen folds of her pussy with deliberate slowness. Momo's breath hitched sharply, her body tensing at the intimate touch, the warmth of his fingertip gliding along her sensitive skin like liquid fire. He circled her entrance teasingly, feeling the copious wetness that had already soaked through the cotton, coating his finger in her arousal. Then, with a gentle but insistent push, he dipped inside, slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way her tight, velvety walls clenched around him instinctively, hot and pulsing with need.
A louder moan escaped her lips, raw and unrestrained, echoing off the cold tile walls of the stall and filling the cramped space with the sound of her surrender. Her hands flew to his shoulders, fingers digging into the firm muscle there as if anchoring herself against the overwhelming sensation.
"Takumi… ah—" she whimpered, her voice trembling, but he only hummed in response, the vibration traveling through his chest as he added a second finger, stretching her gently, curling them upward to stroke that sensitive spot deep inside that made her thighs quiver.
He moved her panties aside fully now, the fabric bunching to one side as cool air kissed her exposed skin, heightening every nerve. Lowering himself between her spread legs, Takumi leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over her dripping core before his tongue finally delved in, flat and broad at first, licking a long, languid stripe from her entrance to her clit, tasting the sweet, musky essence of her arousal that made his head spin with desire.
Momo's hips jerked involuntarily, a soft cry spilling from her throat as he swirled his tongue around her swollen clit in tight, teasing circles, flicking, sucking lightly, then plunging deep into her entrance to lap at her inner walls like a man starved.
Minutes blurred into an eternity of wet, obscene sounds, his tongue working relentlessly, alternating between delicate flicks that made her gasp and deep, probing thrusts that had her grinding against his face. He devoured her with wild abandon, lips sealing around her clit to suck gently while his fingers pumped in and out in perfect rhythm, curling and scissoring to open her further. His free hand gripped her thigh firmly, holding her legs apart as they began to shake uncontrollably, the soft flesh trembling under his palm. Every involuntary spasm, every squeeze of her thighs around his neck only spurred him on, the pressure delicious as her body betrayed how close she was.
Momo's hands tangled in his hair now, pulling him closer as her hips bucked helplessly against his mouth, chasing the building pleasure. Her moans grew higher, more desperate, stifled at first behind bitten lips, then spilling free in breathy whimpers and broken gasps that echoed through the stall.
"Please… oh… Takumi, it's too much..." she panted, but her body told a different story, grinding harder, flooding his tongue with fresh waves of slick sweetness as her arousal climbed to unbearable heights.
He could feel it coming, the way her walls fluttered wildly around his fingers, the tightening coil in her belly, the way her thighs clamped around his head like a vice. With one final, firm suck on her clit and a deep curl of his fingers, she shattered. A sharp, keening cry tore from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy convulsing in powerful spasms, squirting clear, hot fluid in pulsing waves that coated his chin, dripped down his neck, and soaked the toilet seat beneath her. Her entire body shook, back arching off the lid, breasts heaving with each ragged breath as pleasure ripped through her in relentless surges.
Takumi didn't stop until the last tremor faded, lapping gently at her oversensitive folds to draw out every aftershock, savoring the way she twitched and whimpered under his tongue. Only then did he pull back slowly, wiping his glistening mouth and chin with the back of his hand, his eyes lifting to drink in the sight of her, utterly spent and beautiful, face flushed a deep crimson, eyes half-lidded and glassy with bliss, lips parted as she panted softly, long raven hair disheveled and clinging to her sweat-damp skin. Her chest rose and fell in heavy waves, nipples still hard and begging for more attention, thighs trembling from the intensity.
His cock throbbed painfully now, rock hard again and straining against nothing, aching with the need to bury itself inside her still-pulsing heat. The scent of her release hung thick in the air, intoxicating him further.
"You okay?" he asked, voice low and husky, rough with restraint as he rose slightly, one hand still caressing her thigh soothingly.
Momo nodded weakly, still catching her breath, a shy but dazed smile ghosting across her swollen lips. "Y-yes… more than okay…"
"Great," he murmured, leaning in close until his lips brushed the shell of her ear, his hot breath sending fresh shivers down her spine. His hand slid up to cup her cheek possessively, thumb tracing her lower lip as his voice dropped to a dark, velvet whisper that promised everything yet to come."It's time to start."