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The day started off normal. Perfectly mundane with nothing going wrong. Katsuki woke up bright and early, got his workout in, had breakfast, fed his cat, and headed out to his agency. Even getting to the agency was normal–he clocked in, changed into his hero gear, stuck on a scent blocker, and started patrolling. The day had stopped being normal after lunch–when Izuku clocked in and met up with Katsuki on the streets. At first, it was going like any other interaction he has had with the nerd–casual conversation, while Katsuki does everything in his power to act like he isn't eyeing the way Deku’s hero suit clung to his body like a second skin. 

He could even smell the slight scent of cedar and pine wafting through Izuku’s own scent blockers, very subtle–not that Katsuki notices the difference, no, not at all. The scent caused a pleasant fog to settle in Katsuki’s brain; his omega purring in delight as the two walked side by side, Katsuki content to listen to Izuku ramble on. 

“Kacchan?” Izuku questioned, his eyes narrow in worry. 

Katsuki blinks slowly once, then twice, before a dopey hum leaves his throat. Izuku’s cheeks immediately change into a rosy pink as his eyes dart around before grabbing Katsuki’s arm and pulling him into an alleyway. 

“Kacchan, I think you need to take some time off.”

“Hah??” Katsuki pouts in return, subtly leaning against the wall for support. The narrow alley causes Katsuki to be enveloped with the small bit of Izuku’s scent–wrapping around his being, strengthening the fog in his head as he stares at Izuku.

“Kacchan, are you even listening to me?” Izuku crowds into his space, his hands clasping around Katsuki’s shoulder.

“Of course I’m fucking listening, ya damn nerd,” Katsuki fights against the urge to lean into Izuku for support and shrugs his hands off. 

“You’re not! You don’t even know what I said! I’m pretty sure your heat is like 5 minutes from starting.”

“Hah? How would you even know that? I got a few days beforehand, nosy ass.”

“Kacchan, listen to me! I can–well–I guess this is a little weird to notice. But you, um, well,” Izuku breaks off with an awkward laugh.

“Can you just spit it out!”

“I can smell the difference in your scent!” 

The seconds that follow become the quietest seconds between them since, well, ever, as Katsuki blinks at Izuku and the latter becomes increasingly more red. 

“Well, you know, I’ve known you so long it’s kinda hard not to pick up even the slightest change—not that I’m paying attention that much! It’s just a little sweeter, and it usually becomes a tad bit sweeter, like right before—kinda sweet to the point where I feel like I could taste it,” Izuku continuously mumbled, making eye contact with anything but Katsuki.

Katsuki stared, mouth slightly opened, as his face slowly got more pink by the second. Not even listening to Izuku’s rambling anymore as his omega purred in delight at Izuku's obvious display of affection and worry.

Shit.

Maybe he is about to go into heat sooner than he thought. 

His skin is starting to feel sweatier than usual, and he does feel a little warm, and the way Izuku keeps rambling with that concentrated look on his face is making Katsuki want to throw all fucks out the window and drop to his knees. 

His head is starting to spin, and his eyes are starting to close despite Katsuki's willing them to stay open, “Izuku, enough. Please.”

Izuku stops at the sound of Katsuki’s voice, his eyes darting to Katsuki’s slumped form against the wall.

“Kacchan, are,” a pause and a sniff, “are you okay?”

“Izu, I think you might be right. I need to go home,” Katsuki's hand reaches out, grabbing onto Izuku’s hero suit, leaning forward until his face is in the crook of Izuku’s neck. 

“Kacchan!” 

“Mmm,” Katsuki grumbled, nuzzling his face into Izuku’s scent gland, “Take me home, Izu.”

“Umm, okay! Sure, yeah, totally. Lemm just call the agency and– wait, can you walk Kacchan?”

“Don’t wanna.”

A huff, “Okay then, a cab it is,” Izuku mumbled, gathering a suddenly drowsy Katsuki into his arms as the omega rubbed his head up and down. 

Izuku proceeded to make the required calls, which Katsuki just drowned out in favor of sniffing Izuku’s scent gland through his scent patch. Within possibly 5 minutes–Katsuki has no concept of time at the moment– a cab pulls up right outside the alley they have been standing in. Izuku urges a suddenly drowsy Katsuki forward to the car, helping him get settled.

Izuku handles everything within the car– like a good alpha– his extremely unhelpful omega supplies as Katsuki attempts to be as close to Izuku as possible without crawling into his lap. 

By the time the pair make it to Katsuki’s apartment, he is very much nearly gone– still coherent enough not to give in to his omega instincts, but that restraint is fading the more Izuku continuously dotes on him.

“Okay, um, I don't know what else you need for your nest, but there you go!” Izuku tucks him into his bed, “Lemme go get you water and maybe a snack…”

Before Katsuki can actually process what he does, his hand is already tightly grasping onto Izuku’s sleeve.

“Wait, don’t go,” a gravelly whisper. 

A nervous chuckle.

“Kacchan, I’m not sure I should stay while you’re like this.”

“Even if I want you to?” Katsuki whispered back.

“Kacchan, you’re not completely sound. I’ll come check on you in a few days, I promise,” Izuku insisted, looking everywhere but at the omega.

A whine broke from Katsuki’s throat as he tugged harder on Izuku’s sleeve, urging him to give in. Katsuki peered up through his lashes into shaky green eyes. His pout deepens, back arching just so slightly, pale skin getting pinker by the second, and then.

“Please, alpha.”

A growl broke from Izuku, too guttural to smother before his own hand smacked against his face.

“Ka-kacchan! You can't just do that!” Izuku sputtered, red in the face.

Moving to be on his hands and knees atop the bed, Katsuki peers up at Izuku with a challenging look in his eyes. A single hand raises, long, thin fingers gripping the edge of his scent patch, slowly peeling it off and letting his scent fill the room. A low groan of relief left his mouth as he rolled his neck before tilting his head to the side to present his neck to Izuku.

“I’ve seen how you look at me, alpha, and I’m tired of waiting,” Katsuki whispers into the air.

“W-waiting?” Izuku gulps.

“Waiting for you to finally make me yours,” Katsuki purred.

If you were to ask Izuku to retrace his steps as to how he ended up in this exact situation, he would have no clue what to even think. Here he is just trying to be a good friend, but instead, he’s fighting the urge to fuck said friend. 

The biggest problem at the moment is trying to resist Kacchans' alluring scent–the usual caramel-like scent is knocked up a few notches, blurring with the smell of ash– a deadly combination if you were to ask Izuku. Kacchan’s skin is even deadly, almost begging for Izuku to lay his claim and paint it in purples and reds. The usual pale skin is tinted pink and covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and God, how Izuku wants to taste that sweet sweat off his skin. 

But he can't. 

Because best friends don’t help one another with their heat.

So imagine Izuku’s surprise when Kacchan grabbed his sleeve and practically begged him to stay. 

Kacchan, on his hands and knees, back arching ever so slightly, patched pulled off, red eyes narrowed, and nothing but seduction on his face. His caramel scent is stronger, nearly turning Izuku into mush as it wafts through the room. And Kacchan.

Oh God, Katsuki.

He just looks like he’s begging for something that Izuku is more than willing to give, but really, really shouldn't. 

The way his mouth slightly parts as he looks up at Izuku, eyes screaming “breed me”, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips, almost enticingly as he dares Izuku to not give him what he wants.

Kacchan tilts his head to show off his scent gland, tempting Izuku to fall into his primal ways, the gland seemingly taunting all of Izuku’s self-control.

“I’ve seen how you look at me, alpha, and I’m tired of waiting,” Kacchan whispers, his eyes never breaking from Izuku’s even as they narrow.

Izuku glups, sweat forming at his brow, taking every ounce of strength to not pounce on the omega. His shirt is riding up due to the curve of his spine, revealing even more glistening skin.

“W-waiting?”

“Waiting for you to finally make me yours,” Katsuki purred.

Izuku completely freezes as he tries to fight any and all instincts.

Should he really take the offer Kacchan is so willingly offering him?

Can he really trust what Kacchan is saying? That he wants him?

Izuku bites his lip in thought, looking away from Katsuki’s alluring gaze.

“I can smell the arousal from you, Izuku~” Katsuki hummed, “Don’t you want me, alpha?”

Looking back at Katsuki was by far the worst decision Izuku could have made in that moment. He’s now sitting up, legs folded under him, hands in between his legs, and a pretty little pout gracing his lips. His breaths are getting shorter, and he seems more antsy, like he can't quite hold in the desire any longer. 

Oh, fuck it.

Izuku didn’t think. He just moved.

A growl tore out of him before he could stop it, and then Katsuki was beneath him — the sound of impact soft, but the moment anything but. Katsuki’s breath hitched, legs bending and framing Izuku’s hips in a way that sent heat curling low in his stomach.

For a second, Izuku could only stare down at him — the rise and fall of his chest, the sharpness in his eyes even now. Katsuki looked wrecked and defiant all at once, and Izuku’s pulse stuttered at the sight.

“You sure about this, Kacchan?” His own voice came out rougher than he meant, lower — the kind of tone that made his chest feel too tight.

Katsuki’s response was a hum, lazy but sure. His gaze flicked up, locking with Izuku’s, and something in it made Izuku lean in without meaning to. Their lips hovered a breath apart — close enough that he could feel the warmth of every exhale, could see Katsuki’s pupils widen.

“Words, Kacchan,” Izuku murmured, his forehead almost brushing Katsuki’s.

Katsuki swallowed, throat working before the softest “Yes” escaped — a whisper so close it trembled against Izuku’s lips.

And then Izuku lost the last thread of restraint.

He surged forward, catching Katsuki’s mouth in a kiss that hit like lightning. Katsuki gasped into it, and Izuku followed, pressing closer, chasing that sound. His hands braced on either side of Katsuki’s head, his whole body alive with the heat of contact — the slide of lips, the rush of shared breath, the pulse hammering in his ears.

Katsuki met him halfway, sharp and eager, his hands gripping Izuku’s shirt and pulling him down until their chests were flush. Every movement was fire and friction, rough edges and familiarity. Izuku could taste adrenaline, could feel the years of tension between them unraveling all at once.

Groans and whimpers fall from Katsuki’s pretty lips like a symphony as each press and slide of their lips become more frantic. Katsuki’s hips can't move upwards, causing a broken gasp to break them apart, due to Katsuki throwing his head back. 

“Mmm, Izuku, alpha, please,” Katsuki begged. 

Izuku plants kiss after kiss down the length of Katsuki's neck, his tongue laving over his scent gland.

“Don’t worry, baby, I got you.”

A hand shifts to steadily slide under Katsuki’s shirt–rough, calloused fingers meeting smooth, soft skin, igniting a fire trail in its wake.

“Izuku, more, I need more,” Katsuki’s desperate voice broke through the air. 

Placing another searing kiss on Katsuki’s lips, Izuku simply hums in response before lifting the shirt clean off, placing a kiss on each patch of skin revealed. 

“Be patient, my omega, your alpha will take care of you,” Izuku purred.

“But it hurts, please– AH~”

Izuku swirls his tongue gently around Katsuki’s bitten nipple, soothing the red mark he created. His big hands slide up the sides of Katsuki’s slim waist, admiring the taut muscle from years of dedication, reaching to cup his chest and pushing them together. Izuku peers up at Katsuki, taking note of his already blissed-out face and open mouth before leaning down and licking up his chest where his breasts meet.

“God, Kacchan, such a perfect chest–perfect tits–just for me, right?” Izuku groans into his skin, licking and planting kisses as he does so. 

Katsuki moans and whines in response, but Izuku doesn’t really expect a response; just Kacchan’s pretty little noises are enough. 

“Perfect little tits, wonder how they’ll look when you’re pumped full and swollen with my pups,” Izuku starts before getting cut off by a loud whine breaking past Katsuki’s lips, his hips jumping up to rut against Izuku’s thick thigh. 

“Oh? Kacchan likes that, huh?” Another moan in response, “Hmm, he likes the thought of me claiming him? Walking around swollen with my pups? My knot?”

A loud moan pushes past Katsuki’s lips as his hips jerk frantically against Izuku. Izuku keeps his thigh in place until Katsuki breaks off into whines, and most of the tension in his body dissipates. 

“Kacchan, d-did you…?” Izuku mutters in awe

“Shuddap.”

“Oh my god, you did!”

“Izuku, shut up,” Katuski whines, his face progressively getting redder.

“Kacchan, you came untouched! Oh god, Kacchan, that was so hot, Kacchan is just too perfect.”

“Izuku…”

Katsuki’s face was now a bright red, his eyes tightly closed, his scent changing into a slightly more embarrassed one.

“Kacchan doesn’t need to be embarrassed,” a kiss, “Think I could make it happen again?”

“H-huh?”

A sinister smile spreads across Izuku’s lips as he looks into Katsuki’s half-lidded eyes before slowly resuming his journey down.

“‘Zuku, wha–”

“Shhh, omega, let your alpha care for you, hm?” Izuku purred, receiving a slight whimper and nod in response.

Izuku peels off the last remnants of his precious Kacchan’s clothes, revealing even more beautifully red-tinted pale skin. 

“Mmm, Kacchan’s so pretty,” Izuku mumbles into his skin.

Izuku’s hand grabs a thigh, lifting it up and to the side, tilting his hips up in the process.

“Oh, Kacchan, poor horny little Kacchan, look at how your dripping for me,” Izuku speaks from between Katsuki’s legs, looking up to see the blonde's face covered by a hand, lashes clinging onto the hints of tears.

Izuku ducks his head, his tongue peeking out to lick at a drop of slick, “mmm, Kacchan tastes so good.” 

Without a second thought, Izuku grips Katsuki's hips and flips him over, eliciting a sharp gasp from the blonde. Using raw strength, he manhandles Katsuki’s ass into the air, legs spread just so, back arched perfectly to present himself. Sensing a bit of unwanted tension, Izuku releases more of his scent, nuzzling into the crease of Katsuki’s ass and thigh, amplifying the electric connection between them.

“Relax, Kacchan, I got you, baby,” he murmurs, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

True to his word, Izuku licks a long, slow stripe up Katsuki's ass cheek until he reaches the twitching hole, flattening his tongue and savoring the slickness that clings to him. The taste is intoxicating, and he can’t help but groan at how good Katsuki feels against his tongue.

“Ah-ha! ‘Zuku~” Katsuki slurs, his voice dripping with need.

Izuku hums, the sound vibrating through Katsuki and igniting a spark of primal desire within him. He circles his tongue around the sensitive rim, teasing, coaxing out soft whimpers that echo through the room. He can feel Katsuki’s body responding, instinctively pushing back against him, desperate for more.

“More, ‘Zuku! Please!” Katsuki gasps, desperation lacing his voice.

With a wicked grin, Izuku obliges, diving deeper, his tongue slipping inside, teasing and exploring, drawing out guttural moans from Katsuki. He pulls back just enough to let the cool air hit the slickness, then dives back in, eager to feel the heat radiating from Katsuki's body.

“Damn it, just like that,” Katsuki breathes, his breath hitching as Izuku expertly works him over, his mouth devouring every inch. He can feel the tension building, a coil of pleasure tightening deep within him as he loses himself in the sensation, in the way Izuku is worshipping him.

Izuku’s hands grip Katsuki’s thighs, fingers digging in as he anchors himself, determined to keep him right where he wants him. He pulls back slightly, allowing Katsuki a moment to catch his breath before plunging back in, flicking his tongue against that sweet spot that sends Katsuki spiraling with pleasure. 

“God, ‘Zuku! Don’t stop! I’m so close!” Katsuki cries out, his voice raw, punctuated by the sharp sounds of pleasure spilling from his lips. 

Izuku shivers at the praise, his own need surging as he pushes Katsuki further, relentless in his devotion to bring him over the edge. The taste, the sounds, the heat—everything about this moment is consuming, and he’s determined to make it last as long as possible. 

Izuku’s ministrations become more frantic, licking into Katsuki as he rocks his hips back into Izuku’s face.

“Alpha, I— I can’t hold it much longer!” Katsuki cries, voice thick with desperation. 

Determined, Izuku intensifies his efforts, licking his tongue over Katsuki’s hole, teasing the sensitive walls with fervor. Each swirl, suck, and thrust of his tongue pushes Katsuki closer, the heady mix of slickness and Izuku’s scent enveloping him completely.

“Come for me, Kacchan,” Izuku urges, his voice a low growl. “I want to taste you. Want you to cum untouched again, baby.”

That’s all it takes. Katsuki’s body responds like a live wire, muscles tightening as he cries out, the sound pouring from deep within him. He gasps, his voice cracking with pleasure as drool pools onto the sheets below him. 

With a final slurp, Katsuki comes, pleasure overwhelming him as he spills over, even more slick coating Izuku’s mouth. His dick spurts out even more cum than the first time, staining the sheets and splattering against Katsuki’s abs. It’s all so intoxicating–Katsuki’s pretty whines and moans, the taste of his slick, the amount of cum spilling from his swollen dick, and the fact that his Kacchan–his omega– is still rocking back, craving even more attention.

“Fuck, Izuku,” Katsuki whined, “Touch me, fuck me, please.”

Izuku smiled into the skin of his ass cheek, lightly biting it.

“How bad do you want it?” Izuku spoke into Katsuki’s hips, his fangs scraping the skin.

A loud whine, “Bad, Izuku, please, make me yours,” Katsuki arches his back a bit more, turning his head to make eye contact, “Mark me alpha.”

A deep growl rumbles in Izuku’s chest before he grabs Katsuki and flips him onto his back, fingers digging into the meat of his thighs to push them up and out. Katsuki gasps as Izuku crowds into his face, sharp green meeting watery red– a split second of understanding– then their lips are clashing yet again. 

This kiss is deeper, less desperate, more passionate–their lips sliding against one another. Groans and little sighs of pleasure leave both of their mouths as Izuku licks into Katsuki’s mouth, savoring the taste of his Kacchan. His kisses trail to Katsuki’s jaw before traveling to his neck as Katsuki moans into the air, moving his head to allow for movement. 

Katsuki’s fingers weave into Izuku’s hair, pulling just so, causing another growl to leave the alpha's throat, “Izuku, please, I can’t anymore, it hurts.”

A tender kiss was placed on the center of his chest, then, “I got you, baby.”

Izuku reaches down, lining himself up before guiding himself into Katsuki. He pauses for a moment, his breath hitching as he feels the warmth enveloping him. The sensation is electric, and he can’t help but lean closer, capturing Katsuki’s lips in another passionate kiss, pouring all his feelings into that connection.

“Just relax, Kacchan,” he murmurs against Katsuki’s mouth, his voice low and soothing. “I’ll take care of you.”

With a gentle thrust, he begins to enter Katsuki, pushing in slowly to give him time to adjust. Katsuki’s back arches, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as he feels Izuku stretching him, filling him completely as Izuku groans in response. 

Izuku continues with short, shallow thrusts until he’s fully sheathed in Katsuki before looking directly at the blonde under him to be greeted by the best sight he’s seen. Katsuki’s eyes are glazed with need, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson as he bites the back of his hand, trying to stifle the moans threatening to spill from him. The sight sends a jolt of desire through Izuku, and he can’t help but move, thrusting in shallowly, trying to give Katsuki time to acclimate. But the way Katsuki writhes beneath him, a low whine escaping his throat, only fuels Izuku’s hunger. 

“God, Kacchan, you feel so good. Can I move? Please tell me I can move?” Izuku whines.

Katsuki moans low in his throat, his eyelids fluttering before a “please” gets whispered into the air between them. 

Izuku slowly pulls out and then slams his hips forward, forcing a loud, desperate moan to tear through Katsuki.

“Oh, Kacchan, oh my– you’re still so tight, god,” Izuku groans. 

“Aah~ Izuku–move f-faster! I-I need it, please!” Katsuki cries out, his hips bucking up in pure carnal desire. 

Izuku tightens his grip on Katsuki’s hips, quickening his pace every slap echoing through the room. 

“A-ah, Kacchan, you feel so good! You’re so perfect, god, my pretty little omega.”

Katsuki flushes with the praise, head thrown back in pure bliss. His hand blindly reaches out, causing Izuku to grab it, pinning it to the bed and interlocking their fingers together.

“C-close–closer, Izuku–” Katsuki chokes out in between gasps and moans.

Izuku leans down his body nearly flush with Katsuki’s as his hips keep up the frantic pace. This close, Izuku can see the gold little specs in Katsuki’s red eyes, can see how blown with lust and need they are, the drool pooling from the side of his mouth, the tears slipping down his temples, can feel each moan and gasp fan across his face. 

Ducking his head, Izuku sticks his tongue out, licking up the trail of drool, his mouth ending against Katsuki’s, “So messy, Kacchan. Gotta keep your spit in your mouth, no?” Izuku whispers against Katsuki’s mouth before swirling his tongue in his own mouth. Katsuki, with half-lidded eyes, catches the movement and drops his jaw even wider, sticking his own tongue out. 

Feeling a strange sense of pride at the willing submission, Izuku collects the wad of saliva and spits straight onto Katsuki’s tongue. Katsuki swallows and moans around the taste, his eyes rolling back, his hips grinding up more frantically, trying to match Izuku.

“Izu–alpha, I-I–” Katsuki gasps.

“Yeah? Let go, baby. Let go for your alpha, Katsuki,” Izuku pants into Katsuki’s mouth, rutting even harder. 

Katsuki suddenly cries out, his free hand gripping Izuku’s shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin as his entire body convulses, succumbing to his release. As Katsuki’s cries echo in the air, Izuku feels the primal urge surge within him. He ruts into Katsuki, prolonging their connection until he finally bursts, a loud growl escaping his lips as he bites down, marking Katsuki with a mating bite.

Katsuki gasps at the sensation, a shiver coursing through him as Izuku fills him completely. The feeling of Izuku’s cum flooding him alongside the bite sends him over the edge again, and he relaxes against Izuku, a satisfied purr rumbling from his chest as bliss washes over them both.

As they lie tangled together, the afterglow of their shared passion still lingering in the air, a comfortable silence stretches between them. Katsuki takes a deep breath–his mind now a little clearer from his heat–heart pounding in his chest, he gathers the courage to voice what’s been weighing on his mind.

“Izuku,” he starts, his voice barely above a whisper, “there’s something I need to say.”

Izuku turns to face him, his expression serious yet soft. “What is it, Kacchan?”

Katsuki hesitates, his gaze dropping for a moment before he steels himself. “I know we’ve always had this… thing between us. But after tonight, I can’t ignore it anymore. I care about you, more than I’ve ever cared about anyone.” He looks up, meeting Izuku’s eyes, vulnerability flickering in his own. “I think I’m in love with you.”

Izuku’s breath catches, a rush of warmth flooding his chest. He can hardly believe what he just heard. “Kacchan… I—”

Before he can finish, Katsuki cuts him off, his voice filled with urgency. “I know I’m not always the easiest person to deal with. I can be a pain, but I want you to know that you mean everything to me. I don’t want to hide this anymore. Especially after tonight. This wasn't just my heat–it's how I really feel.”

Izuku’s heart swells, emotions flooding him as he reaches for Katsuki’s hand, intertwining their fingers. “You’re not a pain, Kacchan. You’re everything to me, too. I’ve loved you for so long, but I didn’t know how to say it.”

Katsuki’s eyes widen, a mix of surprise and relief washing over him. “Really?” he asks, hope flickering in his voice.

“Really,” Izuku confirms, a smile breaking across his face and tears welling in his eyes. “I’m yours, now and always.”

Katsuki’s expression softens, a genuine smile spreading as he pulls Izuku closer, their foreheads touching. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go.”

The sound of the ball smacking against her hand rings through the arena as the score reads 23-24. Ochako takes a deep breath before tossing the volleyball into the air before jumping, making contact with the ball at her highest point in a perfect float serve. The ball floats over the net before quickly descending within the 10-foot line. The opposing team’s captain screams with the crowd as one player jumps forward barely making it in time to bump the ball high enough for their setter.

Fully believing that would be the game point, Ochako grumbles profanities under her breath, wiping the sweat on her palms off her number 1 jersey before making eye contact with her setter, Yaoyorozu. The ball flies right back over as Ochako positions herself mouthing “no bump”. 

Yaoyorozu nods before yelling, “Mine!” 

She lifts her hands in the air, jumping slightly, setting the ball perfectly to the far right corner. She lands, her black ponytail fluttering down as she watches her captain sprint from the side of the court.

Ochako jumps perfectly before cranking her arm back and smacking the ball with all the strength left in her sending it straight to the floor, all while feeling a certain someone’s eyes stuck to her like glue. One fan with bright blonde hair showed up to every game without fail, yet only ever stared at her. –

And Ochako knew it. Felt it. 

The heat of her gaze as it followed her across the court.

Like a snake drawn to its prey.

And in every game, she was almost impossible to ignore. –

Not expecting an immediate spike, the opposing team was too late to receive, a loud smack resonating in the gym as the ball made contact with the floor. Ochako lands just after the ball does, her brown bob tickling the back of her neck. Her thighs burn and her ears are ringing from the adrenaline when the entire gym starts screaming and cheering. She turns her sharp gaze towards the crowd searching for the blond while resting her hands on her knees. 

Hunched over her knees she sees her. 

Sharp yellow eyes meeting brown ones. Nothing but pure adoration shining in them– A shock of electricity ran down her spine, nearly knocking the wind out of her. The whole room seems to fade in the background as the two girls stare from across the gym–

Breaking the fleeting moment, her entire team launches at her as they tumble to the ground. The Pro UA volleyball team celebrates with hugs and cheers as their fans jump up and down cheering them on. One fan’s gaze never left Ocako’s figure, burning holes into her skin that Ochako couldn’t help but search for.

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“Dabi! Did you see that? That kill!” Himiko shouts directly into Dabi’s ear as she fangirls over her favorite pro volleyball player, “And I kid you not we made eye contact!”

“Jesus, woman. You’re gonna make me deaf, of course, I saw I was here,” Dabi deadpans, shaking his head causing his messy white hair to be even messier as they start going down the stairs to get to the exit.

“God, isn’t she just amazing? I mean that quick thinking and to be able to move that fast?” Toga sighs out before dramatically fanning herself, “Look at her thighs. I would kill to just bite one. You think she’d let me if I ask nicely?” 

Dabi rolls his eyes in response holding the door to the gym open for Himiko as the girl practically vibrates in excitement. 

“Don’t know, don’t care. Lemme smoke this before we head back.” Dabi grumbles pulling out a cigarette and a lighter while leaning against the brick wall off to the side.

Toga sighs leaning against the wall and watching as the crowd slowly trails out of the gym some eyeing them, others paying the pair no mind. Just as the last few trickle out of the gym Himiko stretches her arms out and turns to Dabi to see him inhaling the last few puffs.

Then the doors slam open and Ochako walks out with the biggest grin on her face. 

Himiko’s chest tightens, her heart skipping a beat.

Ochako looks over, her eyes immediately finding Himiko’s. The blonde holds her breath when it happens.

When the Ochako Uraraka’s gaze slowly looked her up and down. Not in disgust like she was used to. Oh no. She looked at her with curiosity. With want. With need.

And just as fast as it happened it stopped. She kept walking with her team and Himiko stayed behind, breathless. 

The next time Himiko sees Ochako is at yet another game. Not an official one. One for charity done in a small crappy gym that can house half of the normal game attendees. And of course, Himiko had a seat.

She stared as Ochako claimed the court. Running, commanding, leading. Spike after spike. Score after score, she still held a bright grin. One that screamed in happiness. One that Himiko wished she could be the reason for.

Then it happened again. 

The eye contact. 

Just as fleeting as before. Quick, but oh so powerful. 

The gaze could’ve been nothing to most, but to Himiko it was everything. It was acknowledgment. That one glance held so much behind it that Himiko could feel it throughout every fiber of her being. Her brown eyes were sharp. Strong. Almost as if they were calling her. Daring her to try. Himiko’s gaze trailed over Ochako like the sweat drop that started at her jawline, sliding down her neck til it dripped under her tight sports bra, right where her boobs met in the middle. 

Himiko forced herself out of her thoughts, her thighs clenching as heat pooled in her stomach and flooded her cheeks. Clearing her throat, she leaned forward to focus on the game to see that it had ended. Sitting up straighter, Himiko’s eyes darted to the score, 25-20, and the girls jumped in excitement. Looking over each of the girls, their happiness became infectious, Himiko smiling in turn when her eyes went back to Ochako. 

Who was already looking at her with a tiny, barely there smirk. Her eyes holding so much– it caused Himiko’s entire body to shiver and burst with goosebumps. Almost as if Ochako knew the effect she had, her eyes narrowed before she broke eye contact leaving Himiko to feel breathless yet again. 

Feeling disoriented Himiko stopped by the bathroom before heading out. She splashed her face with cold water grabbing a napkin to pat it dry. As she turned to walk out she noticed Ochako walking in and stopping to simply look at Himiko.

“You know you stare a lot?” Ochako broke the silence, crossing her arms over her chest.

Himiko’s face burned as her mouth opened and closed trying to come up with a subtle excuse.

“It's okay, cutie. I like it. No harm done,” came Ochako’s smooth voice as she took a step closer.

Himiko stuttered out a response, “I, um, just really like you. As a player of course! You’re just so interesting to watch…”

“Ah, well, thank you! I love meeting fans, what’s your name?”

Red as ever, Himiko speaks, “Uh Himiko.”

Ochako gives a kind smile, reaching out to twirl a piece of blonde hair sticking out of Himiko’s bun, “Beautiful name, Himi. Can I call you that?”

 “You can call me whatever you want,” comes Himiko’s breathless reply.

Ochako full-on laughs, “You’re pretty cute, Himi.” Before Himiko can even process the words out of her mouth, Ochako’s name is called.

“Ah, looks like I gotta go! But I hope I see you around much more often, okay Himi?” Ochako lets out as she walks out, casually waving a hand, not waiting for Himiko’s response. 

Himiko stands there for a few minutes simply processing the entire exchange. She lifts a hand and pinches her cheek hard winching slightly at the pain.

Nope, not a dream. She thought. Very real, oh my God.

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“And then she called me cute!” Himiko rants to an uninterested Shigaraki, explaining her encounter with Ochako for the third time. Dabi chooses then to walk over flicking Himiko in the forehead.

“Say her name or anything volleyball related for the rest of the day and I will peel your damn skin off, Toga.

Himiko rubbed the sore spot on her forehead with a pout before sticking her tongue out at the two boys. With a playful huff, she made her way over to her tattoo station. The three of them had started their small tattoo shop back when Himiko was in high school, and the other two were barely working under other artists. As a few years passed they had gained a solid reputation. The shop was compact but well-established, featuring two open tattoo stations—one for her and one for Dabi. A single private room in the back was reserved for tattoos placed in more intimate areas. Shigaraki, on the other hand, refused to touch a tattoo gun and instead focused exclusively on piercings. While Himiko and Dabi also handled piercings, she only did so when necessary, as her true passion lay in the intricate artistry of tattooing. 

Shigaraki mostly stationed himself at the reception desk, a glass display case filled with various jewelry pieces, while the other two worked at their own pace. The shop's aesthetic was a moody mix of blacks and purples, except for one stark white wall covered in tattoo sketches and photos of past work. Dabi, ever in sync with the shop’s dark theme, was almost always dressed in black. Meanwhile, Himiko, with her frilly skirts and pastel tones, stood out like a sore thumb. Shigaraki, as usual, looked like he had just rolled out of a dumpster—but that was nothing new.

“Nobody is even here,” Himiko whines as she pulls out her sketchbook drawing sparrows, “You guys are the absolute worst.” 

Shigaraki grunts while Dabi responds, “You can have the next customer if it keeps you from speaking.” 

The bell above the glass door rings out, signaling a new customer. Himiko continues to sketch, expecting Shigaraki to tend to the stranger until the stranger opens her mouth. 

“Hi, um I was looking to get a small tattoo and heard this is the best place in the area! Do you guys possibly do walk-ins?” a familiar honeyed voice carried through the shop causing Himiko's head to snap up. No way that the Ochako Uraraka just walked into this shop like it was nothing.

The next thing Himiko thinks is how gorgeously attractive Ochako looks in casual clothing. The brunette is wearing baggy low-rise jeans with bleached butterflies plastered all over the pants paired with a tight white sleeveless crop top. She’s attempting to cover herself with a pink button down but all it’s covering are her forearms as it’s draped off her shoulders revealing her muscled back. In summary, Himiko thinks she’s going to die if she stares at Ochako’s casual fit any longer.

“Uh yeah, whatever. Not like we got people lining up outside,” responded Shigaraki, “Toga will sketch what you want. Toga! Get over here!”

Himiko scrambles up out of her chair and walks over, still a little dazed. Upon hearing footsteps behind her Ochako turns making eye contact with the blonde girl. 

“Ah, Himi! It’s you! I didn’t know you did tattoos,” exclaimed Ochako with a bright grin on her face, looking the girl up and down. Himiko’s entire face tinged with pink smiles back, awkwardly rubbing her arm. 

“Um yeah, yes I do! What did you, uh, want Uraraka-san?” Himiko replies, stumbling over a few words.

Ochako’s face scrunches up, “Himi! Don’t call me by my last name. I figured after our interaction and your hardcore staring, you would refer to me as Ochako, no?” Her sentence trails off as she leans back against the counter tilting her head to the side.

Her eyes are intense as she stares back. Himiko nods a shy smile gracing her features as she gestures to her station to direct the brunette over. Ochako follows plopping down on the bench leaning her elbows on her thighs to place her chin in her hands. Himiko in turn sits at her chair turning to a new page in her book. In her element, she brings a pen to the paper before speaking,

“What did you have in…mind…?” Himiko trails off as she looks up to see Ochako’s face a mere inches away from hers, her brown eyes shining as if the stars were in them. Ochako leans even closer, her gaze playfully flickering down.

     “A volleyball.”

     “A- what?”

“I want a volleyball with my number somehow incorporated, can you do that?” Ochako repeats, smiling cheekily at Himiko. The blonde sharply nods before tucking her head down and drawing. A few minutes pass of Himiko drawing and Ochako swinging her legs as she patiently waits until the blonde taps her knee to get her attention. Ochako looks down at the tap to see Himiko holding the sketch pad towards her. The sketch depicted a simple yet intricately detailed volleyball with careful shading to convey its resting position on the gym floor. The letters "UA" in a graceful script were inscribed on the ball, with "#1" positioned just beneath it to the left. Ochako gazed at the drawing in awe before meeting Himiko's eyes.

“I love it! You are so talented!” she exclaimed leaning in even closer.

“It’s just a ball…” Himiko trails off her face a little pink at the compliment. Ochako gasps, grabbing Himiko’s hand and pulling it towards her.

“Don’t sell yourself short!” Ochako exclaimed, causing Himiko’s cheeks to darken further. 

Himiko, still slightly dazed, mutters, “Where do you want it?”

“My hip.”

Himiko gulps, clearing her throat and blinking a few times before speaking, “W-where?”

“My left hip. Like right above my panty line, you know?” Ochako smiles, slightly looking Himiko down. Himiko takes a deep breath, slightly nodding and humming. She turns back to the stand next to her to put the drawing on transfer paper and prepare the ink and gun. 

“Okay, um, can you unbutton your pants so I, uh, can place it and you tell me if you like the position?” Himiko asks. 

“How about you ask me with more confidence this time, cutie?” Ochako grins.

In turn, Himiko’s jaw drops as her cheeks slowly warm up. Her mouth opens and closes a few times looking for a response and Ochako’s grin only widens.

“Ah, don't stress about it. I’ll do what you ask!”

Ochako leaned down and shimmed her pants a little lower on her hips. She smiles and tucks her hands under her hand. The two make eye contact, the air between them turning into static. Himiko notices Ochako’s gaze dipping down just before she closes her eyes and leans her head completely on her arms as if nothing happened. 

Shaking herself out of her stupor, Himiko leans over her to place the paper on her lower stomach, moving the flap of her jeans over causing the top of Ochako’s underwear to come into view. Himiko’s eyes shift over catching a glimpse of the white lace before completely snapping her head upwards. 

“You can look in the um mirror. If you like it or not,” Himiko stutters out, her face bright red. At the prompt, Ochako gets up to stand in front of the body-length mirror, the motion causing her pants to sag a tiny bit more. Himiko looks over and catches yet another glimpse of the lacy trim of Ochako’s white underwear, in the back this time. 

“Mmm, I like it, what do you think, Himi?” Ochako turns showing off the placement, “Does it look good on me?”

Himiko, practically stuck in a trance simply nods muttering out a quiet “I like it” before abruptly standing.

“I’ll be right back!” Himiko exclaims and heads to the back of the shop where she finds Dabi chilling on a black sofa scrolling on his phone. She walks right past him and to a body-length mirror before slapping her cheeks aggressively.

“Himiko, be professional! She is just a customer!” the girl whisper-yelled to herself as she continuously slapped herself. 

Dabi chuckles at the girls' antics before muttering, “You good?”

“No I am not good,” the blonde complains while dramatically fanning herself, “I’m going to die out there.”

“I’m not helping you,” he deadpans, waving his hand dismissively. Himiko huffs muttering “Didn’t ask you to”, then turns to walk back out to the main section of the shop. Walking out she notices how Ochako is practically draped over the bench, her shirt raised revealing her muscled abdomen and her pants still lowered. One arm was tucked under her head, the muscles pulled taut as she scrolled on her phone with the other. 

 “Hey, sorry I’m back,” the blonde speaks up after shamelessly eyeing her, Ochako simply smiling in return. Himiko gathers herself and sits in her chair to pull gloves on and starts the tattoo. She places her hand on Ochako’s stomach feeling the sharp intake of breath before she places the gun to her skin and gets to work. 

 “So, what made you get into tattooing?” questioned Ochako looking to break the silence. 

“I uh started in high school. I wasn’t exactly popular so I kept to myself drawing different things, giving myself stick and pokes until I started doing it to others in a park near the school where I eventually met those two,” the blonde explains with no filter, “A lot of people thought I was weird for being so hell-bent on the stick and pokes but I don’t know there was something so intimate and delicate about it, that I couldn't help but to crave the meticulousness.” Her voice slowly dindles as if she’s ashamed before quickly brightening. “Dabi and Shiggy were the only people who liked me for me and encouraged my passion until Dabi suggested we open a shop and here I am.” 

Ochako hums in thought as the two sit in silence for a few seconds until Ochako speaks up, “Well, I think that it's admirable that you continued to push for your passion even if you felt alone in it all at one point.”

Himiko slightly looks up when she finishes speaking, “I’ve never really thought about it like that…” 

“Ah, well maybe you should start,” the brunette shrugs, “Be proud of who you are, Himi.”

The silence carries on for a few more minutes as Himiko touches up the tattoo before she declares that it’s finished. She wipes off any extra residue and places a clear film over it for protection before yanking her gloves off. Ochako stands and walks over to the mirror again to marvel at the new ink on her body. 

“I love it. You really are talented, Himi,” Ochako looks at the blonde through the mirror. She walks back over to the other girl's station. Ochako places her hand on Himiko’s arm, her thumb rubbing up and down in thanks, causing the blonde to flinch and spill black ink all over her tray.

“Omg, the ink- oh uh thank you! It probably looks great because it’s on you. Not to say I can’t tattoo other people! It just looks great on you!” Himiko spits out, causing Ochako to let out a little giggle. 

“You’re cute when you get all flustered; there's no need to stress it, Himi,” the girl responds, not allowing Himiko a second to process before speaking again. “How much do I owe you for it?” 

“It’s on the house!” 

“What? No, lemme pay you!”

“No, no! I’m serious! I’m such a huge fan it was an honor to even tattoo you.”

Ochako hummed and looked around before grasping the pen off Himiko’s sketchbook and writing right under the drawing of the volleyball. 

“There. My number. Text me when you want to come to a game and I’ll get you in for free. As payback,” Ochako announced. 

 Himiko’s mouth dropped open, “What? You-what?”

“My number, Himi. Call it, come see me play,” Ochako smirked, “Or ya know. Just call it and come see me off the court.” Ochako winks at the flustered blonde. 

“Maybe I’ll come see you before then. Now that we have a break before finals, I might even get my tongue pierced—like yours. It’s hot.”

Once again, Ochako’s words send a surge of heat through Himiko’s body. The blonde slaps a hand over her mouth, eyes widening in shock. Meanwhile, Ochako just laughs, turning to leave the tattoo shop. But before stepping out, she throws a playful wave and a teasing wink over her shoulder, leaving Himiko utterly stunned.

“Oh, god I’m going to be sick.”

  🍒

A few days passed and now Himiko lies in her bed staring at the piece of paper with Ochako’s number still scrawled on it. 

“Should I text her? Was she even serious or was it like fan work?” questions like these and more flooded the girl's thoughts as she bit the skin around her nails raw. Ultimately deciding to send a message the blonde's fingers type rapidly across the screen with a simple “hey”.

Ochako: thought you’d never text me…were you gathering up the courage;)

Himiko: …what, no. I was just busy. 

Ochako: mhm, sureee

Himiko’s face flushes at the girl's response and over the fact that she’s texting the star of her wet dreams and quickly types out.

Himiko: I WAS!

Ochako: Okay pretty girl wtv you want to say.

Himiko: YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THOSE THINGS!!!

Ochako: I didn’t. I typed it.

At this point, Himiko’s entire face is hot to the touch. She grabs the frilly pillow tucked under her arm immediately smushing her face against it and screaming. The girl kicks her feet against the mattress when her phone pings again.

Ochako: anyways now that you finally texted and before you run off again…

Ochako: wanna meet up? \(^o^)/

Trying to keep any ounce of chill left in her body Himiko responds with,

Himiko: Oh, sure with the team?

Ochako: no, silly. Just us ;)

Just them? Just them as in just her and Ochako? Himiko’s mouth falls open in shock before promptly rolling over to shove her face into the mess the blankets screaming and flailing around.

Himiko: OH of course! Let's meet for sure!

Ochako: It's cute how you try to act like you’re not excited.

Ochako: Let me know when you’re available and I’ll clear my schedule (*^w^*)

“Oh God, this girl is going to be the death of me,” Himiko mutters sliding her hands into her hair and tugging slightly on the strands.

  🍒

A week goes by of the two girls non-stop texting and Ochako randomly showing up at the tattoo shop before any solid plans of meeting up happen, which is prompted by Ochako herself. 

On a random day when Ochako not surprisingly shows up at the shop that has since bloomed in business as more people saw the famous volleyball player frequently enter, Ochako plops herself directly in front of Himiko who is on break. At the noise of her body weight plopping on the leather chair, Himiko looks up from her phone her eyes meeting brown ones as a small smile graces her features. 

“Take the rest of the day off,” leaves Ochakos mouth after the two stared at one another for a bit. Himiko slightly chokes on her food, slamming her hand into a chest a few times before looking back at the girl.

“Wha…”

“You heard me, take the rest off. We are going out right now.”

Himiko looked around the shop and then back at Ochako who was now leaning with her chin in her hands and the cheekiest grin plastered across her face. 

Himiko swallowed the rest of the rice in her mouth, “Um... I’m not sure I could just leave, ‘Chako-chan–” 

“I already talked to Dabi, you’re good,” Ochako swiftly cuts her off, her grin growing, “Plus it seems if I didn’t do this, you would have never told me when you were available.”

Ochako’s left eyebrow raises as Himiko’s face flushes and she diverts her attention towards Dabi in the corner of the shop who shoots her a not-so-subtle wink. She takes a deep breath before looking back at the girl in front of her and smiling.

“Okay, fine you got me. What’d you have in mind?”

“Follow me and you’ll find out,” comes Ochako’s reply as she stands and grips Himiko’s wrist pulling her out of the shop. 

Not even five minutes later Himiko finds herself inside Ochako’s yellow Chrysler Coupe, the roof down causing the wind to blow Himiko’s bangs off her forehead as they drive along the near-empty road. ‘I’ll Call You Mine’ by girl in red played softly from the speakers as Ochako quietly hummed along.

Within the peace of the car, Himiko sneaks a glance over at Ochako taking note of how the late afternoon sun reflects in her eyes making them appear almost hazel rather than brown. Her hair flowed in the wind, two strawberry clips in one side of her hair revealing her soft jawline. Her skin is tanner during the off-season, Himiko notices, the sun making her tan skin look honey-like. 

“Where are we going ‘Chako-chan?” 

Ochako takes her eyes off the road for a split second to throw a glance toward the blonde, “You’ll find out when we get there.”

“Well, are we almost there?” Himiko huffs crossing her arms. 

Ochako pointedly ignores the girl so Himiko opts to pout and sit in silence when Ochako breaks it a few minutes later.

“We just got here miss impatient.”

Himiko sits up excitedly, her gaze darting around to notice they are in a random field. Ochako climbs out of the car her strawberry-printed sundress flowing in the wind before reaching into the backseat and pulling out a basket and a blanket. Ochako starts walking to the front of the car before turning and raising an eyebrow at Himiko.

“Are you coming or do I have to carry you out of the car too?”

“No, No! I’m coming!” flushed pink, Himiko scrambles out of the car brushing off her black skirt and pulling her oversized bomber jacket over her green shirt. 

Walking up beside Ochako, Himiko takes a moment to take in her surroundings. The car sits parked at the edge of a gently sloping hill, its grass a vivid shade of green. A sea of wildflowers blankets the hillside, their brilliant hues shimmering under the sun as if glowing beneath its intense light. A small patch of untouched grass rests alone at the very top, where the flowers thin out, swaying softly in the breeze—a quiet contrast to the vibrant bloom below.

“‘Chako-chan, this is…beautiful,” Himiko breathed out.

Ochako softly smiled at Himiko, “Yeah? You like it?”

“I love it…”

“Well then let's hurry up and get to the top,” Ochako giggles, grabs onto Himiko’s wrist, and starts running. Himiko lets out a loud laugh as she stumbles for the first few seconds before catching up and running alongside Ochako. The two girls laugh and giggle as they run up the hill, the flowers kiss at their ankles. They reach the top with soft giggles and gentle holds. Ochako stares a bit at Himiko before placing the basket on the floor. Ochako plops down on the ground and then tugs Himiko down with the hand holding her own.

Himiko ungracefully plops, letting out a small laugh as she does so.

“I’m glad you took me here. It's so peaceful. Beautiful,” Himiko leans slightly against Ochako’s shoulder gazing up at her as Ochako looks down. Ochako smiles and brushes a piece of hair from Himiko’s forehead. Her gaze drops down before flicking back up just as fast. Himiko bites her lip, slightly leaning in when Ochako clears her throat and leans back, turning her head away.

“I brought some food!”

Himiko blinked a few times, “Oh, yeah.”

Ochako grabs a few sandwiches and fruit and places them on the ground in front of them. The two girls eat in silence for a bit until Himiko brushes her hands off and leans back until she’s lying on her back. Ochako leans back against her hands and looks back at Himiko, prompting the blonde to look up at her.

“Why did you start playing? I feel like you don’t do a lot of interviews about that,” Himiko speaks up.

Ochako sighed and laid down next to Himiko, “I don’t really know how it started but once it did I kinda felt like I had to stick with it. My dad always played with me, just for fun, ya know?” Ochako breathes before continuing, “I guess I had some talent as a kid and they threw me into lessons until it bled their pockets dry. By that point, I was too deep into it and I knew that if I dedicated my whole life to it, I could make a career out of it and I don't know pay my parents back for everything.” 

Himiko is silent as Ochako spares a glance at her, “Sorry I was probably rambling and talking about needless things.”

Himiko immediately turns to face Ochako by shifting on her side, “No, I love hearing you talk about yourself. I could listen to you for hours.”

Ochakos face slightly turns pink before she shifts herself to face Himiko as well. She mutters out a small “Really?” 

Himiko bites her lip before nodding. Ochako scoots a little closer and reaches a hand out, her fingertips barely grazing Himiko’s forehead to nudge a piece of her bangs. Himiko grabs her hand to lace their fingers together. Himikos notices Ochako's eyes dipping down and then back up. Ochako took a deep breath with her eyes closed, opened them, and abruptly smashed their faces together. 

Himiko makes a slight squeak in surprise before cupping Ochako’s face and deepening the kiss. Himiko tilts her head and slides a hand into the other girl's hair gripping it as the kiss grows more passionate. Ochako lets out a sigh sliding a hand across Himiko’s shoulder before her entire body freezes up. Ochako quickly breaks the kiss and backs up, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. 

Himiko still caught in the moment slowly breathes out, opening her eyes, “That was–”

“Oh god. I am so sorry,” Ochako rushes out.

“wait, Ochako–” Himiko blinks trying to wrap her head around the newly developing situation.

Ochako sits up sliding a hand in her hair and tugging a little bit, “I didn’t– I don't even know,” She lets out a slight laugh, “That was an accident, oh god. I’m sorry Himiko.”

At her full name falling from the girl's mouth, Himiko feels her heart shatter and all that leaves her mouth is a small, “Oh.”

At this Ochako stops her rambling, clearing her throat and staring down at the bottom of the hill. Her arms go to wrap around themselves as the two sit in awkward silence. 

“Um, maybe we should go. I can drive you home,” Ochako breaks the silence.

“No, it’s fine. You can take me back to the tattoo shop,” Himiko speaks up, now standing.

“What, no? Himiko,” Ochako takes a step closer and reaches a hand out causing Himiko to take a step back in return and move her arm out of Ochako’s reach.

“No. Just, Dabi is probably there still,” Himiko sighs, “That’s where I want to go.”

“I’m sorry, Himi–”

“Don’t. It's whatever.” Himiko grumbles as she starts walking down the hill.

“Himiko wait. That’s not how I meant it. I just never been with ya know,” she laughs, “It's just new, I don’t know. Can we–”

“Ochako, honestly I don’t care right now. Can we just go?” Himiko sighs.

Ochako walks behind Himiko in silence until the pair reach the car. 

“I just… can we talk? When you’re ready? I’m just, I don’t know,” Ochako pleads as she starts the car. 

“Sure, Ochako. Just not now I’ll let you know.”

Ochako nods and starts driving.

  🍒

There are a few weeks between the semifinals and finals in the Volleyball season, which Ochako spends grilling the rest of her team and ignoring a certain problem looming over her. From 6 am to 6 pm, the girls spend the day doing different drills and testing new techniques. Ochako being the main spiker and float server was paired with Mina, the newest addition to the team and their substitute setter. On the other side of the net was Jirou, the team's libero, receiving every serve or spike Ochako sent her way to improve her reaction time. 

The girls worked in tandem with their manager, Izuku Midoriya, tossing balls up in the air for Mina to set. Izuku’s hand smacks the side of the ball before he tosses it in Mina’s direction. The green-haired girl swiftly maneuvers her body to be right under it just as Ochako calls out “4, 4, 4” and sets it backward towards the brunette's direction. Ochako quickly approaches the ball, getting her feet under herself before slightly squatting, and then launching herself in the air. She cranks her right arm back as if she’s cocking an arrow, her left straight out as a guide. Her right arm cracks against the ball like a whip causing the ball to rip through the air aiming for right behind the 10-foot line. Jirou dives, her right arm stretched to the max as she flattens her hand. In the split second when the ball is about to hit the gym floor, Jirou’s hand slips under it popping the ball straight up perfectly for a possible bump. 

“Ah, that was amazing girls! I’m sure coach would say the same,” came Izuku’s cheerful voice. The three girls smile in his direction breathing heavily after their many rounds of different plays when a gruff voice cuts through the air.

“Don’t be spitting bullshit Izuku. Pinky, your set was a little off. Round face, your approach was sloppy. And Ears, I need you to plant your feet. No need to dive for every ball, get there,” their coach, Katsuki Bakugou snaps. 

“Unbunch your panties, that was good,” came Ochako’s reply, “Does it need to be cleaned up? Okay yeah, but it’s 5:30 and we’ve been going for hours.”

“Yeah yeah. You shitheads aren’t fucking horrible”

 “Kacchan, must you hide a compliment in an insult every time?” Izuku deadpans. 

“Shut the hell up, Izuku! I say what I want, I'm the coach!”

The group of girls laugh as the two guys argue like the married couple they are. The said group heads to the locker room to quickly freshen up before they all head to their respective places. Ochako pulls her shirt off to change when Yao-momo and Jirou pop up on each side of her. 

“You gonna go visit that tattoo shop again?” Jirou teases.

“Yeah, you’re going to see that blonde girl aren’t you?” Yao-momo adds on. The two girls crowd into the brunette's space nudging her until a pink tint dusts her cheeks. 

“Guys stop,” Ochako whines, covering her face with her hands after she finishes pulling her shirt off, “It’s not even like that. Well, I don’t know it's weird.” Ochako’s shoulders slump as she explains.

“What do you mean weird?” Jirou questions.

Ochako’s face flushes a dark pink, “You guys are gonna hate me.”

Jirou scoffs, “Try me.”

“I kissed her then freaked out then told it I didn’t mean it like that.”

The locker room becomes dead silent as all the girls stare back at Ochako’s steadily reddening face.

“You two…kissed? And you said it meant nothing?” Momo questions.

“Well, I didn’t say it meant nothing per se. I just kinda freaked?” Ochako explains.

The girls share glances just as Mina rounds the corner of the lockers already showered. The pink-haired girl is clad in jean shorts with a clunky belt and a tight cheetah print tank top, clicking on bracelets as she walks.

“So it’s just casual then? Like you experimenting or..?” Mina pipes in, her bracelets clinking as she waves her hand around.

“I-uh…” Ochako starts before Mina cuts her off again.

“I mean that’s pretty much what you’re giving. Or are you playing her?”

“No, no it’s not like that!” Ochako defends.

“Then what’s it like?” Momo pipes in.

Ochako sighs out before plopping on the bench and putting her head in her hands.

“I just don’t know. This is new to me,” Ochako sighs, “What if I don’t want her? What if I do? How am I supposed to know she feels the same?”

“Uh, the fact that she kissed you maybe?” Jirou speaks up.

“But what if she was going for something more casual?!”

 “Nothing about what you two do is casual!” Mina chimes in, “Ochako I love you but you’re killing me and probably killing her.”

“Just ask her out, officially. Like girlfriends.” Momo suggests, “The worst she can say is no.”

Ochako has the decency to sheepishly look away, “Okay, okay. I’ll ask her out. But! You have to let me think of something.”

“The words: ‘wanna go out’ work pretty well,” Mina comments to then receive a sweaty balled shirt thrown her way. 

  🍒

Ochako now showered and dressed in clean clothes, walks up to the infamous tattoo shop testing out different combinations of the same set of words strung together. 

“Hey, Himiko sorry for the confusion,” Ochako tries, “No that sounds like a business email.”

“Hi, sorry I’m a huge idiot, I’m in love with you,” she throws out, “maybe…could make her laugh.”

Now in front of the shop, she takes a deep breath and looks into the window to see an interesting sight. Some woman with straight black hair had her arm wrapped around Himiko’s back as she cleaned her station. The woman had her so close as she whispered something into her ear with a smirk resting on her lips. Himiko’s face was tinted a bright pink and her hands kept working at the task at hand. Her body was slightly leaned away, giving the impression of the girl feeling awkward.

Ochako blinks a few times and crosses her arms as she tries to get a better view. Stepping slightly closer she catches the black haired woman turning Himiko’s body towards her and pulling her in by the hips. The abrupt movement caused Himiko’s hands to rest against the other girl’s upper chest. 

Ochako decides enough is enough and scoffs before marching into the shop causing both girls to look in her direction. Himiko’s yellow eyes flashed with something that Ochako wasn’t sure of when they came in contact. Seeing nothing but red, the brunette stomped over to the pair before grabbing the other woman’s arm and yanking it off of Himiko’s waist. Ochako then grips the cream fabric of Himiko’s sweater before pulling her back into her chest, a protective arm looping around her middle.

“Keep your hands off her,” Ochako gritted out. 

 “Oh come on un-bunch yer panties. I was only playin’,” came the other woman’s voice, a thick southern drawl seeping through, “Plus lil Himiko here wasn’t saying nothing.”

The woman smirks at Himiko causing Ochako to look down at the girl who simply avoids her eyes. 

“I said,” Ochako spits out, a menacing smile gracing her features, “Keep your hands off or I’ll cut them off, got it?” 

The southern woman scoffs, mockingly raising her hands before walking out of the store; flipping both of them off. Ochako immediately turns Himiko around and brings both hands to her cheeks as her eyes frantically dart around. 

“Are you okay? She didn’t do anything, did she?” 

Himiko rolls her eyes pushing Ochako’s hands off of her. 

“Why do you even care?” 

Ochako sputtered, “What do you mean? Of course, I care!” 

“O,h bullshit.” Himiko spits out. 

“Why are you even—“

“You know I thought you of all people would be there for me so thank you for showing me who you are,” Himiko cuts Ochako off before walking off and waving dismissively. 

“Wait Himiko stop!” Ochako yells, walking to Himiko and grabbing her wrist to spin her around.

Himiko tries to pull her hand back but Ochako’s grip becomes tighter in retaliation. 

“Himiko please!”

“No! I’m done, Ochako! I’m not doing this again! ‘it’s casual’, What if I don’t want her?’ I won’t be someone you pull around, Ochako,” Himiko explodes all while trying to pull her hand away. 

“Himi, no, what? Who told you that?” Ochako asks, confused. 

“Oh now that’s rich,” Himiko laughs, “ I fucking heard you! I went to your damn practice to talk about the damn flower field where you kissed me then acted like I stabbed you in the stomach!”

“No, Himi! That’s all a misunderstanding!” 

Himiko lets out another disbelieving laugh, “I don’t give a shit. I really don’t.”

“I promise you heard wrong. Just let me—“ Ochako starts.

“I am done, Ochako. I won’t sit here and be played and hurt by someone I would—“

Ochako grabs Himiko by her shoulders, yanking her forward, crashing their lips together. Himiko makes a startled sound as Ochako just smushes their faces harder together. Himiko slightly falls into the kiss her hands coming to wrap around Ochako’s middle. At the last second Himiko grabs onto Ochako’s hips instead and pushes her back separating their lips to stare into Ochako’s pleading eyes.

“What do you even want Ochako,” was Himiko’s breathless reply. 

Ochako blinks back a few times, “I— I’m not sure. I just can’t lose you please.” 

Himiko groaned and rubbed her hand down her face.

“God, Ochako, I’m sick of this cat-and-mouse game. I’m sick of acting like I don’t want you just as much as I know you want me. I’m sick of imagining you every night. And god am I sick of acting like I don’t think you’re the sexiest woman on this planet,” Himiko rushes out, exasperated, “But I know what I heard in the locker room.”

“I swear to you it was a misunderstanding!” Ochako rushes out, “The girls were asking about you and I didn’t know what to say because I’m not even sure where we stand! And I know it’s my fault! But I promise I wasn’t trying to play you, Himiko.”

“Then what do you want, Ochako?” Himiko softly says. 

“You! God, I just want you!” Ochako exclaims, “I want to know what makes you tick, your hopes, your fears, everything!”

 The two stare back at each other, yellow meeting brown, as two chests heave up and down. Desperation clouded Ochako’s expression while Himiko stared back in shock. The silence seems to stretch for hours before Ochako breaks it. 

“Oh, fuck it,” Ochako mutters before crossing the small distance between them, reaching towards Himiko’s face and yanking her closer until their faces are mere millimeters apart. 

“Please, Himi,” Ochako softly whispers, her breath tickling the other girl's lips. The moment Himiko slightly nods, Ochako smashes their lips together.  A small yelp comes from Himiko before her left arm wraps around Ochako’s waist, the other cupping the back of her neck. Ochako hums into the kiss as a groan escapes Himiko and she pulls the brunette even closer, deepening the kiss. 

The two separate for a split second, a sharp gasp ringing through the air before colliding once more as they desperately grab onto each other. 

“I’m sorry for making you doubt me,” Ochako breathes against Himiko’s lips, each word separated with a kiss. 

“Just shut up and kiss me.” 

Himiko slides a hand into Ochako’s hair pulling on it to direct the kiss. Her other hand travels down her back until it gets low endings to grab Ochako’s ass and pull the girl impossibly closer. 

Tiny moans and quick inhalations of air fill the shop as the two grasp onto each other. Out of breath, Ochako pulls away, her chest rising and falling quickly. Craving any part that she can get, Himiko uses the hand in Ochako’s hair to pull at it, baring her neck. Himiko quickly leans into trail kisses down the column of her throat. The girl nips at the thin skin against Ochako’s neck while her hands explore the curves along her body. 

 A rather loud moan leaves Ochako’s mouth when Himiko bites a little harshly at the junction of her neck.  Ochako grips onto the blonde's shoulders causing her to look up before placing a kiss on her jawline. Keeping eye contact, Himiko slowly starts trailing wet kisses straight down her neck to her chest. Immersed in the feeling, Ochako closes her eyes letting out little noises of pleasure when Himiko bites down hard where her boob starts. The sharp pain causes the brunette's eyes to widen as a moan rips through her throat. She rolls her head back, biting her lip when she registers the floor-to-ceiling windows that they’ve been standing in front of. 

“Himi, oh my god, the…,” Ochako takes a deep breath, “the windows. You can, ah, see straight through them.” 

Himiko licks at the tiny bit of blood that seeps from the bite, “You wanted to put in a little show earlier, what if I wanna put on my own?”  Then she proceeds to pepper tiny kisses down Ochako’s slightly exposed chest without moving an inch.

“Ah, Himi, please. Just stop for a second. I don’t want people to, uh, see,” Ochako gasps out breathlessly, “God, woman, just take me to the back room and I'll let you do, hah, anything, please!” 

Ochako slides her hand into Himiko’s hair to pull her away from her neck. Ochako looks down at the slightly shorter woman, noticing her blown pupils and spit-covered swollen lips before smashing their lips together, disregarding her own pleas. 

Himiko moans out at the contact, stepping backward as she pulls Ochako with her towards the back room. Himiko bumps into a few walls, before pinning her against the hallway wall. 

“You don’t understand how bad I’ve wanted this,” Himiko breathlessly says, placing kisses everywhere. 

Instead of responding, Ochako nudges Himiko slightly off her, receiving a confused look before she pulls off her shirt. A loud groan claws its way out of Himiko’s throat as she comes back in and starts frantically kissing her. Himiko takes her time in pressing kisses down Ochako’s body, keeping hard eye contact as she makes her descent. Reaching the relatively new tattoo on her hip, Himiko gives it a bite before slowly licking over it– all while making intensive eye contact. Ochako pants heavily above her while her fingers swiftly un-does Himiko’s hair to rake her fingers through the soft hair. Just as Himiko reaches the girl's pants and sticks a finger in the waistband, Ochako quickly pulls her up pressing her lips to hers. 

“Take me to the room,” Ochako mutters as one arm draped over Himiko’s shoulder and the other has a tight grip on her sweater. 

Himiko giggles before placing more kisses on Ochako’s lips and leading the way blindly. Stumbling around a bit more the pair finally makes it to the back room. The blonde pulls away only to shove Ochako down onto the couch before straddling her. 

“God you’re so perfect,” Himiko breathlessly lets out, “I just wanna bite and claim every part of you.” 

She then dips down to press kisses into her neck once more. One hand cup presses into her neck with a tiny bit of pressure while the other gropes her chest. Ochako lets out a shaky exhale as she reaches down to slide her hands up Himiko’s skirt, squeezing the girl’s ass. Himiko moans out softly against her skin before grinding down into Ochako’s lap.

 Himiko groans as she leans back, getting a perfect view of Ocahko flushed pink under her in a red bra and unbuttoned pants before grabbing two handfuls of the girl's chest. The blonde leans over Ochako’s heaving figure, their lips a few centimeters apart, eyes half-lidded, “Red’s my favorite color, ya know. And holy shit ‘chako, I wanna paint you in it.”

Ochako gasps out at the proclamation as Himiko wastes no time and immediately starts kissing and biting into her chest, red marks blooming. The brunette slides her hands up Himiko’s sweater, tracing the sides of her slender waist, squeezing. Sliding a hand higher, her thumb grazes under Himiko’s bra, barely grazing the swell of her chest causing the blonde to let out a tiny moan, as she grinds down once more. Breathlessly the girls frantically put their hands wherever they can reach, moans and gasps of air filling the room. Himiko grinds down once more when Ochako lifts her easily and all but slams her down onto the couch, crawling over her. 

“‘Chako, wha–”

“Take your damn shirt off.”

The blonde lets a feral grin paint her face at Ochako’s command before yanking her sweater off. In this position, Himiko lays on her back with her legs spread so Ochako can fit right in between. All the movement caused Himiko’s skirt to flip up a tad bit, revealing her black underwear. 

“And to think that you didn’t want me, my god was I missing out,” Ochako breathes into Himiko’s abdomen as she plants kisses on every piece of skin. 

“ah, you were the one, please ‘Chako, who teased and toyed- ah!” Himiko’s words get cut off with a sharp moan when Ochako bites into the blonde's thigh, placing a kiss there afterward.

“I don’t need back talk. I need you to take what you’re given, can you do that?” Ochako spits out condescendingly. 

Himiko lets out another moan, “Yes, ma’am.”

Ochako grins, lowering herself to be face to face with Himiko’s crotch, separating her thighs even more. She places kisses and tiny bites along the inside of the blonde's thigh, as Himiko moans and wiggles in her hold. Himiko’s entire body is flushed a light pink as she lays there, thanking the universe for this Greek Goddess of a woman. Ochako hikes the girl’s legs up before licking a strip up the girl's underwear.

“Ah! Ochako, please!” Himiko moans out as her back arches and her hand darts out to grab at Ochako’s hair.

A short giggle left Ochako’s mouth before placing a soft kiss on the spot. 

“Now, I know I fucked up and hurt my poor Himi,” Ochako starts with a pout as she slowly peels Himiko’s black underwear down her thighs, a smug grin covering any real sympathy, “So, how about I give you a formal apology that we’ll both enjoy, hm?”

The sound of the ball smacking against her hand rings through the arena as the score reads 23-24. Ochako takes a deep breath before tossing the volleyball into the air before jumping, making contact with the ball at her highest point in a perfect float serve. The ball floats over the net before quickly descending within the 10-foot line. The opposing team’s captain screams with the crowd as one player jumps forward barely making it in time to bump the ball high enough for their setter.

Fully believing that would be the game point, Ochako grumbles profanities under her breath, wiping the sweat on her palms off her number 1 jersey before making eye contact with her setter, Yaoyorozu. The ball flies right back over as Ochako positions herself mouthing “no bump”. 

Yaoyorozu nods before yelling, “Mine!” 

She lifts her hands in the air, jumping slightly, setting the ball perfectly to the far right corner. She lands, her black ponytail fluttering down as she watches her captain sprint from the side of the court.

Ochako jumps perfectly before cranking her arm back and smacking the ball with all the strength left in her sending it straight to the floor, all while feeling a certain someone’s eyes stuck to her like glue. One fan with bright blonde hair showed up to every game without fail, yet only ever stared at her. –

And Ochako knew it. Felt it. 

The heat of her gaze as it followed her across the court.

Like a snake drawn to its prey.

And in every game, she was almost impossible to ignore. –

Not expecting an immediate spike, the opposing team was too late to receive, a loud smack resonating in the gym as the ball made contact with the floor. Ochako lands just after the ball does, her brown bob tickling the back of her neck. Her thighs burn and her ears are ringing from the adrenaline when the entire gym starts screaming and cheering. She turns her sharp gaze towards the crowd searching for the blond while resting her hands on her knees. 

Hunched over her knees she sees her. 

Sharp yellow eyes meeting brown ones. Nothing but pure adoration shining in them– A shock of electricity ran down her spine, nearly knocking the wind out of her. The whole room seems to fade in the background as the two girls stare from across the gym–

Breaking the fleeting moment, her entire team launches at her as they tumble to the ground. The Pro UA volleyball team celebrates with hugs and cheers as their fans jump up and down cheering them on. One fan’s gaze never left Ocako’s figure, burning holes into her skin that Ochako couldn’t help but search for.

  🍒

“Dabi! Did you see that? That kill!” Himiko shouts directly into Dabi’s ear as she fangirls over her favorite pro volleyball player, “And I kid you not we made eye contact!”

“Jesus, woman. You’re gonna make me deaf, of course, I saw I was here,” Dabi deadpans, shaking his head causing his messy white hair to be even messier as they start going down the stairs to get to the exit.

“God, isn’t she just amazing? I mean that quick thinking and to be able to move that fast?” Toga sighs out before dramatically fanning herself, “Look at her thighs. I would kill to just bite one. You think she’d let me if I ask nicely?” 

Dabi rolls his eyes in response holding the door to the gym open for Himiko as the girl practically vibrates in excitement. 

“Don’t know, don’t care. Lemme smoke this before we head back.” Dabi grumbles pulling out a cigarette and a lighter while leaning against the brick wall off to the side.

Toga sighs leaning against the wall and watching as the crowd slowly trails out of the gym some eyeing them, others paying the pair no mind. Just as the last few trickle out of the gym Himiko stretches her arms out and turns to Dabi to see him inhaling the last few puffs.

Then the doors slam open and Ochako walks out with the biggest grin on her face. 

Himiko’s chest tightens, her heart skipping a beat.

Ochako looks over, her eyes immediately finding Himiko’s. The blonde holds her breath when it happens.

When the Ochako Uraraka’s gaze slowly looked her up and down. Not in disgust like she was used to. Oh no. She looked at her with curiosity. With want. With need.

And just as fast as it happened it stopped. She kept walking with her team and Himiko stayed behind, breathless. 

The next time Himiko sees Ochako is at yet another game. Not an official one. One for charity done in a small crappy gym that can house half of the normal game attendees. And of course, Himiko had a seat.

She stared as Ochako claimed the court. Running, commanding, leading. Spike after spike. Score after score, she still held a bright grin. One that screamed in happiness. One that Himiko wished she could be the reason for.

Then it happened again. 

The eye contact. 

Just as fleeting as before. Quick, but oh so powerful. 

The gaze could’ve been nothing to most, but to Himiko it was everything. It was acknowledgment. That one glance held so much behind it that Himiko could feel it throughout every fiber of her being. Her brown eyes were sharp. Strong. Almost as if they were calling her. Daring her to try. Himiko’s gaze trailed over Ochako like the sweat drop that started at her jawline, sliding down her neck til it dripped under her tight sports bra, right where her boobs met in the middle. 

Himiko forced herself out of her thoughts, her thighs clenching as heat pooled in her stomach and flooded her cheeks. Clearing her throat, she leaned forward to focus on the game to see that it had ended. Sitting up straighter, Himiko’s eyes darted to the score, 25-20, and the girls jumped in excitement. Looking over each of the girls, their happiness became infectious, Himiko smiling in turn when her eyes went back to Ochako. 

Who was already looking at her with a tiny, barely there smirk. Her eyes holding so much– it caused Himiko’s entire body to shiver and burst with goosebumps. Almost as if Ochako knew the effect she had, her eyes narrowed before she broke eye contact leaving Himiko to feel breathless yet again. 

Feeling disoriented Himiko stopped by the bathroom before heading out. She splashed her face with cold water grabbing a napkin to pat it dry. As she turned to walk out she noticed Ochako walking in and stopping to simply look at Himiko.

“You know you stare a lot?” Ochako broke the silence, crossing her arms over her chest.

Himiko’s face burned as her mouth opened and closed trying to come up with a subtle excuse.

“It's okay, cutie. I like it. No harm done,” came Ochako’s smooth voice as she took a step closer.

Himiko stuttered out a response, “I, um, just really like you. As a player of course! You’re just so interesting to watch…”

“Ah, well, thank you! I love meeting fans, what’s your name?”

Red as ever, Himiko speaks, “Uh Himiko.”

Ochako gives a kind smile, reaching out to twirl a piece of blonde hair sticking out of Himiko’s bun, “Beautiful name, Himi. Can I call you that?”

 “You can call me whatever you want,” comes Himiko’s breathless reply.

Ochako full-on laughs, “You’re pretty cute, Himi.” Before Himiko can even process the words out of her mouth, Ochako’s name is called.

“Ah, looks like I gotta go! But I hope I see you around much more often, okay Himi?” Ochako lets out as she walks out, casually waving a hand, not waiting for Himiko’s response. 

Himiko stands there for a few minutes simply processing the entire exchange. She lifts a hand and pinches her cheek hard winching slightly at the pain.

Nope, not a dream. She thought. Very real, oh my God.

  🍒

“And then she called me cute!” Himiko rants to an uninterested Shigaraki, explaining her encounter with Ochako for the third time. Dabi chooses then to walk over flicking Himiko in the forehead.

“Say her name or anything volleyball related for the rest of the day and I will peel your damn skin off, Toga.

Himiko rubbed the sore spot on her forehead with a pout before sticking her tongue out at the two boys. With a playful huff, she made her way over to her tattoo station. The three of them had started their small tattoo shop back when Himiko was in high school, and the other two were barely working under other artists. As a few years passed they had gained a solid reputation. The shop was compact but well-established, featuring two open tattoo stations—one for her and one for Dabi. A single private room in the back was reserved for tattoos placed in more intimate areas. Shigaraki, on the other hand, refused to touch a tattoo gun and instead focused exclusively on piercings. While Himiko and Dabi also handled piercings, she only did so when necessary, as her true passion lay in the intricate artistry of tattooing. 

Shigaraki mostly stationed himself at the reception desk, a glass display case filled with various jewelry pieces, while the other two worked at their own pace. The shop's aesthetic was a moody mix of blacks and purples, except for one stark white wall covered in tattoo sketches and photos of past work. Dabi, ever in sync with the shop’s dark theme, was almost always dressed in black. Meanwhile, Himiko, with her frilly skirts and pastel tones, stood out like a sore thumb. Shigaraki, as usual, looked like he had just rolled out of a dumpster—but that was nothing new.

“Nobody is even here,” Himiko whines as she pulls out her sketchbook drawing sparrows, “You guys are the absolute worst.” 

Shigaraki grunts while Dabi responds, “You can have the next customer if it keeps you from speaking.” 

The bell above the glass door rings out, signaling a new customer. Himiko continues to sketch, expecting Shigaraki to tend to the stranger until the stranger opens her mouth. 

“Hi, um I was looking to get a small tattoo and heard this is the best place in the area! Do you guys possibly do walk-ins?” a familiar honeyed voice carried through the shop causing Himiko's head to snap up. No way that the Ochako Uraraka just walked into this shop like it was nothing.

The next thing Himiko thinks is how gorgeously attractive Ochako looks in casual clothing. The brunette is wearing baggy low-rise jeans with bleached butterflies plastered all over the pants paired with a tight white sleeveless crop top. She’s attempting to cover herself with a pink button down but all it’s covering are her forearms as it’s draped off her shoulders revealing her muscled back. In summary, Himiko thinks she’s going to die if she stares at Ochako’s casual fit any longer.

“Uh yeah, whatever. Not like we got people lining up outside,” responded Shigaraki, “Toga will sketch what you want. Toga! Get over here!”

Himiko scrambles up out of her chair and walks over, still a little dazed. Upon hearing footsteps behind her Ochako turns making eye contact with the blonde girl. 

“Ah, Himi! It’s you! I didn’t know you did tattoos,” exclaimed Ochako with a bright grin on her face, looking the girl up and down. Himiko’s entire face tinged with pink smiles back, awkwardly rubbing her arm. 

“Um yeah, yes I do! What did you, uh, want Uraraka-san?” Himiko replies, stumbling over a few words.

Ochako’s face scrunches up, “Himi! Don’t call me by my last name. I figured after our interaction and your hardcore staring, you would refer to me as Ochako, no?” Her sentence trails off as she leans back against the counter tilting her head to the side.

Her eyes are intense as she stares back. Himiko nods a shy smile gracing her features as she gestures to her station to direct the brunette over. Ochako follows plopping down on the bench leaning her elbows on her thighs to place her chin in her hands. Himiko in turn sits at her chair turning to a new page in her book. In her element, she brings a pen to the paper before speaking,

“What did you have in…mind…?” Himiko trails off as she looks up to see Ochako’s face a mere inches away from hers, her brown eyes shining as if the stars were in them. Ochako leans even closer, her gaze playfully flickering down.

     “A volleyball.”

     “A- what?”

“I want a volleyball with my number somehow incorporated, can you do that?” Ochako repeats, smiling cheekily at Himiko. The blonde sharply nods before tucking her head down and drawing. A few minutes pass of Himiko drawing and Ochako swinging her legs as she patiently waits until the blonde taps her knee to get her attention. Ochako looks down at the tap to see Himiko holding the sketch pad towards her. The sketch depicted a simple yet intricately detailed volleyball with careful shading to convey its resting position on the gym floor. The letters "UA" in a graceful script were inscribed on the ball, with "#1" positioned just beneath it to the left. Ochako gazed at the drawing in awe before meeting Himiko's eyes.

“I love it! You are so talented!” she exclaimed leaning in even closer.

“It’s just a ball…” Himiko trails off her face a little pink at the compliment. Ochako gasps, grabbing Himiko’s hand and pulling it towards her.

“Don’t sell yourself short!” Ochako exclaimed, causing Himiko’s cheeks to darken further. 

Himiko, still slightly dazed, mutters, “Where do you want it?”

“My hip.”

Himiko gulps, clearing her throat and blinking a few times before speaking, “W-where?”

“My left hip. Like right above my panty line, you know?” Ochako smiles, slightly looking Himiko down. Himiko takes a deep breath, slightly nodding and humming. She turns back to the stand next to her to put the drawing on transfer paper and prepare the ink and gun. 

“Okay, um, can you unbutton your pants so I, uh, can place it and you tell me if you like the position?” Himiko asks. 

“How about you ask me with more confidence this time, cutie?” Ochako grins.

In turn, Himiko’s jaw drops as her cheeks slowly warm up. Her mouth opens and closes a few times looking for a response and Ochako’s grin only widens.

“Ah, don't stress about it. I’ll do what you ask!”

Ochako leaned down and shimmed her pants a little lower on her hips. She smiles and tucks her hands under her hand. The two make eye contact, the air between them turning into static. Himiko notices Ochako’s gaze dipping down just before she closes her eyes and leans her head completely on her arms as if nothing happened. 

Shaking herself out of her stupor, Himiko leans over her to place the paper on her lower stomach, moving the flap of her jeans over causing the top of Ochako’s underwear to come into view. Himiko’s eyes shift over catching a glimpse of the white lace before completely snapping her head upwards. 

“You can look in the um mirror. If you like it or not,” Himiko stutters out, her face bright red. At the prompt, Ochako gets up to stand in front of the body-length mirror, the motion causing her pants to sag a tiny bit more. Himiko looks over and catches yet another glimpse of the lacy trim of Ochako’s white underwear, in the back this time. 

“Mmm, I like it, what do you think, Himi?” Ochako turns showing off the placement, “Does it look good on me?”

Himiko, practically stuck in a trance simply nods muttering out a quiet “I like it” before abruptly standing.

“I’ll be right back!” Himiko exclaims and heads to the back of the shop where she finds Dabi chilling on a black sofa scrolling on his phone. She walks right past him and to a body-length mirror before slapping her cheeks aggressively.

“Himiko, be professional! She is just a customer!” the girl whisper-yelled to herself as she continuously slapped herself. 

Dabi chuckles at the girls' antics before muttering, “You good?”

“No I am not good,” the blonde complains while dramatically fanning herself, “I’m going to die out there.”

“I’m not helping you,” he deadpans, waving his hand dismissively. Himiko huffs muttering “Didn’t ask you to”, then turns to walk back out to the main section of the shop. Walking out she notices how Ochako is practically draped over the bench, her shirt raised revealing her muscled abdomen and her pants still lowered. One arm was tucked under her head, the muscles pulled taut as she scrolled on her phone with the other. 

 “Hey, sorry I’m back,” the blonde speaks up after shamelessly eyeing her, Ochako simply smiling in return. Himiko gathers herself and sits in her chair to pull gloves on and starts the tattoo. She places her hand on Ochako’s stomach feeling the sharp intake of breath before she places the gun to her skin and gets to work. 

 “So, what made you get into tattooing?” questioned Ochako looking to break the silence. 

“I uh started in high school. I wasn’t exactly popular so I kept to myself drawing different things, giving myself stick and pokes until I started doing it to others in a park near the school where I eventually met those two,” the blonde explains with no filter, “A lot of people thought I was weird for being so hell-bent on the stick and pokes but I don’t know there was something so intimate and delicate about it, that I couldn't help but to crave the meticulousness.” Her voice slowly dindles as if she’s ashamed before quickly brightening. “Dabi and Shiggy were the only people who liked me for me and encouraged my passion until Dabi suggested we open a shop and here I am.” 

Ochako hums in thought as the two sit in silence for a few seconds until Ochako speaks up, “Well, I think that it's admirable that you continued to push for your passion even if you felt alone in it all at one point.”

Himiko slightly looks up when she finishes speaking, “I’ve never really thought about it like that…” 

“Ah, well maybe you should start,” the brunette shrugs, “Be proud of who you are, Himi.”

The silence carries on for a few more minutes as Himiko touches up the tattoo before she declares that it’s finished. She wipes off any extra residue and places a clear film over it for protection before yanking her gloves off. Ochako stands and walks over to the mirror again to marvel at the new ink on her body. 

“I love it. You really are talented, Himi,” Ochako looks at the blonde through the mirror. She walks back over to the other girl's station. Ochako places her hand on Himiko’s arm, her thumb rubbing up and down in thanks, causing the blonde to flinch and spill black ink all over her tray.

“Omg, the ink- oh uh thank you! It probably looks great because it’s on you. Not to say I can’t tattoo other people! It just looks great on you!” Himiko spits out, causing Ochako to let out a little giggle. 

“You’re cute when you get all flustered; there's no need to stress it, Himi,” the girl responds, not allowing Himiko a second to process before speaking again. “How much do I owe you for it?” 

“It’s on the house!” 

“What? No, lemme pay you!”

“No, no! I’m serious! I’m such a huge fan it was an honor to even tattoo you.”

Ochako hummed and looked around before grasping the pen off Himiko’s sketchbook and writing right under the drawing of the volleyball. 

“There. My number. Text me when you want to come to a game and I’ll get you in for free. As payback,” Ochako announced. 

 Himiko’s mouth dropped open, “What? You-what?”

“My number, Himi. Call it, come see me play,” Ochako smirked, “Or ya know. Just call it and come see me off the court.” Ochako winks at the flustered blonde. 

“Maybe I’ll come see you before then. Now that we have a break before finals, I might even get my tongue pierced—like yours. It’s hot.”

Once again, Ochako’s words send a surge of heat through Himiko’s body. The blonde slaps a hand over her mouth, eyes widening in shock. Meanwhile, Ochako just laughs, turning to leave the tattoo shop. But before stepping out, she throws a playful wave and a teasing wink over her shoulder, leaving Himiko utterly stunned.

“Oh, god I’m going to be sick.”

  🍒

A few days passed and now Himiko lies in her bed staring at the piece of paper with Ochako’s number still scrawled on it. 

“Should I text her? Was she even serious or was it like fan work?” questions like these and more flooded the girl's thoughts as she bit the skin around her nails raw. Ultimately deciding to send a message the blonde's fingers type rapidly across the screen with a simple “hey”.

Ochako: thought you’d never text me…were you gathering up the courage;)

Himiko: …what, no. I was just busy. 

Ochako: mhm, sureee

Himiko’s face flushes at the girl's response and over the fact that she’s texting the star of her wet dreams and quickly types out.

Himiko: I WAS!

Ochako: Okay pretty girl wtv you want to say.

Himiko: YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THOSE THINGS!!!

Ochako: I didn’t. I typed it.

At this point, Himiko’s entire face is hot to the touch. She grabs the frilly pillow tucked under her arm immediately smushing her face against it and screaming. The girl kicks her feet against the mattress when her phone pings again.

Ochako: anyways now that you finally texted and before you run off again…

Ochako: wanna meet up? \(^o^)/

Trying to keep any ounce of chill left in her body Himiko responds with,

Himiko: Oh, sure with the team?

Ochako: no, silly. Just us ;)

Just them? Just them as in just her and Ochako? Himiko’s mouth falls open in shock before promptly rolling over to shove her face into the mess the blankets screaming and flailing around.

Himiko: OH of course! Let's meet for sure!

Ochako: It's cute how you try to act like you’re not excited.

Ochako: Let me know when you’re available and I’ll clear my schedule (*^w^*)

“Oh God, this girl is going to be the death of me,” Himiko mutters sliding her hands into her hair and tugging slightly on the strands.

  🍒

A week goes by of the two girls non-stop texting and Ochako randomly showing up at the tattoo shop before any solid plans of meeting up happen, which is prompted by Ochako herself. 

On a random day when Ochako not surprisingly shows up at the shop that has since bloomed in business as more people saw the famous volleyball player frequently enter, Ochako plops herself directly in front of Himiko who is on break. At the noise of her body weight plopping on the leather chair, Himiko looks up from her phone her eyes meeting brown ones as a small smile graces her features. 

“Take the rest of the day off,” leaves Ochakos mouth after the two stared at one another for a bit. Himiko slightly chokes on her food, slamming her hand into a chest a few times before looking back at the girl.

“Wha…”

“You heard me, take the rest off. We are going out right now.”

Himiko looked around the shop and then back at Ochako who was now leaning with her chin in her hands and the cheekiest grin plastered across her face. 

Himiko swallowed the rest of the rice in her mouth, “Um... I’m not sure I could just leave, ‘Chako-chan–” 

“I already talked to Dabi, you’re good,” Ochako swiftly cuts her off, her grin growing, “Plus it seems if I didn’t do this, you would have never told me when you were available.”

Ochako’s left eyebrow raises as Himiko’s face flushes and she diverts her attention towards Dabi in the corner of the shop who shoots her a not-so-subtle wink. She takes a deep breath before looking back at the girl in front of her and smiling.

“Okay, fine you got me. What’d you have in mind?”

“Follow me and you’ll find out,” comes Ochako’s reply as she stands and grips Himiko’s wrist pulling her out of the shop. 

Not even five minutes later Himiko finds herself inside Ochako’s yellow Chrysler Coupe, the roof down causing the wind to blow Himiko’s bangs off her forehead as they drive along the near-empty road. ‘I’ll Call You Mine’ by girl in red played softly from the speakers as Ochako quietly hummed along.

Within the peace of the car, Himiko sneaks a glance over at Ochako taking note of how the late afternoon sun reflects in her eyes making them appear almost hazel rather than brown. Her hair flowed in the wind, two strawberry clips in one side of her hair revealing her soft jawline. Her skin is tanner during the off-season, Himiko notices, the sun making her tan skin look honey-like. 

“Where are we going ‘Chako-chan?” 

Ochako takes her eyes off the road for a split second to throw a glance toward the blonde, “You’ll find out when we get there.”

“Well, are we almost there?” Himiko huffs crossing her arms. 

Ochako pointedly ignores the girl so Himiko opts to pout and sit in silence when Ochako breaks it a few minutes later.

“We just got here miss impatient.”

Himiko sits up excitedly, her gaze darting around to notice they are in a random field. Ochako climbs out of the car her strawberry-printed sundress flowing in the wind before reaching into the backseat and pulling out a basket and a blanket. Ochako starts walking to the front of the car before turning and raising an eyebrow at Himiko.

“Are you coming or do I have to carry you out of the car too?”

“No, No! I’m coming!” flushed pink, Himiko scrambles out of the car brushing off her black skirt and pulling her oversized bomber jacket over her green shirt. 

Walking up beside Ochako, Himiko takes a moment to take in her surroundings. The car sits parked at the edge of a gently sloping hill, its grass a vivid shade of green. A sea of wildflowers blankets the hillside, their brilliant hues shimmering under the sun as if glowing beneath its intense light. A small patch of untouched grass rests alone at the very top, where the flowers thin out, swaying softly in the breeze—a quiet contrast to the vibrant bloom below.

“‘Chako-chan, this is…beautiful,” Himiko breathed out.

Ochako softly smiled at Himiko, “Yeah? You like it?”

“I love it…”

“Well then let's hurry up and get to the top,” Ochako giggles, grabs onto Himiko’s wrist, and starts running. Himiko lets out a loud laugh as she stumbles for the first few seconds before catching up and running alongside Ochako. The two girls laugh and giggle as they run up the hill, the flowers kiss at their ankles. They reach the top with soft giggles and gentle holds. Ochako stares a bit at Himiko before placing the basket on the floor. Ochako plops down on the ground and then tugs Himiko down with the hand holding her own.

Himiko ungracefully plops, letting out a small laugh as she does so.

“I’m glad you took me here. It's so peaceful. Beautiful,” Himiko leans slightly against Ochako’s shoulder gazing up at her as Ochako looks down. Ochako smiles and brushes a piece of hair from Himiko’s forehead. Her gaze drops down before flicking back up just as fast. Himiko bites her lip, slightly leaning in when Ochako clears her throat and leans back, turning her head away.

“I brought some food!”

Himiko blinked a few times, “Oh, yeah.”

Ochako grabs a few sandwiches and fruit and places them on the ground in front of them. The two girls eat in silence for a bit until Himiko brushes her hands off and leans back until she’s lying on her back. Ochako leans back against her hands and looks back at Himiko, prompting the blonde to look up at her.

“Why did you start playing? I feel like you don’t do a lot of interviews about that,” Himiko speaks up.

Ochako sighed and laid down next to Himiko, “I don’t really know how it started but once it did I kinda felt like I had to stick with it. My dad always played with me, just for fun, ya know?” Ochako breathes before continuing, “I guess I had some talent as a kid and they threw me into lessons until it bled their pockets dry. By that point, I was too deep into it and I knew that if I dedicated my whole life to it, I could make a career out of it and I don't know pay my parents back for everything.” 

Himiko is silent as Ochako spares a glance at her, “Sorry I was probably rambling and talking about needless things.”

Himiko immediately turns to face Ochako by shifting on her side, “No, I love hearing you talk about yourself. I could listen to you for hours.”

Ochakos face slightly turns pink before she shifts herself to face Himiko as well. She mutters out a small “Really?” 

Himiko bites her lip before nodding. Ochako scoots a little closer and reaches a hand out, her fingertips barely grazing Himiko’s forehead to nudge a piece of her bangs. Himiko grabs her hand to lace their fingers together. Himikos notices Ochako's eyes dipping down and then back up. Ochako took a deep breath with her eyes closed, opened them, and abruptly smashed their faces together. 

Himiko makes a slight squeak in surprise before cupping Ochako’s face and deepening the kiss. Himiko tilts her head and slides a hand into the other girl's hair gripping it as the kiss grows more passionate. Ochako lets out a sigh sliding a hand across Himiko’s shoulder before her entire body freezes up. Ochako quickly breaks the kiss and backs up, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. 

Himiko still caught in the moment slowly breathes out, opening her eyes, “That was–”

“Oh god. I am so sorry,” Ochako rushes out.

“wait, Ochako–” Himiko blinks trying to wrap her head around the newly developing situation.

Ochako sits up sliding a hand in her hair and tugging a little bit, “I didn’t– I don't even know,” She lets out a slight laugh, “That was an accident, oh god. I’m sorry Himiko.”

At her full name falling from the girl's mouth, Himiko feels her heart shatter and all that leaves her mouth is a small, “Oh.”

At this Ochako stops her rambling, clearing her throat and staring down at the bottom of the hill. Her arms go to wrap around themselves as the two sit in awkward silence. 

“Um, maybe we should go. I can drive you home,” Ochako breaks the silence.

“No, it’s fine. You can take me back to the tattoo shop,” Himiko speaks up, now standing.

“What, no? Himiko,” Ochako takes a step closer and reaches a hand out causing Himiko to take a step back in return and move her arm out of Ochako’s reach.

“No. Just, Dabi is probably there still,” Himiko sighs, “That’s where I want to go.”

“I’m sorry, Himi–”

“Don’t. It's whatever.” Himiko grumbles as she starts walking down the hill.

“Himiko wait. That’s not how I meant it. I just never been with ya know,” she laughs, “It's just new, I don’t know. Can we–”

“Ochako, honestly I don’t care right now. Can we just go?” Himiko sighs.

Ochako walks behind Himiko in silence until the pair reach the car. 

“I just… can we talk? When you’re ready? I’m just, I don’t know,” Ochako pleads as she starts the car. 

“Sure, Ochako. Just not now I’ll let you know.”

Ochako nods and starts driving.

  🍒

There are a few weeks between the semifinals and finals in the Volleyball season, which Ochako spends grilling the rest of her team and ignoring a certain problem looming over her. From 6 am to 6 pm, the girls spend the day doing different drills and testing new techniques. Ochako being the main spiker and float server was paired with Mina, the newest addition to the team and their substitute setter. On the other side of the net was Jirou, the team's libero, receiving every serve or spike Ochako sent her way to improve her reaction time. 

The girls worked in tandem with their manager, Izuku Midoriya, tossing balls up in the air for Mina to set. Izuku’s hand smacks the side of the ball before he tosses it in Mina’s direction. The green-haired girl swiftly maneuvers her body to be right under it just as Ochako calls out “4, 4, 4” and sets it backward towards the brunette's direction. Ochako quickly approaches the ball, getting her feet under herself before slightly squatting, and then launching herself in the air. She cranks her right arm back as if she’s cocking an arrow, her left straight out as a guide. Her right arm cracks against the ball like a whip causing the ball to rip through the air aiming for right behind the 10-foot line. Jirou dives, her right arm stretched to the max as she flattens her hand. In the split second when the ball is about to hit the gym floor, Jirou’s hand slips under it popping the ball straight up perfectly for a possible bump. 

“Ah, that was amazing girls! I’m sure coach would say the same,” came Izuku’s cheerful voice. The three girls smile in his direction breathing heavily after their many rounds of different plays when a gruff voice cuts through the air.

“Don’t be spitting bullshit Izuku. Pinky, your set was a little off. Round face, your approach was sloppy. And Ears, I need you to plant your feet. No need to dive for every ball, get there,” their coach, Katsuki Bakugou snaps. 

“Unbunch your panties, that was good,” came Ochako’s reply, “Does it need to be cleaned up? Okay yeah, but it’s 5:30 and we’ve been going for hours.”

“Yeah yeah. You shitheads aren’t fucking horrible”

 “Kacchan, must you hide a compliment in an insult every time?” Izuku deadpans. 

“Shut the hell up, Izuku! I say what I want, I'm the coach!”

The group of girls laugh as the two guys argue like the married couple they are. The said group heads to the locker room to quickly freshen up before they all head to their respective places. Ochako pulls her shirt off to change when Yao-momo and Jirou pop up on each side of her. 

“You gonna go visit that tattoo shop again?” Jirou teases.

“Yeah, you’re going to see that blonde girl aren’t you?” Yao-momo adds on. The two girls crowd into the brunette's space nudging her until a pink tint dusts her cheeks. 

“Guys stop,” Ochako whines, covering her face with her hands after she finishes pulling her shirt off, “It’s not even like that. Well, I don’t know it's weird.” Ochako’s shoulders slump as she explains.

“What do you mean weird?” Jirou questions.

Ochako’s face flushes a dark pink, “You guys are gonna hate me.”

Jirou scoffs, “Try me.”

“I kissed her then freaked out then told it I didn’t mean it like that.”

The locker room becomes dead silent as all the girls stare back at Ochako’s steadily reddening face.

“You two…kissed? And you said it meant nothing?” Momo questions.

“Well, I didn’t say it meant nothing per se. I just kinda freaked?” Ochako explains.

The girls share glances just as Mina rounds the corner of the lockers already showered. The pink-haired girl is clad in jean shorts with a clunky belt and a tight cheetah print tank top, clicking on bracelets as she walks.

“So it’s just casual then? Like you experimenting or..?” Mina pipes in, her bracelets clinking as she waves her hand around.

“I-uh…” Ochako starts before Mina cuts her off again.

“I mean that’s pretty much what you’re giving. Or are you playing her?”

“No, no it’s not like that!” Ochako defends.

“Then what’s it like?” Momo pipes in.

Ochako sighs out before plopping on the bench and putting her head in her hands.

“I just don’t know. This is new to me,” Ochako sighs, “What if I don’t want her? What if I do? How am I supposed to know she feels the same?”

“Uh, the fact that she kissed you maybe?” Jirou speaks up.

“But what if she was going for something more casual?!”

 “Nothing about what you two do is casual!” Mina chimes in, “Ochako I love you but you’re killing me and probably killing her.”

“Just ask her out, officially. Like girlfriends.” Momo suggests, “The worst she can say is no.”

Ochako has the decency to sheepishly look away, “Okay, okay. I’ll ask her out. But! You have to let me think of something.”

“The words: ‘wanna go out’ work pretty well,” Mina comments to then receive a sweaty balled shirt thrown her way. 

  🍒

Ochako now showered and dressed in clean clothes, walks up to the infamous tattoo shop testing out different combinations of the same set of words strung together. 

“Hey, Himiko sorry for the confusion,” Ochako tries, “No that sounds like a business email.”

“Hi, sorry I’m a huge idiot, I’m in love with you,” she throws out, “maybe…could make her laugh.”

Now in front of the shop, she takes a deep breath and looks into the window to see an interesting sight. Some woman with straight black hair had her arm wrapped around Himiko’s back as she cleaned her station. The woman had her so close as she whispered something into her ear with a smirk resting on her lips. Himiko’s face was tinted a bright pink and her hands kept working at the task at hand. Her body was slightly leaned away, giving the impression of the girl feeling awkward.

Ochako blinks a few times and crosses her arms as she tries to get a better view. Stepping slightly closer she catches the black haired woman turning Himiko’s body towards her and pulling her in by the hips. The abrupt movement caused Himiko’s hands to rest against the other girl’s upper chest. 

Ochako decides enough is enough and scoffs before marching into the shop causing both girls to look in her direction. Himiko’s yellow eyes flashed with something that Ochako wasn’t sure of when they came in contact. Seeing nothing but red, the brunette stomped over to the pair before grabbing the other woman’s arm and yanking it off of Himiko’s waist. Ochako then grips the cream fabric of Himiko’s sweater before pulling her back into her chest, a protective arm looping around her middle.

“Keep your hands off her,” Ochako gritted out. 

 “Oh come on un-bunch yer panties. I was only playin’,” came the other woman’s voice, a thick southern drawl seeping through, “Plus lil Himiko here wasn’t saying nothing.”

The woman smirks at Himiko causing Ochako to look down at the girl who simply avoids her eyes. 

“I said,” Ochako spits out, a menacing smile gracing her features, “Keep your hands off or I’ll cut them off, got it?” 

The southern woman scoffs, mockingly raising her hands before walking out of the store; flipping both of them off. Ochako immediately turns Himiko around and brings both hands to her cheeks as her eyes frantically dart around. 

“Are you okay? She didn’t do anything, did she?” 

Himiko rolls her eyes pushing Ochako’s hands off of her. 

“Why do you even care?” 

Ochako sputtered, “What do you mean? Of course, I care!” 

“O,h bullshit.” Himiko spits out. 

“Why are you even—“

“You know I thought you of all people would be there for me so thank you for showing me who you are,” Himiko cuts Ochako off before walking off and waving dismissively. 

“Wait Himiko stop!” Ochako yells, walking to Himiko and grabbing her wrist to spin her around.

Himiko tries to pull her hand back but Ochako’s grip becomes tighter in retaliation. 

“Himiko please!”

“No! I’m done, Ochako! I’m not doing this again! ‘it’s casual’, What if I don’t want her?’ I won’t be someone you pull around, Ochako,” Himiko explodes all while trying to pull her hand away. 

“Himi, no, what? Who told you that?” Ochako asks, confused. 

“Oh now that’s rich,” Himiko laughs, “ I fucking heard you! I went to your damn practice to talk about the damn flower field where you kissed me then acted like I stabbed you in the stomach!”

“No, Himi! That’s all a misunderstanding!” 

Himiko lets out another disbelieving laugh, “I don’t give a shit. I really don’t.”

“I promise you heard wrong. Just let me—“ Ochako starts.

“I am done, Ochako. I won’t sit here and be played and hurt by someone I would—“

Ochako grabs Himiko by her shoulders, yanking her forward, crashing their lips together. Himiko makes a startled sound as Ochako just smushes their faces harder together. Himiko slightly falls into the kiss her hands coming to wrap around Ochako’s middle. At the last second Himiko grabs onto Ochako’s hips instead and pushes her back separating their lips to stare into Ochako’s pleading eyes.

“What do you even want Ochako,” was Himiko’s breathless reply. 

Ochako blinks back a few times, “I— I’m not sure. I just can’t lose you please.” 

Himiko groaned and rubbed her hand down her face.

“God, Ochako, I’m sick of this cat-and-mouse game. I’m sick of acting like I don’t want you just as much as I know you want me. I’m sick of imagining you every night. And god am I sick of acting like I don’t think you’re the sexiest woman on this planet,” Himiko rushes out, exasperated, “But I know what I heard in the locker room.”

“I swear to you it was a misunderstanding!” Ochako rushes out, “The girls were asking about you and I didn’t know what to say because I’m not even sure where we stand! And I know it’s my fault! But I promise I wasn’t trying to play you, Himiko.”

“Then what do you want, Ochako?” Himiko softly says. 

“You! God, I just want you!” Ochako exclaims, “I want to know what makes you tick, your hopes, your fears, everything!”

 The two stare back at each other, yellow meeting brown, as two chests heave up and down. Desperation clouded Ochako’s expression while Himiko stared back in shock. The silence seems to stretch for hours before Ochako breaks it. 

“Oh, fuck it,” Ochako mutters before crossing the small distance between them, reaching towards Himiko’s face and yanking her closer until their faces are mere millimeters apart. 

“Please, Himi,” Ochako softly whispers, her breath tickling the other girl's lips. The moment Himiko slightly nods, Ochako smashes their lips together.  A small yelp comes from Himiko before her left arm wraps around Ochako’s waist, the other cupping the back of her neck. Ochako hums into the kiss as a groan escapes Himiko and she pulls the brunette even closer, deepening the kiss. 

The two separate for a split second, a sharp gasp ringing through the air before colliding once more as they desperately grab onto each other. 

“I’m sorry for making you doubt me,” Ochako breathes against Himiko’s lips, each word separated with a kiss. 

“Just shut up and kiss me.” 

Himiko slides a hand into Ochako’s hair pulling on it to direct the kiss. Her other hand travels down her back until it gets low endings to grab Ochako’s ass and pull the girl impossibly closer. 

Tiny moans and quick inhalations of air fill the shop as the two grasp onto each other. Out of breath, Ochako pulls away, her chest rising and falling quickly. Craving any part that she can get, Himiko uses the hand in Ochako’s hair to pull at it, baring her neck. Himiko quickly leans into trail kisses down the column of her throat. The girl nips at the thin skin against Ochako’s neck while her hands explore the curves along her body. 

 A rather loud moan leaves Ochako’s mouth when Himiko bites a little harshly at the junction of her neck.  Ochako grips onto the blonde's shoulders causing her to look up before placing a kiss on her jawline. Keeping eye contact, Himiko slowly starts trailing wet kisses straight down her neck to her chest. Immersed in the feeling, Ochako closes her eyes letting out little noises of pleasure when Himiko bites down hard where her boob starts. The sharp pain causes the brunette's eyes to widen as a moan rips through her throat. She rolls her head back, biting her lip when she registers the floor-to-ceiling windows that they’ve been standing in front of. 

“Himi, oh my god, the…,” Ochako takes a deep breath, “the windows. You can, ah, see straight through them.” 

Himiko licks at the tiny bit of blood that seeps from the bite, “You wanted to put in a little show earlier, what if I wanna put on my own?”  Then she proceeds to pepper tiny kisses down Ochako’s slightly exposed chest without moving an inch.

“Ah, Himi, please. Just stop for a second. I don’t want people to, uh, see,” Ochako gasps out breathlessly, “God, woman, just take me to the back room and I'll let you do, hah, anything, please!” 

Ochako slides her hand into Himiko’s hair to pull her away from her neck. Ochako looks down at the slightly shorter woman, noticing her blown pupils and spit-covered swollen lips before smashing their lips together, disregarding her own pleas. 

Himiko moans out at the contact, stepping backward as she pulls Ochako with her towards the back room. Himiko bumps into a few walls, before pinning her against the hallway wall. 

“You don’t understand how bad I’ve wanted this,” Himiko breathlessly says, placing kisses everywhere. 

Instead of responding, Ochako nudges Himiko slightly off her, receiving a confused look before she pulls off her shirt. A loud groan claws its way out of Himiko’s throat as she comes back in and starts frantically kissing her. Himiko takes her time in pressing kisses down Ochako’s body, keeping hard eye contact as she makes her descent. Reaching the relatively new tattoo on her hip, Himiko gives it a bite before slowly licking over it– all while making intensive eye contact. Ochako pants heavily above her while her fingers swiftly un-does Himiko’s hair to rake her fingers through the soft hair. Just as Himiko reaches the girl's pants and sticks a finger in the waistband, Ochako quickly pulls her up pressing her lips to hers. 

“Take me to the room,” Ochako mutters as one arm draped over Himiko’s shoulder and the other has a tight grip on her sweater. 

Himiko giggles before placing more kisses on Ochako’s lips and leading the way blindly. Stumbling around a bit more the pair finally makes it to the back room. The blonde pulls away only to shove Ochako down onto the couch before straddling her. 

“God you’re so perfect,” Himiko breathlessly lets out, “I just wanna bite and claim every part of you.” 

She then dips down to press kisses into her neck once more. One hand cup presses into her neck with a tiny bit of pressure while the other gropes her chest. Ochako lets out a shaky exhale as she reaches down to slide her hands up Himiko’s skirt, squeezing the girl’s ass. Himiko moans out softly against her skin before grinding down into Ochako’s lap.

 Himiko groans as she leans back, getting a perfect view of Ocahko flushed pink under her in a red bra and unbuttoned pants before grabbing two handfuls of the girl's chest. The blonde leans over Ochako’s heaving figure, their lips a few centimeters apart, eyes half-lidded, “Red’s my favorite color, ya know. And holy shit ‘chako, I wanna paint you in it.”

Ochako gasps out at the proclamation as Himiko wastes no time and immediately starts kissing and biting into her chest, red marks blooming. The brunette slides her hands up Himiko’s sweater, tracing the sides of her slender waist, squeezing. Sliding a hand higher, her thumb grazes under Himiko’s bra, barely grazing the swell of her chest causing the blonde to let out a tiny moan, as she grinds down once more. Breathlessly the girls frantically put their hands wherever they can reach, moans and gasps of air filling the room. Himiko grinds down once more when Ochako lifts her easily and all but slams her down onto the couch, crawling over her. 

“‘Chako, wha–”

“Take your damn shirt off.”

The blonde lets a feral grin paint her face at Ochako’s command before yanking her sweater off. In this position, Himiko lays on her back with her legs spread so Ochako can fit right in between. All the movement caused Himiko’s skirt to flip up a tad bit, revealing her black underwear. 

“And to think that you didn’t want me, my god was I missing out,” Ochako breathes into Himiko’s abdomen as she plants kisses on every piece of skin. 

“ah, you were the one, please ‘Chako, who teased and toyed- ah!” Himiko’s words get cut off with a sharp moan when Ochako bites into the blonde's thigh, placing a kiss there afterward.

“I don’t need back talk. I need you to take what you’re given, can you do that?” Ochako spits out condescendingly. 

Himiko lets out another moan, “Yes, ma’am.”

Ochako grins, lowering herself to be face to face with Himiko’s crotch, separating her thighs even more. She places kisses and tiny bites along the inside of the blonde's thigh, as Himiko moans and wiggles in her hold. Himiko’s entire body is flushed a light pink as she lays there, thanking the universe for this Greek Goddess of a woman. Ochako hikes the girl’s legs up before licking a strip up the girl's underwear.

“Ah! Ochako, please!” Himiko moans out as her back arches and her hand darts out to grab at Ochako’s hair.

A short giggle left Ochako’s mouth before placing a soft kiss on the spot. 

“Now, I know I fucked up and hurt my poor Himi,” Ochako starts with a pout as she slowly peels Himiko’s black underwear down her thighs, a smug grin covering any real sympathy, “So, how about I give you a formal apology that we’ll both enjoy, hm?”