#night hide

College dorms were expensive. An underrated solution is obviously renting an apartment near the college. Although apartments are also very expensive. The summer before your freshman year at your university, you found an apartment that came preinstalled with a roommate. You were not a prude, so you obviously started by telling him he can bring people back, just let you know before, so you can leave or turn up your music. Your roommate actually was going to a different university on the other side of town. Despite being in different schools, you both had very similar complaints. 

 Your friendship with Shinso had started tentatively. You weren’t sure if he’d even want to be friends or if he just wanted you to do your dishes, pay your rent, and ignore him. It started with offering to get him something when you ordered food. He usually said yes and was particularly precise with what he wanted. You knew he was going to University to become a Pro Hero, so you understood he was likely on a strict diet. However, it was hard to remember all the details sometimes, so you usually ended up just handing him your phone. 

Then you started to pause the movie you were watching when he got home and asked what he wanted to watch. Shinso initially had told you he didn’t want to interrupt your movie but would relinquish under very little pressure. This is how a roommate movie night every week had started. 

 In a few months, you and Shinso were proper friends. You ate together and talked through just about everything with each other. You knew about his family back home. He even showed pictures of his little sister, who was just so adorable. He told you about his friends at college, some of whom he’d known since High School. He told you about how he couldn’t picture his life without becoming a hero. He didn’t ever give you specifics on his quirk. You didn’t really care, truthfully. 

 What you cared about were the clothes. 

 You wanted to be a designer, specifically for Pros. Shinso, while being your friend, was a beautiful opportunity for you. You've got to learn about all his bothersome pet peeves with his equipment. You learned from his mouth all the things he needed in a costume. He just didn’t know it. You wished you did know his quirk so you could design more specifically for him, but details didn’t stop you. You had so many versions of the same costume, all highlighting the silhouette of your roommate’s body. 

 You weren’t weird, in the perverted sense of the word; your entire career was based around bodies and fabric. If you didn’t notice the way your roommate was absolutely beautiful jacked, then you weren’t good at your job. You also might’ve enjoyed looking at him for more perverted reasons, too, but you doubted there was someone on this planet who would call you crazy for it. 

 Shinso became Hitoshi as your friendship blossomed. With the first two years of college under your belt,  you genuinely couldn’t imagine where you would be without him. You exhaled as the extraordinarily flexible woman told you to on the screen, muttered about Cat-Cow being good for the heart, something something. 

 “10 sets of doggy backshots,” you mocked her voice, jumping at the sound of Hitoshi’s running shoes. You startled out of position, sitting with your knees pulled up and arms crossed. You face the door of your apartment, watching him set his shoes on the rack. He looked at you with an amused smile. 

 “Hello, Hitoshi. I was just sitting on the floor, nothing else.” You tried to be nonchalant, faking a yawn. Hitoshi rolled his eyes, walking towards you. There was still a sheen of sweat across his face. His shirt had darkened under his arms and down his back. He squatted in front of you, looking at the screen. 

 “I’ve done yoga. You don’t need to be weird. It’s good for you, keeps you limber. They recommend it at my school.” Hitoshi replied, reaching out to sympathetically rub your knee. You flicked your leg up, jokingly trying to kick him. Hotshi’s hand flew out before you could get close to jabbing him, catching your bare ankle. You both paused. Your mouth parted, looking to his face. He dropped your foot, giving you an almost embarrassed smile. 

 “I guess they do teach you something at hero school. I assumed you all just sat around talking about your favorite boring salad.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood. Hitoshi’s smile transformed from embarrassed to actual amusement. 

 “They do have Salad 101. I took it in high school, though.” Hitoshi replied blankly. You raised a brow, sitting forward. 

 “Wait, seriously?” Hitoshi grinned, making you sigh. You fell too easily into his dry humor. 

 “No. There’s no Salad 101.” He muttered, giggling to himself as he stood up. Hitoshi walked into his bedroom, leaving the door open. You followed after him, leaning against the frame. 

 “I have a date later, at six.” You said, watching his hands fumble through his dresser. Hitoshi glanced up, looking at you through his sweaty purple hair. 

 “Okay. You plan on bringing them back?” He asked, pulling out a black shirt. He pushed his drawer closed, opening up the one under it. You scoffed, rolling your eyes. 

 “I wouldn’t tell you about it if I didn’t plan on it.” You answered. Hitoshi stood up, giving you the same amused look he had when he walked into the apartment. 

 “What!” He shook his head. 

 “Now I know why you were doing yoga,” Hitoshi said, stepping past you towards your shared bathroom. He closed the door behind himself, leaving you in his bedroom with your mouth hanging open. You rolled your eyes, closing your mouth. You left the doorway, leaning close to the bathroom door. 

 “Okay, well, you better be out of the apartment by seven! Cause he really likes it when I do yoga!” You yelled through the wooden door. You could hear Hitoshi chuckling. He cracked the door, poking his eyes over the edge. 

 “Okay.” He closed the door, and the water to the shower started running a few minutes later. You clenched your jaw, spinning to head towards your own bedroom. You need to start slapping him; he was too attractive for his own good. 

 Your date sucked. Point blank period. 

 He wasn’t funny. He was in college, yet still refused to try for anything. He told you to your face that he was paying other people to do his work for him. Which you didn’t understand at all because now he was paying for college twice? He even told you he didn’t really like the way you dressed. And who asked him? Honestly. The only saving grace you were holding for him was that he was hot. Just one night with this man and you’d never speak to him again. Yes, you took him home. Of course, Hitoshi was sitting on the couch watching TV in the tightest shirt known to mankind. You led your boytoy into the kitchen, showing him where he could leave his leftovers for the next hour. Hitoshi paused his show, joining you two in the kitchen. He leaned against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms over his chest. He definitely wasn’t flexing at all. The wink he sent you was completely normal. 

 “Hitoshi, it’s 7.” You said. 

 “Oh. Is it? I lost track of time.” Hitoshi muttered, moving his eyes to the man you brought home. He was currently reading the back of your cereal box, licking cereal out of his hand. You grimaced, choosing to ignore it. The man lifted his eyes from the box, freezing when he saw Hitoshi. You swear his eyes almost bulged out. 

 “Dude! You’re huge! You’re jacked to hell, who is this guy?” You stared at him, wishing you owned duct tape so you could just cover his mouth. Fuck it, what does he need his hands for? As a matter of fact, you only wanted him here for one thing anyway; gagging his mouth wouldn’t be too bad at all. He waved a hand in front of your face, dissipating your fantasy.

 “My roommate. He’s training to be a Pro, so yeah, he’s-” You glanced down at Hitoshi’s stomach, finding his shirt practically sprayed onto each ab. You sucked in a deep breath, rubbing your arm to comfort yourself. “Massive. Anyway, he was supposed to be gone by now, but- He’s bad at listening.” You finished, tearing your eyes from Hitoshi. With his image more recent in your mind, this guy looked like a wet noodle. You sometimes forgot the genuine massiveness of him; you watched him grow from built to jacked over two years, so it was a very gradual change to watch. 

 “I’m leaving soon, I just forgot. I wanted to be introduced, I wouldn’t want my friend’s boy toy to not meet their roommate. How’d you meet? At university?” Hitoshi asked, uncrossing his arms to press his hands into the kitchen counter edge. The man’s brain seemed to be too small to notice the word boytoy. Yours wasn’t, a glare following Hitoshi. 

 “University? Oh, you’re fancy! I thought you were at community college.” He said, turning to look at you as he dropped another handful of cereal into his mouth. You furrowed your brows. 

 “I told you I was at a fine arts school in town.” You replied, annoyance lacing your tone. The man shrugged. 

 “I just thought that was fancy talk for community college.” 

 “What do you think I’m studying?” You asked, knowing you had told him very explicitly your career path over dinner. The man shrugged. 

 “Like arts, dude. You’re at an art school?” He replied as if you were an idiot for even asking such a question. You pulled the cereal box from his hands, closing it and putting it back in its place. 

 “Get out of my house, now.” You said, gracing him with a much more gentle tone than you wanted to give him. The man paused, looking between you and Hitoshi. Hitoshi jutted his head towards the door. The man quickly turned away, speed walking out of your apartment. You sighed when the door slammed shut. 

 “You suck.” You muttered. Hitoshi scoffed. 

 “He was stupid. You need better.” Hitoshi replied, pulling an apple from the wire bowl next to him. You glared at him, pulling open the fridge. 

 “I wasn’t going to keep him; I already knew he was stupid during the date. I just wanted a little fun. Forgive me.” You snatched the man’s leftovers, tossing them in the trash can. Hitoshi sank his teeth into the apple’s flesh, crunching as he talked with his mouth full. 

 “Forgiven. Why do you always hang out with losers? What do you see in them?” You rolled your eyes, leaning against the sink across from him. The kitchen was small enough that with you both leaning and your legs stretched, you had to share foot space. You caged one of his house shoes between your bare feet, watching him take another bite. 

 “A hook-up, Hitoshi. While we’re on the topic, why don’t you bring anyone home?” You asked, rolling your eyes at him. Hitoshi paused, swallowing his bite. He looked up from his apple, staring at your face. 

 “I brought Denki home. You like him, he’s cool.” Hitoshi offered, looking back at his apple. You frowned. 

 “Did you have sex with him?” You further raised a brow at him. Hitoshi froze, dropping his hand with the apple to his side. 

 “No, why? What did he tell you?” You bugged your eyes out, a moment of pure silence passing between the two of you. 

“Whoa, okay. We need to unpack that answer.” You stared at Hitoshi. He rolled his eyes, shifting in his leaning position. 

“Once-” 

“I knew it!” You yelled, jabbing your finger at him. “You guys had a vibe about you, but everyone said I was crazy. I knew-” Hitoshi leaned forward, getting closer to your face. 

“If you would let me finish!” He yelled back, making you stop talking and lean back against the counter again. 

 “Once, right before freshman year of college, we slept together. However, afterwards we agreed that we didn’t really want to be together, so we stayed friends. It was more for science than anything else.” Hitoshi muttered, bringing his apple to his mouth again. You scoffed. 

“Was that before or after I moved in?” 

“Before,” Hitoshi stated immediately. You nodded. 

“You haven’t brought anyone home to hook up. Or even a date.” You reached forward, taking the apple from his hands. You sank your teeth into it, taking a bite before handing it back. Hitoshi paused for a moment, staring at the apple to think. 

“I don’t-” He sighed through his nose. “I don’t work the way you do. I don’t want to fuck strangers. I only feel that way towards people I know.” You hummed, chewing through the flesh of the apple. 

“Demi.” 

“Yeah. I have to know them well to even really feel attracted to them like that. Now romantically? I’m a whore. Attraction that way is like-” 

“Immediate?” Hitoshi hummed in agreement. You both nodded, understanding passing between you two. He held the apple out, passing it off to your hand. Like two people sharing a smoke in an alleyway. 

“What is it that you do want? If not a loser, that is.” Hitoshi asked as you handed the apple off to him. You shrugged. 

“It’s hard to explain.” You started, pinching your lips into a tight line. 

“Try me.” 

“It’s really weird and specific.” You tried again. 

“Just tell me.” You sighed through your nose. 

“Whatever. I want-” You paused, shifting your eyes to the floor to stare at the peel-and-stick pattern you both laid down. It was crooked, but you remembered the loud and genuine laugh Hitoshi let out when he realized. 

“I want someone to tell me what to do. I don’t want to decide what I’m eating for dinner. I want someone to decide what I’m doing on the weekend and what I’m wearing. With my obvious creative desires fulfilled, as my life is clothes, but I digress. I want someone to tell me what we’re trying that night and when. I want someone who tells me when I’m being too loud or too weird. I want someone who-” You slammed your mouth shut, realizing you almost told your roommate far too much information about your sexual fantasies. “Never mind.” 

Hitoshi set the finished apple core on the kitchen counter, glaring at you. 

“Finish.” You shook your head. 

“It’s sexual, you don’t want to know that.” You replied, laughing through your words with embarrassment. Hitoshi scoffed at you. 

“Who told you that?” You quieted, staring at Hitoshi curiously. 

“Me.” Hitoshi pointed, see. 

“Just say it,” Hitoshi whispered, jutting his chin to his shoulder like it was the color of your socks you were discussing. 

“I have to take the lead a lot when I hook up with people-” You started. 

“Yeah, you sleep with idiots. That’s a side effect.” Hitoshi stated blankly. You closed your mouth, turning your head away from him. You stared at the wall, shaking your head. 

“Okay, I’m done. Continue, please.” Hitoshi said, sounding genuine. You looked back at him, opening your mouth to speak again. 

“I have to ask them out. I plan the date. I plan the hookup. I tell them what to do. I dominate them because it’s so much easier to get what I want when I just tell them. I don’t want a relationship like that. I want someone who pursues me. Someone who just likes me. I want someone who takes over sex, and I don’t have to tell them what I want; they know. And they give it to me. I want someone who plans the date, picks out my outfit, takes me home, and doesn’t even let me think in bed. I don’t have to think through anything; I can just enjoy my night. That’s what I want.” You finished, feeling your shoulders lighten. It really did feel nice to get it off your chest. 

“You want someone to control you?” Hitoshi asked, a snarl hiking up his top lip. “You’re far too brilliant to let someone else control you day in day out.” You shook your head, squishing your lips to the side. 

“I don’t really want them to control me all the time. I want someone who knows me so well that I don’t need to make decisions because they can make them for me. I want someone who still sees me as a respected partner, but I don’t have to tell them what I want all the time. As for sex, control in the sense I don’t want to overthink it. I want to just enjoy myself and have them decide for me. Obviously, I get to veto what’s happening if I want, but I just don’t want to make decisions constantly.” You explained, hoping he finally understood. Hitoshi nodded, his eyes falling to the floor. 

“I understand.” You hummed, feeling a bit awkward now. 

“What do you want?” You returned the question, making Hitoshi lift his head. 

“Don’t know. Unrelated, do you know what my quirk is?” He tilted his head to the side, making you sputter in confusion. 

“No, you never told me.” You answer. Stupid fucking question, Hitoshi. He made a face at you, mocking your answer. 

“They write articles about me, maybe you read one.” He tried to explain his question. You shook your head. No, still stupid. 

“I can literally just talk to you. Why would I care about a random journalist talking about you?” You asked. Hitoshi glared at you. 

“Whatever. It’s very invasive, and people like to talk about it a lot. Kids were bullies, people were scared of me, blah blah, it’s all very boring background stuff.” Hitoshi said, sighing as if just talking about it bored him. 

“Oh fuck off, boring background stuff.” You rolled your eyes. “What is it?” He paused, thinking through whether he really wanted to tell you. 

“Mind control.” Your eyebrows shot up. You hummed. 

“That is, absolutely crazy. I didn’t even know that was a thing. How does it work?” You tilted your head to the side, staring at him with furrowed brows. He grumbled, standing up straight and crossing his arms over his chest. 

“If I ask someone a question after they answer, it grants me access into their mind, and I can make them do anything.” He explained, dropping his eyes. You glanced at the wall, thinking through any other lingering questions you might have. 

“Have you used it on me?” You asked. Hitoshi shook his head almost immediately. 

“No. I only use it during hero stuff. It’s invasive. I wouldn't use it on someone out of work.” You pushed yourself off the kitchen counter, standing in the living room area. 

“Have you ever thought about using it on me?” You stared at him with the kitchen bar between you both. He leaned over the countertop, intertwining his fingers together. 

“Yes. I wouldn’t without- I wouldn’t.” You squinted at him. 

“When did you want to use it?” 

“Which time?” You paused at Hitoshi’s words. You felt like your legs were going to fail under you. This was a lot of information to take in all at once.

“How many-” 

“I’ve lost track. It's usually just wanting to know how you think of me.” Hitoshi said, tacking on his explanation quickly after seeing the look on your face. 

“You don’t know?” Hitoshi slowly shook his head, his eyes flickering away from you. 

“I do, I just- have worries sometimes. Maybe I’m weirding you out. Maybe I’m reading things wrong. Maybe I’m scaring you-” 

“Hitoshi.” You stated, silencing him. He hung his head, staring at the pattern of the kitchen countertop. You walked back into the kitchen, running your hand up his arm to his shoulder. You buried your hand in his hair, pulling his head back. You made him look at you properly. 

“I love you. You’ve been my best friend for years. You’re not going to weird me out or scare me. Don’t worry about that.” You punctuated your sentence with a light rub on his back. He nodded. He didn’t return the comment, but you knew him well enough. It wasn’t an insult; his mouth just turned dry sometimes. You both sat in silence as your hand rubbed back and forth on his back.

You weren’t sure what he was thinking about, but you knew what you were. Mind control. Fascinating. How could you possibly let him tell you that's his quirk and not make him tell you more? You wanted to know the inner workings so bad. What were his limits? How many people? For how long? Can he change memories too? Has he ever used it in a kinky way? Why would you ask yourself that question about your roommate? Because he’s hot, duh. Right. 

“Would you use it on me?” You blurted out, making him raise a brow. 

“Are you asking hypothetically, or are you asking me to?” Hitoshi was calm. Of course he was. This wasn’t the first time he thought about using it on you. 

“Hypothetically.” 

“Not unless you asked me to.” 

“I’m asking you to.” Hitoshi’s eyebrows shot up at your answer, startled at the speed and bluntness with which you replied. 

“Are you sure?” He asked. You nodded, already getting a giddy feeling spurring in your chest. Hitoshi shook his head, pushing himself off the kitchen counter. He leaned into your face, pressing his thumb under your bottom lip. He pulled down, opening your mouth. 

“Are you sure?” He repeated. You felt a small grin pull at your lips. 

“Yes.” A warm fog washed over your mind. It quieted the constant train of thought that chugged and the odd song that kept repeating for a week straight. You felt like there was hot water dripping down your body, the fog reaching down to your fingers and legs. Your mind was quiet like drizzling rain on a water lily pond. You were calm, but not empty. You still felt your heart beating and still felt your brain thinking. It was soft, though, unlike usual. Your thoughts were gentle, and it wasn’t the usual rushing spiral. You raised your eyes to Hitoshi, feeling a delicate smile spread across your lips. You could hear his voice in your head. Your eyes dipped to his mouth, only to find it sealed shut. As you turned away from him, you understood. He told you to sit on the couch, but your body was moving on its own. You settled into the couch, turning your head towards him. He was still standing at the kitchen counter, watching you. Slowly, the warmth left you. It almost felt hesitant, like he was scared of what would happen afterwards. You let out a breath, glancing around at your position again. Hitoshi walked away from the kitchen, standing closer to you. 

“That was nice.” You muttered, still a little astonished. Hitoshi squinted at you. 

“That I didn’t force you to kill someone? Or something else villain-like?” He asked. You made a face, stupid question again. 

“The feeling. I liked it. I don’t know.” You clarified, feeling like you were a babbling idiot halfway through. Hitoshi snorted, walking around the coffee table to slump into the couch next to you. You stared at the show he left paused, ignoring the words and pictures. You mind was elsewhere. 

You wanted more. You wanted him to do it again. You wanted more of him. You probably did for a long time, but you knew for certain you wanted it now. You turned on the couch, sitting sideways and pulling your legs underneath you. Hitoshi startled at your sudden move, turning his head. 

“Toshi…” You whispered, feeling your attraction make you forget the sentence you had planned. Hitoshi sat up straight, shaking his head. 

“No, don’t Toshi me. I can’t handle it. Don’t say it, whatever it is.” Hitoshi said, closing his eyes so you couldn’t give him puppy eyes. You reached forward, turning his head to face you. 

“Toshi.” You repeated, solid this time. Hitoshi opened his eyes, staring at you. 

“What?” He said, pathetically. He knew he lost. Whatever you wanted, you were getting. You leaned forward, knocking your nose into his cheek. Hitoshi let out a small gasp, finally catching up. You nodded against him, lips hovering over his. Hitoshi tilted his chin up, brushing his lips against yours. It was hardly a kiss, more of an accidental tap. You couldn’t care less. You lurched forward, pulling him into a proper kiss. His hand found the back of your head, pushing you deeper into his mouth. A scattered moan left your chest. You broke the kiss just barely, a breath huffing out of Hitoshi’s mouth. 

“Toshi.” You whispered against his lips. He shook his head, meeting your lips again. He was gentle but needy. He was an odd combination of rushed and slow. He pushed your head against him roughly, his fingers pressing into your scalp. Yet his lips were soft and slow against yours. He was taking his time to savor it, but he couldn’t stand the idea of you pulling away. You threw your arm over the back of his neck, pulling him closer. You leaned backward, pulling him down with you. His other hand found the center of your shoulders, slowly easing you down onto the couch. He pulled himself between your legs. His hand slipped from your back, catching under your knee. Hitoshi tugged you closer by your leg, making you break the kiss with a moan. He pulled away, huffing and opening his eyes. He searched your face, taking in every centimeter. 

“Do it again.” You said. Hitoshi grinned, his teeth flashing in the light of the TV. 

“Why?” He muttered. 

“I want you to.” You answered. The familiar warmth washed over you, and your eyes rolled back. Your brain quieted, his fog taking over all the stresses and worries that plague every move you make. He pressed a slow kiss under your jaw as his control slowly spread throughout your entire body. Hitoshi pulled away from your kiss, giving you space to breathe. You watched him with lazy eyes, the only attraction floating behind your eyes. 

‘Take me to your room.’ His voice echoed in your head, mouth sealed. You pulled yourself off the couch, your hand sticking out for Hitoshi. He took it, following as you led him to your room. He sat on the edge of your bed, making you stop and stand in front of him. Your hands moved from your sides to the buttons running down your shirt. Your heart stuttered at the movement. His warmth slipped from your mind instantly. You groaned, hating how cold it was after every time he did that.  You lifted your eyes from your buttons, the fog clearing behind them. You glared at Hitoshi. 

“Is this what you want?” Hitoshi muttered, dipping his gaze to your barely unbuttoned shirt. You thought for a moment, thinking through your current feelings. You grinned, pushing another button out of its hole. Hitoshi sucked in a deep breath as your hands made quick work of your shirt buttons. 

“You’re quick,” Hitoshi muttered in astonishment. You dropped the ironed material from your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. You took a step closer to Hitoshi, his knees knocking into your hips. He spread his legs for you without comment. His hands found the sides of your thighs, rubbing them through the material of your pants. You held the back of his neck, tilting his head back to look up at you. 

“Ask me a question, Toshi.” You stated, making him simper. Hitoshi shook his head knowingly, giving you shit for liking it. You sighed impatiently, reaching for the button of your pants. Hitoshi tutted, pulling your hands away. 

“Is this what you want?” Hitoshi breathed. You leaned forward, lightly pressing your lips against his. Hitoshi chased after your lips as you pulled away, keeping his eyes slammed shut. 

“Yes.” The calm rain tapping the water lily petals was back. You smirked as his control made you take a step back from him. Your hands found the button of your pants again, pulling the zipper down. You kept your eyes on him as your hands pulled them down, moving on their own. Hitoshi closed his eyes. Your hands glided up your thighs. They ran up your abdomen to your chest, fingers gently finding your nipples. Hitoshi raised his lashes, gazing at you with such lust you felt your heart stutter. Your legs moved before your brain could follow the plan. Hitoshi spread his knees for you again, pulling you closer to him. He wrapped his arms around your hips, pressing his fingertips into the flesh of your ass. Your head tilted down, breath hovering over Hitoshi’s lips. You felt his control slip just slightly. His fog still coated you, but you felt your body return to your own power. You wasted no time in meeting his lips. He moaned at your ferocity. You pulled at his hair, tilting his head back. 

His fog washed over you again, taking complete control of you. He slowed your kiss, making your lips move with gentleness. You hummed in approval, enjoying whatever he wanted from you. His hands slipped from your hips, hooking underneath both your knees.  He pulled you from the floor, laying you on the bed next to him. Your mouth parted with a gasp at the speed at which he moved you. He refused to break your kiss, recapturing your lips. You huffed, too far past caring to be ashamed. Hitoshi pulled back, focusing on your body. You moved onto your stomach, crawling up the bed to your pillows. Hitoshi made you roll onto your back, staring at him. He stood at the bottom of the bed, pulling at the hem of his shirt. He pulled it over his head, flinging it to the floor. 

‘He’s massive. What the hell. How is it possible there’s still muscle hiding underneath his tight ass shirt?’ You thought, glancing up at his eyes. Hitoshi pressed his knee into the mattress, hovering over you on the bed. 

“You think I’m massive?” Hitoshi whispered, smiling knowingly at you. You felt your face warm, embarrassment making you turn your head away from him. Hitoshi clicked his tongue, your head turning back without him touching you. 

“Answer.” You felt your tongue in your mouth fall from his control, your speech regifted. 

“Maybe.” Hitoshi tilted his head, demanding a better answer. 

“Do you?” 

“Yes.” You answered, rolling your eyes. Hitoshi dipped his head under your chin, kissing your neck. You sighed heavenly, rolling your head against your soft pillows. Hitoshi’s control took over your hips, peeling them from the mattress. His fingers slipped under the band of your underwear, tugging them down. With your hips lifted, your underwear was discarded in seconds. 

When he returned to you in bed, his pants were off. His legs were just as fascinatingly built as his arms, but you had other plans. He pulled you into his lap, your ankles crossing behind his back with his control. He kissed you roughly, you both messily moaning into it. He licked at your mouth, your tongue meeting his through the fog in your mind. You tilted your head, deepening the kiss. 

Hitoshi pressed his hands under your thighs, pulling your hips up. He broke the kiss, letting you rest your head against his shoulder. He hung his head as he focused between your legs. He lined himself up with you, lifting his head again. The calm warmth washed away from you entirely. You whined, feeling like you might freeze now. You tugged him closer to you by his neck, trying to gain any friction you could. Hitoshi groaned, tilting his head from your hold. 

“You okay?” Hitoshi whispered against the shell of your ear. You huffed, pulling away from his shoulder. 

“Yes. Please, just-” You paused, glaring at Hitoshi. He rolled his eyes, pouting at your look. “Please, keep going.” Hitoshi nodded, a chill running up your spine followed. His voice echoed in your mind as your body slowly lowered onto his dick. You moaned, making him pause halfway through. His control flickered like he couldn’t hold onto it. You reached forward, digging your fingers into his shoulders. You tugged him closer and pressed your cheek into his hair. Hitoshi ran his hands up your back, sending a trail of goosebumps against your skin. He pressed his nose to your shoulder, breathing heavy against you. You lowered yourself further down onto him. Hitoshi squirmed, his hair brushing against your chin. You huffed as you finally welcomed his full length inside of you. Hitoshi whined against your chest. You felt full with him pressed to you. 

He wasn’t the first dick you ever had, but you’d be at peace if he was the last. Initially, you thought maybe this was a one-time thing, but you were unsure if you could give him up. He fit so perfectly inside of you, you were sure he was a cosmic gift. You slid your hand across the line of his shoulder, finding the back of his neck. You dug your hands into the hair there. You had to hold onto something to make sure this wasn’t heaven. Hitoshi tilted his head back, staring at you with his mouth parted. His eyes were blown so wide you were sure you could see stars. 

“Ready?” His voice huffed out. His fingers dug into your back.

“Yes.” You groaned, pulling on his hair as some kind of retaliation. It seemed to backfire on you, as he only moaned. His presence flooded your body again, coating every part of your brain. Hitoshi pressed his hands into your back as your hips moved on their own. He was tentative initially, making you drag your way up and then back down slowly. His tip ran down the sides of your warmth. Just as you felt him pull almost entirely from you, he pushed back into you. His length hit every part of you that always ended up untouched by your hookups. 

Your brain tended to run from you, especially during sex. You had to consider every possible problem in your life. You had to think about the levels of laundry in your hamper as a man slid through your folds. You had to think about your grocery list as someone lapped at your nipples. There was just something about the intimacy that made your mind pull up any mundane thought. It constantly pulled you from the moment. You’d end up staring blankly at the person hovering over you as you considered what Hitoshi would want for dinner. 

But with him covering every part of you, all you could feel was the pleasure that was rocking over you. You didn’t focus on the number of thrusts or what song the pattern reminded you of. All you felt was Hitoshi moaning against your shoulder and the squeezing warmth pulling between your legs. Hitoshi stared at you as your head turned from his voice in your brain. You looked down at him, watching his face as he pushed in and out of you. 

He looked heavenly. You wanted this to be your view forever. His hair was pulled in odd directions, your hands and his sweat doing irreparable damage. His mouth was parted as he gasped over and over again every time you fully enveloped him again. His eyes were shining with unearthly pleasure, with his eyebrows pushed together. You doubted you looked anything more than blissed out. Your brain felt so perfectly quiet. Hitoshi’s hand drifted from your back, softly traveling over your side and down your stomach. His hand dipped between your legs, circling your clit. 

You gasped at the contact. You could feel his cock dragging your heartbeat closer together. His circles woke up a new part of your body, teaching you what it felt like to really crest heaven. You arched into him, tugging his head closer to your heart. You could feel your pleasure in some sort of physical form. You could feel it rolling out from your center and twirling around your legs. You were certain it was pressing Hitoshi closer to you. He pressed his mouth to your collar, wetly licking at it. Your hips were rolling together faster. Hitoshi pulled your skin into his mouth, sucking hard. 

You felt your muscles pulling in towards your center. Your legs wrapped around Hitoshi’s back, pulling him closer. You felt the precipice building up, your fingers digging into Hitoshi’s skin. This was typically where your brain went haywire, leading you down unneeded paths. Hitoshi pulled himself from your shoulder, looking at your eyes again. His hips were moving rapidly, chasing both your highs. 

“Toshi, please.” You whined. Hitoshi squeezed his eyes shut, his head dropping down. He watched the way you so easily took his full length, disappearing and reappearing so quickly. Hitoshi’s fingers started sloppily running over your clit, begging for your release. You finally felt your release crash into you. You dropped your head back, your spine arching into Hitoshi. His hands pressed into your back, supporting you as you moaned. Your legs squeeze around Hitoshi, like your body knows he’s the only person who could ever make you feel this way. Hitoshi pulls himself from you, your release pushing him to his limit. His cum spurts from his dick, coating your stomach. You don’t move from your arched position as you come down from your high. 

An outrageously loud knock against your front door pulls you both from the heat thick between you two. It makes Hitoshi jump so bad that his control slips from you. The cold room meets you again, coating your burning skin in ice. You whine and slide yourself closer to Hitoshi. His cock presses against your stomach as you hide your face in his neck. 

“Toshi.” You groan, so incredibly annoyed you didn’t even get to fully ride out your orgasm before he was pulling his heaven-sent quirk from you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Hitoshi rubbed your back in small circles. 

“Oh, I know, baby. ‘M sorry.” Hitoshi whispered back. He was cooing at you, gently pulling your head back. He stared at your face, brushing away a drop of sweat at your temple. You grinned at him, tipping forward to press your lips to his. 

Another loud knock made you groan. Hitoshi pulled away from your kiss, staring over your shoulder. How badly did he want to answer? 

“Hey, It’s Bryce! I think I left my leftovers in there!” Yelled the unforgettable voice of your boytoy. Hitoshi pulled back, staring at you with a questioning look. 

“Bryce?” You shrugged. 

“I didn’t even listen when he said his name.” You admitted, shaking your head. Hitoshi hummed. 

“Can you get it? Please.” You whined, puckering your lip out. Hitoshi shook his head. 

“It’s your boy toy, not mine.” He countered. You tilted your head to the side. Oh no. 

“Toshi, please.” You whispered, pressing into him. Hitoshi scoffed. He could see your look of pleasure as you whispered out his name again. You quirked a brow at the feeling of his dick waking up again against your stomach. The nickname already had so much power over him before you ever hooked up. You were never losing an argument after this again. Hitoshi glared at your look. He cradled the back of your head. Hitoshi turned, gently pressing you into the mattress. He reached behind himself, unhooking your legs from him. 

“I’ll just pop in and out!” Brad yelled from the door. Was it Brad? Hitoshi pressed a kiss to your cheek as he pulled away from you. You made a whiny noise, dragging your hand down his arm as he left the room. Hitoshi could see himself spending a week straight pulling orgasm after orgasm from you. How long had it been since someone made you feel the way he did? How much time did he have to make up for? 

“I’ll be quick!” Brent’s voice said, muffled by the locked door. Hitoshi tucked his hips behind the door as he peeled it open. He poked his head out and pressed his arm on the edge of the door frame. He did it for balance, definitely not to remind Blake how much muscle Hitoshi had over him. Boytoy grinned as the door opened. His smile fell as he saw Hitoshi poke his head out. 

“Oh, hey, man. I left my food in the fridge. Can I grab it?” He asked, pointing over Hitoshi’s mountainous shoulder. Hitoshi grimaced. 

“Yeah, we tossed that out.” He said, frowning at the man. He wasn’t really sad. Yet he didn’t want to be too much of an asshole to this guy. It wasn’t really his fault he was so stupid. 

“Oh, well, can I say bye or-” Hitoshi kissed his teeth. He bent his arm, scratching at his hair. He flexed before he dropped his hand back. Blane’s eyes dropped to the bulging muscle before they flicked back to Hitoshi’s face. 

“Sorry, we’re a little busy,” Hitoshi muttered before closing the door and relocking it. He didn’t waste time getting back to you. You had sat up and crossed your legs while he was gone. Hitoshi joined you on the bed, kissing the hickey he left. 

“You didn’t have to tell him we were busy. You could’ve said I went to bed. I think he got the message when you answered the door naked.” You grumbled. Hitoshi shook his head. He leaned closer to you, his nose brushing your cheek. 

“I think I did.” He muttered before meeting your lips. You sighed into his kiss, your hand coming up to hold onto the side of his face. Hitoshi regretfully pulled back just barely, a breath between the two of you. 

“Round 2?” He asked. You grinned against his mouth. 

“Yes.” The quiet rain washed over you, your brain going quiet. 

In two days, Hitoshi woke up early for his classes. When he went into the kitchen to make his morning smoothie, he found a Pro Hero suit design with his name on it hung on the fridge. Hitoshi grinned at it as he pulled out his strawberries.