#ukai

"Fuck are these messages..." Y/N whispered to herself and placed her phone down, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Ukai smiled at the team and then turned, looking around the field, seeing the young woman sitting there in her thin summer dress which barely covered her plump thighs. His smile slowly morphed into an attractive smirk as he eyed her up and down. Excusing himself from the young men he walked towards her, his large, muscular physique catching her attention. 

"Well, well, look who it is..."

Raising his large fingers to his hair, he pulled off his headband, running them through his blonde locks before he fixed the headband on once again. He heaved a deep sigh as he slumped down beside her on the bleachers.

Y/N jumped at this. 

"So, you wanna do it right here?" Ukai suddenly asked. "Alright, strip little lady."

Y/N felt her cheeks burn in shock from his words, she snapped her head towards him. "What...!?"

He burst out laughing. "You're so fun to tease. Just kiddin', princess."

She bit the inside of her cheek when he said this.

"I'll just dismiss the guys, so meet me in the storeroom and we'll get started," he instructed her. 

"What's...our lesson gonna be?" she queried.

"Impatient are we?" he sneered. "We'll, it'll be on...how to arouse a guy..."

"A...arouse...?" she whispered.

He winked, the sweat from his neck slithered down his jugular and under his shirt. "You heard me the first time."

"Uh...okay..." she mumbled, looking over at Kenma who didn't show any interest in what was happening.

Hinata sat there, watching from afar, unable to hear what the two adults were talking about.

"See you soon, princess," Ukai said, hurrying off to his team again.

Y/N stood up, for a second she wanted to call out to Kenma and get his attention...but she stopped herself, deciding instead that it seemed a better idea to just go on with her plan of learning from her teachers before she attempted anything. 

Discretely, she made her way over to the average sized storerooms where it housed all the equipment for the teams and their sports. She kicked around a soccer ball, knocking it against a wall while she waited impatiently for Ukai to arrive so she could learn something new that day. Getting more and more annoyed by the minute, she leaned against a table nearby, tapping her foot on the floor until finally the older male entered.

He closed the door behind them and locked it, tossing the key around his neck, the jingling sound growing closer when he walked towards her.

Ukai placed his hands on either side of her onto the table, trapping her between himself and the object. His back was bent forward towards her, adjusting himself more to her height so his eyes were directly staring into her own.

"Now, I know I'm a little bit sweaty, but you've just gotta bear with me," he expressed with a small shrug of his shoulders.

"I don't really wanna smell though," she frowned.

He chuckled as he grabbed her chin with his fingers. "Too bad, little lady."

"Ugh."

"I have you all to myself for now," his smile deepened.

Then he retracted his hand and pulled away from her. 

"Okay! Let me tell you what men love that women can do to make them aroused," he began his lesson. "Obviously, you can just...go right in, I guess. You can touch his dick or whatever but that would probably be sexual assault rather than a seduction, since I'm sure you don't wanna go to jail for Kenma."

She shook her head.

"Good. Alright, so you're not gonna just grab his dick like a dumb cave man," he told her. "You're gonna put some thought behind where you touch him and specifically...how you touch him."

"I get it, but where do I touch a guy if I wanna make them aroused without making them uncomfortable?" she asked.

"You wanna start slow," he said. "Start basic."

"Uh..."

He groaned. "Touch me somewhere really normal. Somewhere you'd normally touch someone."

Y/N's eyes scanned over his body, thinking about places she could touch. She reached out and placed the tip of her finger on his hand.

Ukai bobbed his head up and down. "Exactly. His hand."

He moved next to her so their hands were close, on the edge of the table.

"This is what you'll do and trust me, men love this shit," he laughed. 

He gently hovered his large hand over her own, softly placing it on top of hers. Then, with ease, he leaned against her, their shoulders making contact. Whilst he did this, she could feel his fingers becoming intertwined with her own, moving so smoothly with skill that she didn't even realise it.

"Once you see they're okay with you touching their hand and leaning against them..." he explained to her. "You're gonna turn it up a notch slowly, so you're gonna continue with small touches every day to get them interested, curious...then...increase it..."

His hand suddenly rested on the small of her back slowly moving up-- painfully slow, it was as though he were tormenting her with his lazy movement, knowing it would drive her mad. 

Y/N started to understand the idea behind what Ukai was teaching her now. The point of this entire thing was to inspire a feeling towards her, attraction and arousal with the end goal being that the two would sleep together.

Once his large hand finally reached the back of her neck, she could feel his fingers moving up to the base of her skull, her hair moving when his fingers glinded over them. The sensation caused a jolt to rush down her body.

"Tell me how you're feeling..." he murmured softly in her ear.

"W...weird..." she choked out.

"That's good...that's good..." he said. "You see how it's working?"

"Mhm..."

"When you see they're fully into it...that's when you start working harder to make them aroused," he explained. 

He placed his other hand on her exposed thighs, slithering up and down, caressing her skin and approaching closer to the hem of her dress but only just slightly dipping the tips of his fingers under it. Nothing more.

She gulped.

"Especially...for men, it takes a few minutes to get hard, so...you're gonna help em' with that... Okay?" he instructed.

His slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her body.

"Uh--"

He placed his hands on her abdomen, one remaining in place and applying some pressure whilst the other one moved up to her breasts cupping it in his hand. A gasp left her lips when she felt the odd sensation she'd never felt before.

"I said, okay?" Ukai murmured gruffly.

His grip tightened on her breast and the pressure he was applying to her lower abdomen increased.

"Don't be a bad girl, princess..." he breathed. "Answer your tutor..."

A squeak left her lips and she bit down hard to stop herself from moaning.

"Answer me..."

"O-- okay! Okay...!" she answered finally, forcing the words out of her mouth.

"Oh...you're such a good girl..." Ukai chuckled, grinding against her rear which shocked for since it was so sudden.

His hand trailed further down and slid under her thin summerdress. The next sensation which coured through Y/N's body was an unexpected one and one she fell in love with, the sensation made her body melt. The Coach's fingers started touching her lower region through the fabric of her undergarments whilst his other hand fondled her breast.

"N-- agh...!" an uncontrollable moan left her lips-- sounding foreign to her ears.

"Hmm...you like that don't you?" he brushed his lips against her ear. "Wearing a dress like this...how could I keep my hands off of you?"

"U-- Ukai...!" she gasped out, her legs throbbing as he continued those motions. "I-- I..."

"You're not wearing a bra?" he chuckled deeply. "What a naughty woman you are."

Her head lulled back onto his sturdy shoulder, sighs escaping her lips freely and her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She felt herself coming closer and closer to something-- something she didn't quite know what really. Her stomach began forming a knot. He removed his hand from her breast and slithering it down to her lower abdomen, applying a good amount of pressure as his hand continued rubbing her. His own body pressed right up against her roughly, heavy breaths of air leaving his throbbing throat.

"Ah-- mm...n--" she stammered.

Her mind went black and just when she could feel the ecstacy creeping up on her, he released her completely. Stumbling forwards and almost losing her balance, she glanced back at him, a confused expression taking over her features.

"See, that's how you do it," Ukai said smugly, a smirk on his face. "You start off slow and slowly build it up. Like what I did."

She reached out and gripped onto his shirt with one of her hands, a nervous look on her face.

"Hmm?" he raised a brow then noticed she was rubbing her thighs together needily.

"Please...Mr Ukai...can you fuck me?" she asked genuinely.

His eyes widened at her sudden words.

"I feel...weird..." she breathed heavily.

For a moment he desperately wanted to tear off her clothes and give it to her but...he stopped himself. What she wanted from him wasn't his lesson to give to her yet. Every Professor involved in this had made a deal that they wouldn't go further with what they stated they would initially teach her. It didn't necessarily mean they weren't allowed to have sex with her, quite the contrary. But once one stated what they were going to teach her that specific lesson, they could not diverge from it.

Especially now. She wasn't ready yet for it, she still had a few more things she needed to learn until she reached the stage where she could ask for more intimate lessons.

"Please..."

"No," Ukai answered firmly.

"Huh-- but isn't that what I'm learning--" Y/N sputtered.

"You're not ready yet," he told her. "Think of it like...well, University. In order to take a specific course here, you have to complete the prerequisites. There's still a lot to teach you and you need to learn them. Because remember, this isn't just about learning how to have sex real good. It's about getting the guy you like. How can you get the guy to even get to the stage of having sex with you when you don't know how to do that?"

She sighed. "Fine..."

He paused and huffed. "But look."

She glanced up at him, letting go of his shirt.

"What you did just then, grabbing my shirt and...uh...saying that stuff," he rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to hide the red hue on his cheeks. "That's good. That's uh, really good stuff there. Good job."

She smiled. "Really? Thanks!"

"Now. It's your turn," he told her. "You try to make me aroused this time."

"Okay. I dunno if I'll be any good though..."

"Gotta warn you though. I'm a very focused guy and if I don't want to get hard, I won't."

"That doesn't make things any easier for me!"

He grabbed two chairs and placed them down next to each other. 

"So, say for example think I'm Kenma, right and you two are sitting down at your house and watching a movie together," he told her a scenario. "Try to arouse me."

The two sat down in the chairs in silence for a few minutes as Y/N gathered her thoughts and tried to plan out the best way to go about arousing him. 

She glanced over at him, and leaned in closer, her arm pressing against his own.

"Are you even enjoying the movie?" she asked, playing along with the scenario.

This confused Ukai for a moment but then he realised she was just trying to get a better scope of what to do in such a situation. He decided to play along.

"Nah, it's garbage," he replied.

Y/N glared at Ukai and whispered. "What kinda answer is that? If it's trash why're we even watching, Mr Ukai--"

He shrugged and whispered back. "I dunno, Kenma seems like the kind of guy to hate everything other than videogames."

She rolled her eyes and refocused herself.

"Oh uh-- I think there's something in your hair," she said, moving in closer to inspect his locks. 

Her breasts pressed right up against his arm, drawing his attention to them and the soft sensation on him. 

"Hmm...ah! Here, got it," she pretended to take something out of his hair, her fingers peeling back strands of hair to extract the object. 

Her knee rubbed against his outer thigh and she looked over to make sure he felt comfortable enough with the way she was touching him. Y/N was trying to imagine this was Kenma and how she would go about doing this if it were him sitting next to her.

She rested her hand on his arm and slowly moved it to his chest, feeling his really well-formed muscles beneath her fingers. Her finger grasped onto the orange jacket's zipper and painfully slowly drew it down...down...down...all the way till the end. The end rested very close to his crotch, since he was leaned back on the chair, the fabric extended downward more. This stopped her for a moment but she bit down hard on her lip, determined to arouse him. 

She completely unzipped the jacket, her hand brushing against his crotch.

"Sorry...I just thought...it's really hot in here," she murmured. "Don't you wanna take that jacket off?"

Ukai felt his heart pound.

She clumsily pulled the jacket down to his biceps, unable to get them down any further. It revealed his shoulders and the white v-necked t-shirt he wore underneath it which clung on tightly to his toned chest. Her eyes grew wide for a moment when she saw his fit body beneath that shirt of his.

Reaching out a hand, she placed it to his chest, she could feel his heart pounding rapidly against her. Despite his words from before and his smug demeanor, she realised that he really was just faking it all to seem cool to her.

Trailing her hand down, she reached his abdomen. Then, Ukai saw her leg arch over and hook onto his leg closest to her, drawing his legs further apart. Her other arm draped over his shoulders and she rested her head on her arm, smirking at him.

"Feeling a bit cooler?" Y/N asked softly, her hand which was exploring his torso slithered up to his collarbone, caressing the side of his neck-- the tips of her fingers brushing against his jawline. "Or..."

The smooth, fluent movements of her hand caused his adam's apple to throb violently.

She moved her hand back down, this time further until they reached his gym pants, playing with the two bits of fabric that were used to tighten the pants. 

"Do you want to take more off...?" she queried. "You're sweating quite a bit, Mr Ukai..."

He scoffed. "That's cause I was out in the hot sun all day with--"

Suddenly she got on top of him, her arms wrapping around his neck. She pressed her lower region down onto him, earning a short grunt of surprise from him.

His hands caressed the skin above her knees, slowly trailing up to her upper thighs, sneaking under her dress ever so slightly.

She started grinding on him, extremely determined to arouse him. 

If she could do this, then she could do anything. She could have Kenma...

Kenma...

Kenma...

Kenma...

"Agh-- hey!" he raised his voice, sweat forming on his forehead. "You're-- only supposed to touch, not full out--"

"Mr Ukai," she laughed. "I might be inexperienced, but even I know that a guy doesn't get hard just from some sensual touches to his arm."

He swallowed.

"I think...this's the best way..." she smiled mischievously. "And if you...fail and get hard then...I guess that just proves my point. Huh, Sir?"

His hands gripped on tightly to her thighs, doing his best to ignore the sensation of her body moving against him...rubbing...back and forth. The feeling of her breasts pressed right up to his chest. He glanced down and caught a clear view of her cleavage.

Her fingers played with the strands of his relatively long blonde locks of hair on the base of his skull, grabbing a chunk in her fist tightly all of a sudden. 

"Agh...!" he gasped in a low voice.

"You getting hard, Coach?" she giggled. 

"Hah..." he croaked. "No...I told you...I..."

"I think I'm gonna win..."

"No you're not--"

"Hmm?" she blinked innocently. "But...I feel something down here...that's really...really...big..."

His eyes widened and he realised he'd actually gotten hard.

Y/N jumped off of him and celebrated in excitement. "I think these lessons are actually working! I've never made a guy hard before! I feel like a different person completely-- maybe...maybe I can actually make Kenma like me..."

"Yeah, if he's got a dick, sure, I guess," he shrugged.

"Thank you so much for this lesson, I learned so much!" she thanked him and hurried towards the door.

"Uh-- wait, uh...Y/N could you just fuck-- help me out here?" Ukai asked, pointing at his lower region. "I'm kinda still--"

"Eh? No, I'm gonna be late for class, plus don't you remember what you said?" Y/N tossed her hair away from her face and winked at him.

Ukai stammered. "I know, but like, c'mon look just--"

"Bye!" she left, slamming the door shut and going on her merry way with some newfound confident bursting in her veins.

"She just left!?"

Ukai sat there and groaned. 

"Fuck...she was really good."

He stared down at his hand in annoyance.

"Well buddy, since she's not helping, time for you to help out here."

~~~

"Your...sister?" Tokoyami wondered if he had misheard on account of the wind up on the rooftop of Hawks' old agency.

"That's right," Hawks answered impassively.

"I...did not realize you had any siblings."

You chimed in, "Oh yeah you wouldn't have, he's embarrassed by me, so." Your tone was light, joking. At the very least, you seemed to share Hawks' nonchalance. That, and triangle markings to either side of each eye. Though, while Hawks' gave a natural 'winged' look, yours lingered at the outer bottom corners, giving your eyes a sort of perpetual sadness.

Even Hawks scoffed, his signature easy smile still tugging at his lips. "I didn't know either, up until several months ago. Her quirk's a lot like mine, but, she doesn't know how to use it."

It all clicked into place then. Tokoyami exhaled heavily, trying not to be too obvious with his disappointment. "That is why you have summoned me?"

Hawks shrugged. "You've been the one trying to get in touch, asking if there was anything you could do for me. Seriously appreciate it, Tsukuyomi, I couldn't trust this to anybody else!" He was already walking away, heading for the access door back down into the building. "Take care, you guys! Have fun!"

An uncomfortable silence settled after he left. Tokoyami had half a mind to follow and give Hawks a piece of his. Couldn't trust this to anybody else, what nonsense, just lip service to flatter him into not being outright insulted. Did he truly come off so desperate?

"So, uh, do I go with Tsukuyomi? Or Tokoyami? I'm not sure what the etiquette is with the hero name, thing."

Right. He had a charge now. "...whichever you are partial towards, I suppose." He sighed, spreading his arms as he resigned himself to his unexpected task. "Dark Shadow."

Your eyes widened as the dark entity erupted from Tokoyami's belly. The partly cloudy sky offered some relief from the late afternoon sun, allowing the quirk some independence as it curiously considered you.

"Wh-whoa..." Your face broke into a grin as you moved forward, facing the shadow head on as you matched its curiosity. "Is this like, an extension of you?"

"Hmph! No, he's just the one with the legs, I do all the work!" Dark Shadow corrected in a snarky tone.

You appeared alarmed, then outright delighted. "Oh wow! Sorry, I didn't realize! That's so cool. Are you a quirk or twins? What should I call you?"

The quirk seemed pleasantly surprised to be addressed directly, puffing up his ethereal feathers proudly. "I am cool. Kind of both. Dark Shadow."

"Nice to meet you, Shadow~"

As he watched you shake hands with his tittering quirk, Fumikage wondered why he felt so irked by how you seemed to get on better with his outgoing quirk than himself.

~~~

"Try again," Tokoyami sighed. By now, it had become a mantra. Overcoming a physical limitation was one thing; a mental block was much harder, and calling you a nervous flyer would be an understatement. This time, it was a sudden gust that made you panic and drop back to the roof. The time before that, the distant chime of a clock. Most other times? Nothing at all.

At some point you had gotten too close to the edge of the building while your untrained wings flapped erratically. When Dark Shadow retrieved you from a near drop, you admitted a fear of heights. But oh no, not a fear, 'just kinda nervous about being so high up.'

Tokoyami heaved another heavy sigh as you dropped again with a small shriek. He didn't intend for you to hear it, but, evidently, you did, judging by the way you sheepishly rubbed your head and pulled your wings in tight to your back.

"Maybe we, ah, call it a day. I'm sure you've got way more important stuff to do than watch me fall on my ass all night."

"Giving up?" He quipped dryly, and instantly regretted it when he saw the startled hurt on your face.

"I mean, you don't wanna be here, I don't really wanna do this, so, what's the point?"

It wasn't a real question, but he answered anyway. "Hawks requested that I assist in this matter, so-" The growing grimace on your face made him pause.

"I am really, truly sorry, I know you don't want to do this and Keigo probably tricked you into coming here so he could dump me on you and I am SO sorry for that." Your voice trembled as you pled forgiveness for your existence. "This isn't what I wanted either, yanno?"

"...I, don't know," he managed, put off by your emotions trying to lay themselves bare.

"I thought, when Keigo said it would be a flying lesson, it would be him?"

"...But, he can no longer fly."

"I know, I know, it was stupid, but I figured I can't either, he might just talk me through it a little? I don't... I'm not even sure I want to fly, I just thought he wanted to spend time with me?"

Tokoyami grew alert when the first sob hiccupped past your lips. "Are you alright?" It was a foolish question. Perhaps a callous one too, as it only made you cry harder, shaking your head.

"No, I, he's all that's left but I'm no use I'm a burden on him, or maybe just annoying, or nothing, I feel like nothing, and now I'm bothering you! And I get why no one wants to be around me but I don't want to be alone! I wake up sometimes and I think I might be a ghost because there's nobody to see me. It, fucking, I hate this!"

Tokoyami watched, stunned, as you sunk down, clumsily finding a seat on a slightly raised slab of cement, pawing around due to the tears blinding you. He hadn't been alone in over a decade. Sometimes he resented the lack of privacy, sure, but for the most part, Shadow's presence was a comfort, a constant, a dark nest for his soul.

To be alone, truly alone, was something he had trouble imagining. A frightful notion.

Discomfort filled the space between you, backed by the sound of sobs you tried so hard to repress. So, Fumikage attempted to at least shrink that space. You didn't react to the sound of approaching footsteps, though, you did seem to tense up when he took a seat beside you.

"Hawks can be quite inconsiderate. And it seems that in his lack of consideration for my time and your feelings, he has put us in a difficult position together." A hand shot to his crest, fidgeting until he plucked an unruly feather to brush aside. "That is to say, I do not hold any of this against you. Just so you know."

You glanced sidelong at him, leaving your tear stained cheeks to rest in your palms as the both of you sat in uncomfortable silence. Until, finally, you broke that silence by mumbling bitterly, "In disappointment we are perfectly matched."

Familiarity jabbed at Tokoyami, and he squinted at you. "... was that not a reference from Corpse Bride?"

Despite the sullen mood, you snorted. "It waaas," you admitted.

"...I always liked that movie."

"Wow, I never would have guessed that you enjoy Tim Burton."

He gave you a flat look, which you returned. Until the facade broke, and you were left giggling as you wiped your face, while Tokoyami allowed himself a subtle chuff of laughter. He stood, brushed off the seat of his trousers, and offered a hand.

"Enough of this charade. Allow me to escort you home."

~~~

Tokoyami instantly recognized the apartment as the one he had followed Hawks to once, along with Mineta and Midoriya. It was less bland than last time, now adorned with what he assumed were your own more personal touches. "Hawks let you make the place your own, I see."

"Hm? Oh, yeah, he even let me replace the furniture," you called from the kitchen, where you were putting on a kettle of water for tea.

"He didn't mind?"

"Nnno, why would he?"

"It's...his home?" Doubt reared its head.

You shrugged as you walked into the sitting room. "Not really. This is just some place the Commission gave him, he lives somewhere else. He let me have it to myself."

Tokoyami brushed aside his disappointment with a deep breath. "Ah. I see." Of course. He oughtn't be shocked by that sort of deception at this point.

Disappointment was promptly replaced with surprise when you called, "listen, I made chicken curry last night, I was just going to reheat that for dinner, you want some?"

"I, don't want to intrude," he stammered.

"No, really, it's no problem! I made a ton so I'd have meals through the week, and who knows if Keigo is going to drop by."

Your words returned to him then: I don't want to be alone.

The sympathetic part of him wanted to stay to provide the companionship you so desperately craved. The wicked, curious part of him ached to take advantage of this opportunity to learn more about Hawks. So, with all sides in agreement, he swept over to the couch to take a seat.

~~~

"Thank you for the meal." Fumikage nodded his head when you handed him a bowl.

You waved him off cheerfully. "Sorry it's just leftovers, I'd make something fresh if I had the energy for it. It's impressive how much training you hero types do, that was awwwful!"

An amused smirk tugged at his beak as Fumi dug in. "No need to be sorry, this is most palatable."

"And we're sure Shadow doesn't want some?"

"Kind though you are to offer, Dark Shadow lacks the biological systems to take nourishment as we can." He glanced up as you sat at the cushion across the table from him. "So, it's just you here?"

"Mostly, yeah. Keigo stops by to check in every week or so. I kinda want a pet, but I'm not sure how to ask." You tilted your head at him. "You know Keigo pretty well, does he like animals?"

"I am not entirely sure. He has never shown any particular aversion, however. He does not freely give personal details like that, honestly."

"Still, you know him better than I do."

Tokoyami silently considered you for a beat, then blurted, "so you really didn't know him until recently?"

You shrugged, wearing a smile that appeared blithe but he sensed was secretly uncomfortable. "I didn't know about him until recently. As far as I knew, I was an only child, and my father died before I was born. Then these sketchy guys show up, interrogate me and mom, and bam. Turns out I got a brother that mom like, basically sold to the government or something? After our dad was arrested? Crazy right?"

A sour feeling settled in Tokoyami's belly. A feeling that he had misjudged just how forthcoming you were compared to your brother, and thus dug too deep.

Then why wouldn't his damned tongue stop digging. "And, your mother?"

"...gone." There was ice beneath your attempt to sound nonchalant.

"I am sorry, for your loss."

You were quiet for a minute, taking a few bites. Before he could apologize again for his carelessness, you explained in a tense voice, "...I didn't lose her, she just left. Guess she figured I would be a burden if she tried to evacuate with me. So now I'm the albatross around Keigo's neck." You took another bite. Your cheerful tone returned, though now it was clear that your joking belied pain. "Better be careful, he's already trying to pass me off to you."

Tokoyami placed his chopsticks down on the half-eaten bowl of curry and rice. There was a subtle flash of fear in your eyes; fear of him heeding your warning, fleeing, leaving you back in that horrible, gnawing loneliness.

Instead, he spoke, though it took a moment to find the proper comforting words. "...when I first trained with Hawks, he told me that those who can fly, should. I think, Hawks, genuinely wants you to fly. Which is why he found you a tutor who can. Not because he wants to be rid of you; because he wants you to find the freedom that flight brings."

The candid encouragement blindsided you. So, again, you answered it with jest. "Ah...here I was hoping it would be a relief for him if we were both flightless birds."

"You're not flightless. You just need to develop confidence."

"And to get over my vertigo."

"Is it vertigo?" He asked pointedly.

You looked at him, considering the question a moment, before actually granting him a serious answer. "I dunno. I just prefer the feeling of my feet on your ground." How could you not, when the ground beneath your feet was the most reliable source of support in your life?

"Understandable. But it would be nice to be able to trust your wings as well. Next time, perhaps we will try somewhere less intimidating."

"Next time?"

"Well, yes." He watched you fidget nervously, before adding, "did you not want to?"

"I don't know," you admitted with a soft laugh. "I don't want to put you out. And it will probably take me a long time to actually get it, so, that could get frustrating."

"If you just don't want to, that's fine." You watched as Tokoyami took a pen from his pocket, and scrawled a series of digits on a napkin. "But, should you ever decide you'd like to try flying for yourself, then please-"