Relocating to a new blog

It had been stated like a joke but even the humor could not ease the jab that you felt in your chest. Some people are born without a soulmate but no one really knew why. That you could live with. The one that really worried you was having one but never finding them. The loneliness that those people felt were immeasurably deep. The far off center of a blackhole that swallowed up everything until they were spit back up a husk and longing. Some would fall to depression, physical illness or even addiction. There were times that it could be managed with medication and therapy but they would always have that one piece of them that could never be full.

In a dramatic display, Mic clapped his hands over his ears, “Heyyy stop that. My sensitive ears can’t take you saying something like that!”

“W-well sometimes it happens, you know?”

“What’s that, Listener? Sorry I can’t hear you right now, I’m trying to keep my ears from having an allergic reaction!”

“An allergic reaction?” you asked with mild amusement.

“Yeah! I’m allergic to hearing pretty things like you being down on themselves when they’re awesome!”

“I thought you said you couldn’t hear me?”

“I cAAAN’T”

Present Mic used that moment to unleash his Quirk. The force and power of his voice was enough to make the table shake and you were surprised that you didn’t hear the high pitched squeal from the microphone feedback. But this was his studio, and on more than one occasion he had let his Quirk free so not only had his crew spent a massive amount of time streamlining the equipment, Mic had spent even longer getting a fine enough control over his Quirk that he could drop it on the air and not be too much for his fans.

Experiencing the power behind his voice in person was a very different experience than listening to it over your earphones. On the broadcast it was always a little boost that got you a little extra pumped for the day. But the real thing was much more. There was still that familiar rush of excitement that usually came after one of his shouts but along with it was the tingles and prickles on your skin. The power of his voice ascended beyond just the single sense of your hearing. Face to face with him, it has crested over into the realm of the physical, the amplified waves of his voice brushing along the shape of you.

“Wow….” you uttered out in awe, “I’ve heard you use your Quirk a lot on your broadcasts but actually experiencing it in person is so different…”

A pleased grin was his immediate response, followed by a shrug of his leather clad shoulders, “Heh it’s pretty great, right? You should see me when I do karaoke.”

“Hmmmm…” you cup your chin in your hand, feigning deep thought, “I don’t know...I’m pretty good too. I could probably wash you.”

A flicker of mischief caught flame in his deep emerald eyes as a smirk unfolded on his lips. Those bright jewels stared deep into you, alluring like a warm pine forest that called you to wander between its trees. The intensity of his stare was enough to make your cheeks grow hot again, a fluster rising from Mic’s close attention on you.

“Ohohoho? A challenger, huh? I might have to take you up on that sometime! But for now, Listeners, that’s all the time we have for today. Thanks for tuning in and thanks to my gorgeous guest here for coming on the air with me tonight. See you guys on the flipside and GOOOD NIGHT!”

The powerful roil of his voice cascaded over you again, teasing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand at attention. You could feel your heart thumping out a quick staccato against your ribs and your breathing coming in soft pants. The blend of both adrenaline and anticipation making your head swim.

“That...that was so much fun.” you told him breathlessly.

The hero slouched back in his chair with a satisfied grin, shooting you an enthusiastic finger gun, “It was! That was one of my best airs yet! You were great, Listener!”

“Thanks…” you said bashfully, “I can’t believe I won that drawing to get on the air with you. You’re one of my favorite heroes!” that was when you rose from your chair, “I don’t want to be weird or anything but...could I maybe get a hug before I leave?”

Mic found everything about you in that moment adorable, “How can I refuse a face like that? C’mere!”

The voice hero was on you in an instant, folding you up into a tight hug. The embrace had your face nestled into his chest, the supple scent of leather flooding your nose pleasantly. For a few moments there was nothing but you and the warm embrace of your favorite hero. Then the next, a pleasant heat thrummed along your skin, slowly building until a light was swelling to send white spots dancing in your vision. Mic abruptly pushed you back so you were kept an arms length away, his hands still gripping your shoulders.

Corner to corner, the walls were washed in a cozy blend of amber and golden light that pulsed in time with your heartbeats. Present Mic was staring at you in wide-eyed awe, as if it was his first time ever truly seeing you. Stunned silence. Both of you almost didn’t even dare to breathe for fear of the entire scene being nothing more than a wild prank. The way everything was unfolding was like it was out of a book. You couldn’t even believe that it was real..

But the brilliant glow that radiated from your chests wasn’t the most enrapturing part. Magazines, books, art, music and all forms of media have tried and failed to adequately capture the emotional shift that twisted around two soulmates when they finally touched. Any attempt that you had ever seen or heard fell impossibly short. Like if someone thought they could capture the essence of the ocean with a single tablespoon of salt water. There weren't enough words in any spoken or written language that could possibly bring it to life. It wasn’t a “completion” as some liked to say. No it was an elevation, like you both had been lifted even higher beyond yourselves and could drown in eachother’s awe.

The feeling was intense and overwhelming, swallowing you up in a giddy high that also threatened to drown you completely. So many different corners of yourselves being tugged in opposite directions you both felt ready to burst. Time was not a concept either of you could grasp but at some point you became aware of the glow fading and your mind floating back to where it needs to be. When his own senses had fully returned, Mic was staring at you with wonder.

“I knew you’d be able to light up a whole room by yourself.”

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As it turns out, Mic was really damn good at karaoke. Which didn’t come as a surprise to you but you hadn’t quite expected him to be at the level he was. And naturally he knew so many American songs but he was particularly enthusiastic about the band Journey. If you’d had any doubts, the blonde hero quickly put them to rest with his emphatic performance of “Don’t Stop Believin’!”.

“Strangers waitin’

Up and down the boulevard!

Their shadows

Searchin’ in the night!

Streetlights, people

Livin’ just to find emotion

Hidin’ somewhere in the night!”

The harmony of the synths, guitar and keyboard melded together in a wave of 80s nostalgia only further enhanced by Mic’s vocals. Though there was plenty of space for Yamada to sit down (the space next to you was particularly missing him), he couldn’t contain his exuberance and was on his feet as soon as the song had started. You stopped swirling your cocktail when he turned abruptly to you, holding out a hand for you to take and gesturing for you to come join him. He offered a wide grin when you shook your head and demurred, embarrassment overflowing from every shift in your seat and fidget with your hands.

“Come on, baby!” he laughed into the microphone, taking your hand anyways, “Dance with me!”

Yamada left you no choice but to hastily abandon your alcohol on a table before he pulled you up to him. This wasn’t a song that was easy to dance to, but the pro hero was quickly satisfied when you would rock and sway to the beat, allowing him to occasionally twirl you while still holding your hand. While you were fighting through some of your embarrassment, Mic could feel his heart squeeze whenever you spun for him. Or whenever you laughed bashfully. Or when the lights hit your eyes just right. And they always seemed to be landing just right on you. When he had first seen you, he thought you were gorgeous but since the connection took hold, every move you made was its own visual symphony to him.

“Workin’ hard to get my fill

Everybody wants a thrill!

Payin’ anything to roll the dice

Just one more time!”

It was like a gamble for him everytime he dared to blink. Yamada had been convinced he would never find you, his soulmate, always doomed to feel that empty void that he tried to fill with music and sound. Drown out the voices of doubt and fear and they can’t really speak to you in the first place. Every blink or moment he dared to look away was one he worried you would be gone the moment he looked back. His gloved hand squeezed yours tightly.

“Some will win

Some will lose

Some were born to sing the blues!

Oh the movie never ends

It goes on and on, and on, and on!”

The pulse of the music had led you to roll yourself up in his arm, nestling against his chest perfectly. Hizashi’s heart stuttered again and this time, his voice wavered with it. The first time he had embraced you, his world had frozen in time as the soulmate bond took root between you two. But there in that sleek private karaoke room, you both were fully present and he was able to drink in every feeling. Holding you close, gravity felt more like a suggestion rather than a law. He could have floated there in your orbit, a swollen moon that beamed its light with glee until the sun grew cold.

When he held you that close, he could feel your hearts beating in time, falling away from their own rhythms to intertwine with one another. Every moment meshed up perfectly, puzzle pieces falling into place where they were always meant to be. Where you were always meant to be. Mic squeezed you tighter, as if he were worried you would slip away from him. He buried his face into your neck, inhaling deeply of the perfume you had spritzed on for the evening. The coarse hairs of his moustache whispered at your skin along with the tease of his hot breath.

“You make it hard for me to keep my head on straight, baby.” Hizashi told you in a low voice, pressing his mouth to your throat, “You’re so damn gorgeous.”

You turn your head so you can stare up into his enchanting emerald eyes, “Why would I want you to do that?” you asked him with a playful tone but the nervous quiver couldn’t quite be kept out of your voice.

The pro hero chuckled and nuzzled his face against you before pressing a sensuous kiss to your neck, “I can get pretty wild…”

“It’s part of your charm.” letting out a quiet sigh at the feel of his lips whispering along your skin.

The arm that held you squeezed tighter at your reply. It was a possessive gesture but you didn’t mind in the slightest. Hizashi reveled in the feel of your body relaxing against his, nearly melting against him. The first taste of your surrender to him was heavenly and far more perfect than he ever could have imagined. It suddenly dawned on him that he had no idea how he had gone so long without you, gone so long with that gaping hole in his chest that he didn’t even know just how big it had been.

And that had him filling with dread, the intrusive thought of you vanishing from his life forever, opening it’s cruel jaws and swallowing his heart. And that greedy bite would take away more than what he had, leaving his chest as nothing but a home for dust, cobwebs and memories of what could have been. But the two of you were soulmates and if he felt this way, Hizashi was sure that you must too. Right?

You turned your head to the side so you could meet his gaze and it was enough to knock the breath out of him. With the music of the karaoke still rolling, choired voices singing “Don’t stop believin’.” twisting until they were little more than an echoed backdrop to the scene. Calling your eyes a color was not enough to him and failed to capture even a spark of what he could see in their depths. There was a warmth to them, like a cup of hot coffee to hold close on a winter day, a comfort to cling to. And Hizashi knew that you were worth clinging to.

“Careful…” he told you in a low murmur, verdant green boring into you, “Make me fall too hard too quick and I may start to get jealous from others just looking at you.”

Any retort that hard started bubbling up on your lips was silenced abruptly by a kiss from him. It was a gesture that strayed far from innocent intentions but had yet to cross into the borders of intoxicating sexual desire. No this was a kiss muddled with a possessive need, butterflies churning in your gut and a fear that you would be taken away. This was a brush of hot coals to your nerves, a smoulder that could last for hours and it easily stoked the flames of your confidence. Hizashi’s intensity, passion and note of possessive nature made you feel wanted and attractive.

That was the kind of kiss that you could get behind.

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Hizashi’s personality was not the only bold and colorful thing about him. It wasn’t anything like a sprawling mansion but it was very spacious and had plenty of room to stretch out. The extra room allowed him the liberty to step away from more traditional Japanese furnishing that was designed to be both stylish and utilize the space as optimally as possible. And he had elected to have his home inspired from the american 60s retro look. Funky patterned wallpaper could be found as at least an accent wall in nearly every room. There was an abundance of fire engine reds, toasty oranges, deepened yellows that fell just shy of being called dark gold and plenty of accents of dark tan, creamy white and even black.

Even his refrigerator was that bright red and on it’s own it helped bring a lot of life to the kitchen. The living room even had a shag rug that was settled beneath the old coffee table. And you had noticed that Hizashi had more than a few lava lamps around the home, which seemed to suit him well. There was one wall in nearly every room barring the kitchen lavished with vinyl records, many of them in frames and there were many more posters of various bands in many different cultures. Some were even blazoned with the tell tale streak of sharpie marker, twisting into distinct autographs though you weren’t familiar with most of them.

“Wow.” you sighed in between bites of the savory unagi and steamed rice, “You are a man of many talents. If this is how you cook normally then you may have to throw me out yourself.”

Hizashi offered a large grin, delight dancing deep in those forest eyes, “It really gets me jazzed up that you like it!. I made it special for you!” the point of his chin settled into the palm of his hand, elbow propped up against the table, “And I’d never throw you out! You can stay forever.”

A moment of silence passed over you. Once you had watched some sort of gymnastic performance video clip on social media with a friend.. The set had been incredibly well executed, packed with hand springs, somersaults, rolls and flips with perfect accuracy. Almost. The gymnast had performed everything flawlessly until she fumbled her landing on the final somersault and staggered across the mat. She didn’t fall but the mistake pulled her victory out of her grasp. That performance was how Hizashi’s reply had felt. Every syllable and inflection was with perfect enthusiasm and inflection. Until the word ‘forever’. It landed just a little wrong, not a complete wipe out but enough that it had your brows knitting together for a moment.

You told yourself you were reading too much into it and set back to enjoying your food.

“We only just met a few weeks ago.” you laughed softly, “You aren’t sick of me yet?”

It had been told as a joke and as a way to push off some of the uncomfortable churning in your gut you had from just a few moments prior. But Hizashi took that question with the utmost seriousness. The mischief faded quickly, his blonde brows drawing together and his mouth twisting into a frown. While you didn’t know it, Mic felt a powerful pulse of anger in his chest at that joke. Who had made you feel like that? Who had gotten that thought into your pretty head that you could be anything other than a joy? He quickly reached out his hand and took your wrist in his grasp, pulling your arm towards him.

“Never.” he told you in a soft tone you were shocked he dipped down to.

Warm lips pressed soft kisses to your fingertips, not a single one left out on your hand. Hizashi’s mouth met your palm then, the hairs of his moustache tickling pleasantly against your skin. Warmth curled inside of your chest, wrapping around your heart in a way that made your breath hitch in your chest. His blonde hair was down tonight and he looked way more attractive, silken spun sunshine sweeping down his back and shoulders. It brushed against your knuckles as he guided your hand forward more so he could press his cheek into your warm palm.

All thoughts of the ominous comment of staying forever was swiftly blown away from you, scattered like dandelion seeds in a hard wind and carried off to take root somewhere else. Instead affection and tenderness grew inside of your chest, a pleasant sigh escaped you. Hizashi then peppered the sensitive skin of your inner wrist with fleeting kisses, lavishing the very pulse of your life with the swelling of his love that he had lost control over.

“You’re my soulmate.” he murmured to you, pressing his face even more against your hand, “And I will never get sick of you. Baby, you don’t seem to know just how amazing it was to find you.” Forest fern eyes squeezed shut as he clung to you, “When some of my friends started finding their soulmates, leaving me as one of the few I knew who hadn’t. I thought I’d never find mine. Or worse, I started to think maybe I just wouldn’t have one at all, that there really wasn’t a match for me or that I wasn’t good enough for one.”

“Mic…” you whispered softly, almost painfully as you drank up the worries and fears he was offering you.

“Please….” The ridge of his nose grazed along your skin as he turned his face just a little more into your hand. Those verdant eyes opened and flicked to the side before staring deeply into your own, “Hizashi…Call me Hizashi.”

You nodded breathlessly, feeling your heart skip in your chest. It was faster than you had expected but you weren’t upset. But across the table you had no idea what kind of storm was building inside of the pro hero. Since the connection the whispers of doubt and fears that you would be taken from him or that you wouldn’t feel the same way tormented him with increasing intensity with every day that passed. And when you obliged, letting his name fall from your lips, it was possibly one of the best sounds he’d ever heard. His name had never sounded better than when it graced your lips and tongue.

“I never thought I’d find you, angel. And I didn’t think I’d be lucky enough to have someone so gorgeous. Shit…Guess that’s why it scares me too. That somehow you’ll just be…gone. Like maybe the bond only attached in me and not in you-that does happen sometimes. Or something will take you away. Or someone.” Hizashi screwed his eyes shut against a tidal wave of memories and trauma from his hero work washing over him, “Do you know just how many villains and criminals are in this city? And not even the small time guys. They’d fuck you up. Someone could follow you home, even. Your lock isn’t very good and it could easily be picked and that could be the end of everything.”

Nausea slammed almost bodily into you, like you had been hit by a truck, “Hizashi….how do you know what kind of lock I have?”

Silence.

But this was more than just quiet. The room had become more than just the absence of sound in that moment. The vacuum of realization and fear had opened its gaping mouth to swallow up everything. You couldn’t even breathe as you stared at him and watched as he locked his gaze onto yours. Glimmering green darkened then, pulling a strangled gasp from you and a tug of your arm. The hero would not let go.

“H-how do you know that?” you asked again, louder this time and rising from your chair.

Hizashi rose with you, pulling his face away from your palm but still keeping a firm grip on your wrist, “You’re my soulmate. I had to make sure you stayed safe.”

It was a statement made as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. And to him it was. Naturally he had to see where you lived so he could keep an eye on crime in the area. And he had to see just how secure your home was and he had been frightfully disappointed when he found that the locks were pitiful and would hardly be able to keep out anyone who had basic lock picking skills.

“By following me?!” your voice rose in pitch, fear starting to sink its claws into you, “Are you crazy?! Let me go, I’m going home!”

“No.”

Hizashi’s voice was short and firm. It was a voice you would use more on an unruly child than someone you were dating. But the hero had to take charge. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to you and he wasn’t going to let you run from him to hide in that apartment that would never keep you safe. When you gave another tug on your arm, he responded with a pull of his own after stepping away from the table. Because of all the time he spent in the studio and broadcasting, it had been easy to forget that he was still a Pro hero who did field work. And that made him much stronger than you.

You were gathered up against his chest, both of his arms wrapping around you to keep you imprisoned against him. As you struggled to get free, you could feel his musculature again and feel that he wasn’t exerting all that much force to keep you restrained. The blonde noticed that you realized you wouldn’t be able to break free so instead you opened your mouth to let out a scream for help in the hopes of rescue. Despite the circumstances, Hizashi couldn’t help but give in to a temptation that appeared before him.

A hand tangled into your hair and pulled firmly, mixing your scream with a pained cry before he crushed his lips to yours. The kiss easily swallowed up any pleas for help that you had tried to release and soon his tongue was delving to explore you.. Even at a time like this, Mic made sure to lavish you with his best and most breath-taking touches, swallowing up your whimpers which shuddered down into moans before his ardor. He was persistent enough that your head grew fuzzy and the apartment spun dangerously around you. For a delirious moment, it was like he had kissed you passionately enough to make you dizzy.

“No one will hear you.” Hizashi told you breathlessly, “When I bought this house I made sure to have it equipped with soundproofing materials. With my Quirk I wanted to make it so I wouldn’t do much damage or wake up any neighbors.”

Your mouth felt desert dry, the surface of your tongue almost like sandpaper. When you swayed dangerously on your feet, the voice hero held you, keeping you steady and upright. Thinking in complete sentences became harder and harder as your head seemed to fill up with cotton.

“What did you,” you slurred out, “do to me?”

“Shhh, don’t fight it, angel.” a hand cradled the back of your head, “Just relax. Sleep….”

Every thought that could have taken flight turned to lead, dropping sharply out of your grasp. There was nothing that you could grab hold of to keep any one thought tethered to you. Soon everything was almost weightless. Drifting on a floating current of Hizashi’s hands, the world was fading away from you when he lifted you into his arms. The last thing you were aware of was his mouth pressing against yours in a final kiss.  

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It had never really been his style to sit in silence and think. That was an activity he had always left to Aizawa and then Hizashi would take the chance to disturb him as a form of amusement. But as he cradled your unconscious body in his arms, he found himself indulging in it and allowing every inch of you to entrance him. The shape of your mouth alone was bewitching, silently pleading with him to taste you or compose symphonies for him to pull from those delectable lips.

Hizashi tightened his hold on your frame before setting off towards the place he would be keeping you for a long time: his furnished basement.

This was where he had set up his room, the furthest down from his neighbors and also the very space he had invested the most into sound proofing. The hazards of his Quirk were already strong enough, but in a space he was more likely to have his own play time and partners? It was a guarantee that things would be much louder, particularly since Hizashi adored making his partners scream their pleasure.

When he set you down on the bed, he took a moment to study your prone form once more. Fingertips drew roadmaps along the edges of your body, carefully tracing every curve and bend for him to memorize. The column of your throat was an open invitation for him to kiss, to grab, to feel the flicker of your pulse beneath his hand. The steady rise and fall of your chest was a siren’s call and the swell of your thighs was a warm welcome back home. You were so fucking perfect.

“And all mine…” he said in a hoarse whisper, looping the length of shibari rope around your wrists before tying them to his headboard.

The drug he had fed you wouldn’t keep you completely unconscious for long, but it would be long enough to ensure you wouldn’t be running away from him. And long enough for him to move to the next step of his plan. A pack of ammonia smelling salts was waiting on his bedside table along with a small bottle filled with a pale blue liquid. Hizashi shifted so he was straddling your hips before opening the bottle and taking a small mouthful. The smelling salts had a strong enough stench to make his eyes water but they did the job that they needed to do and started rousing you from unconsciousness.

“Mmmm…Hiza….shi?” you murmured sleepily, eyes barely open and glazed over.

The warmth of your skin welcomed him gladly as he leaned over you, lowering his golden head until he captured your lips in another kiss. Your head would still be foggy, suspended in a state of consciousness but not fully coherent or alert. And it was that state that allowed him to plunge his tongue into your mouth and let the new concoction he held in his mouth flow down into yours.

“Good girl.” he whispered against your soft lips when you swallowed, “That’s my good girl.”

“Where am I?” came your quiet and lethargic voice.

Hizashi saw fit to answer you with another kiss feeding you another mouthful of the pale blue liquid. A moan curled around your tongue and in the back of your throat when he lingered, stealing more time to kiss you and to glide his hands along your torso. He damn near lost his control when he pulled back and you gave a sleepy whine in complaint.

“Safe.” the zipper on the front of your cute black dress winked at him temptingly, “With me.” Slowly, those dexterous fingers of his worked it down until the fabric of your dress was nothing but another stretch of cloth beneath you. Hizashi whistled lowly, “Damn babe…did you wear this for me?”

Even drowsy, you squirmed weakly in embarrassment, your skin growing warm quickly, “Yeah…..’Zashi? Wh-what’s hap-”

The question was cut short again, the hero slowly slipping another sip of his potion, the last little bit he had to give you. And just like before, you swallowed it, brows furrowed in confusion. Hizashi greedily soaked in the moment, knowing that eventually you were going to remember everything and he wanted to savor you soft, submissive and subdued beneath him. The sight of you, his perfect angel, tied to his bed and clad in an erotic lingerie ensemble with the prettiest lace had that possessive feeling in his chest tighten.

“Soul mate bonds are deepened after sex and intimate moments.” A single finger traced a path down your throat before dragging slowly along the edge of the bra cup before settling a hand over your breast to knead, “I’m going to make you love me.”

There was the tiniest flicker of understanding in your eyes as you soaked in what he said before you swallowed thickly, “What’d you make me drink?”

A soft smile crossed on his lips, his other hand giving a squeeze to your neglected breast. Heat rose up to your skin, like it had been called by his touch. And with the rising of that intense warmth came the sinking of your head, lolling back as you uttered out another soft moan. Hizashi felt his erection throb almost painfully in response.

“Something to help you.” came his almost comforting whisper, “An aphrodisiac. You’ll hate me but you’ll learn.” A tender kiss was pressed to the line of your jaw, “One day you’ll forgive me. Just like one day you’ll love me.”

Hizashi shifted so the length of his body was pressed against yours, nestling his still clothed erection against you, right between your legs. A frightened whimper was the reply you gave him before he crashed his mouth back down onto yours, hips rocking once against you in need. With the power of two different drugs coursing through your system, resistance was nothing more than the last embers of a dying fire trying to rekindle to flame.

No matter how much you squirmed or struggled, you were his and he wasn’t going to let you go. Present Mic had a taste of the nectar and heaven that the bond could have offered him and it was enough to have him drowning in it. Soulmates. It was a foundation that most built their fantasies on and dreamed away, waiting to be whisked away into their ideal romance. But too few ever really talked about the uglier side.