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sketchfanda · 27 days

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Kirishima’s Mystique:Price to Pay

Being a pro hero was never an easy line of work certainly and that wasn’t just taking into account the risks involved dealing with super crooks, nevermind homicidal villains and freakish genetic abominations. One of the biggest non-hazard issues had to the matter regarding collateral damage, many didn’t want to risk a repeat of the near fiasco that occurred for American pro hero Mr.Incredible after all. In his defence that guy he saved from committing suicide was being a petty ingrate but at least it was avoided, but all the same, it was an unspoken rule that you cause the wrong kind of damage! You’d better be ready to set it right.

For our resident hard headed redhead of course, he was seriously wishing he could turn back time and get out of such a situation he found himself in. Really who could blame the poor guy as he was currently bowing and kneeling low as one could before one very pissed off, swimsuit clad orange haired bombshell, apologising best he could but knowing it’d be in vain. After all you don’t go and trash an entire yacht belong to the one and only Ms.Nami, former international pirate and cat burglar, renowned cartographer and navigator and glamour model. No sir, Kirishima knew his goose was cooked and she was going to get her compensation one way or another.

it’d been a routine enough type of mission, pursuing a crook who was using their quirk for unlawful purposes with the chase having been taken right into a harbour. It’d been expected that there would be collateral, so of course a few old rusty tubs or a warehouse getting wrecked was fine but then the guy brought them right to where a high class quality luxury yacht had been docked. That was when it all went to hell when the owner herself returned to find her little ocean based home away from home severely damaged and messed up after he’d finished securing the renegade for capture. The moment Eijiro recognised her on sight and the livid beyond belief expression on her face, he knew he was fucked.

Kirishima:”Please miss, I know I said I’m sorry enough and I definitely can’t afford the repairs, but I promise you on my honour as a hero and a man to make it up to you!!”*The chivalrous himbo declared, swearing he’d do whatever it took to set things right with Nami, least enough she wouldn’t sue for everything he, UA and HPSCA was worth. She was a very influential woman with some potent connections snd economic influence that matched her quite boner inducing. Seriously she was sexy as hell even when angry, not that he’d say that out loud to her. He wasn’t Mineta after all and he was in deep hot water enough as is.*

Nami:*Her chestnut coloured eyes glaring at Kirishima with enough intensity to match a laser, she processed his words and thought them over. As pissed off as she was, she still had enough sense to see a good opportunity presenting itself when she saw it.*”So you’d be willing to do anything then? Alright musclehead, I think I have a way you can work off your debt…follow me…”*Snapping her fingers as she had the sturdy hero trailer after her inside to the inner decks of her yacht that hadn’t been wrecked. A mischievous twinkle in her eyes and a sly grin as she could feel the himbo try not to stare at her glorious backside and fail.*

Nami was sexy and she knew it, so nothing she enjoyed as much as money was having the attention of a man on her she had to say Kirishima was more than easy on the eyes. Feeling his own crimson red peepers glued to her swimsuit clad rear as she added a little sway and sashay, tempted to twerk and make those thing devouring booty cheeks clap. A bounce in her playful rep as her boobs jiggled before they soon came to the servants quarters, entering inside as she opened a closet and fished out a butler’s outfit and handed it to him. Making it clear she wanted him to strip and change into it as she decided he would work off his debt by catering to her on hand and foot for as long as need be until they were square and even.

When Eijiro began to do just that of course, Nami couldn’t help but feel herself getting tingly in all the right places as inches and acres of sculpted, training honed and carved muscle was revealed to her. Sensually licking her lips as he carefully laid out the uniform and stood clad in a pair of tight spat boxers which highlighted quite a well toned ass and felt her thighs become warm and sticky from the flow of arousal pouring forth from her snatch. He was certainly dashing in his hero outfit but seeing him near naked like this was reminding Nami how bad a dry spell she had been having recently, now she was staring to have a different idea in mind for how he could work off his debt to her. One that would scratch her itch and prove to be much more fun for the both of them as she walked up behind him, hugging his waist as her arms wrapped around it and she pressed her here,r against his back in a way she knew he would feel the weight of her soft, plump titties.

Nami:*Purring as she whispered into his ear sensually and seductively, her hot breath on his skin making him tingly as she caressed the crotch of his boxer shorts. Erotically biting her lip as she felt the raw size contained within.*”Mmm, you know on second thoughts, I think I have a better idea for how you can work and lay off your debts to me. One that I think is going to be much more fun for the both of us…..”*Emphasising her point as she slid her hand down the waistband of his spats, her palm and fingers now directly groping snd grasping his length and girth. Panting and gasping as she felt her arousal skyrocket at the idea of tastin snd feeling this slab of meat.*

Kirishima:”W-well, when you put it that way, can’t see a reason to say no….”*Hell given the choice between go knows how many days and weeks being a butler to cover the yacht’s repair costs vs indulging in Nami’s sudden sexual thirst? It was clear which was the better option as he turned his head to allow Nami to press her lips to his, their tongues dancing together with sloppy desire as the glamour model moaned wantonly. The sturdy stud moving to sit on the edge of the bed, their liplock breaking with a strand of saliva between them as Nami knelt on the floor and pulled down his boxers. Gasping with delight as his cock sprang forth, smacking and resting on her face as she breathed in his manly scent.*

Nami couldn’t help but drool as lust flowed within her eyes, an erotic blush in her smiling face as she relished the sight and feel of such a slab of meat before her. Grasping it in her hands as she began to stroke and jerk him off, feeling it’s pulse as it grew erect with desire and proceeded to plant licks and kisses from top to base. Sucking, kissing and licking his balls before commencing with fellatio as she outright suffocated herself on his shaft as her chestnut eyes looked up at her newfound sex friend with devotion and delight. His groans and gasps of pleasure music to her ears before she popped her mouth off of his length and girth, giggling at the adorable pout he made finding his drool soaked cock deprived of her oral pleasure.

Only for her to proceed to ambush him with her personal patented “Happiness Punch” as she unclamped her swimsuit top snd undid the binding strings of her thong, letting them fall off as she took delight in his reaction. A gobsmacked reaction that contrasted with his twitching, pulsing lubed up cock as the tangerine haired hottie gave a sultry moan and licked her lips while cupping snd jiggling her magnificent titties in her hands. Which she followed through with sandwiching his shaft between those twin mounds as she began to trope and jerk him off with a marshmallow massage as she gave him a titfuck. Licking, kissing and sucking what was exposed from the valley of her glorious cleavage as he pumped and thrusted his hips out of instinct and reflect as her tongue’s tastebuds were dazzled by the taste of his flowing pre.

Nami had thought things were going well so far but the next thing she knew, it was getting even better as she suddenly found herself on the bed, head and shoulders on the mattress as she clutched the bedsheets for dear life. Her deepthroated moans echoing through the room as Kirishima her torso at a 90 degree angle, her legs spread as Kirishima had returned the favour for her blowjob titfuck combo by eating her out as his tongue plunged snd probed the moist folds of her snatch. Drinking up the flow of her nectar as he showed he was as good at giving back what he got, setting Nami’s nerves ablaze with spine tingling, mind numbing pleasure and ecstasy before he suddenly ambushed by penetrating her with his length and girth. Her vision flashing white as she was hit with an intense orgasm from the sudden invasion, inches of womb hammering, pussy stretching meat sinking in until he has bottomed out balls deep.

It was then and then Nami found her world being rocked as Kirishima proceeded to fuck her in a piledriver position, working her like some erotic butter churn as he aimed to work off his debts to her. Howling and crying with sexual abandon and delight at how good this this modern day caveman was fucking her as he soon shifted her body into a mating press, pushing her legs until her ankles were in either side of her head while her arms draping around his powerful shoulders as her tits pressed snd rubbed against his firm pecs as their tongues dancing together in a sloppy open air dance. Hearts flowing in her eyes as orgasms rocked her body one after another, her stomach bulging from his length and girth as her womb pulsed with the growing need to receive his seed and have him knock her up with his babies. Her brain’s inner voice chanting to get pregnant, toes curling at the idea of this himbo making her go on maternity leave as those heavy balls smacked and slapped her jiggling asscheeks like thunder.

How she loved every second of it, the raw, primal mind numbing spine tingling pleasure as this absolute unit of an alpha male lived out the sexual fantasies and wet dreams of most when it came to Nami. Pink glowing hearts in her her eyes as she currently found herself pinned up against the wall, arms and kegs draped around Kirishima’s muscular tank of a body. His cock jackhammering away into her snatch’s inviting warmth as a growing puddle of juices rained down on the floor, deepthroated moans pouring forth from her luscious dicksucking lips as she felt him blow his load finally. Hot, white baby batter flowing into her womb as her brain registered with delight at the fact that Kirishima hasn’t started going soft and limp, his cock as stiff and erect as it was when they started meaning their fun wasn’t anywhere close to finishing.

Nami:”Aaahn! So good, harder!! Don’t stop fucking me you sexy himbo!”*The tangerine haired hottie hollered and cheered on as she currently rode Kirishima cowgirl style, her face wearing an expression of what could only be called a bitch in heat as she relished his gaze in her bouncing tits. His hands shifting between groping them, squeezing her juicy ass or just showering her body with sensual affection.*”Aaahn, you’ve cum 3 times already and haven’t pulled out once!! Keep it up!! Make me have to go on maternity leave with your hero baby!!”*Such lewd remarks came forth from her mouth as the sturdy stud not only worked off his debts but wound up winning Nami’s heart and body. Which only made her want him to fuck her all the more.*

The bombshell and her newfound sex friend couldn’t help but lose track of time, minutes passing into hours as Nami experienced first had the depth and level of Kirishima’s sexual skills and experience. Every variety of position snd relentless orgasm strengthening the growing bind of intimacy between them as the tangerine maned minx found herself developing a few favourite positions. From the raw primal bliss of getting plowed doggy style to the closeness of a seated lotus as their bodies glistened with the sheen perspiration. The sheets stained with their juices, the bed trashed which Nami just added to her sex machine’s tab as they kept fucking until the need to rest and sleep finally took them.

There Nami laid atop Kirishima’s sculpted form, purring as she nuzzled him while feeling safe in his strong arms. Basking in the afterglow as his semi-sated cock rested between her thighs, his excess seed flowing from her creampied pussy, dreaming sweet, erotic dreams of further rutting with this man. After such a bout of passion like that, Kirishima hadn’t just made strides in working off his debts. Oh no, Nami felt this fine fellow had earned himself a very special reward, one she was going to offer soon as the chance presented itself…..after another couple of rounds of course.

A few days to weeks after this newfound snd forged erotic friendship, Nami surprised a few select premium fans of hers with a sudden stream. Showing off her newly repaired, renovated and refurbished yacht as a chink of its price ahd come out of the pockets of the crook Kirishima had caught, all the while she performed this tour in another sexy swimsuit. A mischievous catlike grin on her face as she came to her hot tub, showing that she wasn’t alone as the camera showed Kirishima in the hot, steamy bubbling water with none other than Mina and Maya, the bubblegum coloured duo rocking sexy swimwear of their own as they were making out with their boyfriend. Yes indeed, Nami had come to learn about Kirishima’s unique little relationship with the acid maker and the shapeshifter, who were more than eager and happy to bring her into their personal circle of intimacy.

Just when Nami thought her newly made bond with Kirishima couldn’t get any better, the fact that he was such a beast in bed that he couldn’t be just a one woman man sweetened the pot. So of course where she was celebrating her one month anniversary in her new relationship by showing off her shared stud to her fans as she shot a wink and blew a kiss at the camera. Placing her phone close by so it could get a good view of the show as she graced the hot tub with her thicc, sexy self, straddling Kirishima’s lap as she added her own lips and tongue to mark the three way kiss a foursome. Upping the intimacy as the 3 bombshells removed their bikini tops, flashing their big juicy tits to their alpha male as Nami’s stream began making record number views and donation tips, especially from her simps…including s certain grape-head who yet again cursed the chivalrous himbo for his luck with women, the lucky bastard!!

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lovinkiri · 25 days

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More Than A Wild Cat, Chapter 3

Description: Sasha wakes up with a morning jog and finds herself in trouble shortly afterward. Things are getting out on control, and she knows exactly who to go to.

OC Credit: @jix-the-dragon

Art Credit: @.jabberwockyface

Sasha woke up the next morning with Hex and Hatasu, or “Mr. Ushiromiya”, lingering in her thoughts like unwelcome guests refusing to leave. Their encounter the previous day replayed in her mind like a broken record, each moment stained into her memory.

Despite her efforts to push them aside, especially any thoughts related to Hex, their presence couldn’t be ignored, ruining what could have been an otherwise peaceful morning for her. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of her stomach, it was a constant reminder of the danger that had followed those two agents into the school. With a heavy sigh, she resolved to confront the challenges they presented head-on and privately, knowing that she couldn't afford to let her guard down, even for a moment. Especially not with her friends involved.

While she didn't know Hatasu well, Hex was a familiar presence, though one she had always kept at arm's length. In their days at the commission, he had made numerous attempts to flirt his way into her favor, but Sasha had always denied his advances with a cool indifference. She had recognized early on that Hex was not to be underestimated; beneath his charming facade lay a dangerous unpredictability that made her wary of getting too close.

Sasha recalled a time when she and Hex were reluctantly paired together on missions due to their exceptional skills and how close in age they were among the other older, more experienced agents. While Sasha approached their assignments with a focus on efficiency, Hex seemed to revel in the chaos and unpredictability of their missions, often prolonging their missions for his own amusement.

Sasha found herself frequently at odds with Hex for his unnecessary violence and theatrics, preferring to complete their tasks quickly and with minimal collateral damage. Despite their differences in approach, they managed to navigate their partnership with a begrudging respect for each other's abilities, even if they didn't always see eye to eye. At least for a bit.

Sasha couldn't help but feel disgusted by Hex's preference for violence. While she approached her missions with a sense of duty, only resorting to force when absolutely necessary, Hex seemed to relish in the act of inflicting pain. His enjoyment of violence puzzled Sasha, leading her to wonder about his motivations and background. However, despite being the most self-absorbed person she knew, Hex remained tight-lipped about his personal history, leaving Sasha and others to guess about the origins of his darker habits. Despite her reservations about his methods, she begrudgingly acknowledged his effectiveness as an agent, though she couldn't shake the feeling of unease.

Reflecting on the situation, Sasha realized the reasoning behind pairing Hex with Hatasu. While Hex possessed raw talent and a penchant for chaos, Hatasu brought maturity and experience to the table. As an older and more seasoned agent, Hatasu likely had the skills and authority needed to keep Hex's impulsiveness in check and guide him toward more strategic and controlled actions. Sasha understood partnerships like that, recognizing that they often paired agents with complementary skills and temperaments for more effectiveness on missions. In this case, Hatasu's guidance could potentially temper Hex's volatile nature, making their partnership a formidable force in the field.

Though, from that incident with the knife, maybe even Hatasu struggled to keep Hex in line sometimes.

Watching Eijirou sleep peacefully beside her, Sasha felt a pang of concern creep into her thoughts. She wished to shield her loved ones from her past life as an agent. She hadn’t even told them much about that life in the years she’d attended UA, but deep down, she knew it was wishful thinking. The commission's involvement was bound to disrupt their lives, especially with someone like Hex in the picture, the drama was far from over. She couldn't shake the feeling that her peaceful life was on borrowed time, and despite her best efforts to leave her past behind, it seemed determined to catch up with her, threatening to bring her loved ones down with her.

Gently caressing Eijirou's sleeping face, Sasha couldn't shake off the weight of guilt that settled in her chest. The peaceful expression on his face only amplified her feelings as she whispered softly, almost to herself, "What have I gotten you into?"

The question wasn’t just to Eijirou, but to everyone she cared about. At that moment, she couldn’t help but think about the consequences of her past and the potential dangers it posed to innocent people like Eijirou, her friends, and her family.

Then at that moment, Eijirou smiled in his sleep, leaning into her touch. Feeling a surge of warmth flood her heart at the sight of Eijirou's serene smile, Sasha's own lips curved upwards in response. In that moment, he had given her strength unknowingly.

Pushing aside the weight of guilt and worry that started to consume her, she made a silent promise. Instead of allowing herself to be overwhelmed by fear for her friends' safety, she would channel her emotions into determination. With renewed resolve, she promised to stand as their protector, shielding them from the dangers of her past. As she gazed at Eijirou's sleeping form, she knew that her love for him and her commitment to their shared future would help her to overcome anything ahead of them.

There was a sudden bang on the door. "Come one, lovebirds, get up!" Katsuki shouted from the other side of the door. Sasha jumped in surprise, her ears perking up, and Eijirou jumped awake. They could hear Denki whining from outside the door too about how tired he was.

With a groan, Eijirou rubbed his eyes, still half-asleep. Sasha shot the door a playful glare as she untangled herself from the warm sheets. "Alright, alright, we're up," she called back, her voice laced with amusement. As they roused themselves from their bed, Sasha couldn't help but laugh at Eijirou’s bed-head, his hair all over the place. Eijirou groaned softly, rubbing at his eyes which were hidden by the curtain of hair.

Reaching up, she began smoothing it back from his ruby eyes. He looked at her tiredly, but couldn’t fight off the smile that reached his face as soon as he saw hers. Any morning where he got to wake up to Sasha was a good morning.

"Mm, what time is it?" Eijirou's voice was barely above a whisper, his tone hoarse and tinged with sleepiness as he shifted closer to Sasha, his cheek resting against her shoulder. "Feels too early," he murmured, his affectionate gesture reminding Sasha of a cat, despite her being the one with the leopard quirk. Eijirou may have been picking up a few of her habits.

"Looks like we managed to annoy him enough to let us join his morning run," Sasha replied with a soft chuckle, her own smile mirroring the warmth of their embrace. "But I didn't expect it to be this early," she added, gently tapping her head against his, letting out a quiet yawn.

As they lingered in the room a bit longer, the sound of Katsuki's impatient knocks on the door echoed through the room again, as if to make sure they hadn’t fallen asleep. The way he saw it, they bothered him into taking them with him, so now, they would get up.

With a reluctant sigh, Sasha half-heartedly pulled herself from Eijirou's embrace, offering him a playful grin as she rose from the bed. "Guess we better get moving before he breaks the door down," she teased, her voice laced with affection as she extended a hand to help Eijirou to his feet.

“Or blow it up, knowing Bakugou.”

- Thirty Minutes Later -

The morning air was crisp, a refreshing contrast to the warmth that was beginning to spread throughout the campus as the sun peeked over the school buildings, casting long, stretching shadows across the ground. Denki, despite his complaints about the early hour, moved with a surprising amount of energy, occasionally darting ahead only to fall back with the group, his laughter breaking the serene quiet of the dawn. “I think I get why you do this now, Kachan,” He grinned, jogging backwards as he faced the rest of the group. “It’s pretty energizing!”

Katsuki, for the most part, led the group, his gaze fixed forward. Every now and then, he would throw a glance over his shoulder, ensuring no one lagged too far behind. Despite how he seemed annoyed to have them tagging along, it was obvious he was having fun too. “Watch where you’re going. I’m not warning you if I see you running into something.” They knew he was lying.

Sasha laughed softly, her senses now sharpened from the tranquility of the morning, taking in the sights and sounds with a deep appreciation. This gave her the opportunity to clear her head of everything that was stressing her out. She’d have to join Katsuki more often.

There was a certain peace in these early hours that she was enjoying, especially in such good company. Her strides were even and measured, her eyes occasionally drifting towards Eijirou, whose determination was obvious. He matched Katsuki's pace with a steadfast focus, as if trying to show the man that he could keep up with no problems.

She smiled softly at the thought. It was adorable how much Eijirou looked up to Katsuki. The loud blonde was an inspiration to Eijirou’s eyes, a testament of what a UA student should look like. She couldn’t help but agree, as she’d thought on many occasions that both Katsuki and Izuku would be amazingly talented agents.

The group's synchronization and the sound of their footsteps against the pavement created a kind of harmony that Sasha fell in love with. Birds chirped cheerfully from the trees, and the wind carried the fresh scent of morning dew and blooming flowers. It was in these peaceful, early hours that the worries of yesterday and the uncertainties of tomorrow seemed to fade away, leaving behind only the clarity and calm of the present moment.

Denki slowed down to jog beside Sasha, giving her a grin. “You seem pretty relaxed now,” He pointed out, reaching over and ruffling her hair affectionately, pulling another amused laugh from her as she swatted his hand away.

Sasha sighed in contentment. "I'm glad we annoyed Explosion Boy into doing this, this is fun," She smiled at him. He nudged her a little while grinning. "It is. It's good that you're having a good time. You've been off since yesterday, so I was kinda worried."

Sasha glanced at Denki, a hint of appreciation flickering in her eyes for his concern. "Yeah, I guess I have been a bit out of it," she admitted,shrugging her shoulders a little. "But this," she gestured around them to the stretching path, the rising sun, and their friends ahead, "this helps. It's nice to just... be in the moment, you know?"

Denki's grin softened into a more understanding smile. "I get it. We all need that escape sometimes. Just running like this, it's like we can leave all the heavy stuff behind, even if it's just for a little while."

Sasha's smile deepened, her gaze shifting forward to Eijirou and Katsuki, who were setting the pace. "Exactly. And having you guys around, it makes a huge difference. It's not just the running; it's who you're running with, right?"

"Couldn't agree more," Denki replied, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "We're a pretty awesome team, if I do say so myself."

They shared a laugh, grinning widely at each other. The moment was simple yet comforting. It was amazing how a morning run and a simple conversation between friends could change one’s outlook on the future.

As they continued to jog, Sasha felt a weight lifting from her shoulders. It was moments like these that reminded her of the life she fought to have, the life she would continue to fight for. The worries about the commission, about her past, they would always be a part of her, but so were these moments of joy and peace. Balancing between those worlds wasn't easy, but with friends like these by her side, Sasha felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Suddenly, she heard something, and it was quite familiar to her too. As soon as it hit her ears, they seemed to perk up. It was too quiet for the others to hear, but it was clear as day for her, bringing back memories she had worked hard to forget over the years.

That damn laugh.

Suddenly, she stopped jogging and stretched her arms up, smiling. The others stopped and looked at her, confused as to why she had suddenly stopped.

“Are you okay, babe?” Eijirou asked, walking closer to her and taking her hand in his. He didn’t know what was going on, but he knew Sasha well enough to know that something was wrong, despite the smile she gave them. If anything, the way her leopard spotted ears sat pointed at the top of her head was an indication that she was on alert, at the very least.

She nodded a little, gently squeezing his hand. “I’m okay, Eiji. I just need to be alone for a moment, if you guys don’t mind. I know it’s sudden, but..” She trailed off and gave him a reassuring squeeze, not wanting to worry him too much. “I’ll catch up. You know I’m fast enough.”

Eijirou looked at the other two guys, who both looked just as confused. Still, he didn’t want to bother her, so he nodded and let his hand slip from hers. “We’ll talk about what’s been bothering you eventually, right?” He desperately wanted answers, but he knew that Sasha would have already told him if it was that easy. There must have been some reason she was holding back.

She leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to his. It was a quick kiss, but he couldn’t help but chase her lips as she pulled away. Giggling, she gave him a small nod. “Of course, hun.” She reached up to run a hand through his hair before gently poking at his cheek.

He laughed softly before turning to Denki and Kastuki with a nod. Kastuki sighed deeply and sent her a half-hearted glare. “Take too long and we’ll come back to drag your ass along with us, house cat.” He said before turning to jog off, Eijirou and Denki quickly followed after as to not get left behind.

“Awe, don’t miss me too hard, Explosion Boy!” She called after him, her tone light and cheerful as she waved them away. She watched them go and stood there, waiting until they were out of sight.

Then, just like that, her whole demeanor seemed to switch. Her smile fell and all the joy left her gaze, leaving her without an ounce of emotion. “Come out. I know you’re here, and I don’t take kindly to stalkers.” She announced coldly, grimacing as the same sound she heard before hit her ears again, but louder.

Hex emerged from behind a nearby tree, still laughing. He stepped out with that unmistakable swagger, the same one that always grated on Sasha's nerves. His laughter faded into a smug grin as he stepped closer, hands casually tucked into the pockets of his jacket. "Wild Cat, always so perceptive. Miss me?"

Sasha's stance hardened, her eyes narrowing at the sight of him. Any trace of the cheerful, carefree girl from moments ago was gone, replaced by the formidable agent she once was. "Cut the crap, Hex. What are you doing here?"

He shrugged, a mock innocent look crossing his features. "Can't I check in on an old colleague? See how she's adapting to domestic life?"

She didn't miss the thinly veiled disdain in his tone. "You and I both know you're not here for a social call. Spit it out."

Hex's grin widened, and he finally pulled his hands from his pockets, holding up a small device. "I've come with a proposition. One that you can't refuse." His tone was light, but the threat was palpable.

Sasha's gaze dropped to the device, a flicker of recognition in her eyes before she looked back up at him. "I'm not interested in any 'propositions' you or the commission have."

"Ah, but this one involves information. Information about people you've been trying to find for a long time," Hex teased, clearly enjoying having the upper hand. “Your parents.”

Sasha's heart skipped a beat, her facade wavering for a split second. It was true; there was information she was looking for, information that was important to her. Though she had given up on avenging her parents, she still needed to know what happened to them.

"I thought that might get your attention. You want the info, you'll have to come with me. Simple as that."

She took a deep breath, fighting the urge to leap at him and snatch the device. It was exactly the kind of game Hex loved to play, dangling hope in front of her only to pull it away at the last second. But the chance, however slim, was too much to ignore.

Sasha looked in the direction her friends had gone, a silent promise to herself. I'll deal with Hex, get what I need, and then I'm done. For good. She turned back to him, her expression steely. "Fine. But if this is some kind of trick..."

Hex chuckled, stepping back, motioning for her to follow. "Would I lie to you, Wild Cat? Come on, we've got a bit of a journey ahead of us."

With one last glance behind her, Sasha followed, her mind racing with the possibilities of what Hex's information could lead to. She knew the risks of trusting him, of getting entangled with the commission's affairs again, but the reward—if it was true—was worth it. For now, she'd play his game, but on her terms.

As Sasha followed Hex through the dim light of dawn, her instincts were on high alert. She knew Hex's reputation for unpredictability all too well; every step they took together was measured, her senses tuned to any sign of hostility. The air between them was charged with an uneasy alliance, neither fully trusting the other yet.

They veered off the winding school paths, leaving the comforting familiarity of the school's vicinity. Sasha memorized their route with the precision of a seasoned tracker. She was acutely aware of the potential need to retrace her steps either to flee or to bring reinforcements. The silence that hung between them was heavy with unspoken suspicions.

Suddenly, Hex halted in a clearing, not too long from the school. She hoped they’d make it back before the boys went looking for her. He turned to face Sasha with a look that hid his next actions. "This is the place," he declared, a cryptic edge to his voice.

Sasha's eyes narrowed, scanning the environment. "What place? You've led me on a wild goose chase to nowhere."

Without warning, Hex's demeanor shifted from a suspicious blackmailer to an aggressor. There was a quiet ‘click’. The device he'd been carrying, which she thought was a flashdrive, was a weapon, a small blade came from the device and was aimed at Sasha. "Actually, it's the perfect spot for what I really need."

Instinct flared within Sasha, her body tensing for combat. "An ambush? Really, Hex? Did you think I wouldn't see this coming?" She scoffed, cracking her knuckles. Of course she was prepared for combat, especially when it came to Hex. Still, it was about her parents, so she had to give it a try.

Ah, well.

Hex's laugh, devoid of any warmth, filled the clearing. "Oh, I was counting on it. Makes the game more fun." Then he ran at her, swinging his blade wildly.

The fight was swift and brutal. Sasha, trained for moments exactly like this, engaged Hex with a ferocity that matched his own. They were both products of the same harsh training, equally matched in skill and cunning. The clearing became a dance floor of violence, each move countered with trained precision.

Hex was talented, that was for sure. She’d seen it time and time again while working with him, but he was a force to be reckoned with. A small knife like the one he held was something any average hero could dodge, but it wasn’t so easy when Hex was the one swinging it. What made him especially dangerous was his unpredictability. Hex didn’t think, he simply turned into a killing machine.

With a huge grin, he laughed even louder, more manically. He wasn’t upset by the fight Sasha was putting up, it seemed to only amuse him. “That’s what I’m talking about!” He said as he landed a cut across her wrist, causing her to growl. The sight of her blood caused his pupils to dilate as he looked at her in delight. “Nice to see the cat getting wild again!”

She scoffed, ducking under a particularly quick swing and clawing at his thigh, causing him to kneel in pain. “I am not just some wild cat for you or the commission to use for violence!” She declared, standing tall and glaring down at him.

But Sasha had something Hex lacked: a reason to fight beyond the thrill of the moment. Driven by her need to protect her new life and the people in it, her attacks were fueled by a determination that Hex couldn't match.

In the end, it was Hex who faltered, underestimating the power of Sasha's resolve. She delivered the final blow, a well-placed kick that sent him sprawling to the ground, the weapon flying from his grasp.

Breathing heavily, Sasha stood over him, the victor but not unscathed. "You should have known better than to try and fight me, Hex. You’ve never been able to beat me, you’re not smart enough."

Hex, wounded and defeated, could only smirk up at her. "Maybe so, but don't think this is over, Sasha. You're playing a bigger game than you realize." He lifted his hands in surrender. He knew better than to attack her unarmed. Sasha herself was always armed with her claws, after all.

Leaving Hex behind, Sasha retrieved the weapon-turned-device, now evidence of his actions. As she made her way back to the safety of her new life, her mind raced with the implications of Hex's attack. It was a stark reminder that her past would always be a shadow, threatening the peace she sought to build.

But with each step, her resolve hardened. She had faced one of her ghosts and emerged victorious, though she had a feeling this wouldn’t be her only fight with Hex. Whatever challenges lay ahead, Sasha knew she had the strength to meet them head-on. Hex's ambush had been meant to weaken her, but instead, it had only reinforced her determination.

As she looked up at the fully risen sun, she pulled her phone from her pocket. Thankfully, it hadn’t been damaged in their fight. But her relief faded when she realized what time it was. If she wanted to clean herself up and make it to class, she’d have to be quick.

Sasha groaned as she sprinted back toward the dorms, the adrenaline from the fight gradually fading away, leaving behind a throbbing pain in her wrist. She was glad she had managed to escape Hex's ambush relatively unscathed, save for a nasty cut on her wrist,which would serve as a reminder of the fight. The cut wasn’t too deep, it wouldn’t be needing medical attention, so Sasha's first thought was to conceal it.

She reached the dormitory just and her classmates were bussing about the lounge area. She was quick to quickly pass them, trying her best to hide her injury as she did, giving them a rushed greeting. They watched her with wide eyes, confused and wondering what the rush was.

As she pushed through the halls, intent on making a beeline for her room, she nearly collided with Eijirou, who was just stepping out. The look of surprise on his face quickly turned to concern as he took in her disheveled appearance.

"Sasha, I was looked for–..Are you okay? You look like you've been running. And... is that blood?" His eyes had caught the dark stain seeping through the fabric of her sleeve, a stark contrast against the light material.

Panicked, Sasha pulled her arm close, hiding it behind her back. "It's nothing, really. I just... Got myself in a dumb situation. I'm fine, Eiji, really." She smiled softly up at him, hiding how bad it hurt.

Eijirou's brow furrowed in concern, but he didn't press further, sensing her discomfort. "If you're sure... Just let me know if you need anything, okay?" He sighed softly, gently taking her wrist and bringing her arm forward to get a good look at it.

Sasha shook her head, offering him a strained smile. “No, I’m fine, love. Thank you, though.” She pecked his cheek before retreating to her room to change for class. Once inside, she quickly patched up the injury, wrapping it tightly to stem the bleeding. The physical pain was manageable, she’d been through worse.

With her injury concealed beneath a long-sleeved shirt, Sasha rejoined Eijirou, and together they headed to class. The halls were abuzz with the morning chatter of students, a stark contrast to the solitude of the battlefield she had just left behind. Katsuki and Denki joined them along the way, their conversation a mixture of banter and complaints about the early morning exercise.

Katsuki's gaze lingered on Sasha for a moment, sharp eyes noting the slight stiffness in her movements, but he said nothing. Denki was too caught up in retelling his valiant effort to keep up during the run, his animated gestures and expressions drawing laughter from the group.

The happiness in the moment, the laughter of her friends, felt like a cure to Sasha's nerves. She forced herself to engage, to laugh and joke, even as the weight of her encounter with Hex lay heavy on her heart.

That’s when Hatasu entered the classroom, silencing everyone. He and Sasha exchanged a brief look before he looked at the board, writing on it. “Good morning. I will take attendance, then we will immediately move into the lesson. Advanced Civilian Safety is an extremely important subject, I will continue to drill it into your heads until you understand.. Bakugou, Kaminari.” He gave the two a look. Denki scratched the back of his head nervously, Katsuki scoffing.

As the Hatasu began the lesson, Sasha's gaze drifted to the window, trying to figure out how she would bring this up to her friends without putting them in danger. Now that she was physically attacked, she figured she’d have to tell someone. She wasn’t an agent anymore, after all, she was a student. It was time to let a professional handle it now.

As the lesson drew to a close, Hatasu called out, ensuring his voice carried clearly over the chatter that began to fill the room. "Sasha, could you stay behind for a moment? I need to discuss your recent... lack of focus."

The request hung heavy in the air with an unspoken tension that didn't go unnoticed by her friends. Eijirou shot her a concerned look, which she answered with a reassuring nod, silently pleading with him not to worry. Katsuki and Denki exchanged glances, but didn’t question anything. She had been zoning out a lot during this lesson, which he strictly said was one of the most important lessons. It made sense she’d be called to stay behind.

Once the classroom had emptied, leaving Sasha alone with Hatasu, the atmosphere shifted. The teacher facade fell away, replaced by the stern demeanor of an agent well-versed in maintaining control.

"Sasha," Hatasu began, his voice losing its earlier warmth, "I apologize for Hex's... enthusiasm earlier today. He can be rather... direct in his methods. However, our position remains unchanged. The Commission requires your skills, and we would prefer to reintegrate you willingly."

Sasha's posture stiffened, her eyes narrowing as she met Hatasu's gaze. The mention of Hex's attack, so casually brushed off as enthusiasm, annoyed her. "And if I refuse? You'll send more of your agents after me? Threaten my friends?" Her voice was steady, but the underlying fury was present.

Hatasu sighed, rubbing his temples. "I would hate for it to come to that, Sasha. But we are prepared to take any measures necessary to ensure your cooperation. I admire your new life here, truly, I do. However, the Commission's needs surpass your own desires. You are too valuable an asset to simply... retire."

The threat was clear, and Sasha felt a cold dread settle in her stomach. The Commission was playing for keeps, willing to go to any lengths to drag her back. The safety of her friends, of Eijirou, was on the line.

For a moment, she considered her options, the urge to fight, to protect her newfound peace, warring with the realization of the danger her resistance posed to those she cared about.

Finally, she spoke, her voice low and measured. "I need time to think about your... proposal. I can't just abandon my life here, not without considering the consequences." She wasn’t actually going to think about it, of course she was going to fight it. But after that threat, she was going to play it safe.

Hatasu nodded, adjusting the golden watch on his wrist. "Very well, Sasha. Take your time. But remember, the Commission's patience has its limits. And while I personally prefer to avoid unnecessary violence, I will do what must be done for the greater good. I trust you'll make the right decision."

Not interested in hearing another word, she quickly left the room. Standing outside the room, she ran her fingers through her hair before a thought came to mind. She started walking down the halls, knowing exactly where she was going.

As soon as she reached the classroom, she knocked on the door before entering. Aizawa turned to her with a tired look, raising an eyebrow. “Sasha?” He questioned, crossing his arms.

“Hey, Mr. Aizawa,” She smiled and looked at the class of new faces. “You guys are in good hands. He’s the best.” She nodded at them before returning her gaze to Aizawa. “So… I need your help. It's serious.”

“Of course,” He sighed, standing straight. “Always something with you kids, isn’t there?” Still, he excused himself and stepped out of the classroom. No matter how many years passed, Sasha was his student.

No matter the time, he’d be there.

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