‘Moving’ Into The Dorms

One of the favorite things about this ‘move’ into the dorms is that we don’t have a police tail everywhere we go anymore. Since the detail was no longer necessary. The police and our class need to believe that we are staying here like everyone else. Midoriya is the only one in our class who knows we are staying off campus. He doesn’t know of our alternate personas, though. We framed and hung a lot of our drawings on the wall to decorate, in case we host some of our classmates here, so it doesn’t look suspiciously empty. We have to make it seem like this is our primary residence. Also, it will be safer to keep our school uniforms and anything directly linked to our real identities out of our apartment in case we host anyone. I can imagine the terrible situation where someone stumbles upon her girls’ uniform, and she tells them that I like to dress up in a high school girl’s uniform and maybe make me dress up in front of them while Hanzo.

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That would be so embarrassing.

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Aya-chan sees me as we continue to personalize our room, and she squeals and hugs me, “Kai-chan, why are you making that face?” I cleared my throat, and I said, “Ahem! I just had an embarrassing thought about something that will never happen.” Aya-chan is fully locked in, and if she were a cat, she would be calibrating her butt with a few wiggles before she pounces on the reason why I feel so embarrassed. She asks, “So what is this something that will never happen?” I stammer and whisper, “S-s-someone s-stumbling upon your uniform in our apartment, and you t-telling people that I like to dress up. Then I t-thought of you making me dress up in front of those hypothetical people. That will never happen because we won’t leave shit there in the first place.” Aya-chan laughs hard.

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When she recovered from her fit of laughter, she said, “I would definitely love to see that, Kai-chan.” I pout, “P-please don’t make me dress up in front of others.” Her eyes fill with passionate desire, and she says in that sexy voice, “Don’t worry. It will be for my eyes only.” I get an immediate nosebleed from her words, and she pulls out a tissue from her tattoo while completely horny and amused. If she had a cat tail, it would be wagging playfully in amusement. She says as she pushes me on the queen-sized bed in our room, “I am going to need some of my Kai-chan before I do anymore unpacking.” She unbuttons my shirt and takes it off, and then reaches under my undershirt and grabs my breasts as she uses tentacles to take off my pants, all while our tongues dance in a passionate kiss.

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Her observation haki goes off, and she quickly covers me with a blanket, and she whistles. The pervert yells, “HA! It seems that weird candy wore off!” He says while drooling, “Don’t stop on my account.” Still feeling the pleasure of her lips, I teleport to her bag and grab one of those candies while wrapping the blanket around me for modesty. I teleport back to Aya-chan, and we teleport outside where the pervert is, and she binds him with her tentacles. He squirms and yells, “No! Not again! Please don’t make me have the runs again!” Aya-chan uses her free hands to open his mouth as she says, “Say ‘aaaaahh’, Mineta.” I pop the candy in his mouth, and Aya-chan says, “We are going to train you in how to act around women, whether you like it or not. Let this be your first official lesson. Don’t creep on or touch a woman without her consent.”

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Mineta says after he swallows the candy, “I can’t help it. Women are just so sexy.” Aya-chan sighs and pinches her nose bridge, “You fucking idiot. You realize we feel the same way, but you don’t see us spying on random women having sex using our quirks.” She pretends to think with nonverbal gestures and says, “What is that new celebrity’s name that is popular with the ladies… Furitake?” Mineta groans and says, “That asshole’s name is Fumiaki. I wish I were him so bad.” He cries tears of jealousy, and Aya-chan says, “Fumiaki! That was it! Well, in all of the images I saw of him with women, he never touched them. Those girls who talked with them said that Fumiaki said that, just because he is popular with the ladies, it doesn’t give him the right to touch them without their consent. I feel like most of his fans love his respect for women’s boundaries and giving women a safe space.”

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Mineta asks suspiciously, “Tsk. Why are you telling me this?” Aya-chan, a little annoyed at his density, has a vein pop on her forehead as she says, “If you learn what we are trying to teach you, then you just might be popular as well. You need to learn how to be a safe space, and right now you are the exact opposite.” Mineta looks confused, “How can I become a safe space?” Aya-chan says, “Start by not trying to spy on women and treat them like human beings worthy of respect. Not objects existing for your own pleasure.” Aya-chan then says in a threatening manner, “Now, if you objectify us or any other woman again, we will give you a terrible case of the runs. Do you understand?” He nods as he shivers in fear from her intimidation, and she tosses him down to the ground, where he throws his purple balls down to protect himself from the fall.

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We go back into the room, and Aya-chan says as we shut the balcony window, “You know what? That just gave me an idea.” I asked her, “What’s that?” She responds, “We can use Fumiaki and Hanzo to be social influencers and put out content to help guide boys into becoming real men who respect women. It would probably be more effective if we borrowed some popular heroes to help, like Mt. Lady, Miss Midnight, and Uwabami.” I nod and say, “That would be a great step in the right direction for your dream world, Aya-chan.” She smiles and squeezes me and says, “I love you so fucking much, Kai-chan.” I squeeze her back, “I love you so fucking much, too, Aya-chan. I will do anything to make your dream world come to fruition.”

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She purrs, and she undoes the blanket tied around my waist for modesty and says in that sexy voice, “Then I request the first thing you do is me.” I ask, “B-but what about finishing the room?” Aya-chan says, “We have all day to worry about that. Class doesn’t start until tomorrow.” She whispers in my ear, “I want you to make a penis like you used to and use armament on me. Use your clit for it.” I nod, completely flustered, and then she takes off her clothes while I finish removing mine, and we meet on the bed. I lick her between her legs to make her soaking wet for me. I stifle her moans with a band of my finger skin wrapped around her mouth. Once she is soaking wet, I elongate my clit downwards like I did last time, and I staddle her legs and bring our lady parts together while our upper bodies are apart.

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From our research into porn, this position is called ‘scissoring’. I put my stretched and enlarged clit-penis to her lips, and I accidentally let out a moan in pleasure as it pushes against the pressure of her lips and enters her. She muffles the rest of my moans with a tentacle. I stuff my entire clit inside of her, and just like last time, it feels so good. It feels better than using my penis as Hanzo. I don’t think I told Aya-chan that part, though. I start to pump my hips as does Aya-chan as we mesh our parts together in passion. I cum first from the intense pleasure I am receiving. I tongue Aya-chan’s tentacle that is muffling my moans, and near the end of my orgasm, she has one of her own, and she humps her hips on my clit-penis with intensity like a wild animal in heat as her breasts flop around wildly. I continue to focus on my armament and pump my hips into hers to push her through her orgasm as I get hypnotized by her breasts slightly jostling from our movements.

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When her orgasm is over, I retract my clit and plop down on the bed. Aya-chan uses her tentacles to turn me around so my face is on her stomach while I remain between her legs. I place my hands on her stomach, rest my chin on them, and look up at her beautiful, flushed, slightly sweaty face. I say in a breathy tone, “Do you want to go talk to Miss Hanako to arrange something for your project idea after we finish setting up our dorm? I feel like she would be a great place to start.” She moans in post-orgasmic pleasure and says, “Mmmmm. I love the sound of that, Kai-chan.” She uses a tentacle to grab a water bottle, and she rehydrates some. She offers the bottle to me after she takes a few sips, and I prop up on an elbow on the mattress and take a few sips, then pass the bottle back to her so she can put it back.

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I ask her while we lie in bed, “So, hey, Aya-chan, have I done something to upset Tsu? She is avoiding me, and I don’t know why.” Aya-chan sighs and says while placing a hand on her head, “I don’t think it is you. I think it might be my fault. She was vocal against us rescuing you since it was against the rules, so I think it must be about that.” I ask her, “Do you want to talk with her before we do anything else?” Aya-chan responds as she pets my hair, “Yeah, we can do that.” We stayed in bed for several minutes, cuddling while recovering from our orgasms, before getting up and visiting Tsu’s dorm room.

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We knock on Tsu’s door, and she has some plants and a zen waterfall that provides a pleasant ambience upon entering. She looks so depressed as she sits on her bed wrapped in her comforter, and she sees us, and she sighs and asks, “What brings you to my room, you two? Ribbit?” Aya-chan asks, “Can we talk, Tsu?” Tsu asks, “About?” Aya-chan then says while gesturing to her and us, “Kai-chan noticed you were being distant and thought you were upset with her.” Tsu gasps, and she hugs me and says with tears forming in her eyes, “I am upset, but definitely not at you, Sekai. I am sorry I made you feel that way.” I gently squeeze her back while sighing in relief, hearing that I didn’t do anything wrong. Tsu releases me from the hug and says, “I talked with the others when we first moved in, but it felt worse with you both since your feelings for each other are so passionate.”

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We all sit on her bed, and she says to Aya-chan, “You must have felt terrible after hearing me compare you to villains in the hospital when you were going to break the rules to save Sekai. How could I join in the fun when I said something like that about you saving your lover?” I felt weird hearing her say that, like my chest was tight. I clutch it, and she says to me, “I am so glad you are safe, Sekai, but they broke the rules to rescue you, and I feel conflicting feelings. I just felt alone, and when you were gone over the summer, these feelings kept getting more intense. Ribbit, ribbit.”

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As she says this, she starts to cry, and so do I and Aya-chan. Aya-chan says, “I am sorry to have made you feel that way, Tsu, but understand that sometimes being a hero is doing what you believe in. Sometimes, that means breaking the rules. Remember, slavery used to be legal, and freeing enslaved people was illegal. But you know what?” Tsu looks confused and asks, “What, ribbit?” Aya-chan continues with that warm smile that draws everyone in, “We are friends, and sometimes friends disagree, and that is ok.” Tsu asks, “So you really aren’t mad at me, ribbit?” Aya-chan shakes her head, “Why would I be? I want to protect the people I care about and will die before I let any harm come to them. That includes you, Tsu.”

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We all hugged Tsu, and she said, “Just please try to follow the rules from now on. I know it will be hard when it comes to Sekai.” Aya-chan says, “Oooo! I know what will liven up the mood. Why don’t we have a room contest later once we get our room set up?” Tsu chuckles through her tears, “You guys are late for that one. They had a contest a while ago, and Sato won because he made cake. Ribbit.” I chime in as my mouth waters a bit, “If he gave me cake, he would have gotten my vote, too.” Tsu looks depressed, “Yeah, I probably would have as well, but I sat the contest out back then. I only heard about it the next day.”

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We hugged her one last time and then went back to our room. Working together, it didn’t take long to finish the final touches to make it look like our space.

Once we were done, we changed into something that would look good on Fumiaki and Hanzo, transformed, and went to the modeling agency. Miss Hanako was in the middle of a photoshoot with Uwabami, wearing her snake and a designer bikini while striking sexy poses that made both Fu-chan and me blush. We sit in the back while Aya takes pictures of her and wait until they are done before approaching. She jumps when she notices us and says, “Damn, boys, you scared me. OH! While you are here, why don’t you join in? Will that bother you, Uwabami?” She shakes her head and says, “Not at all.”

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Miss Hanako runs and returns with some swim trunks for both of us, and we change in the dressing rooms here in this room. We come out, and we join Uwabami on set. Aya takes a few pictures and says, “You boys need to glisten some. Hanako, grab the spray bottle with oil.” She does, and she sprays both of us, and Fu-chan rubs the oil into me in a way that makes me blush. I feel like when we are here getting our pictures taken, I don’t do anything except react to Fu-chan. Clickclickclickclickclick! After she oils me up, Uwabami says flirtatiously, “Well, someone has to oil you now.” She starts oiling up Fu-chan, and I really don’t like that at all. Clickclickclickclickclickclick! Uwabami places her snake on me and says flirtatiously, “Do you not like me paying attention to Fumiaki?”

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I shake my head, and she smirks in amusement and wraps her snake around my neck and brings her lips close to mine seductively, and I hear lots more clicks. Fu-chan joins in and sits next to me, and pretends to go in to kiss my neck, while Uwabami is pretending to go in to kiss my lips, while still leaving space in between us. Clickclickclickclickclickclick!

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We continue to take lots of photos with Uwabami, and at the end, while we are throwing on robes for modesty, Hanako asks us, “Judging by how you two are still here, I assume that you need something, boys?” Fu-chan says, “Yeah, we had an idea on a project and wanted to run it by you.” Hanako perked up and asked, “What did you have in mind?” Uwabami, who was still here, lingered to see what ‘Fumiaki’ had to say.

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She goes through the idea and explains how she wants to create content that promotes positive masculinity in a feminist way to make Japan safer for women. Hanako smiles, “I love it! I love it! I love it! And we can have you boys wear our latest clothes for an advertisement as well, to promote our latest line! Would you be interested in joining that project, Uwabami?” She is sitting in a lounge chair while still in her robe, drinking juice, and says, “I would love to be a part of something like that. I am sure that other popular heroes who also get sexualized a lot will also be raring for the chance to be a part of this project.” Fu-chan flashes that warm smile of hers that looks handsome on her Fumiaki face, and she says in a flirtatious tone, “Great. I look forward to working with you.”

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Uwabami blushes and clears her throat and mumbles under her breath where no one could hear, “You boys almost have me ready to risk it all.” Fu-chan smirks and says, “I will text you later so you can have my phone number, Hanako. That way, you can reach out to me when you get things put together.” She shakes my hand, and we part ways. While we are disguised, we buy a phone to use for these aliases so there won’t be any link to our real personas. I feel like having a phone for my persona is a waste since I barely use the one I have to begin with, so Fu-chan only buys one that matches my blue eyes as Hanzo, so she wouldn’t get her phones confused with each other. Just because it feels like we have disposable income doesn’t mean I want to waste money on something I am not going to use.

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Fu-chan texted Hanako immediately so she wouldn’t forget, and then we went back to the dorms, where we ordered takeout so everyone could have what they wanted. We transformed back into our normal selves and changed into our regular clothes to avoid suspicion. Once we changed, we headed down to the common area downstairs.

We let our friends out in the common area so they could stretch their legs, and the rest of the class was shocked to see Garlic. Hagakure, who was waiting with us in the common area, asked, “Whoa, is that Garlic? He is huge!” Aya-chan chuckles, “Yeah, he is so strong now.” Tsu asks while gesturing to Squash, “Who is this one? I haven’t seen it before. Ribbit.” I introduced her, “She is our new friend, Squash. She loves to swim and also has a quirk that allows her to damage others with her psychic quirk, and she performs best in the water.” Tsu, completely intrigued by another friend who excels in aquatic environments, asks, “Why is she wearing headphones?” I pet her and say, “Well, due to her psychic quirk, she gets headaches often. So, we got her things to help relieve those headaches and prevent accidents.”

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The girls all melt and start quietly giving Squash attention to avoid aggravating her headache. Including twinkle toes. Twinkle toes whispers to her with a warm expression, “My quirk also disagrees with me. I hope that we can be good friends.” I tell them, “We need to make sure that she doesn’t get too much of a headache, because she may lose control of her quirk. Her quirk gets supercharged when she has a bad headache, so it will be very bad if that happens.” Sir Floof starts whining from lack of attention, so I start petting him. Hagakure says while petting Squash, “We will do our best to make sure she doesn’t get too bad a headache.” The other girls nod as Squash enjoys the pets, happily saying, “Psy!” The girls quietly squeal at her cuteness.

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The spiky bastard yells as he grabs food from a faculty member who collected our order at the gate, “Who ordered takeout?! Get your damn food!” Squash grabs her head at the noise that seems to seep through the headphones. Yaoyorozu says sternly at him, “There is no need for yelling. We have a new member of the class who is sensitive to loud noises.” She gestures to Squash, who is holding her head in pain, and the spiky bastard smacks his teeth, “Tsk. Whatever, like how the fuck was I supposed to know?” While they are having this exchange, I get our food and get our friends set up first, as we got into the routine of, and then we started eating our own food. Kaminari gets drawn in by the smell and asks, “What smells so good?” I say without missing a beat, “Our dinner, get your own and buzz off.”

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We could afford to get everyone dinner every night indefinitely, but that would be suspicious. So, we need to pretend like we aren’t rolling in yen. Instead, we should probably make more food while we are here rather than constantly getting takeout to improve our image as normal high school students. We don’t want to give any of our classmates the idea that we are wealthy because the ones who know my secret would probably learn of our transformation magic as well by putting things together. How are we going to handle things when Deonte gets here? We will definitely need to work out some schedule of sorts. I got it! We can eat breakfast at our apartment, lunch at school, dinner in the dorms, and maybe dessert in the evening when we return from Deonte. I will have to talk it over with Aya-chan when we are alone.

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After we ate, Tsu got the class to show us their dorms since we missed the contest they had a while ago. The nerd had a lot of All Might figurines and posters, which was no surprise. Bakugo had a surprisingly normal dorm. Mineta tried his best to behave, and his room had loads of sexy posters of heroes and lots of porn magazines under his mattress that were sticking out like he just used one. Ew. We quickly left his dorm and resumed the tour of our dorms. Everyone’s room was exactly how we expected, except Todoroki's, which had tatami mats instead of hardwood and a traditional Japanese design, and Sero's, which had a very cultured-looking dorm with some African-inspired design.

To be fair, we also showed them our room. Tsu looks around and says, “Wow, it actually doesn’t look like a sex den.” I blush furiously and gently bonk her, “You are just saying that to make me flustered, aren’t you, Tsu?” She sticks out her tongue playfully and pulls the skin under one eye to nonverbally say that she is. The rest of the class giggles, which makes me more flustered, and I pull my hoodie down, wanting to fade into the background. The best one that made me salivate was Sato’s, since he was making cake. If this were a contest, I would have voted for him, just like the girls did during the contest they held while we were gone.

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After the dorm tour and after snacking on Sato’s very delicious cake, we brushed our teeth in our pajamas in the communal bathroom as if we were planning on going straight to bed. Then we say goodnight to our classmates and shut ourselves in our dorm, pretending to retire for the evening. We changed back into the outfits we were wearing earlier as Fumiaki and Hanzo, teleported back to our apartment building in the alley next to it, and came out into 3D when no one was watching, then walked inside to act like normal residents. The concierge at the front desk blushes and greets us, “Welcome home, Mr. Fumiaki and Mr. Hanzo. Please let me know at any time if I can be of assistance.” Fu-chan turns on the charm and says while reading her name tag, “Thank you, Hidemi. We are fine at the moment, but if we ever needed something, we would definitely make it worth your while.”

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She winks at the end, and Hidemi looks like she melted in the chair she was sitting in. It looks as if she were standing that she would have fainted, but was saved because she was sitting. I start pouting in jealousy, and Fu-chan looks like she accomplished her mission upon seeing my face. She loves making me feel flustered in front of her fans. She smirks at my reaction, and she walks to the elevator while I follow beside her with my hands in my pockets, blushing at her amused face. When we get in the elevator, she says, “You know that when you get flustered like that when I flirt with women, it makes me want to flirt with them more, right? You are just too cute, Han-chan.” I blush furiously at her words and try to avoid eye contact with her while she hits the button for the top floor. As the doors are shutting, we hear a woman’s voice yell, “Hold the elevator!” Fu-chan quickly puts her hand in it, and we see a woman with blonde hair and a red dress with a sexy slit on the legs: the number ten hero, Ryukyu.

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She sees the top floor selected and doesn’t hit a button, which makes me assume that she is the neighbor we didn’t know we had. She makes a lot of money because she is so successful, so it only makes sense that she has a nice place to live. I honestly couldn’t care two shits about who our neighbor is. Fu-chan greets her as the elevator doors shut, “Good evening, Ryukyu. I didn’t know that you were our neighbor.”

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She turns and sees us and has a flicker of recognition, “Oh, you are those popular models. Shit, what were your names again? I’m sorry.” Fu-chan introduces us, “My name is Fumiaki, and this here is Hanzo.” She snaps her finger in recognition, “Riiiiight. Well, it was nice to make your acquaintance.” Fu-chan says while putting on the charm, “Likewise. I feel so safe knowing that you are our neighbor.” She smirks in amusement at us and rides in silence the rest of the way until the elevator reaches our floor. We part ways at our respective doors, and Fu-chan tells her, “Have a good evening, Ryukyu.” She nods and says with a warm yet tired smile, “You, too.”

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We enter our prospective apartments, and when the door shuts, we drop our transformation magic and put on the pajamas we deemed our apartment pajamas. These will fit comfortably as our celebrity personas as well, if we need to answer the door in our male forms. While we are in bed cuddling, I tell Aya-chan the logistics I was thinking of while we were eating earlier, and she strokes my pink hair on my face that was covering an eye so she can see both of my eyes and says, “That sounds like a plan when Deonte gets here. How do you want to have breakfast in the meantime? Takeout?” I squeeze her and say, “We can, or we can cook. We can play it by ear each morning depending on how we feel.”

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Garlic hops in the bed with us, as do our other friends, and it is very crowded, but we all fit. Aya-chan says while wearing a sexy smirk, “I was wanting to play with you more before bed, but I think we should make sure we get to school on time so we aren’t late on the first day back in class.” I blush at the face she is making, and I say, “T-that’s a good idea. I would hate it if we couldn’t sleep like this.” Aya-chan hugs me, “Me, too.” Sir Floof and Squash pop their heads out and seem to agree, and Garlic sleepily says, “Saur.” I say, feeling particularly warm inside and slightly watery-eyed, “I feel so blessed to have you all in my life.” Aya-chan replies, “That is my line.” She kisses me and says, “Good night, Kai-chan, I love you.” I echo it right back, “G’night, Aya-chan. I love you, too.”