Quirkless Night Confessions

The next Monday, we resumed class as usual. I still can’t use my quirk properly, but at least Aya-chan is eating the soup that Deonte prepares every day. Ida and Yaomomo were at the front of the class, and Ida was energetically greeting the class in an annoying fashion, “Classmates! A Happy New Year to you all!” Yaomomo bows and echoes his sentiment, “Happy New Year, everyone.” I smack my teeth because it isn’t like we didn’t hear this already at the dorms after we came back from visiting family, and it is annoying to be so fucking repetitive. 

The class rep places his hands on the podium and continues with a summary of what we are going to do today while I wonder if I will ever get my Aya-chan back. Seeing her barely living is hard. Due to the gravity of my thought process, Sir Floof comes out and places his ribbons on me. Aya-chan takes notice in her notebook and writes on her paper, “What’s wrong, Kai-chan?” I shake my head because I don’t want her to feel rushed during her recovery, but her face isn’t wanting to let it go. I sigh and take the notebook and write what I was thinking, but added, “I didn’t want to tell you because I don’t want you to try and rush things before you were ready.”

She starts crying, and Sir Floof places his ribbon on the notebook, and she touches it while in 2D. I start crying, too, since her tears are contagious, and Bakugo yells, “Stop crying, extras! It is distracting!” Tsu smacks him with an armament tongue, and he yells, “What the fuck was that for!” Tsu says, scolding Bakugo, “You know they have a good reason to be upset, ribbit. Try to be more understanding of their feelings, ribbit ribbit.” Twinkle Toes also comes to our defense, “That’s right, c’est terrible.” He makes a weird expression that almost seems like he is sad too which I don't understand, but maybe he is empathizing with us.

Mr. Aizawa throws the door open, “Quiet down all of you!” Ida says, “I was giving them the schedule for the day like you wanted, sir, but things got a little off track at the end.” As he says this, everyone starts grabbing their briefcase containing their hero costume. I grab my briefcase labeled “22” and also grab Aya-chan’s “21” case. She comes out of 2D and grabs it, and we walk to the locker rooms to change.

While in the locker rooms, we see that Uraraka changed her hero costume design, and Ashido helps grab her new wrist pieces and groans while taking it to her, “Man, that is so heavy.” Uraraka says, “Well, that is because there is wire stuffed inside. The weight doesn’t really bother me much because of my quirk.” Aya-chan was oblivious to what was happening as she stared at her new hero costume, pale. Sir Floof senses it, comes out again, places his ribbons on her, and she gets color back in her face. As Ashido was grabbing the wrist guard, an All Might keychain fell out of her hero costume case, and she turned redder than a tomato and quickly grabbed it in a very extra fashion. Jiro giggles, “What is there to be embarrassed about? He is your boyfriend after all.”

Uraraka stammers, “W-w-w-well, it isn’t just that. I want to keep it s-safe, and i-it’s a reminder to work as hard as Izuku does.” Ashido wiggles while putting her hands on her pink face, “Awwwww, someone is in looooooove.” Uraraka gets even redder, and Aya-chan smirks a little at their silliness while Sir Floof seems pleased as he continues to hold her. I perk up a bit seeing her expression change, and she hugs me and says, “I love you so much, Kai-chan.” I echo it right back, “And I love you so much, Aya-chan.”

We finished getting changed and went to Training Ground Alpha, and on the way we saw the nerd with one of Bakugo’s spiky hero costume accessories sticking out of his head, and he seemed a bit out of it. I am not even going to ask what the fuck that is about. As we are walking, that muscle head, All Might, is wearing a red, white, and blue tracksuit while churning cotton candy, and he yells while beaming with his main character energy, “I AM HERE! THE SYMBOL OF SWEETS!” The class ignored him as if he were an extra, which amused me, and All Might seemed a little bummed and said, “I put ‘all my might’ into this gag, and you are ignoring it.”

Kaminari asks after looking around, confused, “Wait, where is Mr. Aizawa?” All Might takes on a more solemn tone and, while continuing to stir the cotton candy, says, “He had something urgent come up, and he had to leave campus.” He puts his smile back on as if to try and not depress us and continues, “No need to fear! For I am here… to teach.” He points to the training ground, and he says, “For today’s training, we have set up a few different disasters. It will be your duty to put out any fires or other things that would cause problems for ‘civilians’ and rescue any dummies in these situations you see.”

The class feels pumped, except me. I approach All Might and mutter, “I can’t use my quirk properly right now, so I don’t know how helpful I will be.” All Might places his hand supportively on my shoulder. “Just do your best, Young Mochizuki. There will be times when you can’t use your quirk, and this will be good training to try and adapt while there are no lives on the line. So, do what you can.” I nod, and Aya-chan hears this and clutches her chest, which breaks my heart more. I don’t want her to feel responsible for this.

I go to her side while our classmates continue walking to the training ground to the starting point, and I whisper in her ear, “It isn’t your fault, Aya-chan. Please don’t look like that.” She says while gritting her teeth, “But if it weren’t for me, you could use your quirk properly.” I bonk her on the head gently and say, “You do realize that I would still think that I was quirkless if it weren’t for you, right? I still have the fruit quirk that I can use for the interim, so it isn’t like I am totally helpless.” She sighs and says, depressed, “That may be true, but it is also true that it is all my fault you can’t use your main quirk properly.” I stop and hold her back to make her stop, and I kiss her on the forehead. “Be nicer to the love of my life, please.” Bakugo yells at us, “Hey, extras! Hurry up, or we will leave you in the dust!” I smack my teeth and mutter, “Tsk. That fucking bastard needs to mind his own goddamn business.”

It was very weird to do training without my main quirk, but the nerd used his kicks to smash debris while I used my fruit quirk mixed with armament to hold the remaining debris up to prevent it from falling on the fake civilians. The rest of the class was very understanding of my lack of ability, and we were able to complete the exercise with just my fruit quirk. At the end, the nerd approached me, “Sekai, I think Kacchan wants to talk with you. He called to me while looking at you two and then just said never mind as if he couldn't find the words or something.” He rubs his messy green hair in an awkward manner like he does and I smack my teeth, “Tsk. Sure, whatever, nerd.”

After training, we go back to the dorms, and Aya-chan looks like she has been deep in thought all day. I can tell it is heavy, because Sir Floof comes out and places his ribbons on her. There are so many things that could be on her mind that I don’t ask. Shit, I would be feeling all kinds of things, too, if I were in her shoes. I will just do my best to support her by her side. While waiting on the Principal with our meal, I prepare our friends' dinners so they can go ahead and eat. I am not subjecting them to the liquid diet, so I make sure to feed them outside so they don’t accidentally trigger Aya-chan. During mealtimes while Aya-chan is recovering, we made it a routine for her to take her pokeball tattoo off so Garlic can get outside and inside just fine. You know, since he is so big that he can't fit through the door. Sir Floof eats particularly quickly so he can return to Aya-chan’s side, and Squash and Garlic aren’t far behind him at all.

I take our friends back inside, and Sir Floof goes immediately back to Aya-chan. While Sir Floof is comforting Aya-chan, I see Bakugo glaring at us with his hands in his pockets. I nonverbally motion with my head for him to join me, and we walk outside of the dorms. I ask him with my usual attitude, “Tsk. So, do you have something you want to say or something? The nerd seems to think that something is bothering you.” He groans and says, “Fucking nerd. You and that bimbo have been ahead of me all this time, and now it seems that you are regressing, and it fucking pisses me off. I want to beat you extras fair and square, not because a dumb villain beat me to the punch.”

I sigh, realizing that he just wants us to get back to normal, too, in his weird fucking way. I tell him, “I can’t use my quirk because Aya-chan is so miserable right now. I have been trying my best to help her, but this isn’t something that someone can just get over. I know from personal experience, and I still have trouble sleeping.” He smacks his teeth and says while he turns towards the direction of the door, “Tsk, I fucking know that, extra.” He sighs and rubs the back of his spiky hair and continues, “I am not good with words, as you already know. I just want you losers to go back to normal.” I smirk slightly and briefly as he storms back inside the dorms while I trail behind him as I think that maybe he isn't as bad as I thought.

When Principal Nezu arrives on Jewel like normal, I meet him and pick up our dinner. I have been eating everything she has been eating, so I don’t trigger her.  I pet Jewel briefly before I reach inside the bag in Jewel’s mouth and take out the Tupperware of soup, and replace the full Tupperware with the cleaned-out Tupperware from our last meal. Principal Nezu asks with a solemn expression, “Any change?” I shake my head, and he sighs in understanding and says, “Take care of her.” I nod, since that is a given, and go inside. No matter how many times I see him riding Jewel like a horse, it is just so cute. I take the soup inside and warm it up in the microwave to make sure it is at an optimal temperature instead of just warm, and I take it to Aya-chan. She smirks when she sees me and says as she takes the tupperware of soup from my hands.

Seeing the smallest improvements in her expression really perks me up. The beeping of the microwave with my soup interrupts my thoughts, and I grab it and sit next to Aya-chan on the sofa as she is curled up under a fuzzy blanket. She holds her soup with one hand, and she pulls some of her blanket over me as well to share. The soup smells amazing, but it still tastes weird.

As we eat our soup looking at a black, turned-off TV screen, Toru comes up behind Aya-chan and asks, “Can I braid your hair, Ayaka?” She nods as she eats, still depressed, and Toru braids her hair while she eats. She says when she is done braiding her hair, “Ooooo, you know what would look amazing? Making your cherry blossom drawings embedded in the braids. I put my half-eaten soup down and grab my notebook and open a page where I had drawn several flowers already. Aya-chan uses one hand to pull several of them from the page and hand them to Toru, then resumes eating her soup as if it is a chore.

Aya-chan beat me again while I struggled to finish my food. Toru is still playing with Aya-chan’s hair, so after I finally finish eating, I take our tupperwares to the sink to wash them to be responsible. Sato made cookies today to see if we would try eating them, and I shook my head for both of us. I know that she isn’t ready, especially judging from her demeanor with our dinner. He sighed, and he passed the cookies out to our classmates who took them elsewhere to enjoy them so they wouldn’t accidentally trigger Aya-chan.

When I was done washing the tupperwares, Toru finished securing the cherry blossom drawings in Aya-chan’s braids, and she squeals, “Oh my god, that looks so good! Here, let me take a picture so you can see.” She pulls out her phone and snaps a picture and shows it to Aya-chan, and she smirks slightly while gently touching Toru’s hand, “Thanks, Toru. It looks lovely.” Aya-chan starts yawning, and I ask her, “Do you want to take a bath and start getting ready for bed?” She nods.

Tsu and Toru joined us in the bath, and Aya-chan carefully put her braided hair up so it wouldn’t get messed up while we bathed. Tsu asks, “So, I have been meaning to ask. Have you gone back to that world where they discriminated against the heteromorphs, ribbit?” We shook our heads, and Aya-chan said, depressed, “We haven’t visited any worlds since the villain attack.” Her facial expression looked like she was still blaming herself again, so I lightly flick her on the forehead and say, “Stop making that face. How many times do I have to say it isn’t your fault before you understand I mean it?”

Aya-chan sheds a few tears and says, “I know you say it, but my heart still breaks when you mention your quirk problems.” Toru chimes in, wearing a concerned face, “Sekai is right, Ayaka. It isn’t your fault.” Aya-chan sighs, “Hearing it and feeling it in my heart are two different things.” I grab her hand under the water of the bath and tell her, “Then I guess I will just have to keep telling you then.” She exhaled as if in a silent brief chuckle as a small smirk emerged briefly on her face. I rested my head on her shoulder while we chit-chat about some classes to distract Aya-chan.

After our bath, we brushed our teeth, and I put on my pajamas and went to bed while she was looking at her phone doing her daily quick check of the news, but on her Fumiaki phone instead of her primary (since we still haven’t replaced it yet). I crawled under the covers and reached to grab the sleep powder ziplock on our nightstand, and Aya-chan placed her hand on my hand to stop me as she took her phone out of 2D to put it on the charger next to the powder. I was a little confused and asked, “I thought that you were wanting to go to bed?” She says while reaching for my pajamas and removes them while saying, “I want to have sex.” I ask her worriedly, “Are you sure? I am fine with waiting if you aren’t ready.”

She says while approaching my lips, “I didn’t stutter.” She kisses me as I reach for her clothes and remove them, then she gets in bed beside me. I ask her, “What do you want me to do?” She thinks for a moment and then says, “Can you do like you used to and use your skin to make an armament penis?” I nod and lick her to get her nice and wet for me.

Her moans are music to my ears, and when she is wet, I shape my pubic skin into a penis and lube it up. I asked her one last time, “Are you sure that you are ok with this?” She nods and says while opening her legs more for me, “Yes, Kai-chan.” I lean over her as I position my skin penis at her entrance, and she turns pale and screams.

I had a feeling that she wasn’t ready.

I release my armament and immediately cover us with a blanket, expecting company because of the screaming. I hug her under the blanket and ask her, “Why are you trying to rush things?” She starts crying and says, “I thought that if we had sex, you could use your quirk again. We haven’t had sex since the villain attack, and I thought that our not having sex was contributing to your quirk malfunction.” I hear some of our classmates on the other side of our door, contemplating whether or not they should knock, so before I respond to her, I say loud enough for them to hear, “It’s ok, I got it covered!”

I squeeze her a little tighter, and I tell her, “We could never have sex again, and I would be alright. I could be quirkless forever, and I would be alright. I fell in love with you well before we had sex. The best things about you are literally everything else.” She asks me while crying, “Are you just saying that to make me feel better?” I snapped at her, “Of course not, you dummy! I love the way that you look at me while I eat. I love how compassionate you are. I love your radiant smile that pulls people in as if it had a gravitational pull. I love your naughty side that reminds me of a panther. I love how you think. I love how it feels like you are constantly in my thought bubble. I love-”

She puts her finger to my mouth and chuckles through her tears, “Ok, I get it.” I say with a little attitude, “Even though I could go on forever, I want to say one more thing, and it is the most important. I love the idea of the world that you want to create. I don’t need a quirk to help you realize your dream world. Just like when I thought I was quirkless when we first met, I could stay by your side while you become the symbol for women. I just want to be by your side while you achieve your dreams.”

She bites her lip and says, “Damn, Kai-chan, you know exactly what to say to turn me on.” I stammer, getting flustered, “I-i-it w-wasn’t my intention to turn you on. I was just w-wanting to be your safe space.” She says, inching toward my face, a familiar look of desire in her eyes that feels genuine this time, “Again, you keep saying the right things.” I turn completely red, very flustered, and she giggles. Her giggles are healing my soul. She licks her lips as if she wants to devour me in that sexy way she does, and she reaches in between my legs and starts touching me.

I moan, and it seems to spark a fire in Aya-chan as her eyes are burning with that deep, passionate purple desire. She nibbles on my bottom lip, and it is so hot. She releases my lip and puts a tentacle in my mouth to muffle the sound of my moans as she touches me. She continues with that sexy giggle that is healing, and she changes her fingers into a tentacle and starts pumping them in and out. I tongue the tentacle in my mouth, and she bites her own lip while looking at me.

She lowers her mouth to my neck on the opposite side of the teddy bear tattoo, and she latches on and gives me a hickey as my pleasure climbs. It feels so good to feel her mouth on my neck, and I cum hard on her finger tentacle. As I orgasm, I tongue her tentacle that she has in my mouth to muffle my moans wildly in the heat of our passion. She stays latched onto my neck for the entirety of my orgasm.

Once my orgasm is over, she releases my neck and looks over my body while biting her lip as if she is that purple panther and I am her prey. I love being her prey. As I breathe heavily as I recover, I ask her while dragging my fingers across her skin gently, “I want to pleasure you, too, Aya-chan.” She says, grabbing her water bottle, “We will get to me in a minute.” She passes the water to me, and I sip; it hits the spot, so I take several gulps. She giggles and says in a teasing manner, “Somebody was thirsty.” I blush furiously and stammer, “S-s-stop t-teasing me.” She continues giggling, “Never.”

I finish drinking water and pass it to her to put on our nightstand in our dorm. She says with that burning passion in her eyes, “Make that penis again.” I pull out my pubic skin again, and it is still pretty lubed up from earlier even though there was some transfer to her skin while she was pleasuring me. She straddles me, and I pout, “B-but I d-don’t want to be a pillow princess. I want to do some work, Aya-chan.” She bites her lip while looking over my body, and she says, “You can, but I think we will need to take our time getting back to our usual routine.”

Understanding her meaning, I accept being a pillow princess today as she lowers herself on my armament penis. Taking all the control here is her way of coping for her lack of control with that asshole Leviathan. She lowers her torso on top of mine where our breasts are smooshed together, and she pumps her hips on my penis. So I am not entirely useless, I gently scratch her back like a cat while she rocks her body back and forth. She starts moaning, so I take a band of skin and wrap it around her mouth to muffle them so our classmates don’t hear through the walls while carefully protecting the beautiful, flowery braids that make her look like a goddess. I can tell her pleasure is climbing, and when she is close, I hold her tightly as she likes and latch my lips onto her shoulder, which is right in front of my mouth, and give her a hickey here. When she orgasms, she lifts her body and starts bouncing wildly, making her breasts bounce wildly in the process. They always hypnotize me.

Her bounces start to slow as her orgasm fades and she unstraddles me and moans in post-orgasmic bliss. Her happy emotions and feelings are very healing for me, and I don’t want to let this feeling go. She plops down beside me, and I rest my face on her breasts for cuddles and drape my leg over her. I tell her, “I love you so fucking much, Aya-chan.” She says breathily in that sexy way as she recovers from her orgasm, “And I love you so fucking much.” Her breasts are so comfy that I find myself falling asleep like this.