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(★) 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟ᵗʷᵉⁿᵗʸ-ᶠᵒᵘʳ

"Let's grab some ice cream for tonight! I'll pay since you've been paying for everything, " Korei hummed, swinging her and Hanta's interlocked hands between them. The walk to the train wasn't that long but the sun was starting to set and it'd definitely be dark when they got back to their dorms. "Oh wait, you don't eat ice cream because it's dairy, right?" She cringed, mad at herself for not realizing that sooner. Hanta just chuckled and squeezed her hand.

"It's fine! They make vegan ice cream. My nan makes the best vegan pistachio ice cream I've ever had, hands down." Hanta said, glancing down at the green-haired girl. The movie they watched was kind of boring but they had fun. There weren't many people in the theatre, it was just them and a couple who sat in the far back. Hanta and Korei sat in the middle and just ate candy during most of it. Turns out that Korei really can't keep her mouth shut during a movie, it's actually pretty convenient because Hanta wasn't paying attention to the film anyway.

"I love pistachio ice cream! I've never had vegan ice cream though. I can't wait to try some, " she mused. "Where can we find some? Do you think the convenience store down the road from the school has some?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure they have some there. They have like everything there." He nodded, thinking about the multiple snack runs he's gone on with Denki or Ojiro to raid the place. That store literally catered to everyone. "I guess that's why they call it a convenience store, huh?"

"Duh, " Korei giggled, nudging him with her elbow. "Hey, do you have my train card? Didn't I give it to you when I went to the restroom?" She was looking in her back pocket for it, brows furrowed. She wouldn't be able to get on the train without it. Hanta shook his head, checking his pocket as well. "Well darn." she sighed.

The boy noticed that she wasn't checking her other pocket because she couldn't exactly reach it without letting go of his hand. Rolling his eyes, he stopped walking and turned her around just a little bit so he could get her card for her. "You really didn't want to let go of my hand, huh?" He teased, giving her the plastic.

"Shut up, I didn't want to be rude!" She stuck her tongue out and he just laughed at her. Grabbing his own card, the two of them passed through the turnstiles. They were packed into a train car like sardines. There was almost no space on it. Hanta and Korei were squished together by the doors, their stop being the very first one. Using her quirk to stop the reek of body odor from affecting them, the smell of disinfectant surrounded the pair. Hanta raised an eyebrow at her, shoved up against the wall near the door. "Sorry, it just smells clean." Korei blushed, pressed to his front as the ride continued.

"So, have you always talked through movies?" Hanta asked as they made funny faces at each other. There wasn't much to do on the train aside for sit on your phone, and Korei just wanted to exist in the moment with Hanta. Obviously, pictures and videos were fine from time to time.

"Yep! Shinsou hated it. It's kinda terrible but if I'm like actually interested in it then I'll watch it, " she nodded. Her face went bright red as she felt a hand where it shouldn't have been. Her eyes jumped to see where Hanta's hands were, one intertwined with her own and the other stuffed into his pocket. "H-hey!" She yelped, lifting her leg a little to get the person to move their hand. Hanta's eyes widened as he realized what was happening.

"Don't touch her dude! What the hell?" He shouted as he straightened up and glared at the pervert. Korei shuffled closer to Hanta, turning to the side so she could knee the guy in the balls. The more time spent with her, Hanta realized that she wasn't this damsel in distress, she could handle certain situations. Sometimes, her asthma really fucks her up though.

"Oops, my bad. I didn't know your fucking crotch was right there, " she growled. The dude called her a 'bitch' before trying to get away from her. Korei simply turned around and looked up at Hanta. "Can we switch spots?" She asked with a kind smile. The black-haired boy nodded and they shuffled around. The train came to a sudden stop, someone bumping into Hanta and causing him to fall against Korei. His thigh, already separating her thighs due to close proximity, shoved against her lower-half, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. He couldn't move as people shoved past each other to try and look out the windows of the train cars. "W-what's going on?"

"I don't know. I-i'm sorry by the way. I'd move if I could, " he murmured, looking up to glance outside. A muffled voice came over the intercom, announcing that there was a minor inconvenience due to a villain attack ahead. Hanta was itching to get out and do something but he was actually stuck. Fortunately, he was stuck to the best person in the world so he wasn't complaining too much. "Well damn, I guess we'll be here for a while then."

"It c-could be worse, " she whimpered, the gentle movements that Hanta made was not helping her. She was oddly sensitive and she couldn't figure out why. Maybe it was the effects of a quirk or something? That pervert probably did something to her! She was disgusted by that guy, and by herself! She was enjoying it! She hadn't been that sensitive since the first time she masturbated. "Ha-hanta, please stop moving."

"I would but these bastards keep bumping into me. What's wrong? A-am I...?" He blushed furiously as he noticed Korei's wildly red face and slight nod. Her bottom lip was bitten as she tried to back away from Hanta. This was the only time that she wanted to be away from him. "Fuck, I'm so sorry." He mumbled, backing away from her only to receive a rather harsh shove from someone who was fed up with being bumped into. His hands were placed on the back of Korei's head to make sure it didn't smack against the wall of the train car. "Fucking hell, sorry, Korei!" He grunted, holding her against him as he turned his head to look behind him. "Shoving isn't gonna make me disappear, asshole!"

"Hnn!" Korei moaned into his chest, her hands gripping tightly at his shirt. Why'd it have to be a sensitivity quirk? Damn, pervert. She squeezed her thighs together for friction, Hanta's leg still pressed between them. Her mind wasn't thinking right but she knew she'd have to apologize later. "Han-hanta! Please, stop!" She whined, her voice loud enough for him to hear but not the other passengers. Hanta's face was bright red, holding onto the girl of his dreams as she begged him to stop doing things to her that he wasn't in control of.

"I'm sorry, Korei. I-i don't know what you wa-want from me-hah!" He was bumped into once again, Korei's moan muffled into his chest as she experienced something so pleasureful yet embarrassing at the same time. Her thighs trembled just the slightest as she came. "W-woah, " he breathed out, listening to her pant against his chest. His pant leg felt damp and his brain finally registered what Korei had just done. "U-uh."

"I'm so sorry! It's not my fault! I don-don't know what's going on-ah!" Her voice was once again muffled into his chest as an uncontrollable moan fell from her lips. "I hate per-perverts!" Her legs trembled and she clung desperately to Hanta. "I'm so so sorry!"

"Ju-just hold onto me, Korei." He muttered, burying his face into her shoulder. He knew she wasn't purposefully doing this and that's what made it so terrible. He wanted to help her but there was nothing he could really do. If she needed to use him right now, he was gonna let her. "I wish this train would hurry up. We need to get you to Recovery Girl and figure this out."

Korei was grateful for Hanta in more ways than one, but right then, he was the best thing ever. He shielded her from the other passengers, comforted her, worried about her well-being, and he didn't completely freak out when she came on his leg. She probably should have worn shorts rather than a skirt, this wouldn't have happened if she had.