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Re:Awakening
CH 009 - Sweet Partings
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- CASTLE KRAKENBURG, KINGDOM of NOHR -

Prince Xander strode through the cavernous halls of his castle home, his armored boots clanking with each step. He moved with a purpose; his eyes narrowed in focus as he readied himself for what was to come. Many of the castle's servants were quick to move out of his way while the patrolling guards stood stiffly at attention as he passed them by.

Xander paid them no mind and instead focused on the imposing doors leading to the castle's throne room. As soon as he reached the threshold, he stopped, his eyes lingering on the dark metal that seemed to absorb all the light that shone upon it.

He found himself doing that more and more in recent years. He never stopped out of some courtly courtesy or manners. No, Xander stopped because he had to steel his resolve. To ensure his will was strong before entering the throne room.

All because of how much his father had changed.

Xander had grown to hate meeting his father here. There was something odd, something that the furthest reaches of his mind warned him of danger. Something that made his blood boil in his veins.

That didn't unnerve him, though. What unnerved him was the sudden silence that would descend and choke out all sound from every source. To the crackling torches, to the echoing footfalls of those inside the expansive chamber. It left Xander wondering how his father could stand it.

'Then again, Father has changed,' the prince thought somberly.

After gathering his wits, he sent a nod to the guards standing on the sides of the door, silently commanding them to open the doors. Metal scraped against stone, and Xander was greeted by the sight of dim candles and torches, barely lighting the way leading from the entrance to the throne room to the throne room itself. At the end was his father, seated atop the grand chair, as pale moonlight shined through the glass ceiling above him.

As soon as Xander stepped forth into the room, he noted the same chilling silence that he hated hung ominously in the air. It even seemed to manage stifling his thoughts as he moved across the room at a brisk pace.

Nearing the throne, he could hear inaudible whisperings coming from his father, though even as the distance shortened between them, Xander couldn't make out a single word or phrase. As he stood at the base of the stairs leading up to the throne, Xander noted his father hadn't even acknowledged his presence.

Still, Xander stood at attention, keeping his head bowed as he waited for King Garon to finish -what Xander assumed were- his ponderings.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Xander saw Iago slither out of the shadow of the elevated throne with a knowing smile on his face. Xander did his best to keep his features schooled as his father’s advisor now stood beside him at the base of the throne.

The deafening silence slowly lifted, removing the tension in Xander's shoulders as his father finally noticed him.

"Prince Xander," he said with a deep rumble and a slight nod.

"Your Grace," Xander returned with a courteous one of his one, his voice calm and even. "What do you have need of me?"

Garon inclined his head at Iago, prompting the masked Sorcerer to speak. "I'm sure that you are aware of the pulse that swept across the kingdom?"

"I am," Xander replied. "Leo was with me at the time and had taken it upon himself to study it."

“Oh?” Garon leaned forward from his chair ever-so-slightly, unaware of his second son’s actions. Xander fought back a small frown. His father seemed to care little for any of them, aside from Xander himself and his adopted sister. “And what has my youngest son discovered? I am curious.”

Xander was about to answer when he spotted the smirk on Iago’s face. The same smirk that told all who saw him that he knew something and has been holding on to it for his own reasons. ‘Of course, he already knows.’ Xander shook his head and answered his father. “Leo has determined that the pulse came from a Dragon Vein. The obvious fact is that someone with the blood of a dragon used it. We have no reports regarding any of Hoshido’s royals crossing into our borders, so Leo theorized it might be a bastard child of some unknown lineage.”

Garon's eyes narrowed dangerously at Xander's words, his voice carrying a sharp edge in them. "And does my offspring think so low of me?"

Xander didn't flinch at his father's harsh tone. "Of course not, Your Grace. It was the first thought Leo discredited immediately. Our family tree is well documented, after all, as is your commitment to your concubines."

Garon hummed, placated by Xander's assurances.

The first prince looked at Iago. "Though, I assume you have already scried the identity of this mysterious individual?"

The sharp-tongued advisor placed a hand on his chest. "More than that, my dear prince. I have seen him with my own eyes."

Xander was about to question the man when Garon spoke up. "My connection to the Dusk Dragon's Vein gifted me insight into this interloper. Your sister was near their location and has crossed paths with them."

There was something in that statement that seemed too rehearsed to Xander. While he knew that the Dusk Dragon's Vein provided many unique gifts to one who had royal blood flowing through them, this was the first time he had ever heard about such an ability.

No, Xander had the unfortunate thought that his father was hiding something. For now, he would accept his father's words.

"So, imagine my surprise when our king ordered me to study this man, only to find Princess Camilla acting as a close traveling companion." Iago's smirk grew as he began a dramatic retelling of events. "It seems that the dear princess has grown close to this interloper."

Xander rolled his eyes at Iago’s blatant attempt at spinning the narrative. “Then perhaps she is simply trying to learn more about this ‘Interloper’ by engaging with him.” Xander turned to look at his father, hoping to temper whatever honeyed words the masked advisor had whispered into his ears. “Camilla is intelligent and clever with her words. You know as well as I, she has charmed many of our kingdom’s nobles and beat them at their own game. Perhaps she is trying to convince this man to side with Nohr.”

The silence Xander dreaded suddenly befell the room like a heavy weight. He instantly shut his mouth, cutting off any chance to defend his sister as his father's eyes bore into his.

“And yet she does not send any report of this man to me. She does not wait for my order and instead gallivanting across my kingdom with this abomination!” Garon’s deep rumble became a distorted roar as he slowly rose from his throne and stared down at Xander. “She does not even have the forethought to remove a potential enemy from the board!”

The Crown Prince of Nohr could only listen to his father's rage. His body tensed as a shiver ran down his spine. Even Iago was unaffected by Garon's sudden shift as the Sorcerer's smirk faded, becoming a thin line as he looked at his king.

The silence faded as quickly as it came. Garon sat back down on his throne, his grayed, wrinkled face looking even more haggard than it did. He took a deep breath and spoke once more. “Princess Camilla shall be punished for her error. She is near Fort Dragonfall. When she arrives, she will find a summons to return here post-haste. This is not including her error in hunting the rogue Sorcerer, Elias, without permission.”

His weary eyes lingered on Xander. "Her loyalty to Nohr and its crown is now in question. While she is my blood, even she must answer for her errors."

Xander could hear the shift in Garon’s tone and voice. It was like his father was like two different people. And he had just experienced both in the short span of a minute. Thankfully, the father he still recognized returned, giving him a chance to play damage-control for his sister.

"If I may, Your Grace." Garon raised an inquisitive brow, but gestured for Xander to continue. "If my sister's loyalty is now in question, perhaps a chance to prove herself is in order."

"Oh? And what do you propose, Prince Xander?" The king asked.

Xander breathed a little easier now. Lifting her head to meet his father's gaze, he explained his plan. "I have received reports that a group of Hoshidans are testing our borders, possibly to breach our defenses and wreak havoc in our kingdom. I was planning on assigning a company to cut them off, but Camilla's wyverns would allow a quicker strike, effectively preventing any advancement from the enemy."

He took a step forward, planting a foot on the first step of the throne's raised platform as he pleaded his case. "Use this as a chance to test Camilla's loyalty. If she fails, then she will face judgment on top of her military failure. If she succeeds, she not only proves herself but also deals a blow to Hoshido."

Iago moved to speak, but Garon stopped him with a wave of his hand. The king stared into Xander’s eyes while he considered the prince’s proposal.

"Very well." Xander kept a mask of calm indifference, but internally, he was greatly relieved. "However, Princess Camilla will have only a fortnight to complete this task. Should she fail..."

"Camilla's records speak for themselves, Your Grace," Xander replied coolly. "I know she will see it done."

Garon gave his son a small nod, effectively dismissing him from the room. Xander placed a hand over his heart and bowed before pivoting on his heel.

Before Xander walked away, he spared a glance at Iago. “What of this interloper? What can you tell me of him?”

“He is a mage. Quite a powerful one, from what I can tell. I do not know his name, but he has snow-white hair and a rather large, dark hooded coat with three magenta eyes on each sleeve,” Iago replied.

Xander took in the information and continued walking. He stopped at the threshold of the throne room and gave his father one last look before knocking on the door, alerting the guards on the other side to open them.

Garon watched from his throne as Xander left the chamber. He rested his head against his hand, drumming the fingers of his other hand against the stone throne as he considered the matter of his daughter and the interloper. From his place at the base of the throne, Iago spared the king a glance, drawing Garon's attention to him.

"Yes, Iago?" Garon asked with a raised brow.

Iago cleared his throat. Garon had become lucid after the shift in his personality, meaning that Iago would need to be more tactful with his words. "Your Grace, what of the interloper?"

A deep rumble escaped Garon's throat. "Do not engage."

Iago blinked owlishly, making sense of Garon's order. "Is that wise, Your Grace?"

Garon turned his head to look at his advisor, a furious expression dominating her visage. “While you have learned of this interloper, I tasked you to eliminate him. Your failure to do so has no doubt put him on edge.” Iago grimaced. To waste such war assets the way he had caused Garon to turn his ire on to him. “No. We will not draw any more attention to us. The saving grace is that your use of the Faceless can be seen as a random encounter. The ones we have lost control of are known to roam the Woods of the Forlorn, after all.”

The fury marring Garon's worn and weathered face disappeared. "No. My haste has only caused issues. Study him from a distance. Learn more about him." His lips parted into a grim, wicked smile. "Perhaps we can use him to our own advantage. We will give him a leash, allow him to move, but under our supervision. And when we learn of his uses, we guide him."

"Though, should the chance exist, then remove him from the board," Garon finished, his eyes turning to Iago.

Iago smirked, pleased by his king's plan. With a flourish, Iago bowed before Garon. "Understood, Your Grace. I shall keep an eye on him."

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Anankos felt his connection to Garon fade, but not before hearing the plan to observe the abomination. What little of the Nohrian King's mind that remained proved to still be useful.

The Silent Dragon had lost the scent of the abomination. The Vein that the abomination used acted as a beacon, alerting Anankos to its presence. And while it could sense its presence in Nohr, he could not narrow it down.

When Anankos listened in on Garon's discussion with his masked advisor through the disconnecting link, he had to agree with the current plan.

His rage caused it to act prematurely.

He knew nothing of this abomination other than its magic, of the twisted power of order and chaos swirling within it.

While this other dragon invaded what Anankos believed was his domain, Anankos forced a challenge.

So, the Silent Dragon would wait and watch, listening from the shadows. Once he knew of the threat this dragon possessed, he would act appropriately.

Anankos returned to the blessed silence of its realm within Valla's capital, content with letting his puppet act in his stead.

Soon, Anankos' years of planning would be enacted.

And the fell humans that infested the realm would face its fire.

As would the abomination.

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Xander's mind was a flurry of activity as soon as he left the throne room. Moving down the halls at a rapid pace, he ran through what he had just learned from his father and Iago.

An unknown man with snow-white hair had enough dragon blood within him to use a Dragon Vein. That matched with the feeling he and his brother had when the pulse washed over them. The man was also a mage, something that Iago could have only observed if the man fought.

Knowing Iago, the Sorcerer no doubt caused such an encounter.

Xander came to a stop at the realization that if Camilla was traveling with this man, then Iago's machinations no doubt meant he involved her in them, as well.

Pushing down the boiling anger he held towards Iago, Xander continued on his way. He didn't even realize how long he was in his thoughts until he reached the door to his office. Pushing past the door, Xander was greeted by the sight of his two retainers, one of which grew excited at his arrival.

“Greetings, Your Highness!” said a rather animated young woman with light blue hair with the tips of dyed a soft pink. As she moved with a slight pep in her step, the clump of messy bangs hanging over her left eye bounced, revealing the pair of blood red orbs that gazed at the prince. “How was your meeting with His Grace? Has he given you an assignment? Is it bloody?”

Xander ignored the savage grin on the young woman's face and moved to his desk. "No, Peri. But I appreciate your enthusiasm."

The now-named Peri pouted but shook her head, causing her blue and pink twin-tails to swing with her movements, and shrugged. As she hummed a jaunty tune, the other person in the room stepped forward, running a hand through his taupe-colored, wind-swept hair. "Then, how did the meeting go, Your Highness?"

Xander sat at his desk, folded his hands in front of his face as he went deep into thought. "Enlightening, and concerning, to say the least, Inigo." He looked over at Peri. "Would you please go and collect my brother, Peri? He should be in his study at this hour."

Peri gave Xander a playful curtsy, tugging at the hem of her black skirt before skipping out of the room with a giggle.

Inigo shook his head at his fellow retainer's antics and returned his attention to his prince. "I guess I will get to hear the story once Prince Leo arrives?"

Xander spared Inigo a glance and nodded. As they waited for Peri to return with Leo in tow, Xander pulled out a small roll of parchment from his desk and wrote a series of orders on it.

Not long later, the door opened and Peri skipped back inside, taking her place at Xander's side as Leo soon followed her in.

"Brother," Leo addressed Xander with a nod. Taking a seat across from him, Leo crossed his legs, staring intently at Xander. "How was father's summons?"

"As I told Inigo, enlightening and concerning," Xander answered as he finished writing. He looked at his brother, meeting the younger blonde's eyes as he spoke. "I have learned the of source of the pulse we felt."

"Oh?" That caught Leo by surprise, but a second later, his surprise turned into a sour realization. "Iago, I take it."

Xander simply nodded, earning a growl from his younger brother. "Of course, it was that snake." He looked at Xander, shifting his body as his tone grew serious. "What have you learned?"

“A man whose origins are still unknown caused the pulse,” Xander explained. “First, we know he is a mage. Second, he has snow-white hair, and a dark hooded coat with three magenta eyes on each sleeve.”

Inigo's eyes widened slightly at the description and found that his body had gone stiff. His mind raced at the implications, but he schooled his features quickly enough that no one else in the room noticed.

Xander continued. "Thirdly, Camilla is currently traveling with him."

Leo let out a curious hum at the news of his eldest sister. "I take it father knows already and isn't pleased."

Xander sighed, his weariness apparent to everyone in the room. “No. He is not. I’m afraid that he already had a clear idea of that, and Iago’s added reconnaissance didn’t help matters. His opinion was already formed before I barely convinced him to rescind Camilla’s punishment for a time.”

Leo leaned forward in his chair, fully curious about how his brother changed their father's mind. "How did you manage that?"

Xander's eyes met Leo's. "By offering an alternative. Camilla's loyalty was put into question. So, I gave Father a task for her to complete."

A smile formed on Leo's face, understanding what his brother was hinting at. "The Hoshidan forces attempting to cross our borders."

“Yes. I was originally going to use that as a means to placate Father when he originally learned of her speeding off to hunt for Elias, but as luck would have it, I could simply repurpose my plan for this.” Xander held up the strip of parchment he wrote on earlier. “Her retainer, Severa, is already on the way with Camilla’s Dark Wings to where we expect the Hoshidans to cross. Father was kind enough to tell me where Camilla would be, and so this message should meet her at Fort Dragonfall when she arrives.”

Leo leaned back into his chair, studying his brother's expression. "How long ago did you send Severa on this mission?"

"As soon as I learned of the Hoshidans." Xander leaned back into his own chair, placing an elbow on the armrest as he rested his face against his propped-up hand.

Leo nodded, understanding his brother’s mindset. Better to make sure the pieces were in place, and as the second highest member of the military, he could easily move around troops if he needed to. Xander was also one of the few individuals who could make a move and be able to explain himself to their father with little risk of punishment.

'It's not like Father has been too concerned to care for military matters at the moment. Then again, he already delegates much to Iago and Xander,' Leo thought. With a heavy sigh, he stood up from his chair. "Then the matter is settled. Knowing Camilla, we'll be lucky enough to receive any prisoners when she's done, but at least her victory should placate Father. Then, once she's back, she can tell us all about this mysterious mage."

Leo moved towards the door, but stopped right in front of it. He turned his head, looking over his shoulder at Xander. "Is there anything else, brother?"

“Yes,” Xander replied. “Father used some rather curious terms when speaking of this mage. First, he used ‘interloper’. Then, in the middle of one of his shifts, he used the term ‘abomination’.”

Leo quirked a brow at that. His father's personality shifts were a well-known secret among those in the castle at this point. Leo's interest was geared more towards the words used. "Rather curious of him."

Xander inclined his head, his mind running wild with implications. “Quite,” he mumbled. His brows furrowed as another matter came to mind. “There is something else. Father deems this mage an interloper, yet expressed no desire to capture him.”

"Then we can assume Father has something in mind," Leo suggested.

Xander stared down at his desk. "Yes... That's what I'm afraid of."

Leo let out a brief hum and turned around, ready to leave, when Inigo called out to him. "Excuse me, Prince Leo?"

"Yes, Ser Inigo?" The young prince asked.

"Is Owain free at the moment? All this talk about your sister has me thinking it's been a while since we sent a letter to our own sisters," the taupe-haired retainer explained.

Leo waved his hand as he stepped past the door. "Yes. He should still be in the training hall." As he left, Xander, Inigo, and Peri could hear him mutter something under his breath. "Something about his burning blood and inspiration..."

Inigo turned his head to Xander, about to speak to his liege, when Xander cut him off. "You may leave to speak with Owain, Inigo. No need to ask permission for matters regarding your family."

Inigo bowed. "Thank you, Your Highness," he said, gratefully. With that, he turned and quickly left the room.

His mind still reeled at the simple description of the mage. A mage with white hair was rare, but nothing really noteworthy. A mage with white-hair and a hooded coat with magenta three eyes on each sleeve was too distinct to ignore.

'Could it really be him?' Inigo found moved rapidly down the halls, making his way to the training hall dedicated to the royal children and their retainers. He needed to talk with Owain about this. Maybe they could get in touch with Soleil and Ophelia.

That is, if they even knew where their sisters even were.

Inigo pushed that thought to the back of his mind for now. His ears picked up the sounds of blades clashing against training dummies, accompanied by loud, dramatic battle cries.

"Hark! For you will bear witness to my greatest arte! Great... Aether!"

The taupe-haired young man came to a stop and released a heavy sigh while rubbing his temples.

"Of course," he muttered as he entered the training hall to speak with his friend.

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Robin stood under the Mila Tree, staring off into the vast expanse of their shared dream. The ever-setting sun hung just over the horizon, painted the infinite sky a brilliant mix of gold, orange, and purple hues.

It did well to settle his turbulent mind.

Yesterday's events weighed heavily on him. The Faceless brought up too many feelings that still lingered in his soul. He saw too many similarities between Nohr and the Grimleal and Valm. His desire to return home was battling against his growing desire to meddle.

He needed more information to work with. There was only so much he could learn in Nohr, but still plenty to see to understand the kingdom's needs and desires. At some point, he would need to cross over into Hoshido as well.

After leading armies against Plegia, continuing a generational war, Robin learned that truths and perspectives could easily become obscured and twisted as actions and reactions shaped the political and social landscape of one's home.

The sins of the father, passed down onto their children for them to correct. Even if they had to sacrifice themselves to do so.

Out of the corner of his eye, Robin spotted a familiar, serene ghost from that war. One of countless many, but one that weighed the heaviest on his soul. Clenching his eyes tightly shut, Robin shook his head to dismiss the specter.

And the mad laughter that rang through his mind.

With a deep breath, Robin calmed himself and returned to his thoughts. The more he considered staying, at least long enough to get a read on the rising tensions between Nohr and Hoshido, the more he was left with one dreaded thought. He would need to find a way to explain this to Tiki.

A pair of arms wrapped around him as Robin felt a light weight press up against him.

"You need only to talk to me, my love," Tiki said as she rested her head against his back.

Robin didn't respond right away as he silently cursed the blessing that was his and Tiki's connection at the moment. He simply placed a hand against hers as he gathered his thoughts.

"I want to come home, Tiki," he said, just above a whisper. "I want to return to you, and to Flavia, and Anna. To Chrom and the rest of the Shepherds. It’s just…"

Tiki's embrace around him tightened. "But what you have learned worries you." She slid around Robin's body and stared into his purple eyes. "And being who you are, you cannot stand by and watch if you have the power to act."

Tiki raised her hands and gently cupped his cheeks, pulling him into a tender kiss. After several seconds, she pulled away, treating Robin to a fond smile on her soft lips. “That is just one of your many aspects that I fell in love with, Robin.”

"I still feel the need to apologize to you," he said glumly.

Tiki nuzzled against his chest. “I know. You don’t need to, but I know you will continue to do so until we are finally reunited. But...” She looked back up at him. “Who said that if you can’t return home, that I wouldn’t cross over to see you myself? You are my mate, as well as Flavia’s and Anna’s. Do you truly think that we would leave you alone?”

Her emerald eyes narrowed, a look of determination dominating her face as she stared at Robin. "I have been alone for millennia, Robin. And now, my mate, my beloved, is a realm away. If you cannot return to me, I will just have to cross the Outrealms to reach you," she declared resolutely.

Robin stared at the green-haired beauty, trying to find his voice after hearing his lover's powerful declaration. "That's certainly one possibility. But why? I don't want you to risk yourself, Tiki."

“Because, knowing you, you will need all those you can trust to stand by your side. Currently, Scarlet is the only ally you have that has our full trust, and while you have an uncanny ability to connect with others, some familiar faces standing by your side never hurts,” Tiki explained as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

She continued speaking, effectively cutting off any argument he had. “I am already on my way to meet with Chrom, and have already sent letters to Flavia and Anna. Once I meet with them, we will discuss ways to cross over to you safely. I’m sure Anna and her family certainly have the means to do so.”

Robin smiled softly at her words and wrapped his arms around her. "I'll try to not get into too much trouble until you arrive."

Tiki pouted, and with her being wrapped up in his arms and up close to his face, made her look adorable in Robin's eyes. "You say that, but I know you. You will risk yourself in order to save someone," she said, both accepting the future headache while finding it difficult to be mad at her beloved.

Sighing and resting her head against his chest again, Tiki enjoyed the sensation she felt from his embrace. The two star-crossed lovers stayed like that for what felt like hours, feeling the eternally setting sun bathe them in its warmth.

"We need to discuss Camilla," Tiki said suddenly.

Robin nodded. After their engagement with the ambushing Faceless, Camilla had shared what she could, still holding back information that she either couldn't share with someone not allied with her kingdom, or found it difficult to do so. She was, however, rather withdrawn when she did. It was obvious to Robin that even she found the idea of the Faceless repulsive and dreaded even acknowledging them to him.

But there was a stronger bond between them now. Her teasing smile was more genuine; her eyes always lingered on him whenever Robin was in the room. Even with the shift in her demeanor, that didn't stop Camilla from being rather generous with her flirtations and touches when the mood struck her when they arrived at the outpost.

There was a hunger in her eyes, and Robin recognized it. He had seen the same in Tiki's eyes whenever she was in the mood. He concluded that the dragon blood flowing in Camilla's veins was reacting more to him, an insight that Tiki further confirmed.

Tiki gripped his coat tightly. "You see a little of yourself in her, don't you?"

“Just a small similarity,” Robin explained. “With Nohr reminding me of Valm and the Grimleal, I can’t help but see both Validar and Walhart in place of this King Garon.” His body tensed at the thought of his father, at the thought of his long-passed nightmares of Grima taking control of his body. “I suppose I see myself in her place. I trust her and I want to believe that she can make the same choice I did, that if shown a different path than the one her father wants her to take, that she will.”

His eyes softened as he turned his head to stare at the setting sun that was frozen in the sky. "She and her siblings, based on what she's told me of them, remind me of Chrom and Lissa." He paused, and Tiki could feel his heartbreak through their bond.

“Of Emmeryn...” Robin choked on his words at the thought of the ever-gentle Exalt. He even saw her specter appear again out of the corner of his eye, with her soft lips still curled into that gentle smile that she always had.

Dismissing the phantom, Robin continued explaining his point. “Their father was considered a monster by Plegia and their own people, and it cost his oldest child her life to undo the damage he caused. I can’t help but wonder if Camilla and her siblings are in the same situation.”

Tiki listened intently, saving her judgment for when Robin finished. She understood where he was coming from. Validar was a ghost in his mind that refused to leave him. His deranged father had left a deep scar in his psyche that was only compounded by the revelation that an alternate version of himself accepted his role as Grima’s vessel. The same doppelgänger that doomed his world and sought to do the same to theirs. Add on his observations about the similarities between Chrom and his siblings to Camilla and hers, Tiki had to admit that Robin had a point.

The King of Nohr was a potential threat to not only his enemies, but potentially those around him.

All that meant to her, though, was that he still needed her. He still needed the support of the Shepherds. But Robin was worlds away from them all, and while the connection shared between her and him was a divine blessing, it still wasn't the same as being beside him. To share those burdens and offer supportive words to him.

It was one reason Tiki accepted Scarlet so readily. The blonde knight was there. She was an excellent example of a Shepherd and honorable.

There was also the fact that Scarlet was another attractive lover of her mate. That was certainly another selling point with Tiki, and the Divine Manakete was looking forward to having Scarlet in bed with both her and Robin.

Now, with Robin's ability to form strong bonds with others and his new draconic essence, he was attracting others, more specifically those who would be potential mates, rather easily if Camilla was anything to go by. It made Tiki wonder just how many more Robin would connect with.

The more Tiki thought about it, the more she considered it some sort of universal correction at play. After all, Robin was the unintentional force behind most, if not all, the bonds and marriages between the other Shepherds. She found it rather amusing the more she thought about it, that because he had a hand in helping others find happiness with others, fate, or maybe divine intervention, was looking to pay it forward.

Her amusement grew even more when she remembered that many of the time-displace children felt strongly for him the longer they were around him.

Her thoughts soon turned to the lavender-haired princess that Robin was still traveling with. Tiki considered Robin’s words. There was a small hope in her heart that he would be proven right, but she worried that if things escalated as she feared they would, then Camilla might make a much darker choice.

After thinking about everything, Tiki closed her eyes and rested her head against Robin's chest. "Please, just be careful. I don't wish to see you hurt. Whether it be physically, or emotionally."

"I will," he replied with a serious and determined expression on his face.

Tiki kissed his cheek, letting her lips linger for several seconds. “Good. And if the princess does indeed make a move, please make sure Scarlet is there. I trust you and her, but not Camilla. Not fully.”

The corner of Robin's mouth quirked up as he now wore a cheeky smirk. "You just want a rather risqué memory for me to share with you, don't you?"

"Possibly," she replied evenly. "Though I do have one to share with you. Nah has certainly missed you and is rather excited knowing that you have returned."

Robin stared at Tiki, confusion apparent on his face. "Really?"

"Oh yes," Tiki said with a knowing smile. "In fact, I can honestly say that she is only one of many-"

Robin and Tiki perked up in alarm, their eyes narrowing as they felt a presence intrude on them. Looking behind them, they saw a young woman with blood-red eyes and short ash-blonde hair, watching them from beside the Mila Tree with a nervous and confused expression on her face. Next to her was a small spectral being made of azure fire, shaped like a cross between a lizard and a fish, that hovered over the young woman’s shoulder like a guiding light.

Robin was about to call out to the young woman when she suddenly spoke, asking a question that would catch the Tactician off guard.

"Robin?"

And then the dream ended, and Robin awoke.

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Corrin found herself surrounded by mist as she entered her dream. Low echoes filled the air, as shapeless specters faded in and out of the mist. Some acknowledged her, others ignored her completely.

Corrin steeled her nerves and focused on the talk she had with Lilith recently.

“It seems as though something is trying to form a deep connection with you.” Corrin’s eyes widened, hearing the blue-haired maid’s words so clearly it felt like Lilith was standing right next to her.

Looking to her right, Corrin expected to see her standing there, only to spot an ethereal version of Lilith holding a bushel of apples before fading away.

"That happened yesterday," Corrin muttered, trying to make sense of what was happening. A thought came to mind. "Wait... Maybe if I..."

Focusing, she drudged up a memory, and the sound of clashing metal rang through the air.

"Watch your footing, Lady Corrin!"

A spectral Gunter appeared before her, rushing at her as he did when they had their last sparring session. Corrin was confused at first, expecting to see herself engaging her mentor in combat, only to realize why she couldn't. "Right. A memory from my perspective."

She wondered if she could watch such memories from an outside perspective, but set that thought aside for the moment. Banishing the spectral Gunter, Corrin was about to review the memory of her recent talk with Lilith when a desire took hold of her heart.

“Okay, think back.” Corrin ran through her memories, going as far back as her arrival at her lonely stone cage.

She was always told Garon had saved her and adopted her into his family, making her the Second Princess of Nohr after her sister Camilla. A part of her always wondered what the truth was. She even doubted what she was told.

There was a nagging thought in the back of her mind that had taken hold ever since she learned her memories before her adoption were lost.

Echoes of the past whispered in her ears as she traveled back through her memories.

"You're getting better, sister. Gunter has trained you well, as always. I look forward to the day you finally best me."

"Darling! Come give your sister a hug. Oh, you're growing more beautiful by the day, Corrin."

"Alright. Let's try this scenario... Why are you laughing? What do you mean, my collar is inside out?"

"Sister! Sister! I have a new story for us to read together!"

She smiled at the thought of her siblings. The days they had spent together whenever they visited always brightened her days. Even though they weren't blood-related, they were Corrin's siblings in all the ways that mattered to her.

"If you wish to be strong, then I will teach you, Lady Corrin. But if you choose this path, then you must give it your all. Am I understood?"

"Lady Corrin, it's time for your lessons... No, you cannot skip out on them. Don't even think about scampering off with my sister. I have my eyes on you two."

"Manners maketh the man, or lady, in your case. So, stand up straight, but not stiff. You want to give off an air of confidence. And no slouching."

"You're finally awake, Corrin! I'm so glad. I was so worried when your fever hit... Hm? Oh! Um, I used my ice to help keep you cool. I'm just tired from it, so please don't worry."

Corrin's smile grew as the memories of Felicia and the others came to mind. She loved her adoptive siblings, but her retainers were the ones that made her time in the lonely fortress bearable. They were just as much family to Corrin as her brothers and sisters were.

Any feelings of warmth she felt were soon extinguished as she reached some of her furthest memories and an icy voice filled the air, speaking over the pleasant echoes of her friends and family, effectively silencing them.

"You poor thing..."

Corrin shivered at the sound of her father's voice. Something about it felt wrong. Her eyes snapped open as she felt a chill run through her spirit. She looked around in a panic, noticing that the mist had turned into an inky black abyss.

The most terrifying part was the silence that filled the air.

Corrin wrapped her arms tightly around herself, shaking like a leaf as she tried to ignore the shift in the dreamscape and focused on pushing through her memories. She winced at a slight pain she felt in her mind, as if warning her to stop digging any further.

Her curiosity won out over her fears, and Corrin pushed forward.

"Orphaned at such a young age..."

Corrin raised her head slowly, her eyes spotting a set of regal armor as black as night. She finally met the eyes of King Garon and saw a twisted smile on his face. Her gauntleted hand reached out for her as his smile grew. His voice grew more distorted, as if something else was speaking through him.

"You are my child now."

"No!" Corrin took a fearful step back, clenching her eyes shut as she turned away from Garon's hand. She panicked and stumbled backward, falling onto her rear, fully expecting her father to grab her.

When nothing happened, Corrin felt her fears slowly evaporate as she opened her eyes, scanning the abyss for any sign of Garon. It felt like hours had passed before she felt well enough to even stand on her feet again.

"Why did I react that way?" Corrin's body shook, an icy fear gripping her heart as she saw Garon's hand still reaching out for her. Her father was distant and the few times she interacted with him; he had only spared her a few words.

But they never felt as cold as they just did in that memory.

"You are my child, now."

Those words felt haunting.

Corrin took another minute to calm herself some more. The inky-black abyss slowly dissipated into the gray mist she had grown accustomed to, providing the princess some form of comfort.

Corrin didn't know how long she stood in the mist. She assumed it was for a while, though with this being a dream, time seemed to be meaningless. It made her wonder if she would wake up soon.

The thought of going through her memories again was a tempting prospect, but the sudden chill she felt as she remembered the spectral Garon put a stop to that thought.

Unbeknownst to her, a small azure light hovered close to her, emerging from the mist like a specter. It slowly inched closer to the princess, the warmth from its light proving the young woman further comfort as the lingering words of King Garon faded from her mind.

Corrin turned around, spotting the light as it hovered behind her shoulder. The light shifted, turning into azure flames before taking a familiar shape.

"It's you," Corrin said as she held out a hand to the ethereal creature beside her.

"It looks to be doing much better, Corrin! Still, I don't think I've ever seen anything like it before. Have you found out anything?"

The memory of Felicia looking over her shoulder as Corrin cared for a small, injured creature she had found one day exploring the grounds of the Northern Fortress. She had spent nearly a month taking care of it, with Felicia's aid, all the while trying to learn of its origins and what it was. Corrin found nothing, but based on the fishlike tail and fins along the back of its reptilian body, Corrin took to calling it a dragon-koi, after an old Hoshidan legend she found in a book.

After it had finally healed, Corrin took it back to the river where she found it. When she released it into the water, Corrin never saw it again.

Gently scratching the dragon-koi's fiery jaw in wonder, Corrin couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity with it. Despite it being years, Corrin felt that it had only been yesterday since she last saw it.

"Hello again," Corrin said to the dragon-koi with a fond smile on her face.

Letting out a melodious chirp, the ethereal creature rubbed its face in the princess’ palm.

Corrin wondered how this was possible. Magic was the first thing that came to mind. Leo had always said that there were still many mysteries left in the world, and maybe this was one of them. After all, this was her dream.

But the dragon-koi felt too real. There was also the connection that Corrin felt between them. Something within her blood stirred the longer they were together.

Suddenly, as she continued showing affection to her ethereal companion, Corrin's pointed ears twitched as she heard both a familiar and unfamiliar voice in the distance.

Her head on a swivel, Corrin looked all around her, expecting to see the same hooded figure from her past dreams, only to still be surrounded by the all-encompassing gray mist. Red eyes narrowed, trying to pierce the mysterious veil for any signs of another presence.

Yet Corrin, and her companion, were alone.

As Corrin continued searching for the voice, Lilith's words came to mind. "It seems as though something is trying to form a deep connection with you."Corrin took a deep breath and focused on remembering her previous talk with Lilith.

The ethereal presence of the blue-haired maid reappeared, still holding a bushel of apples. Oddly enough, a representation of Corrin joined her, providing a new perspective to the scene. Corrin looked between her doppelgänger and Lilith, trying to make sense of why she was seeing the scene from a different angle now. It was jarring, to say the least, seeing one’s self, even if it was just a memory.

It gave Corrin a headache just thinking about it.

Corrin shook her head, trying to move past her existential thoughts, and allowed the memory to replay itself. She watched as Lilith turned around, while holding out an apple to a horse that wasn't there. "Your blood is powerful, Lady Corrin. Just like your siblings. Perhaps another whose blood is just as powerful as yours is reaching out to you."Lilith turned back around, her eyes meeting the eyes of the ethereal Corrin. The blue-haired maid looked unsure and disappointed herself, as if hoping to be of more help to her lady. "Just be careful. You said you've dreamt of this hooded stranger before. Whatever magic is connecting you to him, he must surely notice it as well."

While Corrin considered Lilith's words, she heard the voice again, louder, much clearer than before, and giving her a direction to head. Moving blindly through the mist was still difficult, like wading through deep waters, but Corrin was determined to meet the man that had been a part of her recent dreams. To determine if he was merely a figment of her imagination or someone reaching out to her.

The dragon-koi spirit followed her, albeit hesitantly. Corrin looked over her shoulder, noticing her companion’s slower pace, and the worried look on its face. It's as if it sensed a powerful predator and tried its best to not to gain said predator's attention.

Before Corrin could think more on it, the voice returned, sounding weary.

"I want to come home, Tiki."

Something within Corrin stirred when she heard that, an understanding she had with that statement. It made her realize that she was longing for something. Of dreams of a home missed.

It made Corrin feel for the one speaking.

As she continued to move through the mist, the drab grays blended and swirled into hues of purple, which then bled into warm oranges and vibrant golds. With each step, she heard more and more of the voice, as well as another, picking up on the conversation happening between the two.

"You say that, but I know you. You will risk yourself in order to save someone."

The mist finally faded away and Corrin found herself walking atop an ocean, whose surface was so still that it reflected the burning sky perfectly that the horizon seemed invisible.

In the distance was the tree she saw in her last dream. Its expansive branches reached into the sky, its towering form creating a striking silhouette against the sky. And underneath the shade of the tree were two people.

One was a light-skinned, green-haired woman that Corrin would describe as an otherworldly beauty. From her slim, mature body, her wide hips and ample chest, to her long, pointed and ridged ears that made her exotic, the woman was on par with the likes of Camilla.

Corrin felt a small heat in her cheeks as she caught herself staring at the woman.

But it was the pair of green eyes that were like emeralds that expressed a deep love whenever she looked at the man in her arms that drew Corrin's attention the most to her.

The heat she felt only grew when her eyes moved over to the other figure.

For the first time, Corrin had a chance to really look at the man whose name had been etched into her heart ever since the pulse she felt.

His hood was down, revealing his snow-white hair, with its windswept bangs hanging over his vibrant purple eyes and his sharp features. He was handsome, but it wasn't just his physical appearance that Corrin was lost in. It was the soft, caring expression on his face whenever he looked at the woman with him.

Corrin felt drawn to the two, slowly moving forward until she stood next to the tree. She studied every detail she could of the two, from the affection they expressed for the other, how their eyes lingered on the other when silence befell them and they had no more words to share. When Corrin saw the smirk on the young man’s face, she sported a similar blush on her face that the green-haired beauty had on hers.

Inside Corrin’s soul, something resonated. She unconsciously reach out to the two, only to pull away when she noticed they had stopped talking. They were alert and immediately their eyes turned to Corrin, making her feel vulnerable under their gaze.

She shifted nervously on her feet, trying to not any more than she had. As she opened her mouth to speak, Corrin felt a slight tug in her consciousness. Looking down at her body, she noticed she was slowly becoming transparent, as if fading from the dream. She looked over at the pair, noticing the same thing happening to the pair.

Desperate for at least one answer, she quickly called out to the white-haired young man, hoping she was right. "Robin?"

She watched as the young man reacted to her inquiry, with the young woman turning to look at him with a hint of surprise and confusion flash through her eyes.

Before she could get an answer, Corrin felt the waking world call.

She awoke to the early morning sun's rays filtering past her sheer curtains, bathing her room in a warm light. Rolling onto her back, Corrin stared at the stone ceiling of her room.

“I saw him.” Thoughts of the white-haired young man filled her mind. Closing her eyes, Corrin relied on her memory, reforming Robin from every detail. As his form came into being, she felt drawn to the confident smirk he wore and the pair of vibrant purple eyes.

Another person appeared next to him. The green-haired beauty that was his companion stood next to him, wrapping an arm around his and entwining their fingers together as one would do with their significant other.

The same connection Corrin felt towards Robin was matched by the unknown woman, albeit to a lesser degree. It made Corrin wonder what all of it meant.

If the next time she slept, would she enter that same shared dream with them?

A part of her hoped for it. Corrin wanted to talk to them. To understand who they were and why she was connected to them.

Releasing a sigh and rising from her bed, Corrin stretched the kinks and stiffness out of her body and made her way over to her wardrobe, stripping off her nightwear in order to get ready for the day. As she did, she continued to imagine a pair of vibrant purple eyes gazing at her.

Yes. She wanted to see Robin and his companion again.

After donning her regal attire, Corrin left her room, surprising Felicia, who was just outside the doors, ready to enter the room in order to rouse her from her slumber. Corrin's sudden appearance caused the clumsy maid to misstep, falling forward and into Corrin's body, with her face landing in the comfortable cushion of the princess' full bust. The sight of her best friend brought a radiant smile to Corrin's face, and seeing the shocked expression on the maid's face caused her to chuckle as she wrapped her arms around Felicia.

"Lady Corrin! I didn't think you'd be awake already," Felicia remarked, a flustered blush dusting her cheeks.

"Believe it or not, I can wake up on my own," Corrin replied good-naturedly.

Making sure Felicia was good on her feet, Corrin made her way down the hall, with Felicia falling into step with her. "Oh, I know. It's just either my sister or me have to give you a rather cold alarm," Felicia said with a playful grin.

Corrin involuntarily shivered at the reminder, remembering the multiple days she wished to linger in bed, under her warm sheets, only to have the two Ice Tribe sisters use their magicks to wake her up with a snapping cold.

"Still, I'm surprised. It's rare for you to wake up before either me or Flora come to wake you," Felicia said thoughtfully.

Corrin gave her a nod, understanding where she was coming from.

Felicia studied her lady, trying to make out the puzzle before her. "Did you have one of those dreams again?" She asked.

Red eyes met icy-blues. "Yes. I did," Corrin replied with a small nod. "I saw him. I saw Robin."

Realizing her mistake, Corrin came to an abrupt stop as she heard Felicia gasp.

"Really! Then it must be fate, Lady Corrin!" Felicia said, bouncing on her heels. "Lilith's advice must have helped you!"

Felicia’s elation was infectious, and Corrin found herself smiling along with the maid. “Yes. I’ll need to thank her.”

Felicia quickly wrapped an arm around Corrin’s and began dragging her down the hall towards the servant’s quarters. “Then let’s go see her now. You can tell us both about your dream!”

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As Corrin and Felicia walked the halls of the lonely fortress, Lilith sat at the edge of her bed, staring at her clasped hands.

It had been years since she faced anyone with a draconic essence as powerful as she felt during the night. Not since her father. It made her feel small, like a mouse standing next to a lion.

Despite that, she felt no madness from the pair of human dragons. There was no malice or rage.

There was simply comfort and strength. Longing and love between the pair.

Lilith silently cursed her nature. How her own instincts reacted the way they did. There was the same feeling she had whenever she was next to Corrin, spending time with her lady, chatting for hours about any topic that came to their minds.

What's worse was when those purple and green orbs fell upon her. They recognized what she was.

Lilith wondered, just as Corrin had, on whether she would see them again. There was a hope in her heart, to fulfill a desperate wish that had been building for the last few years.

- SOUTHERN OUTPOST, WOODS of the FORLORN -

"Again! Keep light on your feet, Sophie!" Robin stood across a nervous Sophie, the Cavalier trying her best to keep a firm grip on the training lance.

When she, begrudgingly, woke up with the sun and left her room in the barracks, Sophie was greeted by the sight of Robin fencing against one of the training yard dummies. She found herself engrossed in his form, noting it was far different from anything she had seen her fellow soldiers practice, let alone what she knew of the swordsmanship of the Samurai of Hoshido.

She remembered how easily he weaved powerful magicks during yesterday's ambush, so to see Robin be just as skilled with a blade was shocking. Most mages in Nohr didn't even bother using any martial skill in a skirmish. Even high-ranking Dark Knights focused more on their horsemanship and magic over the blade. Having one was more for a last resort.

Mustering up the courage, the gray-haired soldier went to the quartermaster's supply room and took a training lance and sword, intent on wanting to spar with the skilled warrior she fought beside. She told herself it was to test her skills and limits, but a part of her wanted to know more about Robin.

After all, he was traveling with Princess Camilla herself. To Sophie, that meant he must have been special.

And a part of her, deep down, hoped that some of that skill and courage he had would rub off on her.

When she made her way over to him and brought up the idea of a spar, Robin accepted it wholeheartedly. Ecstatic, Sophie nearly danced on the spot.

Then she noticed the damage done to the dummy Robin had butchered.

That was the best word Sophie could think to describe what of the poor thing as she observed every nick and cut carved into the straw-man's beaten body. Chips of wood were scattered all around it, as cotton and straw pooled around the dummy's base.

Testing a skill, he told her. Sophie only asked that he not use that skill during their spar. If it enhanced his physical strikes the way it did, then she wanted to avoid an extended stay in the outpost's infirmary for the foreseeable future.

The spar started slowly, and Sophie couldn’t help but feel like she was a rare animal Robin had found and wanted to study. He allowed her to dictate the pace of their first bout. Every step she took, he moved appropriately, keeping his distance but close enough to counter if necessary. Every one of her strikes or probes was met with counters and defensive ripostes from Robin.

Next came a more serious side of the white-haired Tactician. He soon changed the rhythm, making moves against her, forcing her to react other than act as she had been doing earlier. He tested her defenses and reaction time, pushing her to her limits.

If Sophie was honest, this was some of the best training she had received since she first joined the military.

After finishing their second round, Robin discarded his coat, draping it over the dummy that had been his unfortunate victim earlier. Sophie did her best to maintain her composure. With the large coat gone, she, and the growing audience interested in the spar, were treated to the sight of Robin's physique underneath his form-fitting shirt.

She was thankful Robin was professional about the spar, as it helped her keep her focus. He took to instructing her the best he could, pulling from his experiences from his life to help her develop a more comfortable lancer form for her. Taking to it like a fish to water, Sophie noticed that some of her past mistakes and bad habits were slowly being chipped away under Robin’s instruction.

Scarlet had joined them at some point, offering her advice where she could. While she trained to use a lance like most Wyvern Riders, she favored an axe. Sophie accepted the more experienced knight's words and slowly incorporated what she learned during the spar.

Now, with the final round set to begin, Sophie was hoping to impress both Robin and Scarlet with what little she had learned from them. Shifting her feet and bending her legs, Sophie narrowed her eyes on Robin, ready to spring into action.

The gathered crowd watched on in hushed silence, some with interest, while others more so out of boredom. One such pair that came to watch the spars were Charlotte and Benny. Charlotte had heard about the princess’ white-haired companion being out in the yard from her fellow soldiers and grew curious enough to join them. Benny followed along, mostly out of not wanting to leave his friend alone more than anything else.

Sophie initiated combat. Kicking off the ground, she sprinted towards Robin, her training lance poised to strike. Once she was close enough, she thrusted her weapon, aiming for Robin's torso, only for him to sidestep to the right. Sophie didn't slow down. She took a step forward, planting her foot in the ground and swinging the butt of the lance at Robin.

The Tactician easily parried the strike and knocked Sophie off balance. She was forced to block an overhead strike, allowing Robin to push into her space, limiting her lance's capabilities. With a flurry of strikes from his training blade, Robin forced Sophie on the defensive.

Sophie panicked. She knew Robin was taking it easy on her. He even told her he would stay a step above her skill level, enough of a difference to make it difficult for her, but a small enough difference that she could win if she pushed herself. Steeling her nerves, Sophie looked for an opening, following Robin's rhythm as she continued to defend herself from a barrage of sword strike.

Her eyes widened as there was a lull in Robin’s pattern, a hole to exploit. She maneuvered the butt of her lance in between Robin’s legs, catching one of them and throwing off his footing. Robin stumbled backward, but remained standing. Sophie took the advantage and stabbed her lance at him. Robin knocked the attack back, but Sophie moved with the shifted momentum, pivoting on her heel and sending the lance head at Robin, forcing him to move.

She followed up with a flurry of thrusts. Robin steadied his footing, deflecting several of Sophie's strikes while weaving through the others.

What happened next was something Robin didn't expect.

Sophie pushed her advantage too hard. All it took was one wrong step, and she slipped while trying to jab her lance at Robin. There was a surge of magic coming from within her, catching Robin off guard. The tip of her lance slipped between Robin's arm and torso, and caught a bit of his shirt. The magic building up within her released at that exact moment and practically shredded Robin's shirt.

The training yard grew quiet as Robin and Sophie stood stock still. Sophie developed a heavy blush on her face as she had a clear few of the Tactician’s athletic and toned body. Specifically, his slightly glistening, firm chest and chiseled abdominals, which had gained a thin veneer of sweet from their spar.

"O-o-oh. Um. I-I’m..." Sophie tried to form an apology, or at the very least, a sentence, but her mind was currently focused on other things.

Scarlet let out a hearty laugh at what had just happened and joined the two fighters, sidling up to Robin as she did. “Damn. It took me a few days to get you shirtless, Robin. And she does it in less time than that.”

Sophie heard what the blonde knight said and felt like curling up into a ball.

Robin just rolled his eyes and gathered the remains of his shirt. His eyes looked over the shredded fabric, judging if it was worth repairing. With a firm nod, he channeled his magic and muttered a quick chant. His shirt quickly mended itself, appearing as good as new. Robin looked the shirt over with a critical eye, and after meeting his expectations, put it back on.

Scarlet stared at the shirt, completely dumbfounded by what she saw, and took a hold of the fabric and gave it a tug. Her eyes turned upward and met Robin's. "One of those, 'necessity breeds innovation', things?"

“Sort of,” Robin said as he fiddled with the shirt, making sure it fit him appropriately. He noted, with a slightly sour look, that his shirt was a bit more form-fitting than it was a moment ago. “Tharja, one of our more...” Robin paused, trying to both accurately and generously describe the broody mage. “Unique members, was well known for her wide array of hexes and charms. She created this charm to mend her outfit, and it was a rather big hit among us.”

Conflicted feelings emerged at the thought of Tharja. While Robin got along well with her -after growing used to her antics and spending time with her- she still had those moments that made him rather uncomfortable. She also was rather confrontational with Tiki after his relationship with the Manakete became public.

Add on Flavia and Anna joining, Tharja made it known that she felt rather slighted. She never blamed him, though. No, Tiki was the target of her ire, but Tiki didn't back down.

Near the end of the war, a begrudging respect formed between the two, something Robin was thankful for.

That still didn't stop Tharja from claiming she would get him to see her as a viable lover, even if she had to share. A part of him even wondered about the possibility of her joining their now-growing group and how she would fare with it all.

"That's so unfair," Scarlet remarked with a slight pout, breaking Robin out of his thoughts.

"It's like nothing even happened," Sophie added as she inspected the article of clothing herself.

"Which is an oddity in itself," Robin explained as he moved over to the training dummies and donned his coat. "That spell was designed to make minor fixes on tears and such. I overcharged it this time. Mostly out of curiosity."

It was also why his shirt might have been tighter. Over-correction with magic is something every mage avoids for one simple reason. Over-correction, more often than not, blew up in the caster's face. Robin was lucky that he didn't cause his shirt to disintegrate in his hands.

“I mean, should you really complain?” Scarlet asked him. Seeing him shake his head, unable to say no to her question, a victorious grin appeared on her face and she lightly tapped his shoulder with her fist. Moving across the yard from him, Scarlet twirled a training axe and pointed it at Robin. “Not tired yet, right? You and me still have quite a few rounds to catch up on.”

Robin huffed in amusement, raising his dulled sword into a guard. “I’m sure we’ll have plenty to catch up once we make it to Fort Dragonfall.”

Scarlet rolled her eyes and tested the balance of her weapon. The shaft of the axe was shorter than what she trained with, as wyvern knights needed extra reach, but she would make it work. Her red eyes narrowed on Robin as she slowly circled around their little sparring area. “Yeah, and I’m sure the princess will be more than willing to join us. I bet she’ll barge in like last time.”

Off to the side, Sophie’s eyes widened, picking up on the not-so-subtle frustration coming from the freckled blonde and her meaning. As she tried to dispel any thoughts flooding her mind regarding Robin, Scarlet and the princess, Robin and Scarlet moved at a blur as their spar began in earnest. Sophie watched on, entranced by their movements.

Scarlet moved aggressively, with each attack trying to break through Robin’s guard. Robin was more fluid, weaving through Scarlet’s strikes like water, all while prodding her defenses.

Sophie was so lost in watching the fight that she missed Charlotte and Benny join her on the sidelines.

“I’ve never seen a Chevois knight fight before,” Charlotte said as she looked at Scarlet. Her words caused Sophie to jump in surprise. As the gray-haired Cavalier calmed herself down, Charlotte continued to watch the spar.

Robin had just parried a strike from Scarlet. Using the opening he created, Robin then slid his leg in between Scarlet’s, messing with her footing and taking her down to the ground. As he went for the point, Scarlet deflected his blade and rolled away to create some distance between them.

“You should have seen them yesterday,” Sophie commented as Scarlet soon pushed back against Robin.

Charlotte quirked a brow at Sophie’s words, noting the awed tone in them. “How are you doing?” She asked. “I didn’t get a chance to ask yesterday.”

“O-oh!” Sophie couldn’t hide the surprise in her voice. Her lips formed a small smile. “Tired. I didn’t expect to run into any Faceless yesterday. There have been no sightings of them recently, so a large group showing up was a surprise. Especially the numbers that showed up.” She looked back at the spar going on, her eyes lingering on the battling warriors.

Charlotte did the same. She noticed there was a flirty undertone between Robin and Scarlet. Each time one of them entered the other's personal space, there was a light touch or lingering gaze in their eyes that one could easily miss. Even at the end, when both Robin and Scarlet had their weapons aimed for a killing blow, they were sporting wide smiles.

The curvaceous blonde’s intrigue -and budding arousal- piqued as Scarlet suddenly grabbed Robin by his shirt’s collar and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Some of her fellow soldiers seemed to enjoy the show as wolf-whistles and cheers filled the air, though Robin and Scarlet ignored them completely.

When the two ended their kiss, a slightly blushing Sophie turned her attention back to Charlotte. “Thanks for checking up on me.”

Charlotte blinked and turned to look at Sophie. She gave the Cavalier a casual shrug. “It’s nothing.”

“I wouldn’t call it nothing, Charlotte.” A curious Sophie and an annoyed Charlotte turned to Benny. “She waited for you to show up after your squad arrived back here without you, Sophie,” he explained.

Sophie was at a loss for words. Charlotte had been one of the few soldiers that cared enough to check on her. Benny was second, but he kept to himself, mostly. Sophie appreciated her fellow soldier’s consideration, as it helped make her assignment at the outpost that much easier to deal with.

Charlotte huffed and crossed her arms under her impressive bust. “Oh hush, Benny. I’m just looking out for a fellow soldier screwed over by our wonderful kingdom’s politics,” she said, trying to downplay her actions yesterday.

“Welcome to the club, ladies.” Sophie, Charlotte, and Benny all turned to see a smirking Scarlet. “You aren’t the only ones to get screwed over by some shitty politics.”

“Is that how you ended up serving Princess Camilla?” Sophie asked.

Charlotte unconsciously leaned in closer, wanting to hear what she thought would be an interesting story.

Scarlet snorted before breaking out into boisterous laughter. “Kinda.” She fought back her amusement, her laughter dying down into brief chuckles as she spoke. “No. I was dismissed entirely after a botched mission. Still kept my title as a knight, though.”

Benny now grew interested in the freckled knight’s tale. “What happened?”

Scarlet released a long sigh and turned her head upwards. “My squad and I went chasing after some bandits harassing some villages near the border in Cheve. The bandits were more organized than we originally thought and my friends paid the price. If it wasn’t for Robin, I would’ve joined them.”

She looked back at the trio as they listened intently to her story. “Robin and I talked a bunch while we escorted some of the village’s leadership back to the capital. Learned about him and his group called the Shepherds.” She saw the odd expressions on their faces and quickly responded. “Yeah, strange name, but it fits them. Anyway, we made it to Cheve, did my duty, was reprimanded, and dismissed from the military.”

Charlotte’s mouth scrunched up. “There’s more to it than that.”

Scarlet shrugged. “I was a kind of a problem child. I had a bunch of grand ideas that were blocked over and over again by the military council. Probably made a big enough stink that they used my mission as a means to finally get rid of me.”

“So, you decided to travel with Robin?” Sophie asked, completely sure that was the case.

Scarlet perked up, standing up straight and puffing out her chest. “Damn straight. If I can’t be a knight of Cheve, I can still be a knight of the people. I became a Shepherd.”

“And his lady,” Charlotte added with a teasing smile.

Scarlet didn’t answer right away. Instead, she tilted her head to the side with a rather curious expression on her face. Sophie wondered what that meant while Charlotte understood the look completely.

“Technically one in his rather unique love life,” the messy-haired blonde replied. “Not that I mind, really.” A heavy blush dusted her freckled cheeks as she bit her lower lip. Just imagining what the future held for her was making it hard not to jump Robin’s bones. She just needed to hold out a bit longer.

Besides, after they break away from Camilla, who says they couldn’t enjoy a romp in the wilderness before actually continuing their journey. Followed by a long, restful night of camping.

Charlotte committed those words to memory and looked around for Robin, who seemed to have disappeared during their talk. “Where did your friend go?” Charlotte would be lying if she said she wasn’t annoyed that he wasn’t around at the moment. She still wanted to speak with him.

Scarlet gave her a flippant wave. "He went to discuss your situations with Camilla."

That caught Charlotte off guard. "Wait. Really?"

“Yeah. He is used to commanding others in battle and he believes in leading by example,” Scarlet explained. “I can tell that some of the glaring issues with Nohr’s military are getting to him. So far, his two best examples of what Nohr could be would be Lord Lucien and Princess Camilla. But he’s had just as many, if not more, shitty examples than good.”

Charlotte shook her head at her fellow blonde. "No. It's not that easy."

Scarlet quirked a brow at that. She looked over at Benny, raising a hand to point at him. "It really is. The big guy here was the one that lit a fire under Robin." She turned her attention to the officer's quarters. "That's just who he is."

Charlotte and Sophie turned their heads, following Scarlet's gaze. Sophie had the benefit of experiencing Robin's command during yesterday's ambush. Add on his camaraderie with Scarlet and the princess, she believed the blonde knight. Charlotte couldn't help but feel a little thankful towards the Tactician, even if she thought nothing would come from it.

A small, genuine smile graced her lips. Not even one word to her, and he already had a point in his favor.

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Robin knocked on the door to Camilla's room, calling out to her to let her know he was outside. "Camilla? It's Robin."

"Yes, Robin?" Her demure voice called back out a few seconds later.

"You're meeting with the commander of the outpost before we leave, yes? I've learned some things that I'm curious about. There might be more wrongs to fix aside from Sophie's case," he explained.

Camilla remained quiet on the other side. Robin got antsy waiting for her, but before he could try reaching her again, the door opened.

"Come in, please," she said, beckoning Robin in.

Robin gave her a grateful nod and stepped inside. The room itself was simple, but still had the trappings that made it stand apart from the regular beddings of the common soldiery. A soft mattress, large enough for two, sat in the far corner of the room, just under a window that looked out into the main yard. Against the opposite wall was a simple, sturdy wardrobe, with a desk right next to it.

Camilla moved to the bed, taking a seat at the edge, and patted the spot next to her, signaling for Robin to join her. There was a smile on her face. Not the flirtatious one he had grown used to the last few days of travel. This one was softer, a far cry from the confident princess Camilla was yesterday.

Sitting down next to her, Robin spoke. “I overheard a soldier, a young woman named Charlotte, offhandedly comment how she and Sophie needed to stick together. When she uses the phrase, ‘screwed over by their kingdom’s wonderful politics’, it makes me rather irritated.”

Camilla looked him in the eye, never once breaking contact as he spoke. "I see."

"I just wanted to bring it to your attention," he said. Placing a hand on her thigh, Robin gave it a gentle squeeze. "It's not my place to speak about your kingdom's military, but I won't stand idly by when a wrong can be righted."

"And if I offered you the chance to do so?" She moved her hands, gently entwining her fingers with Robin's. "Nohr could use someone of your talent, Robin. I know my brothers would appreciate your candor and intellect. My little sister, Elise, would no doubt swoon over you like a maiden and would wish to have you join her on her many goodwill tours." Her grip tightened as she continued. "And my darling Corrin could use trusted warriors like you and Scarlet. Of course, I would thoroughly enjoy your presence."

Robin didn't answer right away. He let out a heavy sigh, causing Camilla's shoulders to slump ever so slightly. "I can't, Camilla." He looked her in the eye, making sure she knew he took her request seriously and wished to give her a serious answer. "Nohr isn't my home. I have others waiting for me."

A sad smile formed on his face. "... They've waited long enough."

"She must be something special if she is worth traveling the world over to reach," Camilla commented after a moment of thought. Her lips curled into a teasing smile. "And one who is quite fine with you gallivanting with a beauty like Scarlet the way you do."

Robin chuckled, happy to see that flaming ember in Camilla still burning within her. “Funnily enough, it was her idea. Granted, it only really happened because there were two other women who expressed a shared interest in me in the past.”

Camilla leaned in close, her interest growing more and more as he spoke. While her father was one who committed himself to those he claimed as lovers, there was a certain fondness, a connection she could hear in Robin’s voice as he spoke about the women in his life. A part of her was jealous.

Jealous of Scarlet for chancing into such a relationship. At least that’s what Camilla thought. She might have been a little hot and bothered when she first stumbled upon the pair, as they were still intimate with each other. She was jealous of the other women Robin had yet to name, noting the level of respect he had for them. But, most importantly, she was jealous of the woman that first held a place in his heart.

"And who is this woman that has earned such devotion?" Camilla asked, doing her best to keep a level tone in her voice.

"Tiki. Her name is Tiki," Robin answered with a fond smile.

Something clicked in Camilla's mind at hearing that name.

The Halidom of Ylisse. The eyes of Grima. A woman sharing the name with the daughter of Naga. Stories in books she read with her siblings. Stories at were just that. Stories. Nothing that Camilla ever thought had a sliver of truth to them.

But here was that proof. At least, someone who had enough conviction in his words that made Camilla doubt he was lying to her.

A chuckle escaped her lips. "I guess my thought of you falling from the sky wasn't that far off from the truth, was it?" she asked.

Robin gave her a playful smirk. Camilla had grown to like seeing that smirk of his. "It's possible. Magic is a wonderful thing, after all," he replied.

Camilla closed the short distance between them. Her lips were only inches away from his, and she was treated to the sight of shining pools of purple that stared back into hers. Her blood yearned to connect with his, causing her desires to burn within her heart. She steeled herself, resolving to sort through her feelings before reaching the fort.

Before parting ways with the white-haired Tactician.

"Robin…" Camilla's voice was low, almost vulnerable, as she spoke to him. "Can you swear to me that…" Her hand squeezed his. It was a question that needed to be asked, for her peace of mind, more than anything. "Should we cross paths again, it won't be as enemies."

Robin was silent. Camilla expected that. It would have been an easy enough to answer if he just wanted to placate her, telling her no, they wouldn’t be. But the fact he was silent meant he would give her an honest answer. Something she greatly appreciated.

"That will depend on too many things, Camilla," he finally answered after a moment of thought. "But I hope that doesn't come to pass."

The answer caused a sad smile to grace her lips. She had fully expected an answer like that, but it still caused her heart to ache.

For as long as she knew, she did everything to please her mother, who wanted to increase her standing among the court and Garon's concubines. That soon turned to wanting to please her father and to stand out among her siblings. And now, with her father's decline and aggression, she focused on ensuring her homeland's prosperity alongside her brother.

This time, Camilla wanted to be selfish. She wanted him to tell her what she wanted to hear, to choose her over his home. She wanted to have what Tiki and Scarlet had with Robin.

The idea of sharing wasn’t something she was against, either. After all, she was the result of her father having several concubines alongside the late queen. While many of the concubines shared -in the loosest meaning of the word- the love of the king, they focused on played political games with one another in order to earn a higher standing with him, and while Camilla learned to play such games because of her mother, she found them rather tedious on a good day.

It’s one reason she doted on her siblings as much as she did. She didn’t want their already complicated family life getting in the way of their bonds.

There was another reason the idea of sharing didn't turn her off of the Tactician. Camilla was a sensualist. She enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh. And while she had yet to find anyone that truly tickled her fancy, she did explore and sate her hunger through her retainers.

Leo once explained that their draconic blood pushed those urges to the extreme some days.

Camilla would agree with him, though, unlike her siblings, she indulged whenever she felt such heat in her blood.

It honestly surprised her how she well she held herself back from jumping Robin while they traveled. As much as her teasing no doubt influenced Robin, that was doubly true for herself. She still remembered the day she met him and the pleased, erotic sounds coming from Scarlet. She also remembered how long her fantasies carried her through the night as she pleasured herself to the thought of Robin, imagining herself in the blonde knight’s place.

Now, with their parting soon to come, Camilla currently battled her desires that demanded she stake her own claim on Robin. Something she was sorely tempted to do.

But her commitment and duty to her home continued to overcome those desires. That wasn't the only reason, however.

Camilla truly wanted Robin to be with her, to call Nohr his home. He was different. Intelligent, handsome, powerful, charming; a true breath of fresh air in her life. He treated her with the respect her station demanded, but wasn’t afraid of her title, treating her as an equal, something that, should anyone else have done, would have earned her ire. He met her teasing with some of his own and wasn’t above pushing the limit.

It was more than her blood reacting to him. Camilla knew she was falling for him.

It’s why she feared the future. A traitorous part of her, deep within her heart, told her Robin would become her enemy. That they would cross blades on the battlefield. Such a thought troubled her.

Seeing the turmoil in Camilla’s eyes, Robin spoke up, his voice steady and his tone firm. “Camilla, I-“

"No, Robin," she said, cutting him off. "It's all right. Sometimes..." Her purple eyes met his as her lips formed a faint smile. "We must leave things in fate's hands."

Robin inclined his head, though he did so with a frown. "We can still alter fate. If there is one thing I know is certain, it's that we can challenge our fates."

Camilla's breathing hitched at such a declaration. Many would say the same, but there was such conviction in Robin's words that made her believe them. Giving his hand a squeeze, Camilla stood up from the bed. "Well then. I shall speak with the commander about Sophie and this..." She turned, looking to Robin for a name of the other soldier he was worried about.

"Charlotte. As well as her friend, Benny, I believe," he said, supplying the names.

Camilla nodded her thanks. "Charlotte and her friend, Benny. Maybe... I can change their fate, yes?"

Robin inclined his head and stood up. "Then, while you're speaking with the outpost commander, I'll make sure we are ready to leave."

As Robin was about to exit the room when Camilla stopped him suddenly. Before he knew it, a pair of soft, luscious lips pressed up against the corner of his mouth. Camilla lingered for a good, long moment before finally pulling away.

'Yes,' Camilla thought. 'I wish to be selfish this one time. Consequences be damned.'

She said nothing to him. She didn’t need to. The sultry and longing look she gave told him everything. She exited the room, her hips sashaying enticingly as she did and made her way to the commander’s office, leaving Robin alone in the threshold of her room.

He found it difficult to tear his eyes away from the sight.

"I think I am starting to come around to her,"came the disembodied voice of Tiki.

Robin chuckled at his Manakete lover's words and made his way to his and Scarlet's room, ready for the rest of the trip to the fort.

- FORT DRAGONFALL, KINGDOM of NOHR -

Beruka stared impassively into the night sky, scanning for any signs of her lavender-haired lady. She expected Camilla to have arrived a day ago, but it seemed her estimation was off. Now, she just had to be patient and wait.

The issue was the message from Xander she had received for Camilla.

While Beruka knew she and Camilla could link up with the rest of the company in a day or two, she would prefer to be punctual regarding Xander’s orders.

Especially if it was a punishment from the king.

Beruka heard a pair of footsteps behind her. They were hesitant, their gait slow and off beat the closer they drew near her. She recognized them, belonging to the fort’s lord commander. He was a portly General, who only earned his command because of his pedigree and elbow-rubbing among the nobility. Essentially, someone Beruka deemed uninteresting, ineffectual, and moronic.

And because of that last observation, if he ever was a future target, she may actually die of boredom. A foreign concept for a professional such as herself.

"Lady Beruka." The blue-haired assassin sent the man a glare over her shoulder, causing him to tremble in his heavy armor. "Apologies, but... When might the princess arrive?"

Beruka continued to stare at the man. This trembling grew worse as he waited for her to answer him. It felt like hours before she did.

"The princess will arrive when she arrives," she answered monotonously.

She ignored the indignant sputtering coming from the commander and turned her attention back to the skies. The moon illuminated the land, and with no clouds lingering, she had perfect vision for her vigil. Which soon paid off at the sight of two wyverns heading towards the fort.

"There," Beruka said, stepping further onto the fort’s wyvern landing. "Lady Camilla has arrived."

It didn't take long for Camilla and Scarlet to land their wyverns. As soon as the lesser-dragons landed, the lord commander was quick to move, wanting to be presentable to the first princess.

He gave her a salute and attempted to help her off of Tear. "Princess Camilla. I welcome you to For-"

"Yes, yes, Lord Commander Wult," Camilla said, cutting the man off. Her mood soured slightly at the sight of the lord commander, knowing about the man from Xander's less than stellar remarks about him. Still, she needed to be cordial. "You honor me."

The man nearly bit his tongue with the flippant dismissal the princess gave him and was knocked off his rhythm, but he recovered rather quickly. Spotting the young man and woman dismounting the second wyvern, Lord Commander Wult’s mouth formed a thin line. “Your retainer has already informed me of your arrival, and I already took the liberty of preparing one of the royal suites for you. I will need to have the servants prepare rooms for your companions, however.”

Camilla rolled her eyes. She spotted Beruka giving her a signal, one that caused her curiosity to rise. She looked at the lord commander, giving him a sharp glare. "Have them prepare the room next to mine."

Wult sputtered. Before he could bring up the impropriety on the matter, Camilla cut him off. "Before I retire for the night, there are things we will discuss, Lord Commander, regarding three soldiers and the mishandling of their placement."

She turned to face Robin and Scarlet, her tone notably gentler as she spoke to them. "We shall speak later."

Robin and Scarlet shared a look and nodded at the princess.

Camilla gave them a smile and handed Tear's reins to Beruka. "Well, Lord Commander, by your lead," she said to Wult.

The inept man stood up straight, and led Camilla, rather stiffly, into the fort towards his office, leaving Robin and Scarlet with Beruka and their wyverns.

Beruka turned to face the pair, motioning them to follow her. "This way. We have a spot prepared for your wyvern."

She didn't wait for them, instead already leading Tear to her spot to roost for the night. Robin and Scarlet followed the blue-haired assassin, noting the various looks and stares they received as they entered the fort. Out of the corner of his eye, Robin thought he spotted a fleeting shadow. The sight caused him to be on alert.

Despite that, the soldiery seemed more curious than cautious. It made him wonder if he was simply jumping at shadows. The only Nohrian who appeared to be on guard was Beruka.

That was a reasonable reaction to Robin. She was one of Camilla's retainers and, based on her words, Beruka was a devoted one. The fact that Camilla had told Beruka to wait for her at the fort while she traveled with him and Scarlet no doubt made Beruka wary of the pair.

The blank stare she sent their way every minute or two made that acutely apparent to him.

After ensuring Tia was comfortable for the night, Beruka then led them further into the fort, heading towards the wing reserved for the royal family. She stopped before a pair of ornate doors, gesturing to them as she spoke in a disinterested tone of voice. "Here are your rooms. If you require anything, then ask the servants."

Robin and Scarlet were about to thank the young woman when she pivoted on her heel and left them alone in the hall, not sparing them a further thought.

Scarlet's face scrunched up at that, obviously put off by Beruka's sudden departure. "Oh yeah, sure. Thanks, by the way! You were a real help!" Rolling her eyes, Scarlet pushed open the door to their room. "Weird how expressive Camilla is and her retainer is the exact opposite."

Robin followed her as she entered the room. Scarlet let out a low whistle, impressed by how opulent everything in the room was. Furniture made of dark wood, laced with gold trimmings and detailing. Skillfully woven tapestries lining the dark stone walls, with silky curtains hanging over the windows. A large, welcoming fireplace sat opposite of the expansive bed, which bared fine coverings colored in regal purples and magentas.

Robin had to admit it was a room meant for royalty. It made him wonder if any of the other forts in the land had rooms such as this or if this was the exception.

He and Scarlet set their travel packs down by the desk in the corner of the room. Scarlet started removing her armor, letting out a pleased hum at the sight of an armor stand nearby.

“So, what’s our plan now?” She asked as she placed her cuirass on the stand’s cross post.

Robin slid off his coat, draped it over the desk chair, and took his grimoire into his hands. Scarlet watched as he turned through its pages, waving his hand in an intricate pattern and muttered a spell. A purple and azure light filled the room, causing her to cover her eyes.

As the light faded, and Scarlet’s sight returned to normal, Robin inclined his head, pleased by what he had done. “We’ll leave at dawn. We shouldn’t push Nohr’s hospitality, even if Camilla is on our side.”

Scarlet’s eyes narrowed at his words. She nodded, understanding his worries. “Right. Don’t have to tell me twice.” She continued to remove her armor, leaving her in only her tunic, riding chaps, and boots.

Feeling Robin’s eyes on her, the blonde knight smiled and decided to give him a show. Bending over, she stuck out her firm rear, causing her tunic to ride up her curves. Lacing her fingers around the string of her thong, she shed the thin fabric covering her modesty slowly, drawing attention to her sex.

“How long until we can expect the princess?” She asked Robin, carelessly tossing her thong aside and moving over to the bed, dragging Robin along with her.

“I would suspect by the time she’s finished speaking with the lord commander,” he answered, knowing what she hinted at.

He expected Scarlet to make the first move, which she did. What he did not expect was the gentleness that she displayed when she brought her lips to his.

When Scarlet finally pulled away, she did so with a warm smile on her face. “Then I guess we can be a bit more romantic before she gets here.”

Robin pulled her close, feeling her large, soft breasts press against his firm chest. One of his arms snaked around her waist, holding her in place as he leaned in close again.

“I’m perfectly fine with that, Dame Scarlet,” he said, capturing her lips.

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Camilla pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, letting loose her pent-up frustrations after dealing with Lord Commander Wult. The talk was rather short. She effectively stated that Sophie, Charlotte, and Benny would be assuming posts here at the fort. At the mention of Charlotte’s name, Wult seemed to pale, something that Camilla picked up on and exploited.

He was quick to capitulate to her terms, not wanting to suffer the wrath of the royal family. After all, what was a snobby, jilted noble’s ire compared to that of Princess Camilla?

Now Camilla sat at the desk in her room, with Xander’s message in her other hand. Her eyes scanned the thin roll of parchment once more, ensuring she understood the contents perfectly. Xander always was precise with his wording, saying what needed to be said and nothing more, as anything less meant understandings would happen.

And misunderstandings always caused issues.

Camilla,

Father's ire is turned onto you regarding this "Interloper" you are traveling with.

Once you arrive at Fort Dragonfall, you are to leave for the city of Elford at your earliest convenience and met up with your company. Severa will explain things further.

This is to prove your loyalty to Father and give me time to calm him down. When you return, we will talk.

Please be safe.

Your brother,

Xander

Camilla released another sigh. Earning her father's ire was a dangerous thing, and not even being his child protected you from it these days. It made her following decision that much more important.

“We shall leave at dawn,” Camilla said, turning her head to look at Beruka.

“I'll have our wyverns ready, Lady Camilla,” Beruka said with a slight incline of her head.

Camilla set the small parchment down and rose from her chair. She strode over to the dresser that sat flush against the wall, all the while undressing herself. Beruka dutifully took Camilla’s armor and placed it on the stand provided to her as Camilla shed her clothes next.

The lavender-haired princess turned her head, looking at the wall standing between her and Robin. Her mind was a flurry of activity. Thoughts of what she should do, what she wanted to do, and what she was expected to do all fought to determine her next set of actions.

All of those arguments fell to the wayside, as she could see Robin’s face clear as day. From the deep purple pools that studied everything intently to the cocky, yet playful, smirk he wore.

She remembered the kiss she gave him before leaving the outpost and the feelings that stirred within her.

Her soft lips curled into a smile. "I'm going to be selfish."

"My Lady?" Beruka asked, confused by the princess' words.

Camilla looked over her shoulder at her retainer. "Nothing to worry about, dear Beruka." She pulled a rather risque negligee from the wardrobe and slipped it on, the lacy fabric fitting her curvaceous form while struggling to contain her bountiful chest. Next, she slid on a sheer thong that did little to hide her wet sex or the trimmed mound of lavender pubic hair.

Taking a robe and draping it over her form, Camilla made her way to the door. She came to a stop, turning to see Beruka following in her shadow. "Beruka, dear? Please ensure that I'm not disturbed and then get some rest. We have a long flight ahead of us and I'm sure Severa is going crazy, having to keep my company in line."

Beruka hesitated for only a moment before nodding her head. "As you wish, my Lady."

Camilla smiled and walked with a spring in her step. The hall that the royal suite resided was currently empty, allowing the princess the freedom to move unabated towards her neighbors. As she reached Robin and Scarlet’s room, she placed an ear to the door, wondering if the two might already be in the middle of an intimate session.

She was surprised she could only hear soft moans and the sounds of shared kisses. Wasting no more time, Camilla pushed open the doors and strode inside, catching the sight of a nude Scarlet sitting on top of the desk, grinding her against Robin’s bulge with her arms wrapped around his neck.

Scarlet peaked over Robin's shoulder, not really surprised by Camilla's entrance. In fact, she was rather ecstatic, much to Camilla's surprise. "Ha! Called it." Scarlet looked at Robin with a wide grin plastered on her freckled face. "You owe me two gold crowns."

Camilla chuckled as she closed the doors and slowly strode over to the desk. Robin and Scarlet watched with rapt attention, focusing on the gentle sway in Camilla's hips. "And just what were you two betting with such a grand wager as two gold crowns?" She asked.

“Whether you’d knock or barge in,” answered the blonde.

Camilla looked at Robin, who only shrugged. "I thought you'd be polite about coming here."

A smirk formed on Camilla’s face, and she dropped the robe, revealing the silky negligee. Robin and Scarlet couldn’t help but stare at the princess’ body, from the way her clothing draped her curves to the way her breasts and wavy hair bounced with each step.

As Camilla moved behind Robin, pressing her massive chest against his back. Robin saw the hunger in her eyes, the same hunger that was there before they left the outpost. As she got closer, Robin felt his throat go dry.

"Camilla?" He asked. "Are you sure?"

She lunged for him, crashing her lips into his. Her tongue forced its way past his lips, entangling itself with his, fighting for dominance. A squeal escaped her as one of Robin's hands found its way to her chest and fondled her.

Their kiss deepened while Scarlet watched on. She was using this as a test for herself, to see if she really meant what she said to Charlotte and Sophie. To her delight and her body's honest response, she did. She bit her lip and began running a hand down Robin's torso, down to his pants, where she slipped it under the hem and continued onward.

After an intense minute, Camilla willed herself to pull away from Robin. Her breathing was haggard as she took deep gulps of air, all with a proud smile. She noticed where one of Scarlet's hands moved to and licked her lips before mirroring the knight's actions. As she gripped the hem of Robin's pants and tugged them down, she locked eyes with him, making sure her intent was clear.

“I’m quite sure, Robin. I want you, even if only for one night. To make it real.” She kissed his jaw, moving down his to his neck. Scarlet did the same while sliding her body off the desk.

As Scarlet and Camilla freed his cock, Camilla purred. "Oh~, yes. I'm going to be selfish just this once." She licked her lips at the sight of the large phallus in her dainty hand. Even with Scarlet's hand gripping it with hers, there were still two to three inches left uncovered.

Camilla moved her hand to the bulbous tip of Robin’s cock while Scarlet maintained her place at the base. There was a thick drop of pre-cum dribbling out of the crown’s slit and Camilla lathered her palm in the liquid. Once her hand was properly coated and slick, Camilla rubbed the upper half of Robin’s cock, gently stroking it while Scarlet gave the lower half several steady pumps.

Scarlet peppered Robin's neck with fluttering kisses while she stroked him. Camilla was more focused on Robin's stiff rod. She could feel the heat emanating from it, making her wonder if she would get burned if she wasn't careful. The veins running along the shaft bulged with each twitch as Camilla felt Robin's heartbeat through it.

Rubbing her thighs together, Camilla grew needy, something Robin took notice of. Her breathing hitched Robin's hand slid under her thong, with a pair of his fingers trailing her hungry slit. His ministrations only caused her thighs to clamp tightly shut, keeping his hand in place as his fingers teased her.

"How naughty of you, dear Robin," said Camilla through her raspy breath.

Robin suddenly found himself turned around, with her backside resting on the edge of the desk as Camilla and Scarlet dropped to their knees, their faces hovering just inches away from Robin's throbbing cock. Camilla's visible eye hazed over in lust as the scent hit her like a stampeding horse. She only now realized just how badly her draconic blood would react to the musk of another, one much stronger than hers, as well.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Scarlet asked the princess. Camilla nodded dumbly at the question. Scarlet smirked and moved closer, flicking her tongue across the sensitive organ, causing it to twitch in response. Giving it a few more appreciative licks, Scarlet wrapped her lips around Robin's cock and bobbed her head at a slow, steady rhythm. A pleased hum escaped her as another dollop of pre-cum leaked out from the tip, coating her taste buds in his unique flavor.

Camilla heard a pleased groan escape Robin’s mouth as Scarlet got to work. She moved to the base and looked Robin in the eyes. “Yes, quite impressive~” She pressed her lips at the base of the shaft, planting a soft kiss against it, feeling the heat emanating from it as she did. Lapping her tongue, Camilla lathered up Robin’s shaft while Scarlet focused her attention on his tip.

Robin leaned his head back, enjoying the sensation of the two beauties working together. It surprised him since Scarlet was, initially, a little aggressive with the princess when they first met. Now, she worked in unison with the princess, almost perfectly.

Scarlet took her time to polish the crown of his cock, bobbing her head at different rhythms and catching him off guard. Camilla would lather up his shaft, thoroughly coating it in her saliva before she would surprise him by giving his engorged jewels the same manner of attention.

Then they would switch.

As Camilla took over Scarlet's spot, she did so almost lovingly. She could only take a few inches before meeting resistance. She took her time, bobbing her head at a slow, brisk pace, getting used to Robin's impressive length. And when she moaned, the vibrations sent pleasant shivers down his thick rod. Scarlet took one of her hands and pumped him while peppering his length with kisses and mirrored Camilla's earlier actions by giving his balls some attention, as well.

While his resurrection messed with his sense of time, it still felt like years since Robin experienced the feeling of two women pleasuring him. The last time was with Tiki and Flavia wanting one more romp before they committed to their last battle with Grima. Anna joined in later after she squared away some assets, making their last night together one to remember.

And one that Tiki enjoyed experiencing again in their shared dreamscape.

Scarlet and Camilla were certainly making this a memorable experience as well. He was sure Tiki would enjoy it next time the they dreamed together.

"Fuck~" Scarlet said as she pulled her away after nearly a minute of fellating Robin's cock. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she moved back to the base of his cock while Camilla took Scarlet's place again. "Do you know how much I had to keep myself from having Robin fuck me with this cock, Camilla? You being around made it rather hard, you know?"

Camilla planted a kiss on Robin's crown before answering Scarlet. "Oh, I know. It was quite apparent how hard I made it whenever Robin rode with me." Scarlet pouted before she continued sucking Robin's cock. Camilla moved her head to the base, keeping eye contact with Robin as she spoke. "You didn't need to hold back on my account. I wouldn't have minded watching you two."

Robin's cock twitched painfully, begging for its first release as Scarlet and Camilla continued to work as a team, switching their positions every few seconds. Robin let loose a low growl as he eyed the two, committing the sight of them greedily gobbling his cock to memory.

"Scarlet! Camilla!" He muttered in a low, husky voice.

Scarlet and Camilla shared a look before both of them wrapped their fingers around the base of his cock. They pressed their cheeks together, sticking out their tongues, pumping his cock together while teasing the tip.

"Go ahead, Robin," Scarlet said, her eyes becoming half-lidded as she once again wrapped her lips around the crown of his throbbing cock, trying her best to coax him to cum then and there.

"Cum for us~," Camilla demanded in a sultry voice before taking Scarlet's place, moaning in pleasure as she sought to take the first shot of his seed.

Robin happily obliged. Camilla’s eye hazed over gain as the first string of cum plastered her mouth. She was caught by surprise when the second followed shortly after, shooting down her throat. Camilla pulled away as the third string came, painting her face with his seed. She failed to notice his cock twitch several more times, releasing a torrent of his seed, coating both her and Scarlet, who moved in close to Camilla to get her fair share.

By the time Robin was done, Camilla felt like she had been thoroughly showered in Robin’s cum. Strings of white coated her wavy, lavender hair while thick globs had dripped down her massive chest, pooling within the valley of her breasts. Her tongue had lolled out of her mouth at some point, showing just how much cum she took from Robin before it became too much for her.

Before she could swallow the load lingering in her mouth, she was immediately assaulted by Scarlet, who crashed her lips into Camilla’s. The blonde knight’s tongue invaded her mouth, stealing as much cum as she could from the princess.

Robin felt a fire burn intensely within him at the sight. Scarlet had pulled away after a few seconds, panting heavily as a thick strand of saliva and cum bridged her tongue to Camilla's. Both beauties swallowed the thick loads, making a great show of it for their lover.

Camilla gave Scarlet a cheeky smile. "My my. How bold of you, Dame Scarlet. Who knew you were so lewd?" She then looked at Robin's still-hard cock. "And aren't you just insatiable, Robin?" Her visible eye locked on to his. Robin could practically see the lust within it.

Robin placed a gentle hand on her cheek, which Camilla unconsciously nuzzled into. Robin surprised her with a kiss, earning a lewd moan from the lavender-haired beauty. Breaking the kiss not long after, Robin gave her the same cheeky smirk that seemed to cause her heart to flutter. "Tell me what you want, princess."

Momentarily stunned, Camilla finally answered him after recovering her voice. “I want to you make love to me, Robin,” she pleaded.

"As you wish," he replied. Offering a hand to Scarlet and Camilla, both women accepted the gesture, allowing him to help them up.

Camilla moved towards the bed. As she did, she slid her hands under the shoulder straps of her negligee, letting them slide off her shoulders. The lacy lingerie pooled around her feet, followed by her thong. Laying down on the bed, she spread her legs, revealing her leaking sex, her tantalizing scent tickling Robin's nose.

Before Robin could accept the open invitation, Scarlet made her move. She planted her knees to the sides of Camilla's hips, pressing her freckled breasts against the princess' and arching her back, presenting her bare pussy as an alternative.

"Not so fast, princess," Scarlet declared. Her red eyes glared at the Nohrian Princess. "I told you, you made it real hard for me to enjoy my man's cock, so I'm getting my fix in before you get a full taste."

Camilla just smiled and took one of Scarlet's hands into her own, entwining their fingers together. "As I said, I don't mind watching, Scarlet. It just gives me something to look forward to. Plus..." Camilla raised her head, leaning in close to Scarlet's ear. "I would love to see the faces you make when Robin thrusts into you."

Swaying her ass to entice Robin, Scarlet looked over her shoulder at him, her red eyes offering a small, desperate plea. “Come on, Robin. I’m ready.”

The white-haired Tactician didn't need to be told twice. Robin took his place behind Scarlet, his rod poking at her entrance. Scarlet wasn't lying. She was soaked. Their snogging earlier must have really made her hot and bothered.

While Scarlet certainly enjoyed some roughness, it seemed that she thoroughly enjoyed some romance, something Robin would keep in mind going forward. A blushing maiden, she was not, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t someone who appreciated genuine love.

That wasn't the Scarlet in front of him this time, however. The Scarlet current in front of him rolled her hips back, sliding her soaking loins along his length. She gasped when his hands gripped her waist as he lined himself up with her entrance. He gave her a few experimental prods, noting now easily the tip of his cock slid into her.

Even with just a small bit of Robin's cock penetrating her, Scarlet failed to hold back the lewd mewls that escaped her lips, resulting in her biting her lower lip to keep them in check.

"Come on, Robin~" Scarlet begged. "Don't keep me wai-"

Robin slammed his hips forward, burying himself in Scarlet's pussy up to the hilt. Scarlet moaned loudly at the feeling of his cock filling her up. Her lips broke out into a wide open-mouthed smile as her body accommodated Robin's size.

From her spot below the blonde, Camilla thoroughly enjoyed the start of the show before her. Whenever Robin would thrust forward, Scarlet's body would follow with his momentum and rub up against Camilla's body. Their mashing breasts bounced with each thrust, their aroused nipples tickling the other's skin. Camilla even released a surprised gasp when she felt Robin's engorged balls slap against her pussy as he fucked Scarlet.

Robin tightened his grip on Scarlet. His steady rhythm increased as his hips crashed into her, causing her firm, toned ass to ripple with each smack. Scarlet could feel the tip of his cock batter her insides as it reached the deepest parts of her velvety cave.

When Scarlet felt the tip of his cock knock at the entrance to her womb, she couldn't hold back as she experienced her first climax for the night. Camilla practically purred at the erotic face Scarlet made as her body twitched and spasmed. Sweet juices squirted from her honey pot, coated both Robin's cock and Camilla's sex in the lewd liquid.

Robin gritted his teeth as the blonde's body refused to have him pull out of her. It was like Scarlet desperately tried to milk him as her vaginal walls contracted and squeezed him tightly. He growled and moved one of his hands to her back. The shift in weight pushed Scarlet further up against Camilla, surprising the two women as Robin rutted against Scarlet like a beast.

"Fuck." He grunted, amazed by the tightness of the blonde's sex that just seemed to continuously pull him further and further in. "Scarlet," Robin growled as he buried himself deep inside her.

“Don’t. Stop. AH~ Robin!” Scarlet cried out in pleasure. She was in a haze as she came down from her orgasm. Robin had become rougher as he slammed his hips violently against her ass, causing her already sensitive body to reach its limits once more. In a moment of clarity, she recognized the princess, whose smug and playful face was only inches from hers.

"Such a lovely expression on your face, Dame Scarlet," Camilla purred. Her visible eye gazed at a grunting Robin as he continued to plow Scarlet from behind.

Wanting to wipe the smirk off of Camilla's face, Scarlet used one of Robin's thrusts to push her forward, giving her the chance to crash her lips against Camilla's. While initially surprised, Camilla was all for it and passionately returned the kiss with gusto, wrapping an arm around Scarlet as the other took the knight's hand and entwined their fingers together.

Scarlet succeeded in a way, while also realizing that kiss the lavender-haired princess wasn't quite so bad.

Driven wild by the sight and sounds of the two beauties underneath him, Robin felt his desires burn intensely within him. He didn't hold back when his orgasm came. His testicles churned as large amounts of his seed erupted from the tip of his cock. He grunted as he rutted into her, a primal need to reach into the deepest parts of the tomboy knight and fill her to the brim with his seed.

White, hot cum squeezed out past Robin's cock, dribbling down Scarlet's slit and dripping down onto the bed, staining the silky sheets.

Scarlet lost strength in her core, her legs shaking violently as the waves of another orgasm washed over her. She laid on top of Camilla, nuzzling his face in the princess' neck as she tried to catch her breath. A weak whimper escaped her lips as Robin pulled out of her sensitive pussy, though she couldn't help but smile as she felt Robin's lips pressing up against her freckled cheeks.

Even Camilla shared in the intimacy as she ran a gentle hand across Scarlet's back, her nails trailing up and down the curve of Scarlet's spine. The blonde shivered at their touches. Her whole body was sensitive, and each touch caused pleasure to spike through it.

"Better, Scarlet?" Camilla asked in a gentle tone.

"Mm~ fuck yes," replied the blonde. She turned her head, her red eyes fluttering as she inched closer to Robin. Her lips met his, eliciting a moan from her. "Divines, I needed that."

Robin just smirked that same lovable smirk he had. "I aim to please."

Camilla sent him a sultry look. "And you'll your work cut out for you. I will be very disappointed if your performance is lacking if what I just watched was anything to go by."

"Don't worry, princess," Scarlet said as she rolled off the curvaceous beauty beneath her, laying on her side as she got comfortable on the mattress. She ran a hand across Camilla's taut stomach, looking at Robin as she did. "If you haven't noticed, Robin tends to rise to the occasion. It's kinda his thing."

Camilla looked down, noticing that Robin's cock was still rock hard. She licked her lips at the sight of the mixture of erotic juices that coated every inch of it. The draconic blood running through Robin's veins, including the throbbing ones running along the length of his cock, was certainly apparent to Camilla.

Even without it, she was sure Robin had plenty of stamina to work with.

As Camilla spread her legs wide and moved a hand to her pussy, the other gripped the pillow under her head tightly as a realization of the situation hit her.

She was about to give herself willingly to a man she didn’t know she would ever see again. Yet, despite that, she was looking forward to it. Her short time with the purple-eyed Tactician had been quite the experience. She ran through every point he had in his favor, and he was not found wanting in her mind.

Spreading her folds open with a pair of dainty fingers, Camilla gazed longingly at Robin, her massive chest heaving as she committed herself to accept him as her lover. While she kept things light with Beruka and Severa, Camilla was giving Robin her entire being willingly. She smirked internally at the thought of have many lords and ladies’ would be heartbroken, knowing that someone had claimed what many said was Nohr’s greatest treasure.

"Well, Robin?" She said with a husky purr. "Come to Mommy~" The anticipation was killing her. She watched as Robin gripped the base of his cock and lined it up with her slick entrance. Robin, ever the gentleman, waited for her word to continue. With a firm nod, Camilla braced herself.

She winced as soon as the tip, letting loose a small hiss as her velvety walls stretched to accommodate Robin's girth. He took it slow, however, giving her plenty of time used to his size. When he met a small amount of resistance the deeper he went, Camilla took in a deep breath and readied herself as Robin took the plunge.

A rather cute gasp escaped her soft pink lips, her luscious breasts bouncing as soon as Robin's hips crashed into hers. Her grip on her pillow tightened, her nails nearly tearing through the silky cushion.

"R-Robin~" Her gaze landed on him, a lustful plea apparent in her violet orbs.

Robin complied with the princess’ wish. He planted his hands at her sides and dragged his hips back. Camilla let out a whimper as the further he pulled away, the emptier she felt. When he finally moved his hips forward, that whimper became a moan as she felt full once more.

Robin started slowly, treating her gently as he found a steady rhythm that Camilla’s body reacted honestly to. Her cunt was undeniably tight, and he was glad that she and Scarlet had both been as aroused as they were. Add on that Scarlet’s orgasms coated his cock with plenty of her juices made fucking the Nohrian Princess that much easier.

Camilla moaned as Robin maintained his rhythm and she unconsciously rolled her hips to meet his, trying to push those last few inches into her. She enjoyed the feeling of him bottoming out in her, feeling the tip of his cock reach deep inside her.

From her spot on the right of the princess, Scarlet watched as Robin fucked the lavender-haired beauty. It was quite the sight, tracking the movements of his hips, how his large cock disappeared into the princess’ royal pussy. She found it hard to tear her eyes away from the enticing sight of the massive mounds that bounced with each thrust and licked her lips at the inviting pink pebbled nubs.

Robin seemed to have the same idea as he leaned down and latched his mouth onto Camilla's left tit. Camilla mewled at the stimulation as a teasing grin appeared on her face. "Yes~ That's it. They're all yours~"

Scarlet inched closer to Camilla and soon copied Robin's actions, claiming the other tit as her own.

"S-Scarlet!" Camilla cried out in surprise, not expecting the blonde knight to latch onto her like that.

Scarlet was surprised herself initially. Was it the situation she found herself in? Was it her own amorous desire and pent-up frustrations spilling out? Scarlet found that she didn't care too much at the moment. She accepted that she's more than willing to share in the fun with another woman.

At least if it was someone she found herself taking a strong liking to. And Scarlet had grown to like Camilla over the course of the last few days.

As Scarlet came to terms with the shift in her sexual proclivities, Camilla dealt with her mind growing hazy as Robin pulled his mouth off her nipple with a wet pop and upped the tempo of his rhythm, only to switch it up with a series of powerful thrusts that shoved his thick cock hard into her before switching once more.

"Yes." A lusty smile formed on Camilla's face as she wrapped an arm around Robin. Scarlet pulled away from Camilla's breast, allowing the princess to do the same with her other arm, pulling Robin close to her. "You're going to ruin me, Robin."

Scarlet moved in close, a knowing smirk on her face as one of her hands trailed down Camilla's body towards her pussy. Her fingers reached Camilla's clit, grazing the sensitive nub and causing Camilla to moan at the sudden stimulation.

Camilla’s legs clamped themselves against Robin’s body, nearly wrapping themselves around his waist, preventing him from pulling out of her. A thin sheen of sweat formed on both of their bodies, causing them to glisten in the warm light of the candles scattered about the room.

"Kiss me, Robin." Camilla said in between breaths. "Claim me. Make me as yours. Completely yours." Whether through the throes of passion or her draconic blood reacting strongly to their coupling, Camilla meant what she said.

Robin leaned his head in close, just stopping shy a few inches from her lips. "As you wish, princess."

He captured her lips, earning a throaty moan from the princess. She pulled the Tactician deeper into the kiss, locking her arms around his neck, preventing him from breaking away.

She could practically feel the vibrations of Robin's guttural growl through her bones. Something within Robin shifted, something primal. Something powerful. And he expressed that through his body.

His cock viciously plowed into Camilla’s royal cunt. Camilla felt as though her body was getting reshaped with each thrust. Her core burned, and recognizing her impending climax, Camilla reacted. Breaking the lip lock and burying her face in the crook of his neck, Camilla struggled to speak through Robin, constantly slamming his cock into her, and her unsteady breathing. “Robin~ AH! I’m close.”

Her words spurred him on. Camilla's vision swam with stars. Her hold on Robin tightened. She could feel his cock tense and grow inside her pussy. He was just as close to climaxing as she was. The thought of sharing such an intimate moment made her heart skip a beat. In fact, her blood demanded it.

As well as staking her own claim.

When the first wave of her orgasm hit, Camilla pressed her lips against Robin's body, where the neck connected to his collarbone. Then she bit down, hard enough to draw up a trickle of blood.

The action caused Robin to grunt and bury his cock deep inside her as he was driven to match his climax with hers. Thick strands of his seed erupted from the tip of his cock, painting Camilla's insides white. When Robin tried to pull his hips back, Camilla wouldn't allow it. Instead, she wrapped her legs around him and held him in place.

Camilla's eyes fluttered as more and more of Robin's hot cum filled her up. She swore that if his cock wasn't acting as a stopped, then it would all spill out onto the silky sheets of the bed. It felt like hours before Robin stopped rutting her, though Camilla could have cared less. She was more focused on basking in the warm she felt from his body as he pressed up against her.

Her legs finally gave out, falling limply onto the bed. Her arms nearly did the same, though through sheer will, she maintained her grip on Robin, keeping him close to her, even if it was weakening by the second.

"Wonderful~" Camilla said in a low, shaky tone. She licked her lips, cleaning them of Robin's blood, savoring its flavor. "Simply wonderful, Robin." Her womb churned with his seed and the thought of baring a child flashed briefly through her mind. She entertained the thought for only a moment, not wanting to think of the future ramifications of this night.

Not now, at least.

A pair of lips pressing up against her neck broke her out of her thoughts. A pleased moan escaped her lips as Robin showered her with gentle affection. Her eyes fluttered open, spotting a smirking blonde in front of her.

"Well?" Asked Scarlet, her knowing smirk growing wider by the second.

Camilla returned the smirk with a smile of her own. “I am very well pleased.” Her hands ran through Robin’s snow white hair, curling several thick strands in between her fingers. “I can’t remember ever feeling this way,” she said. “My retainers certainly know how to help me scratch certain itches, but they can’t reach the ones Robin did.”

"As I told Scarlet." Robin pushed himself up, gazing down at Camilla and Scarlet. "I aim to please."

The two beauties shared a smile at that. Camilla turned to look out the window, noting that the moon had begun its ascent as several bright stars dotted the night sky. "Well," she said, turning back to look at Robin. "The night's still young." She pulled herself up, pressing her lips to Robin's. "And you, my dear Robin, are still quite eager for more."

Her eye became half-lidded as she gazed upon him. "So am I~"

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"Fuck~ It's so fucking deep! Robin!"

Scarlet furiously rode Robin's stiff cock. Her large freckled breasts bounced wildly with her movements. As soon as Robin pulled out of a freshly fucked Camilla, Scarlet wasted no time and jumped him on the spot. Camilla laid next to the pair, thoroughly enjoying the show if the sound of her fingers pumping her cum-filled pussy were anything to go by.

Scarlet had to admit it was a rather erotic sight. But her attention was focused on the man laying beneath her.

She had been riding him for the past ten minutes and he showed no signs of exhaustion. Scarlet, however, had to keep herself propped up by placing her hands against Robin's chest. His chest that was marred with light scratches from whenever his cock hit the one spot that drove Scarlet wild.

The blonde tomboy had already came several times since she started and she knew Robin was intentionally doing it to drive her mad with pleasure.

Scarlet's ass clapped against his thighs as she slammed down on Robin's thick cock, eliciting a lewd moan from her and a hard grunt from the Tactician.

"AH~ So. Fucking. Good," Scarlet said with each wet plap.

She squeaked when Robin's hands groped her ass and forced her to bury his cock deep inside her. Once her pussy lips kissed his base, Robin guided her movements, making her rock her hips back and forth before letting her take back control.

Camilla hummed, enticed by the sight of the wyvern knight ride the dragon in human skin with gusto.

"Quite enthusiastic, yes?" She casually looked over at Robin and the pleased smile on his face. Shifting her body on the bed, Camilla gently placed a hand on Robin's cheek and engaged him in a passionate kiss.

Scarlet felt a heat rise within her as she watched her lover and the princess snog as she was in the middle of riding him. The whole situation was far different from what she would have expected, but she didn’t care. She stared to imagine what it would be like with Tiki joining in, or maybe Flavia.

Scarlet felt that she and the Eastern Khan would make it a competition.

The thought stoked the fire in Scarlet’s core even more. She would ensure she had the stamina to match the khan when that time came.

Robin broke away from Camilla's kiss, wincing as his balls ached for their next release. His hands moved up Scarlet's curves and gripped her hips tightly. Scarlet let out a surprised sound, which turned into a throaty moan as Robin held her in place and thrusted his hips upward.

“R-Ro~bin!” she squealed in delight at his sudden roughness. “Fuck, fuck, fuck~” He slammed into her hard, shooting his thick load deep into her hungry cunt. “YES!”

Scarlet's back arched, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as the corner of her lips curled into a cock-drunk smile. Robin slowly pulled her off his cock. She shuddered as the sensation of his still-hard cock scraping the sides of her highly sensitive walls.

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Camilla wrapped her soft, luscious mounds around Robin's cock. After three rounds with Scarlet and Camilla, his cock was thoroughly lubricated, making it easy for the princess to slide her tits along its length.

She found it rather naughty that she was giving her skin a healthy coating of hers, Scarlet's and Robin's juices. The wet sounds of her tits slapping Robin's crotch made the entire situation even dirtier to the princess.

"How do my massive breasts feel, Robin?" She asked, locking eyes with the man as he sat on the edge of the bed. "These royal mounds are the envy of every noble lady in Nohr. I should know. They can't help but send me such jealous glares."

Camilla was quite proud of that fact, and quite surprised that despite having what was considered the largest breasts in the kingdom, Robin’s cock was still large enough that his crown poked out past the valley of her breasts.

Robin struggled to keep his breathing steady, unable to answer the lavender-haired beauty as she worked her magic. It was clear she had no experience using her breasts to pleasure someone -something Robin felt honored by for being the first- as Camilla took a minute or two to pick up on his subtle reactions.

Applying a small amount of pressure, Camilla used her luscious mounds in earnest, finding a steady rhythm that caused Robin's breath to hitch.

Finding his voice, Robin finally answered the Nohrian Princess. "A-Amazing."

Camilla let out a melodious giggle. "Do you love how soft they are? How even they can't fully envelope your delectable cock?" She slowly raised her breasts, maintained eye contact with Robin, and then slammed them back down before repeating the process. "Or maybe you love the First Princess of Nohr servicing you like your personal cock-slut? Having me on my knees? Or maybe you love that you can take me however you please~"

There was a steady trickle of arousal leaking from Camilla's hungry cunt. Her vulgar words, while meant to drive Robin wild, unintentionally did the same for her.

Not that Camilla minded one bit.

Scarlet roused herself up, recovering enough from her ride, and took a spot behind Robin. She looped her arms around his neck and snuggled him, nuzzling her cheek against his. Her tired eyes focused on the princess and watched as the glorious orbs smacked Robin's groin.

"Damn. That's a pretty sight," Scarlet commented.

Camilla smiled at Scarlet's words. While she was used to many jealous glares and less-than kind whispers, it made her day hearing another woman seem to praise her mature anatomy.

The only others that did so were her sisters and Corrin's salmon-haired maid, Felicia.

Just the thought of her sisters joining her this night played to a certain kinky side of the lavender-haired princess. For now, she simply buried such fantasies and continued to focus on the searing cock sandwiched between her breasts.

Licking her lips, Camilla leaned forward and wrapped her lips around Robin's crown as she continued to pump the shaft with her tits. The grunts and moans coming from Robin encouraged Camilla to push him closer to the edge. As she blew him, lewd, sloppy sounds come from her mouth. Her tongue flicked across the slit at the top of the tip, scooping up a small dollop of cum that oozed out of it.

Mix it with a combination of Camilla and Scarlet's climaxes, and Camilla was devouring an erotic cocktail that she wanted more of.

The moans that she released sent pleasant vibrations along Robin's shaft, bringing him to the edge like Camilla wanted.

"Princess." Robin unconsciously raised his hips, trying to seek out the pleasure that was causing his body to quiver.

Camilla pulled off of Robin's cock with a wet "pop" and stared him directly in the eye. "Cum for me, Robin," she commanded. Her rhythm increased, filling the air with sounds of her tits slapping Robin's wet crotch and slick cock. "Mark me, Robin~ Paint me with your cum."

Lust filled her purple orbs as she stared at Robin. "Fuck my tits. Fuck these royal tits until you cum for me~"

Robin felt his control slip at that moment, and complied with Camilla's wishes.

The first thick string of cum shot out of his cock like a geyser. It arched high into the air before letting gravity take control. The first string landed on Camilla's face, with several large drops splattering on her tips as the second jet of cum shot out.

“Yes~” Camilla cried out victoriously. “Cum for Mommy~” She came as soon as the first string of Robin’s hot seed landed across the bridge of her nose, going from cheek to cheek. The sensation rocked her body as she unconsciously continued to pump Robin for all the seed currently churning in his balls.

The fact that it he still had a large quantity to give meant that Camilla's morning flight might might be delayed as she and Scarlet wouldn't be getting much sleep if they wished to appease the human dragon she was kneeling before.

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As Camilla basked in the warmth of Robin's cum on her silky skin, draping her body across the bed as she gathered her breath, she was in the prime position to watch Robin take another turn with Scarlet. But that wasn't all. No, the best part, in Camilla's mind, was the way Scarlet wanted Robin to take her.

"Robin! You're splitting me in- oh fuck~ In two!"

The reason? Scarlet had stood on shaky legs, placed her hands against the stone walls of their room and bent her body forward, presenting her ass to the Tactician.

Robin wasn’t one to turn down such an invitation. It didn’t help that while Scarlet swayed her firm ass enticingly, sending Robin a challenging smirk. Robin was sure to take it nice and slow, teasing her anus for nearly a minute before pushing his cock into her.

Scarlet let out a series of weak whimpers as she took him inch by inch. Robin only made it halfway before meeting too much resistance. Even when his cock was thoroughly coated in the arousal and saliva of two beauties, Scarlet was too tight to take him all the way.

Scarlet asked Robin to take things slow, a wish he would comply with. With light thrusts, Robin fucked Scarlet's tight ass at a steady pace. Scarlet was incapable of speech, as her brain was overloaded by the sensations of Robin's thick rod invading her tight ass. The sensations of Robin's thick cock penetrating her asshole seemed to be too much for the blonde at the start.

But Scarlet was tenacious, and after a minute or two of her ass getting used to such a large object pushing its way inside her, Scarlet had soon taken more and more inside her with each thrust.

Which led to what was happening now.

Robin's hips crashed into Scarlet's rear, filling the air with the sounds of her ass cheeks clapping with each impact. While Robin wasn't rough with her this time, Scarlet didn't mind. She just wanted to cum again from her lover's ministrations.

"Divines. Robin. You're ah ah making me crazy!" Scarlet declared as she rolled her hips back to meet his.

"You're-" Robin grunted as he found some difficulty pulled his hips back as Scarlet seemed unwilling to let him go. "You're not making it- Fuck! Making it easy, Scarlet."

“Oh, ah~ yeah?” Scarlet looked over her shoulder, sweat dripping down her brow, as she locked eyes with Robin. “Do you want to fuck-“ She gasped as Robin bottomed out inside her. She could feel him rearranging her guts with each thrust. “Fuck ah~ my ass every day?”

She let out a gasp as Robin hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her close before pressing her up against the wall. Her breasts mashed against the cold stone as her hard nipples scrapped each divot and flaw in the masonry. Scarlet was forced to stand on her toes as Robin increased his speed, fucking her ass at a brisk pace.

Robin leaned in close to her ear, growling as he did. "Think you can take it every day."

Scarlet laughed at that. She knew what he was doing to her, and she loved every bit of it. “Guess we’ll find out~” Her erratic breathing matched her wildly beating heart. “Mmph~ We’ll have plenty of opportunities tomorrow.”

Robin mulled over the idea, becoming more and more willing to experience the blonde knight's body. He realized that both he and her would have plenty of time together to sate their growing arousal for each other.

Scarlet's breathing hitched as Robin pulled his hips back to where only the tip of his cock remained inside her before slamming into her hard, like a wyvern tackling another. She came again. Her insides clenched tightly as her orgasm ran through her body. Her anus latched around Robin, forming a tight seal around his meaty cock as he started filling her bowels with his seed.

She nearly lost her footing and had to rely on Robin to keep her standing. Not that she minded at all. He did have his powerful arms wrapped around her as he molded his body to match the curve of her back.

As Scarlet basked in the afterglow of her anal fucking -and considering how hard it might be to sit on Tia's saddle tomorrow- Camilla sauntered up behind Robin.

"Robin, dear," she said with a purr. "I still need you~"

Scarlet huffed, annoyed by the princess' intrusion, but understood her desires.

That, and Robin still had yet to soften at all, though Scarlet expected that. He left her bow-legged the first time they fucked.

She almost laughed, remembering that Camilla had intruded on them that time too, as well as over an hour ago.

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"Ah! Mmph! Robin!"

The sounds of the bed creaking filled the room, mixing with grunts, moans, and slapping skin as Robin, Scarlet, and Camilla all gathered on the bed. Scarlet laid limply on her back, her chest rising and falling slowly as she recovered from her last round with Robin.

Camilla, however, was currently getting plowed from behind. Laying flat on her stomach, her massive breasts pressing into the soft mattress beneath her while she held a pillow close, her body was getting rocked by Robin, who still had plenty of energy to burn.

Camilla pressed her face into the pillow, effectively muffling the lewd sounds escaping her lips. Even now, Robin was scratching that deep itch within her, hitting all the right spots, some that she didn't even know she had. Her long, wavy lavender-colored hair was a messy, cascading down her sweaty back and spilling out onto the mattress.

"Robin~" She buried her nose into the pillow as Robin buried himself into her gushing pussy. "Ro-" He pulled out and went right back in, forcing Camilla to gasp in surprise. "BIN~"

Her ears picked up the sound of his heavy breathing. Turning her head to the right, she saw how close his face was to hers and the look of satisfaction on it as he continued to fuck her.

"You're hitting my weak spots, Robin," Camilla remarked as the tip of Robin's cock scraped up against one such spot. "Mmm~ Just like that."

Camilla battled the lust-filled haze in her mind, trying to keep her focus but finding great difficulty doing so. She had wanted Robin to claim her, just like he had with Scarlet. Like he no doubt did with Tiki and Flavia and Anna. And she got her wish.

“I’m close.” Camilla said in a desperate tone. “I’m so close, Robin~” She gripped his hair and pulled him close, crashing her lips into his. She forced her tongue past his lips, engaging him in an oral dance of dominance.

Each time his tongue ran across hers, her body shivered. Every time his thick cock rammed her pussy, reaching deep into her velvety cave that he had thoroughly reshaped to be his. Camilla lurched forward as Robin rutted into her.

"Robin~" A lewd smile formed on her face as she stared blankly at the bed's dark wood headboard. "Cum with me. AH~ Cum with Mommy~"

Robin bit back a deep growl. "Fuck! Camilla!"

"Robin!" she cried out as she was overtaken with ecstasy.

With one last deep thrust, Robin came, filling Camilla’s womb for a second time that night. The Princess of Nohr could only make raspy gasps and throaty moans as string after string of Robin’s hot seed painted her insides white.

After several light thrusts, Robin pulled out of her pussy. The sensation was too much for him, resulting in an aftershock to hit him. Two thick strands of cum erupted from his tip, landing on the back of Camilla's head, with several dollops splattering her wavy locks.

Feeling his cock rest between her ass cheeks, Camilla playfully bounced her hips, teasing the Tactician into taking her one more time.

Only to be stopped by Scarlet, who leaned against Robin and took his cock into her calloused hand. She shot the princess a dirty look, one that let Camilla know it was her turn again.

Camilla just smiled and gave Scarlet a flirty wink.

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A gentle calmness settled in the room. The scent of sweat and sex hung heavily in the air.

An exhausted Robin rolled onto his back, nestling his body between Camilla and Scarlet. After several intense rounds, he needed a moment to catch his breath. The two tired beauties at his side joined him, taking a spot on each arm and pressing their bodies against his. Robin gently wrapped his arms around them, pulling them closer to him as they laid together.

"We've certainly made a mess," commented a tired Camilla as she scanned the room.

The bed was an absolute mess, with stains marring nearly every inch of the silky sheets, from corner to corner. Along the floor were several small puddles of cum that spilled out of Scarlet and Camilla's freshly fucked vaginas when Robin pulled out of them. Some walls even had a few stains whenever Scarlet or Camilla moved over to them.

Furniture was pushed aside, chairs knocked over, rugs turned over, curtains and tapestries nearly torn from their rods.

Camilla sympathized with the servants, knowing their work was cut out for them once Robin and Scarlet left the fort.

"I'm going to enjoy a nice, hot bath when we wake up," Scarlet said as she nuzzled against Robin's chest, basking in his natural warmth.

"A shared bath does sound rather wonderful," replied Camilla, as she trailed a hand along Robin's musculature, tracing each rise and fall of his abdominals.

Robin quirked a brow. "Just a bath, right?"

Camilla chuckled, filling the air with her melodious sounds. "Yes. As much as I would wish otherwise, dear Robin."

The idea was a tempting one, but Camilla had to follow her brother's orders. As much as she wanted to spend more time with Robin, and by extension, Scarlet, she didn't want to risk earning more of her father's ire.

Or for Robin to gain any more negative attention than he already had.

It hurt, however, to know she may never see him again. Such a dreadful thought was one she wished to ignore.

Instead, Camilla wished to enjoy being in the arms of the man she had determined to be the one for her. Her blood resonated with his so strongly, she doubted she would ever react in such a way with another.

Fate was fickle with wishes, no matter whose they were.

As Robin's hand trailed the curvature of her spine, Camilla looked at him. He wore a content expression as he stared off at the ceiling, obviously deep in thought. She found comfort in the softness of his face, in the serene calm in his shining purple orbs. Many of Nohr's nobility wore stern or cold expressions most of the time. Not even her older brother, Xander, was exempt from that, though the saving grace was how quickly that cold exterior would melt whenever he spent time with her or any of his siblings.

With Robin, his eyes always carried an intense focus, especially in a spar or fight. They held a hint of curiosity whenever something piqued his interest, and there was a certain spark when his mind was thoroughly stimulated. She already knew she loved that smirk of his as it spoke volumes, from his confidence to his playfulness. That smirk was just as adaptable as he was.

Releasing a dainty yawn, Camilla snuggled into Robin, resting her head on his shoulder and ensuring she was comfortable for the night. The trio didn’t even bother with a comforter or sheets. The night was warm enough, as the summer heat filled the room, making the use of extra sheets or coverings rather stifling.

Camilla focused on Robin's breathing, unconsciously matching it as they laid in bed. Despite spending several hours being intimate with one another, sleep had yet to claim them.

This allowed their minds to wonder and questions to form. One of which Scarlet wanted to voice.

“So...” she said, getting Robin and Camilla’s attention. Eyeing the princess, Scarlet asked the question that was burning in her mind. “Mommy, huh? I didn’t realize that the first princess was kinky like that.”

Camilla wrapped a leg around Robin's as she gazed at the blonde knight across from her. "Robin didn't seem to mind." Her gaze shifted to him as a playful smile graced her lips. "In fact, I can say he rather enjoyed it. Quite the lewd beast I've laid with." Her attention returned to Scarlet, with purple eyes meeting red. "And as if you are one to talk, Dame Scarlet~"

Scarlet had the decency to blush at that, knowing what the princess was referring to. Scarlet was definitely going to be sore in the morning.

Robin shook his head as he listened to the byplay happening between the two beauties in his arms. That didn't stop him from smiling, though.

"It is rather surprising," Robin stated. He knew that nearly everyone had a kink of some kind. Tiki enjoyed having him nibble her ears or to bite down on the spot where her neck connects to her collarbone. Flavia sometimes turned sex into a form of competition, though she enjoyed getting dominated during those times. Anna's was certainly unique.

She enjoyed being intimate in public, making sure those around her were none the wiser. Robin still remembered several deals she struck while she had him take her from behind, with a curtain drawn to hide him from view. High-risk trading, she called it.

"Still, I won't lie." Robin looked at Camilla with that same smirk that drove her crazy for him. "I did enjoy it."

Camilla gave him a soft smile and moved in for a chaste kiss. "As did I." She laid her head back on his shoulder, lazily closing her eyes as she placed a hand on his chest. "This was a night to remember. One that will never leave my heart."

Scarlet watched the interaction. A sad smile graced her lips as she realized what Camilla was feeling currently. In a surprised gesture of camaraderie, Scarlet reached over and took Camilla’s hand. She gave it a gentle squeeze before giving Robin a tender goodnight kiss. As well as one for Camilla.

As the two beauties fell to soft whispers of sleep, the candles dying at the ends of their wicks with the moon's light streaming through the window, Robin laid awake. His hands raked across Scarlet and Camilla's forms, tracing every curve. He gazed softly at the two, noting how Scarlet seemed to enjoy snuggling, and Camilla still carried a level of grace in her sleep.

"She looks rather peaceful," came the soft voice of Tiki.

'Agreed,' Robin mentally replied.

"Scarlet is quite adorable as well. Though, I'm not really surprised. It just fits her," she observed through their link. "You need to sleep, Robin." Her voice was full of concern, though Robin could pick up on the subtle chiding in her tone.

'I'll join you soon, Tiki. I just had a lot on my mind.' He wasn't lying. This was the last night to determine what he would do in this land. He needed as much time sorting through his thoughts on the matter.

Robin had finally come to an answer as soon as Tiki made her presence known.

"I know, my love." Tiki, the ever-mature Manakete, made sure that her feelings and thoughts on the matter came through clearly. She understood what he had chosen to do. "Promise me that you will be safe."

'I will, Tiki,' he replied, his conviction apparent in his thoughts and the bond.

"Good. Then sleep, my love. We can discuss our plans together," Tiki replied, her words a gentle order rather than a suggestion. "Besides, you seem to have quite the memory to share with me."

Robin smiled and slowly closed his eyes, allowing sleep to claim him at last. 'As you wish.'

- KINGDOM of NOHR, COUNTRYSIDE -

Camilla and Beruka sped through the air, racing through the skies as the princess was determined to meet up with her second retainer and her company as soon as possible. Letting out a yawn, the princess was still rather tired from last night's events, her body sore but practically glowing. She was just glad she could still sit on her saddle without little issue.

Unlike a certain blonde knight.

The thought of said knight soon drew Camilla's thoughts to the odd pair. It had been several hours since she parted ways with Robin and Scarlet, and while her heart ached at the loss of their companionship, it didn't hurt as much as she thought it would.

A part of her even felt hopeful that they would one day meet again.

Raising a dainty hand to her soft lips, Camilla remembered her parting gift to Robin. She even shared a heated kiss with Scarlet, catching the blonde Wyvern Rider off guard with her actions.

"May fate treat us kindly, dear Robin," she said into the wind, imagining his handsome features and trademark smirk.

Gripping her reins tightly, Camilla spurred Tear to speed forth northeast towards Elford. "Come, Beruka!" She called out to her retainer. "We have Hoshidans to punish and I don't wish for Severa to have all the fun herself!"

As Camilla raced forward, Beruka silently complied and followed after her lady.

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Heading northwest, Robin sat behind Scarlet as they rode Tia through the air. They were making their way to a small village several leagues away from Fort Dragonfall.

Glancing at Robin over her shoulder, Scarlet spoke up. "So, we're going to do this?"

Robin gave her a firm nod. "Yes. Something is wrong with Nohr, with this entire war, and many will suffer because of it. We need to determine what exactly is happening and do our best to lend our aid. And if we can, earn the trust of Prince Xander and the rest of the royal siblings. We'll need all the help we can get."

Scarlet was silent for a moment before a wide, toothy smile formed on her freckled face. "Alright, then!" She held her axe in the air, showcasing the mosaic Exalt Brand embedded on both sides of the weapon's head. "Look out, Nohr! The Shepherds have arrived!"

Robin smiled at the blonde's enthusiasm and pride in her words. His confidence matched hers as he spoke. "Right. It's time to tip the scales!"

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A Hero's World
CH 043 - The New Routine
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- HEIGHTS ALLIANCE 1-A, U.A. UNIVERSITY, MONDAY -

[Morning! Today's forecast calls for blue skies.]

The sound of a keyboard filled the air of the Heights Alliance kitchen, followed by a steady drumbeat which quickly shifted to an upbeat rhythm as a chorus of strings, a guitar and a bass joined in.

Izuku bobbed to the music, lip syncing as he rolled up the sleeves of his school uniform and started a new brew of coffee. It was one of those songs that Mr. H felt the need to play whenever it seemed like people needed a little bit of happiness to start their day. Turning to look over his shoulder, Izuku certainly agreed with his mentor's sentiment.

Sitting at the island was Eri, who was situated in Shoka's lap. While the little horned-girl couldn't understand the lyrics, the beat -as well as Izuku's infectious attitude and upbeat movements- helped convey the feelings of the song. Even BK and RK, who had accompanied their humans this morning, joined in with their own addition to the song whenever they could, a sure sign of their familiarity with the song.

[-And don't you know, it's a beautiful new day? Hey~]

Izuku swore Eri had the faintest hints of happiness flashing through her ruby red eyes. She was even bobbing her head along with the music, even if she was off rhythm. The song was working its magic.

Moving down the counter, Izuku took two trays of food, filled with his, Shoka, Momo, and Eri's breakfast, and placed them on the island right as Momo herself came down the stairs with SK in her arms. She let out a melodious giggle as she watched Izuku continue to move with the music as he set down everyone's meal before going to fill several bowls for the Kats.

[Mr. Blue Sky is living here today, hey~]

"Sing it, Izzy," Shoka called out with a playful smirk.

Izuku, seeing the curious and pleading look on Eri's, broke down what little argument he had against his gray-eyed girlfriend's request and broke out with the chorus, all with a bright smile on his face.

"Mr. Blue sky, please tell us why, you had to hide away for so long [so long]. Where did we go wrong?" Seeing the pleased grin and beaming smile on Shoka and Momo's faces respectively, Izuku let the song continue on without him, moving to repeat the chorus as he went over to the fridge to take out the jug of apple juice that Lunch Rush had sent over to them last night. The guitar soon strummed an upbeat riff, causing Izuku to mime its actions as he got lost in the rhythm. Knowing what the next verse was, Izuku brought over a now-filled glass he made for Eri, his green eyes focusing on her as he placed the drink in front of her.

"Hey you with the pretty face, welcome to the human race!" With a quick boop to Eri's nose, Izuku returned to his coffee detail, going through his mental list to prepare for the inevitable flux of his course mates coming down for their brews.

Eri kept watching Izuku move to the rhythm of the song, unconsciously mimicking his movements in Shoka's lap. Eri looked up at the raven-haired young woman, feeling Shoka's arms wrap around her as she hummed along.

Momo had let SK join BK and RK on the island and moved over to the counter, grabbing their bowls as Izuku continued to work. She moved with graceful, measured steps as even she was getting into the swing of things.

As the next chorus arrived, the throuple treated Eri to a pleasant combination of their voices, with each of them taking their own line to sing.

"Hey there, Mr. Blue."

"We're so pleased to be with you~"

Look around, see what you do."

[Everybody smiles at you.]

Shoka saw that Eri wanted to join the song in her own way. So Shoka held out her hands in front of the little girl and clapped. Eri stared at Shoka in confusion at first, looking for guidance from the gray-eyed student. Shoka simply clapped again at a steady pace with the song, prompting Eri to follow her example.

Izuku caught the sight of Momo joining Shoka and Eri out of the corner of his eye, causing him to smile at the scene. He was glad he started the day this way. Eri had difficulty sleeping in her new room, which, due to her dependency on him, was in the room right next to his. His on-suite bathroom was expanded a bit to allow for easier means to reach Eri, in case she ever needed him.

Last night, she had grown too afraid of sleeping on her own and immediately moved over to his room. He took the spot on the floor while he had Eri take his bed. She had checked on him several times, poking her head over the mattress' edge to make sure he was still there before finally succumbing to the call of the night and finally drifted to sleep.

[Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why, you had to hide away for so long] Meow~

The freckled hero student chuckled as BK, RK, and SK had their own moment of stardom, as Eri turned her attention to them as the final chorus of the song picked up. Izuku shared a look with Shoka and Momo, an unspoken agreement forming between the throuple as the ending lyrics came.

"Hey there Mr. Blue."

"We're so pleased to be with you."

"Look around, see what you do."

"""Everybody smiles at you."""

While the lyrics had ceased, the song continued, filling the air with faint ‘Ahs’ and hums as the instruments continued to work in concert with each other while the guitar took the lead. As it did, Izuku pulled the finished pot of coffee out of the maker and filled the cups with the Café Wildkat house blend, making them specifically to the desires and tastes of himself and his girlfriends.

As the song slowed down, Eri continued to listen, growing a little saddened that it was almost over. Even then, the song ended on what she could only think was a cheerful note.

[Mr. Blue Sky~]

Izuku set down Shoka and Momo's drinks and took his place at the island as another song played through his phone's speakers. The group of four dug into their breakfast, enjoying the comfortable atmosphere of the quiet dorm.

Taking another sip from his cup, Izuku tasted the warm brew as it rushed over his taste buds.

And apparently, he wasn't the only one who enjoyed it.

"Holy shit... How the hell does it taste that good?" Banjo asked.

"I think we should be more concerned with how we each have a cup of coffee now," Two remarked dryly.

There was a loud sipping sound ringing through Izuku's mind, causing him to freeze in place at his spot at the island.

"Who cares!?" Nana exclaimed. Izuku could practically feel her beaming smile as she spoke. "Izuku! More coffee, please!"

Momo, noticing that Izuku was staring off into space, grew worried. "Zuzu? What's wrong?"

Izuku blinked several times as he tried to make sense of everything. Ignoring the existential thoughts for later, he shook his head and tapped a finger against his chest, right over his heart. "Nothing. Just learning that Mr. H's brew is apparently good for the soul."

Momo and Shoka's eyes widened at that, their minds short-circuiting at the realization. After several seconds of silence, Shoka finally found her voice. "You know, I shouldn't be surprised..."

Wanting to push past any existential thoughts, and ignoring the constant sipping sounds coming from the vestiges, Izuku wanted to gauge how Eri was feeling about the first half of her day. "So, Eri," he said after taking a bite of his eggs, getting the little girl's attention. "Are you ready to meet with Nezu here in a bit?"

Eri gave him a tentative nod. She understood she was meeting the chimera to see where she was education-wise, something that Aizawa and Nemuri explained to her yesterday after her meeting with Hound Dog. She would be away from Izuku for a while, and the initial thought terrified her, but she remembered how she had to be brave while meeting Hound Dog. This was a similar circumstance.

At least she liked Nezu. His fur was really soft looking, and she had wanted to pet him like she did with BK.

Shoka took a sip of her coffee and added her own input. "Ayano texted me earlier. She'll walk us to Nezu's office and help keep an eye on Eri here, while Nezu does his thing."

"Who's Ayano?" Eri asked.

"My big sis," Shoka replied with a smile.

A look of surprise flashed across Eri's face. "You have a sister?"

Shoka bobbed her head from side to side. "Well, I call her my sister, just like she calls me hers. We aren't related, but that doesn't matter to us."

Eri released a soft ‘Oh’, taking a moment to ponder the gray-eyed beauty's words.

"Did she say when they should be done?" Izuku asked, sparing a concerned glance at Eri.

Shoka shrugged in response. "She said it could take a few hours at least, but she wasn't too sure. She thinks Nezu is going to be pretty thorough with his testing, though." Shoka held up her hand and pointed to her boyfriend and girlfriend. "Which, based on what you two have told me, tracks."

Izuku and Momo slowly nodded, a far off look in their eyes as they remembered their last session with the white-furred dean. Thankfully, Eri missed the looks, being more focused on her breakfast rather than them.

“I’ll be sure to make her a cup of her usual before we meet up with her then,” Izuku stated, after shaking off the memories of his and Momo’s lessons under Nezu. He took a few more bites of his breakfast before going back to the coffeemaker, starting the first round of coffee for the early risers.

"On that point," Momo said, drawing everyone's eyes to her. Her own onyx orbs gazed softly at Eri, giving the little girl a soft smile as she spoke, "If you have any extra work that Dean Nezu assigns you, I am more than willing to assist you with it, Eri."

Eri was unsure on what Momo meant, though she still nodded. Seeing the confusion on her face, Shoka leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Momo means that she'll help you out with any homework Nezu gives you. She's real smart. Her and Izzy both are."

"Oh," Eri simply replied.

"I don't think Nezu will give you any homework today," Izuku stated. "I bet he just wants to see where to start on your education."

With his piece said, Izuku returned to his brewing. Eri seemed to have a better understanding about her upcoming meeting with the university dean, and that's what mattered to him.

Wanting to know more, Eri asked Izuku and Momo a series of questions about Nezu and what they thought she might be learning. Momo, ever the scholar, grew excited and happily answered all of Eri’s questions, with Izuku adding his own input now and then.

Shoka just smiled at the conversation happening, though her mind was elsewhere. She absentmindedly poked at her meal, trying to gather her thoughts about how to bring up a certain blonde engineer to her boyfriend and girlfriend.

Shoka knew Momo had an inkling of what was going on. Momo was rather observant, a trait the heiress said she gained from the many times her parents took her to their company, wanting to show her the ropes in case she ever wanted to take over at some point. Momo had learned to pick up on certain subtleties regarding a person's expressions and demeanor through that.

Add on her love of romance novels, both general and adult, and Momo had a good understanding of when someone was attracted to another person.

Izuku, however, while observant as Momo in some ways, still had issues getting a read on people. Shoka knew that was mostly because of his previous interactions with others and how they affected his mindset. She and Momo still caught moments of him wondering when the other shoe would drop.

Both she and Momo made sure to reinforce the fact that they do, in fact, love him whenever those moments happened. It helped, and those moments were diminishing to a rarity rather than an uncommon event, but Shoka still hated seeing those moments of doubt in him.

A part of her even blamed herself to a degree. She still hadn't forgiven herself for dropping out of contact with him during her time away from Ayano and the people they hung around.

Even if Izuku had.

Outside of that, Izuku had other worries. Ever since the sports festival, Izuku had his focus on other things like a math-obsessed villain taking over Shibuya, inheriting a haunted Quirk and legacy, and now an adorable little unicorn he rescued from the streets that had latched on to him. Shoka couldn't exactly blame her boyfriend for missing the fact that Melissa was crushing on them -him in particular- hard.

Shoka paused her thoughts to look down at said unicorn still sitting in her lap. Eri continued to eat her breakfast, though she was thoroughly distracted by Izuku making coffee while softly singing along with his music. Shoka found it impossible to not smile at the scene. The fact that Eri seemed comfortable enough to let Shoka hold her made the gray-eyed student feel increasingly warm inside.

Despite Eri being a complete surprise, just the brief interactions Shoka had with Eri made her glad Izuku found the little girl. She was adorable, and she would fight anyone who said otherwise.

Turning her eyes away from Eri, who was slowly trying to match Izuku's movements, Shoka looked at her phone, her mind going back to Melissa. She thought of when would be a good time for her, Izuku, and Momo to talk about it and just what their shared mindset would be. Her mind went back to what she and Izuku had just discussed regarding Eri and her sister.

'That could work. Take the scenic route to the classroom after dropping Eri off,' Shoka thought.

"Sup people." Came Kyoka's voice as she descended the stairs. The throuple gave her a wave and their own form of greeting. As Kyoka entered the kitchen area, she spotted Eri and gave the little girl a small wave with her ear jacks. one that Eri returned, albeit tentatively. Kyoka held out a hand as a cup of coffee slid across the island's counter and into her waiting palm. Taking her first sip of the brew, Kyoka let out a pleased hum and raised the cup, toasting Izuku. "Thanks, Greenie."

"No problem, Kyoka," Izuku said as he returned to prepping the next cup.

Kyoka perked up at the music coming from Izuku's phone, bobbing her head to the rhythm with a pleased grin on her face. She spotted Eri doing the same and looked from her to Izuku, going back and forth several times before a plan formed in her head.

It was time to influence the bet.

"I see someone's enjoying her first step into music," Kyoka stated, before taking a sip of her coffee. "Are you liking your pop's taste so far, Little E?"

Eri seemed startled by Kyoka's question and curled in on herself, unconsciously moving closer to Shoka and hiding half of her face in the raven-haired student's modest bust. Kyoka scratched her cheek, unsure of what to say or do to make the little horned-girl feel comfortable. She wasn't used to being around little kids.

Yesterday's introduction to Eri really hammered home the point about how scared and out of her element she was. While everyone in 1-A kept a respectable distance from her, only giving her a smile and wave after a brief introduction, Eri mainly stayed by Izuku, and occasionally, Shoka and Momo. After Izuku explained who Kyoka, Shinso, Shoto, Iida, and Himiko were, Eri seemed to relax, though she still had moments where she seemed ready to hide from them if she needed to.

Shoka gave Eri a comforting hug with her one arm, coaxing Eri to relax. It took a few seconds, but Eri relaxed enough to finally answer Kyoka’s question. “Mhm. I liked the first song, though.”

"I can replay it if you want," Izuku said, already tapping his phone's screen and restarting the first song.

Eri perked up ever so slightly as the opening to the song started. Kyoka snorted, though the smirk on her face said it all.

"Yeah, already started her on the good stuff. Nice work, Pops," she said, taking her cup of coffee over to one of the dining room tables.

Izuku, Shoka, and Momo saw Kyoka was quietly singing along, rapping her fingers to the beat of the drum before strumming an air guitar. Eri mulled over Kyoka’s word choice, staring intently at the punkette as she repeated the word Kyoka used for Izuku in her mind.

As Kyoka enjoyed her coffee, the sounds of their coursemates coming down the stairs, signaling the true start to the day for Izuku.

With a fond smile, Izuku took one last sip of his coffee before he started pouring the cups for his friends. "Well, time to get back into the routine."

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After finishing their breakfast, Izuku, Shoka, and Momo left the dorms with Eri and BK in tow, intent on making it to Nezu's office before the rest of the student body entered the main university building. There were a few students out and about, namely those in the Business Course or the General Education Course, and the ones that saw Eri walking closely alongside Izuku while holding his hand simply cooed at the sight and moved along or they ignored the small group all together.

As they reached the main entrance of the campus building, they saw Ayano waiting for them. Her usual stony expression softened at the sight of Shoka and grew even softer when she laid eyes on Eri.

"It's good to see you all," Ayano said, greeting the throuple and Eri. "And this must be the darling little Eri I've been hearing about."

Eri poked her head past Izuku's leg, getting a good look at Ayano, studying the dark-haired woman in front of her. "A-are you really Ms. Shoka's sister?"

Ayano’s lips curled into a proud smile, though she understood what was really on the little girl’s mind. “Yes,” she said. “Shoka is my darling little sister, even if we aren’t related by blood.”

Despite the answer, Eri was still hesitant. That is until BK moved over to Ayano and perched himself on her shoulders. The action caught her off guard, as the only other Kat that interacted with her was RK, but a look from Izuku told her all she needed to know.

Eri saw Ayano had BK’s approval and slowly inched her way out from behind Izuku’s legs, though she still held on tightly to Izuku’s hand.

Ayano gave the little girl one last smile before adopting a more business-like demeanor. "Now then, Dean Nezu is waiting for us." She moved closer to the main campus building's doors, causing them to open automatically for her. "We shouldn't keep him waiting. He's been quite eager to see Eri."

“That I have!” The sudden appearance of the chimera caused everyone but BK and Eri to jump in surprise. “It’s not every day I get to use my other qualifications to help shape a young and open mind.”

Shoka tilted her head to the side after hearing that statement and voiced her surprise and confusion. "You're qualified to teach elementary kids?"

Nezu smiled as a playful glint flashed in his beady eyes. "Indeed, Ms. Sakurane. I'm highly qualified to teach all grades, as well as several highly advanced placement courses for both middle and high school level students. I'm quite proud of my educational capabilities."

Clapping his furry paws together, Nezu moved to stand in front of Eri, looking her in the eye. “Now then. Eri, would you be alright with being away from Mr. Midoriya for the time being? Today I simply want to see what all you know, as well as formulate an appropriate lesson plan for you while you are our ward.”

Seeing the little girl grow worried at the prospect of separating from Izuku, Nezu was quick to assuage her fears. “Not to worry, little one. You will get to rejoin Mr. Midoriya, Ms. Sakurane, and Ms. Yaoyorozu around lunchtime.” He craned his head up to look at Izuku. “That is when I’ll be done with my assessment. I’ll have Lunch Rush send your lunches to the lounge area so Eri doesn’t have to deal with the crowd of students in the cafeteria, or, if you would like, you have permission to eat in your classroom if your friends wish to join you.”

Izuku nodded, grateful for the dean's foresight. "Understood, sir."

"Now, Eri." Hearing her name, Eri focused on Nezu. "Would you kindly join Ms. Komachi, BK, and I as we head to my office?" Nezu shot a knowing look towards the throuple. "I believe that these three have something rather important to talk about with each other."

Izuku sent a curious glance to Shoka and Momo as they all shared an understanding look. It was scary how much Nezu seemed to know most days.

"Well then! You three better get to it," Nezu chirped happily. "By the way." Nezu pulled out an envelope from behind his back, a knowing smile on his face as he handed it to Izuku. "This is for you. I doubt you'll need it, but your performance has gained the favor of some influential people. Do with it what you will."

Izuku stared at the envelope, both curious and concerned about its contents. Nezu's smile didn't help matters, but Izuku took it anyway, at the very to be polite. He then crouched down to Eri's level and focused on her. "Alright, Eri. Just like Nezu-sensei said, it's only going to be for a few hours. They'll pass by in a flash and then you'll see us again. I promise."

Eri gave the freckled hero student a tentative nod. "O-okay." She slowly reached out and wrapped her tiny arms around Izuku. She found herself in his warm, comforting embrace, and each passing second made it harder for her to let go.

After a moment of hugging, Eri pulled away and stepped back towards Nezu. She gave Izuku, Shokas and Momo a small wave as she followed Nezu and Ayano into the building.

As they disappeared down into the entryway, Izuku turned to face Shoka and Momo. "So, what do we need to talk about?"

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Melissa stared at her phone screen, waiting for someone to speak up. Her heart was beating loudly in her chest, enough so that she could hear it in her ears. Melissa was undoubtedly nervous when she got the video call from Izuku, and when Shoka and Momo appeared alongside him.

She was honestly expecting to get a call from them at some point. If not today, then sometime later this week. The fact that they called her this early made her worry about how quickly they must have discussed the situation and already decided on what to do.

And she was terrified at what their answer would be.

So, imagine her shock when her worries were essentially tossed aside by the three.

"Well, we're all flattered, really," Izuku said. "I guess I just didn't see it happening at all." Melissa heard Shoka snort at his words while Momo giggled. "That explains you calling me Izu, at least."

Melissa groaned, burying her face in her free hand. "In my defense, I didn't think I would slip that easily." She leaned back in her chair and stared at her lab's ceiling. "And, I'll be honest, I wasn't expecting this to happen. Last relationship I was in was pretty vanilla, so I'm out of my depth with," she absentmindedly waved her arm around in the air, "all this."

"Welcome to the club," Shoka remarked amusedly. "We're kinda going with the flow here."

The engineer smiled meekly at Shoka's words. "So... You all are really open to another joining?"

"Someone else? No," Momo replied. "You yourself, however, very much so. We just worry about the fairness of it all. After all, you are a video call away, and I know while I enjoy our calls, I would enjoy seeing you every day in person much more."

""Same."" Izuku and Shoka said as one

Melissa let out a light chuckle. The heavy feeling pressing down on her was slowly being lifted away. Soon, a sigh of relief escaped her lips.

"Melissa. Are you okay with this?" Izuku asked.

The blonde smiled at his concern, her body warming ever so slightly at his words and consideration. It was an important question to ask. After all, she was about to jump into something that was already established. Levels of trust and care that had grown and flourished between three people.

And Melissa was willing to dive in headfirst.

"Yeah. I am," she answered resolutely. "Call me crazy-"

"We all are," Shoka remarked with some added snark

Melissa shook her head and rolled her eyes, but still smiled. "But I'm willing to see where this goes. If you all will have me, that is."

The line went silent. Melissa bit her lip as she waited for any kind of response from the three on the other end. She imagined that Izuku, Shoka and Momo were having their own little discussion, coming to a final consensus on the matter. Her nerves were getting to her as she anxiously waited for their answer.

“Well then,” Izuku said, “we must be pretty lucky to have a beautiful brain like yours wants to mix in with us, Melissa. Let's give it a shot”

"Same, Izu," Melissa replied with a bright smile on her face. "I guess that makes this next decision a bit easier to figure out."

"And what would that be?" Momo asked, arching a curious brow at Melissa's words.

“Well... I got an offer from Nezu a couple of days ago,” Melissa explained. “He said that if I wanted to transfer, I can work towards becoming a Support Hero. I would get a chance to take classes with you all while also getting more lab work done. He’s also going to make sure all my credits transfer over so I can still get my master’s.”

After her explanation, Melissa saw that her three new lovers -a thought that caused quite a reaction in her- all seemed to have varying expressions on their faces, though they all had something in common. Utter, begrudging acceptance.

"So that's his plan," Izuku muttered.

"It's scary how much that fits him," Shoka added.

"Indeed. Purely a Nezu move," Momo remarked.

Melissa blinked owlishly at them, unsure what to make of their words. "Um, you guys? Everything alright?"

Izuku shook his head to clear his mind before answering her. "Yeah. Sorry. Just Nezu being Nezu, apparently."

“Ah.” Melissa nodded at that, not yet fully understanding them, but rolling with it for now.

She was soon caught off guard by bearing witness to Izuku's 'Hero Nerd Mode,' as he began gushing over her. "Still, I can't believe he sent you an offer like that! It's amazing, Melissa! With all the gear you can make, you'd be an amazing hero!"

"I would have to agree. It's quite the offer," Momo said with a demure nod. "I look forward to you joining us."

"It is pretty sweet," Shoka said. She then followed up with an important series of questions. "You'll be actually joining us, right? Like joining our group, or are you skipping ahead?"

Melissa couldn’t help but smile at their acceptance of her joining them if she took up Nezu’s offer. It made the decision that much easier to make, knowing that the three people she had grown attracted to and trusted believed in her, never once questioning if she could even handle it without a Quirk.

She looked at her desktop computer and pulled up the email Nezu sent and reread it, making sure she didn’t miss any important information. “The offer is to join you guys in 1-A, though I’ll have to take remedial training classes to catch up to you all. After that, my time will be divided. Monday I will join you guys for Heroics and then Wednesday I’ll be in the Support Labs, and then Friday will be back to training with you all again.”

Her eyes went over the email once more, finding one line that stood out. "Nezu wants me to undergo a performance exam when I arrive, though." She shrugged her shoulders, finding the request understandable. "It says that the exam is divided up into three parts. One focusing on my physicality, one on my skills as a support engineer, and one testing my martial abilities. Funnily enough, no written exam."

“Didn’t you say you already have a bachelor’s? Nezu probably thought it might be a waste of time, but who knows with him?” Remarked Shoka.

"You're not too worried?" Momo asked the blonde.

Melissa shook her head. "No. I have a decent enough workout routine I stick to. I can probably ask Uncle Might to help me plan something a bit more intensive to make sure I pass the physical, and I know I'll pass the one showcasing my engineering. The last one might be tricky, though. I mean, I do have some training in karate and kick-boxing under my belt. I even have some firearms training, too."

Shoka quirked a brow at that. "How did that happen?" She asked.

“Since some heroes use firearm-based support gear, Dad wanted me to have a thorough understanding of how they worked and to gain a level of respect for them,” Melissa explained. She reached for her bag at the edge of her desk, dug through it, and pulled out her wallet. She produced a lamented card and held it to the camera. “I’m even licensed to carry back in the States.”

"At least you have a varied skill set," Izuku said with an impressed nod. "I'll say it's possible that Nezu may have you go up against the faux-villains he fought against during our entrance exam."

"It could also be similar to my experience in the Recommendation Exams," Momo remarked thoughtfully. "They focused more on the individual first and then tested us all together at the end."

Izuku gave Momo's suggestion some thought, giving her a slight nod. "Either way, we can at least try and help you figure things out, Melissa. If anything, he's probably expecting either Momo or I to fish for information."

Melissa gave the brainy pair a grateful smile. "Thanks, you two. I appreciate it."

"Speaking of our future rodent overlord, what did he give you, Izzy?" Shoka asked her freckled boyfriend.

"Oh, right. He said I earned it for my performance during the sports festival." Izuku dug through his pocket, producing the envelope Nezu gave him earlier. He quickly tore along the top edge and pulled out two tickets. "Huh... tickets for the I-Island Expo."

"I didn't even realize they gave those out that freely," Melissa remarked, honestly confused by Izuku having the tickets.

"But Nezu said you wouldn't need them." Momo brought a finger to her chin, lightly tapping it as she mulled over the chimera's words and actions. "He could mean that another opportunity would come along. I know my parents receive tickets every year, one for the both of them and then an extra for me should I want it. I don't believe they are planning on attending this year, so I might be able to convince them to pass their tickets along to me."

"Nezu does seem like the type to know who’s who in things like this," Shoka sagely remarked.

Melissa, while only having a limited interaction with the Hero University dean, found herself believing the trio’s offhanded remarks about him. And if she were honest, it was terrifying how much he seemed to know. She shook her head, banishing the terrifying thoughts about a possibly omniscient white furred chimera.

Right now, she wanted to think about how she would have the chance to spend time with Izuku, Shoka, and Momo and show them around I-Island in a few weeks.

"Well, I'm just glad I'll get to see you all sooner than expected," Melissa chirped happily. "I guess this can kind of count as a first group date for us."

Momo nodded with an excited smile on her face. "And there is, of course, the formal dinner on the first night of the expo." There was a bright gleam in her eye as she faced Izuku and Shoka. "We'll need to go shopping for dresses and a suit for you, Zuzu."

Izuku slumped his shoulders. "But I have a suit."

Momo and Shoka gave him unamused stares, which caused Melissa to chuckle at the by-play happening on her screen.

"Yes, you do, but if I'm honest, Zuzu, it's rather... dated. The one I purchase for you will replace it soon enough. It does little to bring out your shining emerald eyes and clashes with your fluffy locks," Momo continued.

"Sooooo." The trio turned their attention to Melissa. "Should we coordinate, or can I still use the dress I bought earlier? My dad is one of the key speakers this year, so I had to be prepared."

"We'll coordinate with you," Shoka said. "No reason to throw away your look when we can adjust ours to work with yours. Just send me or Momo a pic and we'll figure it out"

Melissa shot the gray-eyed hero student a thumbs-up. "You got it."

Izuku shook his head fondly, accepting the situation for what it was and rolling with it. "We'll get back to you later, Melissa. We only have a few minutes to get to class and we don't want Aizawa-sensei to get on our case."

"No worries, Izu." Melissa shooed her hand at the camera. "Go on, shoo! Go and be good students."

"Yeah, yeah, senpai," Shoka remarked with a playful smirk. "Later, Melissa."

"We will speak again soon," Momo added with a friendly wave goodbye.

Melissa's phone returned to the home screen as her friends-turned-significant others, ended the call. She just stared at the background image of her and her father, taking in everything that had happened in the last ten minutes. As she leaned back into her lab chair, Melissa let out a long sigh.

"They said yes." A bright, beaming smile broke out on her face. "They accepted me."

Her mind then went to Nezu's offer. It was rather generous, and one that meant he put his faith in her. Not many Hero Schools would be willing to accept someone who is Quirkless into a Hero Program. Getting into the Support and Business Courses? Yes, easy enough.

Most schools were just hesitant to give a Quirkless individual the chance. Even back in the States, it was rare to hear about a Quirkless Hero, but they did appear every so often and did good work, even if they weren’t well known.

They just had to work harder and smarter.

Something Melissa was willing to do.

"Uncle Might said it would be difficult," Melissa said aloud. "But he believes in me, and so do Izu, Shoka, and Momo."

Melissa sat up straight and turned to her computer. She opened a folder named 'Open Projects' and scrolled through her files before finding another folder. The mouse cursor hovered over the file as Melissa took a moment to gather her thoughts. Soon, blueprints appeared on the screen, each one a small piece to a larger puzzle.

She smiled at the thought that these plans would come to life. Years spent developing a dream, countless hours dedicated to redesigning every aspect when new materials were made available, many sleepless nights running numbers and simulations while making rudimentary versions of the support gear to make sure everything worked to scale. All of that work would now come to fruition.

‘I’ll need to let Dad know,’ Melissa thought as she closed the project folder. It made sense to tell him as soon as possible, but then she remembered that recently, he had been coming rather stressed. At first, Melissa thought it was because he was a key speaker for the expo and also presenting several projects alongside his partner and team, but things like that rarely bothered her father.

No, there was something else on his mind that seemed to weigh heavily on his mind. Melissa thought back to when he started showing signs of something being wrong. The earliest that came to mind was about a few days after he talked with Uncle Might.

She had noticed that his partner, Sam, hadn't visited since then either.

Deciding to tell him tomorrow when he had a day off from the lab and preparations for the expo, Melissa turned her attention to another project she had on her mind. Looking through her files, she found what she was looking for. Clicking the folder, she brought up a blueprint of Izuku's headset, followed by an amplifier she designed based on old notes made by her and Izuku's father.

“It’s possible to overclock his Quirk, utilizing its energy. The issue is giving it a way to release that boosted energy safely.” Melissa looked through the readings Izuku provided her, both before and after gaining One for All. With the extra boost One for All provided him, her idea was to break through his Quirk’s limits and provide more power to his Psychs should he need it.

The issue was, as she said, a safe way to release that energy without it blowing up in Izuku's face.

“He’ll probably only use this boost for a select few of his Psychs, like Excalibur and Orbit, based on how frequently he uses them.” As she verbalized her thoughts, the blonde realized where to start. “A glove that can take the amplified energy and act as the conductor and release point!”

Something else came to her mind just then. Moving over to one of her lockers, Melissa took out a small metal box, cradling it in her hands like precious cargo. She moved back to her central workbench and set the box down, undoing the latch to reveal a red, twisted bracelet tucked inside a black cushion.

Melissa took out a small hairband from her pocket and pulled her long, wavy hair into a ponytail. She then took the bracelet out of its box and examined it with a critical eye as her thoughts ran a mile a minute. "The Condenium can handle a good deal of recoil, but Izu isn't going to be throwing hard hitting punches like Uncle Might just yet." Moving back to her computer, she brought up a design program and got to work.

The image of a specialized gauntlet formed in her head, one that would fit Izuku's needs while giving him an edge. While she could only make one gauntlet for him for now, it was a start.

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A set of white-furred paws lept off the docked ship within one of I-Island's docks. The unexpected passenger of the ship watched the workers as they moved crates and supplies off of the ship. After a moment of watching the back and forth, the furry passenger left the docks, drawing the eyes of one dock worker who noticed its presence.

"Hey! Who let a cat down here?"

Ignoring the confused workers, the cat slipped past an open gate and ran up a ramp leading to the city-proper. The scent of the ocean assaulted its nose as the evening sun shined down from the bright blue, open skies, bathing its cream-colored fur in a warm light.

The cat looked at its surroundings, taking in the sight of the sleek, advanced city. A cacophony of sounds grabbed its attention down the street. Several citizens of the island were directing another group of workers, setting up for the upcoming expo. While the cream-colored cat didn't know why they were working, its attention shifted as the scent of freshly cooked food wafted in the air.

Moving down the street, the cat came across a small ramen stall. Sniffing the air, the cat took several careful steps closer as it picked up the scent of freshly cooked meat.

"Hey! How is Melissa's order coming along?" Came the voice of one of the cooks working in the stall's tiny kitchen.

"Almost done. Finishing up her noodles now," answered the other. "Been a while since she ordered this."

The first cook shrugged. "You know her. She must be holed up in her lab working on something."

The cat listened in on them, mostly to keep track of them as it inched closer to a piece of chicken sitting on the counter. When one of the cooks turned their back, the cat lunged for the chicken and darted off behind the stall.

It happily ate its meal, devouring the piece of meat with gusto, when a man on a scooter drove up to the stall. The cat bit down into its meal and darted behind a pile of trash as the scooter's rider called out to the cooks, "I'm here for the order!"

"Comin' up!" One cook emerged from the stall and handed the rider a tightly sealed container.

Even then, the cat could smell a delectable aroma. It lapped out its tongue, tasting the air as the deliveryman tucked the container safely into a bag on the back of his scooter. Once the food was secured, the deliveryman kicked up his stand, revved his engine and began making his way down the street.

Along with an extra passenger as the cream-colored cat had leaped onto the bag as soon as he left. A rush of wind ran through the cat's fur as the scooter raced down the streets. At the pace the scooter was going, the cat and deliveryman found themselves at the laboratories of I-Island's university.

The deliveryman set his stand and turned to grab the container of food when he finally noticed his passenger. He moved his hands in a shooing motion, though the cat barely reacted. "Hey. You can't be bumming a ride off me. Shoo!"

The cat stared at the man, making him feel rather small. As the doors to the labs opened, the cat hopped off the bag and darted under some bushes near the entrance. The deliveryman rubbed the back of his head, but put the cat out of his mind as Melissa exited the building, now in a pair of navy-blue coveralls with the top half worn and wrapped around her waist, revealing a slightly dirty shirt.

She quickly handed the deliveryman the payment for her meal, plus a generous tip, and took her food back inside within seconds.

"Thank you!" She popped her head back out the doors, remembering her manners before disappearing back inside.

With the cream-colored cat trailing after her.

Dumbfounded at how fast everything moved in the last minute, the deliveryman shook his head, choosing to focus on his next job, instead.

Inside the building, Melissa had returned to her personal lab and made her way to her central workbench, with her unintended furry companion slipping past the closing door. As Melissa switched between working and eating, the cat found itself a perch, watching the blonde engineer with keen, blue eyes.

An hour had passed since it began its observations. The cat made note of several tools that Melissa used and where she put them. It grew more and more interested the more it watched, even leaving its initial out of the way perch to get a closer look as Melissa assembled several components together, making the frame of a piece of gear.

Melissa held two ends of the emerging frame together in her gloved hands and looked around her desk. “Where did I put the soldering gun?” With her free hand, she shifted around several notes, hoping to find the tool she needed without having to let go of her grip on the frame.

A muffled meow came from her right, and Melissa turned her head to it. The cream-colored cat was sitting on her desk, its extremely fluffy tail waving excitedly as it held the soldering gun by the grip in his mouth.

Melissa couldn't help but smile at her surprise assistant and accepted the soldering gun with an appreciative smile. "Thanks for that."

She took a second to get a good look at the cat. Its cream-colored fur was a little dirty, indicating that it might have been a stray. Despite that, it was fluffy, mostly around its tail, collar and the sides of its jowls. Inquisitive blue eyes stared into hers with Melissa, noting a unique detail with the cat’s fur. Around its eyes were patches of white, with a small strip across the bridge of its muzzle connecting the two patches, making it seem like the cat was wearing a pair of glasses.

Melissa turned her attention back to her work and quickly soldered the pieces of the frame together. Nodding her approval, Melissa turned back to the cat who studied the project. Seeing that the cat appeared to be rather thin, Melissa looked at her half-full bowl of ramen as an idea struck her.

"I know it's not cat food, but I'm sure there's something I can give you while you're here." Looking around, Melissa found a clean bowl she was using to keep a bunch of nuts and bolts together. Dumping the contents into another container, she then scooped out a couple of noodles and a generous helping of pork and placed it into the bowl.

"Here you go," she said, placing the bowl in front of the cat, who accepted the meal with an enthusiastic meow.

Melissa smiled as she watched the cat devour its small meal. Still feeling a bit peckish herself, Melissa took her bowl into her hands. While her ramen had grown cold, it was still warm enough for her to enjoy it with her new companion.

Once the two finished their meals, Melissa moved the bowls out of the way and gave the cat an inquisitive look. "Want to stick around?"

The cat moved over to the blonde engineer, rubbing its head against her body. Melissa responded by gently petting the cat with a smile on her face.

"Alright then," she said as she sat back down at the workbench. Looking over her project, she sent the cat another curious look. "Think you can be my assistant for a bit, too?"

The cat displayed another sign of intelligence and gave Melissa an affirmative meow, ready to aid her.

- MELISSA'S LAB, I-ISLAND, TUESDAY -

Melissa slept soundly at her desk, her light snores filling the air as the cream-colored cat laid next to her, releasing a series of soft purrs. Books and single page notes littered the engineer’s central workbench, with bare bone components scattered across the room. A pair of bowls teetered near the edge of Melissa’s workbench, remnants of yesterday’s dinner sitting in a small, cold pool of broth at the bottom of one while the other appeared thoroughly licked clean.

This was the sight that David Shield stumbled upon when he came to check up on his daughter. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight as it reminded him too much of his early days starting out at Toshinori's support tech.

He carefully stepped across the room, not wanting to ruin any of the various notes and blueprints that covered the floor as he made his way over to his daughter. Once he was close enough, he gently nudged her shoulder, causing her to rouse from her slumber.

"Rise and shine, Melissa," he said softly.

The blonde engineer stared groggily at her father, her brain taking several seconds to note his presence. "Oh. Morning, Dad." Her eyes scanned her desk, looking for her glasses, which she set aside before laying her head down. The cream-colored cat woke up during the search, causing Melissa to apologize. The cat didn't seem bothered, and even went to fetch Melissa her glasses, which she took gratefully. "Thanks, girl."

David huffed in amusement. "It's been a while since you've pulled an all-nighter," he said. "I also don't remember you getting a cat."

Melissa turned to the cat in question and gave it a soft pat. "It just sorta happened. I don't think she belongs to anyone, and she's been a rather helpful assistant."

David let out a hum and took another look around the room. His eyes landed on the skeletal frame of a gauntlet resting on the middle of her workbench, and he grew curious about it. "So, what's the project this time?"

Melissa raised her arms and stretched, releasing a satisfied sigh as her bones popped. "I finally have a good idea for that support gear for Izu. Him, Shoka, and Momo are going to be coming to the expo, so I wanted to have this ready to surprise him."

As David studied the frame, he latched on to one thing in particular that his daughter said. "Izu, huh?" He turned to look at her and saw that she froze up. "Something you want to tell me?"

"Um... Well.” Melissa twirled a lock of her hair with her finger, struggling to not make eye-contact with her father. She knew this would be slightly awkward to explain to him, on top of telling him about Nezu’s offer. “I may have kinda sorta startedarelationshipwithIzuku,Shoka,andMomo.”

David stared at his daughter, waiting for his brain to process what he heard. “Oh.”

Melissa gave him a sheepish smile while waiting for the rest of his response.

“And… This is something you want?” David asked.

Melissa gave him a firm, confident nod. “Yes.”

The elder Shield didn’t reply right away. Instead, he stared at his daughter’s expression with a critical eye. Melissa didn’t falter. With a hum, David just smiled and turned his attention back to her project. “Alright, then.”

Melissa blinked owlishly at her father, her mouth agape as she tried to respond to his complete acceptance on the matter. “Just like that?”

David nodded. “Yep. Just like that. Toshi vouches for him, plus I remember all the stories Hisashi shared about him when he was a kid. That, and you’ve been smiling more ever since you started talking to him again.” David turned around, looking his daughter in the eye as a fond smile formed on his face. “It’s the same smile you had when the two of you were pen-pals. Shoka and Momo seem like a pair of nice young women too, and you seem to enjoy”

Hearing his explanation caused Melissa to sigh in relief. “Although…” She tensed up as she realized he hadn’t finished saying his piece. “I do find it odd. I honestly didn’t think you would be open to a relationship like that.”

David turned back around to look at Melissa. "But you are an adult and you can make your own decisions." He brought his daughter into a hug. "As long as you are happy, then so am I."

Melissa wrapped her arms around David, squeezing him tightly as an elated smile appeared on her face. "Thanks, Dad." The blonde engineer decided that there was no better time than now to bring up Nezu's offer. "There is something else..."

David pulled back, holding on to Melissa's shoulders as he looked her in the eye, a knowing smile on his face. "Nezu sent you an offer."

Melissa blinked at that, the gears in her mind turning. Suddenly, she remembered her earlier talk with Izuku, Shoka, and Momo. "Alright. That tracks. I take it he sent you an email, too?"

"Yeah. I read it last night. Took some time to think about it before coming here to talk to you about it," David answered. He gave her shoulders a comforting squeeze. "Again, you're an adult, Melissa. You can make your own decisions."

He stepped back and moved over to her desk, gesturing to her computer. "So, how about you show me this suit you've been working on?"

"Of course you know about that, too," Melissa grumbled. She moved over to the desk and sat down, tapping away at her keyboard and bringing up her personal project file as her furry assistant climbed onto her shoulder. "How long?" She asked, curious about her father's answer.

"For a while. You've had the habit of falling asleep at your workbench with your notes scattered around for years." David turned and gestured around the messy laboratory, while giving his daughter a cheeky smirk. "I was curious what you were working on one day and saw the notes in your personal work journal."

He turned his attention back to the computer, pointing to the blueprint for a pair of sleek, armored boots. "And I recognize these designs. I remember when you would come to me with the most random engineering questions some days, asking me about certain applications or references to work with."

Melissa hummed in thought, tilting her head at her father's words.

David looked fondly at her. "You weren't exactly subtle about it. Your mom was the same."

"I vaguely remember her saying that she just didn't have time for bullshit," Melissa replied. She also remembered her mother saying that if she didn't make the first move, she might have lost out on the chance to be with her father.

Granted, it was only a week after her parents met that her mother asked her father out, so blunt would probably be the best word to describe her. That, and determined, but mostly blunt.

David broke out into a fit of laughter. "Yeah. That was her, alright."

Melissa felt her father place a hand on her shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. Even though it had been six years since her passing, both of them still felt the loss that the Shield matriarch left in their hearts when she passed.

It was one reason Melissa was hesitant to bring up the offer to become a Support Hero. She didn’t want to cause her father any more worry. She didn’t want to leave him alone. But his words echoed through her mind. He accepted she was her own person. In fact, he easily accepted everything.

She smiled, relief washing over her as she pulled up more of her blueprints for her and her father to look over.

David let out an impressed hum as he scanned over every little detail behind Melissa's blueprints. The suit itself was well designed, though he concluded that was mostly due to his daughter spending years refining every aspect. The suit itself was a high-end bodysuit, designed in a way to provide light protection with maximum mobility. To offset the low defense, there were a pair of gauntlets, boots, hip and back plating, a chest piece with two pauldrons connected to it, and a helmet added to its design. Each piece was sleek in its design, with features included that would ensure Melissa was on par with low to mid-tier Quirks, at the least.

"What sort of offensive or capture capabilities do you have?" He asked, still studying the blueprints.

Melissa moved to another folder, bringing up a new file, which displayed a unique-looking handgun. David didn't show any sort of reaction to it, having designed a few firearms himself for several heroes state-side. It made sense to him that his daughter would design something to give her even the slightest edge.

He read through her notes and ran over every detail of its mechanics and inner-workings. The weapon itself was capable of several firing modes, though none were inherently lethal. Even the Pro Hero, Snipe, saved lethal rounds for situations that desperately required them. His other rounds were similar to what Melissa had designed her hers, ways to capture, wear out, or incapacitate villains.

David gave his daughter a proud nod. "Nice work, Melissa." He peered at her out of the corner of his eyes. "How much testing have you done with some of these?"

"Everything has been tested thoroughly, at least individually. I used a lot of them for several projects for my classes, but I made them in a way that they can be used in conjunction with one another without major overlap or conflict," Melissa explained seriously.

David turned his attention back to the screen, bringing a hand up to his bearded chin. After studying each blueprint one last time, he turned back to Melissa with an eager smile on his face. "Well. We better get started. We should be able to finish this before you have to leave."

Melissa smiled but hesitated. "But what about the expo? You're still pretty busy with that, right?"

The elder Shield sighed as his shoulders slumped ever so slightly. "It'll be fine. Everything is going well."

"And what about Sam?" Melissa asked. "He hasn't visited in a while. Is everything alright?"

David winced at the mention of his partner. “We had a minor disagreement a while back. We’ve worked through it...” He rubbed the back of his neck as he thought about their last argument a week ago. “At least I hope we did. We’re fine, though. I just had a realization about an old project and Sam didn’t want to let it go.”

Melissa's lips formed a thin line, but she nodded, accepting his answer. She could tell there was still tension between the two and hoped that they worked it all out before the expo.

Clapping his hands, David moved over to the workbench. He took out his credentials and slid it into the scanner. “Now, let’s get started,” he said as he pulled up an extensive list of materials at their disposal. “You have everything measured correctly, yes?”

Melissa's smile brightened as she joined him at her main workbench. "Yeah. Everything is correct on that end. So, you saw in my blueprints, I was thinking of using a kinetic weave for the bodysuit. What do you think?"

"Well, the weave is an excellent base to work with. I see no issues with it, but what were you thinking of the denser areas you noted?"

"Ah, that I did have trouble deciding on. There are plenty of harder materials I could use, but it comes down to cost and trade off. Ablative ceramic plating for the hard-suit is what I’m leaning towards."

Meow~

"Good point, assistant."

It would be several hours before the father-daughter engineering pair and feline would leave Melissa's laboratory, but both would have a bright smile on their faces when they did. It was the beginning of a new direction in Melissa's life, and she had a little over five weeks to have her project ready to take her first steps forward.

- IZUKU'S ROOM, WEDNESDAY -

"Alright. How do you usually make a Psych?" Yoichi asked.

Music filled the air as Izuku sat on the floor next to Eri with a sketchbook in his lap. BK had joined them, taking his place on Izuku’s bed so he could watch them draw.

Tapping the eraser-end of his pencil against his chin, Izuku considered his words carefully, wanting to make sure that the past wielders understood his process.

'Well, first I need to have a good idea of the Psych I am making. Like, for Vitali-Tea, I needed to have something that could heal me if I ever needed it,' he explained. 'The Psychs themselves have a baseline, but even then, some take that baseline and change it. Vitali-Tea heals me, but it gave me two uses and has a set requirement of recharging fully at midnight.' He paused, still trying to make sense of his Psych setting such a limit.

If Izuku was being honest, it was probably because he never initially set a limit to what the Psych could do, and so his Quirk may have applied a safe-guard for him.

"Got it!" Banjo said excitedly. "Well then, let Uncle Banjo tell you how Black Whip works."

As Izuku listened to Banjo's explanation, Eri stared at her own sketchbook. She was deep in her own thoughts, trying to figure out what she wanted to draw. After her lessons with Nezu and watching Izuku and the others trained with All Might, Izuku told Shoka and Momo that he was going to work on a new Psych. When he had explained to Eri what he was going to do, she opted to join it.

Now, she coming up as blank as the page in front of her.

The sounds of light scratching came from her right, prompting her to look towards the noise. Izuku's pencil glided across the page, filling it with sketches of a freckled rabbit wearing goggles on its head in different poses, with black tendrils of energy emerging from its paws. Eri's eyes sparkled at the sight of the little stylized rabbit, and she found herself watching Izuku as he worked.

Several minutes had passed as Eri sat perfectly still, her eyes following every movement of Izuku's pencil as it moved across the page. Izuku saw it out of the corner of his eye as the corners of his lips slowly tugged into a smile when she turned back to her sketchbook and attempted to draw her own little rabbit.

As it now his turn to watch another artist at work, the vestiges added their own commentary.

"So, if anything happens to the bunnicorn, we will riot," Nana stated. "This is just too cute."

Banjo huffed, almost as if disbelieving that Nana’s statement even needed to be said. “Yep. I’m willin' to fight the world if something happens to her.”

"Fourthed. It will be the only time I will accept a life of villainy," Hikage added.

"Did you just say, 'fourthed'? Don't you mean seconded?" En asked.

"No." Izuku could just imagine a ghostly hand pointed to someone else at the moment. His imaginings were proven true as Hikage continued to speak. "Because Two is over there."

All was quiet within Izuku's mindscape. Even he had to take a moment to let Hikage's joke settle.

"Booooooooo," Banjo and En cried out together, their voices amplified within Izuku's mind.

The Izuku just shook his head at the antics of his spiritual latch-ons and turned his attention to the little girl on his left. “What are you drawing, Eri?”

Eri didn’t answer right away. Instead, she stared at the sketchbook on the floor. Her red eyes darted from it to Izuku before landing on his sketchbook. Her tiny hand moved and pointed to the rabbit on the page as she spoke. “I wanted to draw a rabbit like yours.”

Izuku smiled as he looked at her sketchbook. The rabbits were crude, with messy lines that were slightly smudged in spots, but each had the child-like charm he expected to see. After all, he didn’t think Eri was going to be a master artist. He sure wasn’t when he was a kid drawing all kinds of heroes.

Mostly All Might.

One rabbit had a fluffy tail than the others, while some had larger ears, with some being lopsided. Some were alone while others were in pairs, with one rabbit being bigger than the other. There was one that even had a very fluffy collar that took up most of its body.

None of them were completed, though, as Eri seemed dissatisfied with her work.

There was one rabbit pair that caught Izuku’s attention. It was a scene with a freckled rabbit handing a smaller rabbit with a tiny horn on its head an apple. The freckles on the larger rabbit were askew and one set was missing a freckle, but it was obvious she tried to replicate his rabbit.

“I think I like this one the best, so far,” Izuku said, pointing to the drawing.

He swore that the corner of Eri’s lips tried to curl upward after hearing him. Her mouth was wobbly, her cheeks resistant to the movements. Her failed attempt at a smile faded quickly though, as her voice went quiet, tentatively speaking just above a whisper. “R-really?”

“Yeah. I really do, Eri,” Izuku replied.

“But it’s not as good as yours,” she weakly argued.

“And that’s fine.” Eri looked up at him, her eyes wide as she listened to him intently. “I wasn’t really good when I was a kid.”

Izuku looked at her, his emerald green eyes going soft as he patted her head. “It just takes time and practice.” Eri gave him a slow nod, understanding what he meant. “If you want, I can show you some tricks I learned to make it easy to draw rabbits like me,” he offered.

Eri’s mouth opened, her red eyes sparkling as she nodded furiously.

Izuku chuckled. He looked back at his sketches, eyeing each one before he focused on one in particular. He tapped Ego with a finger and Banjo's ethereal form was soon floating behind him. ‘Banjo?’ He asked?

“Yeah. I dig it,” Banjo said after considering it for a few seconds, a beaming smile on his face.

Izuku nodded, marked the sketch with a check-mark, and turned to a fresh page.

“So,” he said, bringing the tip of his pencil to the page. “First, you want to draw a circle for the rabbit’s head.”

Eri followed along, taking in his instructions as she copied his movements. Every line he drew, she replicated to a degree. His instructions were simple, though, and her drawing came out cleaner than her other ones. After several minutes, she was staring proudly at a still rough drawing of two rabbits, one freckled and one with a horn, with an apple in their paws.

- 1-A's CLASSROOM, THURSDAY -

The air was tense.

Shoto stared blankly at Shoka, who maintained a hard glare with narrowed eyes. Shoto ignored her and instead shifted his focus onto Izuku and Momo, who tried to avoid looking him in the eye.

Watching on with rapt attention was Kyoka, Iida, Shinso, and Himiko, who joined them for their lunch in the classroom after finishing up the first half of her remedial lessons for the day. The group had been meeting in the classroom to eat together to keep Eri company, as they didn't want to overwhelm her with the noisy, crowded cafeteria.

"So, I was right, yes?" Shoto asked as he ate his cold soba.

Shoka's face scrunched up into an annoyed glare, while Izuku and Momo both turned to look at the same wall that was suddenly very interesting. Eri sat on Momo's lap this time, right next to Izuku at his desk, and munched on an apple as she tried to understand what was happening.

"Ugh! Fine!" Shoka groused. "Yes, you were right, you freakin' conspiracy nut."

Himiko looked back and forth between Shoka and Shoto before leaning in close to Shinso. "What's going on?"

Shinso pointed at Izuku and answered her dryly. "Izuku and them now have another girlfriend."

Himiko mouth a silent 'Oh'. Once she was caught up, a wide, fanged smile broke out on her face as she now could enjoy the show with her meal.

Kyoka grumbled into her bottled drink. "I knew we should have taken bets."

There was a minuscule, triumphant smile on Shoto's face at Shoka's admittance, which earned a pout from the gray-eyed young woman.

"Honestly, based on the evidence, it was only a matter of time," said Shoto. "She fits the pattern."

"You know," Kyoka said, getting the group's attention. "I don't think we've actually met Melissa. You guys talk about her all the time and I know she helps with some stuff for Greenie and Shoka, but that's about it."

"I've met her," Shinso stated while drinking coffee from his thermos.

Kyoka gave him a deadpan stare before pointing her fork at him. "Correction. Indy's met her. Not us, though. Feels like we're missing out."

Izuku, Shoka, and Momo stared at Kyoka, comprehending her correct statement.

Iida chimed in next. "I would be more worried about the logistics of the matter. After all, I recognize her name. Her father is a renowned engineer on I-Island, correct?" Izuku nodded. "Then I am correct in assuming that she is there as well? How would you all cope with the distance?"

Shoka waved off his concern. "That's a non-issue. She told us on Tuesday that she accepted Nezu's offer to bring her here to be a Support Hero."

"So we're getting two new coursemates?" Shinso asked.

Himiko had the decency to blush while giving him a mad grin. "Aw~, you believe in me that much, Hitoshi?"

Shinso just stared blankly at her. "Obviously."

Himiko immediately jumped into his lap and glomped onto him, cackling wildly as she did.

Ignoring the dynamics of the energetic blood-sucker and her caffeine-filled food bank, Kyoka, Iida, and Shoto turned their attention back to the throuple. Shoto was the one to speak up first. "So, when should we expect her?"

Momo was the one to answer him. “Sometime after our summer break. We will be meeting with her during the I-Island Expo, though. Speaking of...” She turned to look at Kyoka. “Kyoka, I happen to have a spare ticket to the event. Obviously, I am taking Shoka along and I thought to offer you the chance to join us.”

The punkette considered the offer, but paused and pointed one of her jacks at Izuku. "Shouldn't you be taking that spot?"

Izuku shook his head. “I actually have an offer to join All Might on the way. Since Mr. Shield was his first sidekick, All Might is close to Melissa. She calls him Uncle Might, after all. Since he was the one to reintroduce us, he thought he might as well extend the offer since he’ll be going to the expo as well.”

"Speaking of." Izuku dug through his backpack and pulled out the envelope with the tickets he earned for the sports festival. "Shinso? Do you and Himiko want these? I don't really need them anymore."

Shinso and Himiko stared at the envelope before sharing a look. Shaking their heads, Shinso spoke for the both of them, "Nah. It's fine. Himiko and I are going to spend a week to ourselves before the actual break to work out anything she may need for her exams to join our class."

Izuku nodded with a smile on his face, happy to hear that Himiko was working as hard as she was. With Shinso and Himiko's answer set, he turned to his other two friends. "Shoto? Iida?"

"I appreciate the offer, Midoriya, but I will actually be going to the expo my own way," Iida answered with a grateful smile on his face.

"My father is sending me in his place," Shoto replied, his voice much more monotone than usual.

"Ah..." Izuku sent his friend an understanding look. "Well, I guess I'll offer these up to the others and let them figure it out."

Eri tugged on Izuku's sleeve, drawing his attention to her. "I-Izuku? What will I do?"

There was a desperate plea in her voice that caused Izuku’s heart to ache. He pushed past that and gave her a smile as he gently rubbed her head. “That’s up to you, Eri. All Might-sensei told me that you’re more than welcomed to join us. Or, if you want, my mom has been asking me when she’ll get to meet you.”

Shoka picked things up from there. "You'll get finally meet Mamadoriya, Eri."

"Wouldn't it be Grandmadoriya, now?" Kyoka asked. "After all, Izuku's pretty much been acting like her pops since he rescued her."

Himiko's amber eyes narrowed on the punkette. She knew what Kyoka's game was, and she wasn't about to let her win. "Yeah. He's been a real papa bear."

Kyoka entered a stare down with Himiko, neither of them giving the other an inch. A loud slurp broke them out of their contest as Shoto finished eating a string of noodles. His mix-matched eyes locking on to theirs as he spoke. "Yes. Izuku is a rather perfect example of a good father. Granted, I only have experience with a bad one."

As the three entered into a three-way stare down, Izuku, Shoka, and Momo looked between Iida and Shinso, who both ignored the trio's inquisitive looks and focused on eating their lunch.

In her seat, Eri stared up at Izuku, her eyes wide as she thought about what Kyoka, Himiko, and Shoto had said. Something in her heart stirred as the words echoed through her mind. Father. Papa.

She then remembered how Chisaki often made her call him her father whenever he came to take her away from the police, who listened to her when she first asked for help during her escape attempts.

The word seemed hollow to her, same as the word mother.

But something was different now. Eri looked at Izuku, then to Shoka and Momo. She remembered meeting Melissa yesterday and even she came to Eri’s mind now as the words ‘mama’ and ‘papa’ popped up. Her eyes lingered on Izuku, watching him smile and laugh at something one of his friends had said. The word ‘papa’ rang through her head as she stared at him, finding that same feeling in her heart growing each time.

Izuku seemed to feel her eyes on him, and he turned to look at her. He gave her that same bright smile he had the day he rescued her.

Eri felt another warmth envelop her as the corners of her lips tugged upward, and while she still couldn't smile, she found the movement easier now.

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As the day ended and Aizawa left the classroom, Izuku quickly stood up from his desk and made his way to the front of the room. His actions grabbed the attention of his coursemates, who were now curious about what he had to say.

When Izuku reached the teacher’s podium, he cleared his throat and spoke. “I just wanted you all to know that I have a pair of tickets to the I-Island Expo happening in a few weeks. I’m already going to it, so I don’t really need these and the ones I offered them to don’t need them either.”

Shoka, Momo, and the others stood up from their desks, gathered their things and made their way out of the classroom, ready to head off to their electives or back to the dorms. This left the rest of their coursemates paying full attention to Izuku as he set the envelope with the tickets on the podium as he followed them, but not before saying one last thing as he clapped his hands together. "So, I'll leave it to you all to figure out who gets them. Please don't fight, though."

The class was eerily silent as soon as he left. No one dared to make a move. Each and everyone's eyes bounced around the room. One could hear a pin drop if they were in the room.

And then, without a word, nearly everyone erupted from their chairs and raced towards the front of the class. Those in the front believed that victory was assured, as the tickets were easily within their reach.

That was until an actual explosion rang throughout the room and Bakugo soared over everyone and stole that victory with little issue. Everyone froze mid-step, disbelief on their faces as their jaws hung open.

Bakugo ignored them, taking out the tickets to look over them. With a pleased huff, he looked directly at Kirishima, giving him a wild grin. "Oi! Rocky! You're gonna be my extra to this."

Kirishima stared at the ash-blonde before breaking out into a sharp-toothed smile and a cheer. "Hell yeah! Thanks, Bakubro!"

The two quickly strode out of the classroom, leaving the others in their shock.

- TRAINING GROUND BETA OBSERVATION ROOM, FRIDAY -

Eri kicked her feet as she sat in a rather comfortable chair as she waited for the video call to connect. While she waited, she looked around the dim room. 1-A were all dressed in their hero costumes, ready to tackle their next Heroics-101 lesson. Aizawa had called Izuku and Momo over to discuss something, leaving Eri alone with BK sitting on her lap. She had asked Izuku if she could talk with Melissa for a bit, and the rabbit-themed hero student obliged her.

As Eri was busy looking around the room, Izuku's phone chimed, letting Eri knew that the call connected. Melissa's visage appeared on the screen, her hair pulled into a messy ponytail, her face covered in grease and dirt but with a bright smile on her face as she recognize who was on the other side of the call. "H-hi, Ms. Melissa," Eri said with a friendly yet shy wave at Izuku's phone.

"Hey, Eri. How are you doing?" Melissa asked.

Eri nodded her head. "I-I'm doing good. Is TK with you?"

"Yeah." Right as Melissa replied, the cream-colored cat leaped onto her shoulder. "She's right here."

BK let out a pleased meow, raising its paw once he spotted its new distant friend, with TK mirroring his actions.

"And how is your little assistant?" Shoka asked as she joined Eri.

“Helpful as always.” Melissa answered as she affectionately scratched TK’s chin. “The best assistant I could have ever asked for.” She shot Shoka an amused look. “I will say she seems just as excited about these calls as I am. I think she really likes seeing BK, RK, and SK.”

"Well, they say animals resemble their humans," Shoka replied with a shrug. "Our Kats were pretty much setting the example for Izuku, Momo, and me. I guess Tinker is picking up on what's going on with us."

"Huh. Go figure." Melissa looked at her furry assistant with a contemplative look on her face. She turned her attention back to the little girl holding the phone. "So, Eri. Have your classes been?"

Eri's lips formed a thin, warbly line at the question. "U-um. They're good. Mr. Nezu, the nice mouse man, helps me with my numbers and my letters." Eri turned more animated as she spoke, a sliver of excitement growing with each word. "He even helped me learn to write my name! A-and Izuku's and BK's!"

Melissa listened to the little girl with rapt attention. "That's awesome, Eri," she said. "You'll have to show me next time."

Eri nodded excitedly at the idea. "O-oh! Then, after my lessons, Izuku and me draw together. He even showed me how to draw a rabbit like he does!" She lost a little of that spark just then. "I don't have the picture with me, though. But!" Her excitement returned as she remembered an offer Izuku made. "Izuku says we're going to hang it up in my room after we paint it. He said he asked Nezu if we could paint a wall like his later."

As Eri and Melissa chatted, with Shoka adding her own commentary, the rest of their friend group watched from across the room.

Himiko, who joined the class to watch today’s lesson and exercise to gain some experience, brought her hands to her cheeks, pushing them upward as a fanged smile broke out on her face. “Aw~ I want just want to hug her. She’s so cute!” She squeed happily.

Shinso nodded along. "It's nice to see her be a bit more open."

That was something everyone had noticed. Eri was much more open about talking with others than she had been earlier in the week, mostly those that were close to Izuku or who BK vetted. Shoka, Momo, and now Melissa, were close seconds, with the rest of the Wildkat friend group being third, along with Aizawa, surprisingly. Everyone else in 1-A came last in that last, though Eri still flinched whenever she saw Tokoyami, but the bird-headed hero student accepted her hesitance with quiet grace and kept his interactions with her brief.

Izuku had come to his aid with the reminder that Eri liked apples, and Tokoyami, along with Dark Shadow, made sure that they had an apple on hand to give to her to help put her at ease whenever he was near.

"Has Izuku learned anything else about her case?" Shoto asked.

Shinso shook his head. "No. He's being kept on a very limited need-to-know basis. Aizawa-sensei told him that someone in charge of the investigation made it that way."

Kyoka quirked a brow at that. "Shouldn't Greenie at least know a bit more because of how attached to him Eri is? Like, he obviously cares about her safety. Wouldn't keeping him out of the loop make it harder to protect her?"

"You'd think," Shinso replied. "But you have to remember that Eri is technically a ward of U.A., Izuku's just someone Eri feels the most comfortable around."

Shoto spared a glance at Shinso. "Who's the person in charge of the investigation?"

"Sir Nighteye," the Mind Controller stated. "The problem is, Eri is a part of something much bigger."

Iida looked over at Izuku and Momo, who were still discussing things with Aizawa. "How do you know that?"

"Aizawa told him, obviously," Shinso said with a flippant wave of his hand. "Sakurane, Yaoyorozu and I happened to be with him at the time, so we learned about it too."

That was a half-truth. They only knew because they know the distant connection Izuku shared with Sir Nighteye.

Shoka thought it was just Nighteye being a dick about things. They had learned from All Might that Nighteye pushed forward his own candidate to receive One for All, but All Might denied him, though he still met with the student out of courtesy.

Momo tried arguing for the hero's case, stating that operational security in a case this large was important. She still voiced her displeasure that Izuku would only be given the bare minimum of information to work with, however.

Shinso didn't have much of an opinion on the matter. He understood both sides, but thought there might be something else to it.

Izuku, surprisingly, was accepting of the situation, albeit hesitantly. He had said that he would save his opinion on the matter until after he met Sir Nighteye face to face. Apparently, Aizawa had told Izuku something Nighteye wanted to be shared with him, and that caused Izuku to be more willing to accept what was happening.

All Izuku said on that matter was that Nighteye cared for Eri's safety and that was enough for Izuku to trust him, even if things between them might be tense because of extenuating circumstances.

"Hey guys. Are you ready for our lesson?" Izuku's voice cut through the air, breaking Shinso from his thoughts as his friend and his owl-themed girlfriend joined them.

Shinso and Kyoka shrugged while Iida gave an enthusiastic nod. "Indeed, I am, Midoriya. What exactly are we doing today? Sensei has been rather quiet about it, hasn't he?"

Izuku bobbed his head. "You'll see." He looked over to Shoka and Eri, seeing the little girl notice him and give him a wave. Izuku returned it and gave his friends a smile. "We'll be starting soon, so get ready."

He dismissed himself and made his way over to Eri, joining in her talk with Melissa. The others turned to Momo, hoping to learn a little more from her.

The Yaoyorozu heiress simply gave them a demure smile. "It will be rather an interesting lesson, though. Even Izuku and I were not told everything by Aizawa-sensei."

The doors to the observation room opened as a loud clamoring followed. 1-A all turned their attention to the doors as their sister class of 1-B entered, lead by their instructor, Vlad King. The excitement in the air was now palpable as several members from each class came together, chatting happily as the others looked on.

Vald King joined Aizawa at the console, giving Eri a curious look before turning his head to his co-worker. "Where's All Might?" He asked.

Aizawa gave him a tired stare. "Going to make a 'memorable' entrance, he said."

Vlad opened his mouth to respond, but then shook his head with an exaggerated sigh. "Of course..."

Aizawa's ears twitched as he picked up the sound of a hard landing outside the room. "Speaking of..."

"I AM HERE!" All Might suddenly burst through the door with a blinding smile on his face. "Ready to teach the first joint-training between our future heroes!"

Even though they were used to No.1 Hero's antics, both classes were just as excited as when he first appeared in their classrooms. He even wore the same costume he did when he first showed up as their instructor. Cape fluttering in the mysterious breeze and everything.

What was different this time, however. Eri watched on with a wonder-filled expression, her eyes sparkling as she clapped her hands in applause.

All Might's blinding smile seemed to shine as bright as the sun when he saw that.

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A Hero's World: Extra Zests
S 002 - Ravenettes of a Feather
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- MUSUTAFU MALL -

Saturday was surprisingly busier than usual. The sports festival finished with the Third-Year students showing their stuff yesterday. Despite how well the more experienced hero students did for their final showing, it seemed all people could talk about was the First-Years and their showing on Wednesday.

And that's all Shoka and Momo could hear as they made their way through the crowded mall. While Izuku and Shinso wanted to spend time with Shoto and to ease him into their friend group through what Izuku dubbed "Operation Defrost", the two raven-haired beauties took that time to have a mini-date between themselves.

"Thank you for indulging me, Shoka," Momo said to her girlfriend as they exited a bookstore with a bag of books hanging off her arm. "I have been waiting for the next part of this series for a while now and had forgotten that it had released last week."

"No big," Shoka said with a shrug. She peeked into Momo's bag, the corner of her lips curling into a teasing smirk. "Besides, I look forward to your reading. Gotta say, I'm impressed you kept this from Izzy and me for so long."

She leaned against Momo with a hungry look in her eyes as her voice becoming husky as she spoke, "Maybe all of us can play out some of those more steamy scenes, yeah?"

Momo turned an impressive shade of red at Shoka's suggestion. She would be lying if she hadn't considered it at some point, but wanted to ease her boyfriend and girlfriend into the idea. It didn't stop her imagination from running wild, though. She already had several books that would be rather fun to reenact should the three lovers choose to do so.

While Momo dealt with her growing fantasies, Shoka went a step further with her thoughts. 'Why not make our own little story?' Her head quirked to the side, the ears of her Mr. Mew hoodie flopping as she did as she mulled over the thought. 'Yeah. Gonna talk with Izzy about it. It would be a nice surprise for Momo.'

Shelving the idea for later, Shoka wrapped her arm around Momo's and the two continued to trek through the mall. They passed by store after store, sometimes content with browsing its selections through the store windows while other times entering the store in search of something they wanted.

As they reached the second level of the mall, Shoka came to a sudden stop, causing Momo to look at her in confusion.

"Shoka? What's wrong?" She asked.

A wide smile broke out across Shoka’s face as instead of answering, she drug Momo along the walkway and towards a particular store. When she finally noticed the name of the store, Momo couldn’t help but chuckle, now understanding her girlfriend’s sudden shift.

Gatto Nero.

"I can't believe they expanded out here!" The slender hero student remarked excitedly. As soon as she crossed the store's threshold, she was took a moment to soak in the store's atmosphere. The last time she had been to a Gatto Nero store was when Izuku surprised her with a trip to Shibuya during their time training for U.A.

Momo stood next to Shoka as her onyx-colored eyes scanned the store. While Momo was much more used to high-end fashion, she could tell that each article of clothing on sale and on display was well made and oozed style. While it didn't fit Momo's style or tastes, there were a few things that caught her eye.

After being greeted by one of the attendants on the floor, Momo followed Shoka as she moved over to the racks and perused the store’s stock. With a critical eye, she looked over each bit of clothing, picking out several skirts, tops, and jackets before moving to an open dressing room.

Momo decided to spend her time looking through the various outfits while waiting for her girlfriend to change. There was an interesting jumpsuit hanging on one of the nearby walls. It was a deep shade of ruby red, with white and black stripes running along the sides. The sleeves were short, and shorter legs, with the hem cutting off right where someone’s legs connected to their hips. Momo blushed as she imagined herself wearing it, how the nearly skin-tight fabric would hug her curves rather nicely.

She even imagined that it would struggle to contain her massive chest. Running a hand across the fabric, Momo was sorely tempted to take it back to the changing rooms to try it on. She was broken out of her thoughts as Shoka tapped her shoulder.

"See something you like?" Shoka asked, turning her attention to the jumpsuit.

"I believe so," Momo replied. She took the jumpsuit off the wall and turned to face Shoka. Momo's eyes ran up and down Shoka's body, taking in the new look.

She wore her signature Mr. Mew hoodie loosely around her body, covering only her forearms and revealing her shoulders. Over her chest was a pure white camisole that stopped just under her full breasts, with thin straps clinging to her bare shoulders. A pair of black high-waisted short shorts hugged Shoka’s hips, revealing her pale, slender legs, leading to a pair of black high-heeled, knee-high boots, giving her several inches in height, though she was still several inches shorter than Momo. Shoka completed the look with a deep red-colored belt that wrapped tightly around her waist, and a large, black denim cap, with white and pink accents, sitting atop her head.

Momo's breathing hitched at the sight of her girlfriend. She thought the look really suited Shoka.

"So?" Shoka cocked her hips, placing her hands against them as she struck a simple pose for Momo. "Good?"

"Wonderful," Momo finally managed to say after giving Shoka one last critical look.

"Good!" Shoka looped her arm around Momo's and pulled her to the dressing rooms. Momo could do little as she was essentially shoved past the curtain as Shoka gave her an expectant look. "Your turn."

Shoka closed the curtain, leaving Momo alone in the tiny cubicle with the jumpsuit still in her hands. With little else to do, Momo bit her lip and hung the jumpsuit on the small hook provided before undressing herself, removing her sundress and leggings. Once she was in only her lacy bra and panties, she neatly folded her clothes, placed them to the side, and donned the jumpsuit.

Which was easier said than done.

She struggled at first to even slip into the thing. The jumpsuit hugged her generous curves like a second skin, with the short legs riding up her shapely ass ever-so-slightly. Getting her arms in the sleeves was easy enough for her, but the hardest part was trying to zip it closed.

Momo realized then and there that she and Shoka grabbed the wrong size for her.

The zipper made it up to her belly button before refusing to go any further. Momo stared at her reflection in the mirror. The outfit reminded her of some of her earlier costume designs with how much of her bust was display. And with how tight the jumpsuit was, it only covered half of her breasts, revealing her lacy bra underneath.

"Um, Shoka?" She hesitantly called out.

"Yeah, Momo?" Shoka poked her head past the curtain and suddenly found it very hard not to look away from the titillating sight of her busty girlfriend. It took a moment for her brain to finally catch up to her. "Fuck... That's kinda hot."

Momo blushed at the compliment. "We seem to have grabbed a size too small."

"Not like that's a bad thing," Shoka muttered under her breath. "I think it looks good on you the way it is, Momo."

The Yaoyorozu heiress turned her head away shyly, twiddling with the bangs that hung over her face. "Thank you, Shoka. It is rather risque, though, but I do like it." She really did. The material that made the jumpsuit breathed easily and felt as though Momo was wearing a thin cloud.

Shoka bit her lip as she slowly entered the changing room. Her hands found their way to Momo's body, gliding deftly across her form. Shoka's fingers grazed Momo's breasts, causing her to shiver at the spike of pleasure that ran through her body.

Momo didn't move away or asked Shoka to stop. Instead, she had an idea. "What do you think Izuku will think of our outfits?"

Shoka paused, a wicked smirk appearing on her face. "Why don't we find out?" She went over to Momo's things and pulled out her phone. "Let's send him a pic."

Handing the phone over to Momo, Shoka slid behind her, wrapping her arms around the taller girl and resting her chin against Momo's shoulder.

Momo opened her camera and aimed it at the tall mirror hanging on the changing room wall. As she steadied the shot, Shoka wanted to make the image more enticing for their boyfriend. One of Shoka's hands groped at Momo's breasts, causing her to moan lightly at the touch. Pushing it further, Shoka then slid the other under the jumpsuit and ran her fingers against Momo's pussy.

"S-Shoka~" Momo protested weakly. She didn't stop her girlfriend from continuing her ministrations, though she found it difficult to focus both her mind and the camera at the moment.

With a tap on her screen and an audible click from her phone, Momo took the picture. Shoka looked over Momo’s shoulder at the picture and let out a pleased hum. “Definitely a keeper.” Her gray eyes met Momo’s onyx ones, and the two shared a smile. “Send it.”

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Across the city, Izuku watched on as Shoto seemed enraptured by one of Mr. H's stories while Shinso enjoyed a warm cup of coffee. A quick chime from his phone caused his attention to shift from the tale to the device as he fished it out of his pockets. Seeing that he received a message from his girlfriends, Izuku's excitement grew by the second as he wasted no time in opening the message and its attachment.

Only to immediately turn a shade of atomic red and quickly slam his phone face down on the counter. Even with the brief glimpse he caught, the image would be forever saved in the archives of his mind.

As well as a special folder on his phone.

Another chime came from his phone and Izuku ignored the inquisitive looks on his friends and mentor's faces as he risked taking a peek.

Materia: For your eyes only, Zuzu~

Izuku swallowed the thick lump in his throat, feeling his will power slowly erode as he was sorely tempted to join his two girlfriends.

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Momo felt a certain lustful rush as she sent the image and teasing message to Izuku. Add on the fact that Shoka herself was still teasing her while they stood in the tiny dressing room, and Momo was growing all the more excited as she rubbed her thighs together.

"Shoka," she breathed out in a raspy tone. "Let's hurry back."

Shoka was about to respond when Momo moved like a blur, shedding the skin tight jumpsuit and donning her original outfit before leaving the dressing room, all in the blink of an eye. Shoka just stared blankly into space, her brain processing how fast everything seemed to be moving.

When she changed back to her original outfit, with her new clothes in hand, Momo hurried her over to the checkout, paying for both of their things before pulling Shoka through the mall. A rather expensive car was already waiting for them and Shoka found herself seated in the backseat next to a fidgeting Momo.

The ride back to U.A. felt like a blur, and Shoka felt that the driver must have broken several speed limits without getting caught because no sooner had they left the mall, they had found themselves back at the dorms.

The next thing Shoka knew was Momo's lips pressing up against hers while they stood in the middle of the heiress' room. Shoka responded to Momo's physical affections by eagerly returning the kiss. Her tongue slid across Momo's lips, asking for permission to deepen the kiss.

Momo moaned as she opened her mouth just enough for Shoka's tongue to dart in and engage with her own. She wrapped her arms around the shorter girl's shoulders and pulled the girl in closer. Momo's massive chest mashed against Shoka's.

Shoka didn't wish to remain idle. Her hands ran across Momo's body, groping at every curve they could find. Each time she squeezed Momo's breasts or ass, Shoka earned a soft moan.

After a minute or so of Shoka's ministrations, Momo grew more excited for more. Her hands fiddled with the deep-red belt holding Shoka's Mr. Mew hoodie closed, letting drop to the floor once the buckle released the belt's tongue. The hoodie was next, though knowing how much Shoka loved it, Momo was careful with letting it drop to the floor.

As Momo worked on removing the gray sailor-dress next, Shoka found the zipper on Momo's sundress and pulled it down. Both dresses slid off their bodies and pooled around their feet, leaving them both in their underwear. Wasting no more time, Shoka pounced at Momo, kicking off her shoes as she pushed her girlfriend onto the lavish bed. Her deep-red lips found Momo's again, beginning a second round of kissing, which Momo accepted eagerly.

Shoka pushed things further. Moving one of her legs, she brushed her thigh up against Momo's now-hot pussy. Even through the leggings, Shoka could tell her girlfriend was already wet.

Momo broke the kiss and bit her lip as she rubbed her pussy against Shoka's leg. "S-Shoka~" Her voice was breathy and pleading. She needed her girlfriend's touch. Through her half-lidded eyes, she saw Shoka slip the leggings off.

Tossing the leggings aside, Shoka stared hungrily at the curvaceous girl laying beneath her. Licking her lips, she moved in close to Momo's panty-clad sex and breathed in her scent before pressing her lips against it.

Momo bit back a moan as Shoka then worked her way up Momo's body, peppering the girl's soft skin with light kisses. As Shoka reached Momo's luscious mounds, she simply pulled down the lacy bra enough to free the pink hardened nubs underneath.

“Please. Shoka.” The gray-eyed girl looked at Momo after hearing her desperate plea, seeing the neediness in her girlfriend’s eyes.

"Don't worry, Momo," she said, hovering her mouth over one of the tantalizing nipples.

Momo shivered as the warm breath hit her sensitive skin, eliciting a throaty moan.

"I got you." Shoka gave Momo a teasing grin. "Wanna know the best part about us having a boyfriend who is really obsessive with details and eager to please?" Momo didn't answer, but she had a good idea what Shoka was about to say regarding their Izuku. "He knows and memorized our sweet spots and is more than willing to share that fact with us if we asked him to. Kinda like how I did."

A loud moan escaped Momo's lips as Shoka latched onto her nipple. She could feel Shoka's tongue flick the hardened nub as she simultaneously sucked on it. Momo's back arched as pleasure ran through her body. When one of Shoka's hands gently kneaded and played with the other breasts, her mind focused only on her growing pleasure and arousal.

After several seconds, Shoka switched over to the other breast, running her tongue along the pebbled areola before turning her attention to the hard nipple. Instead of her hand going to the other breast, however, it traveled downward, with Shoka's fingers lightly grazing Momo's skin before sliding beneath her lacy panties, and rubbing her leaking pussy.

Momo writhed on the bed, her hands gripping the comforter tightly as Shoka attacked her body on two fronts. She couldn't help but make lewd moans that mixed with the sounds of Shoka sucking her breasts and her gray-eyed girlfriend's fingers slowly pumping away at her hungry, wet cunt.

"Sh-Shoka~," Momo said weakly. Her hips rolled against Shoka's hand, pushing the young woman's fingers further inside her.

Shoka raised her head enough to look Momo in the eye. She was enjoying the sounds Momo was making, and she wanted to hear more. But she was getting just as needy, her core burning for pleasure as well.

She slid her fingers out of Momo’s tight snatch, earning a whimper from her busty girlfriend from the loss. Bring her fingers to her mouth, Shoka lapped up Momo’s sweet nectar, making a show of the whole action. Momo found herself getting wetter at the sight of the slender young woman, thoroughly enjoying her taste.

Shoka suddenly sat on her knees and tore Momo’s lacy panties from her body, tossing them away with little care before doing the same to her own, much to Momo’s surprise. Shoka then shifted her body, pressing her lower lips against Momo’s, grabbing one of the other younger woman’s legs and cradling it against her body. She bit her lip and stifling a moan as a pleasured shiver ran through her spine.

She hadn’t realized just how sensitive she and Momo were until she shifted her hips slightly, rubbing her sex against Momo’s.

"Fuck~" Shoka gazed her gray eyes straight into Momo's dark onyx ones. Her lips curled into a cat-like grin. "Ready, Momo?"

"Yes," Momo replied breathily.

Shoka didn't need to hear anymore and rolled her hips forward. Her pussy ground against Momo's and they both released a throaty moan. Shoka needed a second to gather herself before continuing.

She started slowly, rolling her hips back and forth at a sedate pace. Her pussy grew hot, her core tingling as her lower lips kissed Momo's with each pass.

Momo's grip on her comforter renewed, her fingers nearly tearing through the silky fabric. Her breasts heaved as her breathing grew harsher, bouncing within the confines of her lacy bra each time Shoka's hips met hers.

"Good. It's feels so good~, Shoka!" Momo cried out in pleasure. Her lips started moving on their own at that point, seeking out more pleasure from her girlfriend.

Shoka placed a hand behind her, bracing herself as she leaned back. "Yeah, it does," she replied, getting lost in the motions.

Both young women developed a thin veneer of sweat that coated their bodies. Their juices mingled together and formed a small pool beneath them, creating a small, damp stain on Momo’s covers.

Shoka's grip on Momo's leg tightened as she picked up the pace. Her hips moved erratically, with no set rhythm in mind.

During one pass, their erect clits rubbed together, causing both Shoka and Momo to release erotic moans as a wave a pleasure washed over them. Their bodies twitched sporadically as Shoka tried to reestablish a rhythm again, but her mind was only focused on pleasuring herself.

“Come on, Momo.” Shoka mashed her hips against her girlfriends, their pussies furiously rubbing against each other. “Oh fuck! Just like that!”

Momo's eyes became half-lidded as she neared her limit. "Shoka. I'm going to come."

Their tribbing increased as Shoka was nearing her limit as well. Shoka had lost the strength in the arm that kept her propped up and fell limply onto the bed. Her upper body twisted, still maintaining her now-loose grip on Momo's leg as she continued to mash their wet pussies together.

Momo’s back arched, thrusting her massive chest out as her body trembled. Her eyes had screwed themselves shut, her mind getting lost in a haze as her body responded honestly at her and Shoka’s combined efforts.

"S-Shoka~ I'm. I'm!" Her mind was addled by pleasure and she found it difficult to even complete a simple sentence.

Shoka wasn't much better. "Me, too, Momo! I'm-"

""Cumming!""

The stain on Momo's bed darkened, growing larger as the two raven-haired young women writhed in pleasure. Momo felt like her bones were made of jelly as she went limp. Even then, her body still suffered the aftershocks of her and Shoka's shared climax.

Shoka fared much better as she propped herself up on her elbows. She looked at her girlfriend with a pleased smile on her face, taking in the orgasmic expression Momo had on hers. "That was-"

"Simply amazing," Momo said, completing Shoka's sentence. After her mind finally rebooted, Momo looked at Shoka. "You and Zuzu are going to ruin me, Shoka."

Shoka preened at Momo's words. Her pleased smile soon turned into a teasing smirk. "I bet Izzy would love to see us so close."

A melodious giggle escaped Momo's lips. "Indeed," she said. "But, before that..."

Shoka tilted her head when she suddenly found herself back on her back, with Momo's dripping pussy hovering over her face.

"Our date isn't over yet, my dear," Momo said before planting a lewd kiss against Shoka's lower lips.

Shoka let out a gasp. She was still rather sensitive, and Momo's tongue was soon lapping up her juices before pushing into her hungry snatch as round two began.

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