Date Night

“Ren, is that you?” You turn looking at the purple girl tapping your shoulder. She’s wearing a low cut dress, showing off plenty of her cleavage. The shimmering gold of the fabric complimenting her lilac skin.

“Niseki?” you prompt already knowing it’s her. You stand slightly gesturing for her to take the seat across from you. You and Niseki exchange general pleasantries, before the waiter takes your orders.

“So, Ren what’s your quirk?” she eventually asks twirling her dark purple hair around her finger. You pause for a second, your date having touched on one of your biggest insecurities.

You nervously sip at your water, Niseki staring at you with her plum colored eyes. “I’m um, well,” you set your drink down, “I don’t actually have a quirk.”

Her eyebrows scrunch up, your words seem to take a moment to register. “Wait like at all?” she asks, her words saturated in disbelief. “That’s um, so what do you do for a living?” she drops the conversation making you feel worse.

“I just started a support item business,” you answer not wanting to hang on the issue.

“Wow, do you make anything cool?” she asks, her smile returning as the earlier awkwardness fades.

“We don’t make anything yet. Just had our opening today, but my sister is the Chief Engineer and she did some great stuff before already,” you go on talking about your new business. Niseki seems a little less interested after hearing Yamada Support Incorporated is just getting started. “What do you do?” you asked pushing the conversation more onto her.

“Oh, I’m a stylist,” she says running her hands through her hair. She goes on and on about this or that at the salon. How Hanako spilled dye all over a customer, or Mitsuo sleeping with the salon owner to keep his job. She kept going through the whole meal. You have little to offer on the subject of her coworkers but you let her keep going anyways. Maybe you should’ve just canceled for Akasuki.

The end came for the date. The meal was tasty even if you weren’t exactly enthralled by the conversation. With the bill paid, you’re ready to go home and watch tv with Heiwa. When Niseki asks, “So my place or yours?”

With the ample cleavage on display, you tell her, “My place is just a few blocks away.”

Her dress drops to the floor when you slide the straps from her shoulders. Niseki’s fingers work at your belt while her tongue dances around your mouth. Your hand fumbles with her bra, the supportive article dropping between you. Your pants falling down your legs, you groan as you feel her hand reach into your boxers grabbing your cock. The bed welcomes you and the busty violet lady.

Your hands explore her body, while the two of you remove the remaining clothes between you. She moans as your fingers find her sex and you suckle on her tits. Her nails dig into your back, her fingers running through your hair. Your vision blinded in purple as she pulls you between her breasts, burying your face in her.

Her hand guides your cock to her welcoming hole, and you take the cue to push yourself inside her. Her grasp loosens as you pull yourself from her chest, kissing her once again. Your cock sliding into her, you’d missed this feeling. The entanglement of a woman, her legs wrapping around you. Her lilac skin glistening in sweat as the two of you exert yourselves.

The two of you roll around, ending with her riding on top of you. With each bounce atop you, her tits jiggle before you. Your hands rest on her hips, guiding her movements up and down on your cock. Her hands rustling her hair as she moans in ecstasy. You can feel her pussy clamping around you, her body writhing atop you.

“I’m going to cum,” you warn the lavender lady. She jumps off you sliding from the bed, pulling you with her.

“Cum for me,” she commands, stroking your cock to completion. You throb in her hands, as she guides your spurting cock to her chest. “Mmm, thank you,” she rasps, your white jizz painting her lilac tits. She rubs her tits, spreading your cum across her breasts. “I think I’ll just go wash up,” she says standing to make her way to your bathroom. You watch her ass sway with each step as she leaves the room.

Laying back in bed, you can hear the shower running in the bathroom. The date didn’t go well, you didn’t wind up having much in common with Niseki. But you’re glad to have ended the 2 year dry spell that started with the avalanche. And Akasuki was right, Niseki is hot as hell. You feel yourself drifting off as you wait for her to return.

The nightmares strike once again. Frozen in fear, buried in the snow once again waiting for a rescue. You wake finding it hard to breathe. On instinct you look around the dark room for Heiwa. Your right side left unable to move, a rush of fear surging as your mind races with images of being trapped under the snow. You look over and see a head of purple hair laying against your shoulder. The memory of your night with Niseki returning in your post-sleep haze. You catch the scent of apples coming from Niseki’s hair. You had bought the shampoo a while back without ever using it yourself, but now you realize how calming it is. The memory of Tomoko’s smell washing away any remaining anxiety from the nightmare. You slip back to sleep, your nose filled with apples. The nightmares gone, pleasant dreams of your hero taking their place.