Chapter 25 The clouds are fluffy 5

People would think that with all the fuss over the Nomus attack, the capture of the hero slayer, an ice dragon going viral on the internet along with the video of the aforementioned slayer's origins, as well as the appearance of a blissful vigilante. who beat up not only the monsters but also the heroes, the forces of order would have a forceful action or, failing that, some response action but they did nothing at all. They just swept everything under the rug and buried all the news regarding the incident with the cute figures of the heroines Ryukyu and Uwabami together with their interns, which I can't fault.

Other than that, I am currently under house arrest at the Todoroki residence, although I have the money to pay the fine for using my powers without a license, old Endeavor refused to let me pay and opted to do it himself at the cost of keeping me in custody for mitigate some political and legal effects on its image.

Knowing what problems the old man has with the police and the fact that I was the one who caught Steins, must be eating his brain and his pride.

While I've been keeping up with the rest of the class through the group chat and Shoto sending me assignments, I'm living a good life of seclusion.

--Yuuji... are you awake~?

A soft and tender voice came from the other side of the sliding door, a young woman in her early twenties with white hair streaked with red, purplish eyes framed in a pair of delicate silver glasses, her creamy-white skin shimmering in the light that fell. leaked from the window.

--I'm awake~ Fuyumi~

--This little rascal~ get up it's time for lunch.

--Yes~ but first~

The young black-haired man who was lying lazily on the tatami did a quick and elusive pirouette before standing up and wrapping his arms around the young woman's slender waist.

--You! You! You rascal!

--You're so cute Fuyumi~

The young man said as he hugged the young woman from behind, delighting in the soft smell of jasmine and lavender from her hair, bringing his lips closer to the girl's reddish neck.

--So far!

A slight explosion of frost and snow hit the face of the young black-haired man who only showed a stupid and lovesick smile, ignoring the redness and ice cuts on his face.

--You're cute~ Fuyumi~

--Yuuji... Don't you think I'm too old for you?

--Nope~ it's only about 5~6 years apart~

--Yuuji... I'm a teacher, I can't...

--It doesn't have to be now~ I can always wait~

The young man separated and searched for something in his pocket, before kneeling down.

--I was thinking of giving it to you in a better situation but since I'm in custody~ I might as well do it now~

Taking out a small black velvet box, the young man opened it revealing a delicate platinum ring with a single diamond accompanied by four small aquamarine pieces.

--Yuu-yuuji… you! Is this for real?!

Light tears formed in the young woman's eyes.

--Yep~ you can take it as a proposal, a gift, or whatever you want, the fact is that "I like you" and I don't care what other people say.

--Silly, you know I can't…accept it.

The young woman cried a little when she saw the eyes full of determination and honesty of the boy who stole a kiss from her, who fought against her father for her hand and who professed his love for her on national television, a somewhat crazy but infinitely honest and affectionate young man with her but due to their social positions he can't accept her feelings... at least not for now.

--You don't have to accept it right now~ I already told you I can wait~

Taking advantage of the young woman's confusion, the black-haired man slipped the ring onto the girl's right ring finger, who could only extend her hand and see the beautiful piece of jewelry shine.

--But…?

--I already told you~ "A Proposal, A Gift, A Promise" see it the way you want but there is an unalterable fact.

Without saying more, he sealed the young woman's lips as he hugged her, closing the door behind them.

***

The next scene is left to your imagination~

***

Class 1-A. Several days later.

--I~ Yuuji-kun, how have you been~?

--Very well Ochako-chan~

Smiling broadly after almost a week of house arrest and after being overdosed on Fuyuminium, I am fully cured, to hell with Ochako and the plot, I will fully support her fruitless search for the Seaweed Hair who only has eyes for her troubled friend of anger.

--Are you sure…you look a little different?

--Different? I feel good that's all~ and how have you been?

I asked my friend while pointing a finger at Midoriya, making the poor innocent blush.

--No, it's not what you think~

--Don't worry, I'll help you in any way I can even though I think he's gay~

--?!

--I'm just saying~ hahahaha~

I left Ochako and walked towards my seat with a big smile.

***

--Today will be the final practical test, Kurogane you are exempt from it.

Aizawa-sensei's words brought two waves of curses from the students, one to curse the exams and one to curse the bastard who doesn't have to take them.

--Sensei... How come I don't have to take the exam?

--We don't have someone free to evaluate you... besides, the director already gave his approval, you can go to rest or just go home, the others get ready.

He was walking in his usual lethargic style out of the living room with his sleeping bag under his arm.

--3, 2, 1...

I covered my ears and

--KUROGANE-KUN! xAll

--One at a time, dammit.

After my curse, Mr.Square alias Iida Tenya stepped forward on behalf of the students like the good delegate he is.

--Yuuji-kun... I ask you on behalf of everyone... How did you do it?

--I'm sorry, but I don't know… Maybe I'm too strong or our dear Nezu-sensei thinks I've already accomplished his goals? In any case, bad for you~ Good luck and bye~

I got up from my seat picking up my backpack and left the classroom indifferent, leaving everyone processing their bad situation.

***

Support Workshop

-- Hello ~ Mei-chan are you here--

Before I could even finish my sentence a couple of cheery mounds along with a faint smell of motor oil and chamomile jumped behind me.

--Yuuuu~ujiii~kuuuun~ So long~

--Mei-chan~

I settled the pink-haired young mechanic on my back and walked over to the half-built mecha in front of me.

--Yuuji-kun~ you left us very alone these days~ my Babys~ aren't dating as well as before~ soeeee~~~~

I enter into a strange affectionate mode, I say "strange" because she is rubbing against me almost as if she wanted to mark me with her scent like an animal, I will not say that I do not enjoy the pleasant and suggestive sensation of having Mei's curvaceous figure rubbing against me but… There are limits miss, Loader-sensei is watching us Hey don't just give me a thumbs up! You are their teacher in charge! Control her or I'm not responsible!

--Give me a massage~ Yuuji-kun~

--Hmmm~ ok~

--Hey~

Climbing down from my back Mei proceeded to remove the suspenders of her overalls leaving only her shirt guard, her happy plump hills greeted the world and the world nodded in response.

--Try not to bite your tongue Mei-chan~ a special massage coming out~ Sensei I'm not responsible for anything!

Covering my hands in a golden glow, I began to knead Mei's tense shoulders, making her blush and groan, I ignored the surprised and reproachful looks from Loader-sensei who was just like an ant in a hot frying pan walking from one place to another without knowing what to do. do, except feign ignorance.

--Oh~ right there Yuujiiiii~

--Understood~

*A huge amount of unthinkable groans afterwards*

***

--I feel much better Yuuji-kun~ Now I can finish my Babys #321~ Mecha-Gantus~

--At your service Mei-chan~

Stroking the hair of the ruddy but happy crazy mechanic, I resisted the urge to kiss her for the little morality I have left and for my fidelity to Fuyumi, I resisted the temptation of those pale cherry lips, those golden eyes and that face full of seduction. and innocence.

--Thank you Yuji-kun~

--You're welcome, see you~ Mei-chan~

Saying goodbye to her I left the workshop like a soul that carries the devil.

***

Roof of some building.

--Certainly the clouds are fluffy~

Observe the blue sky with a certain touch of melancholy, while remembering the particularities of certain women who torture and brighten my life.

--Yeah... they certainly are fluffy~