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2???'s POV

"I love you One, I really do, so why are you making me do this?" I asked the 'girl' standing in front of me now. She was wearing a cute knee length skirt and her silver hair flowed about half way down her back and her breast, well how is a bra doing all that? Neither of us are wearing anything, well, in there. How was I a C cup? What does that even mean? Her eyes were thankfully still that beautiful shade of green I couldn't help but adore.

In contrast I look down at myself with my own red hair, only about half way to my shoulders. I had a fair amount of curl to them leaving me more than frustrated at having to wear the itchy material at all. This is the only disguise that requires us to wear wigs and I will now have to get used to it. We would be wearing this anytime we left to go to Eraserhead's house. Which would be at least once a week until the mission is completed, sometimes more. I was also wearing a skirt and my top did little to hide my pecs. Why am I trying to hide them again? Oh yeah, because they looked like full on boobs.

"We both know 'god' hates us," One groaned walking back into our kitchen and we looked at the now shell shocked Eraserhead.

"Who?" Eraserhead couldn't even finish his sentence.

"It's One and Two," I grumbled only to get a sharp stab in the side from One. "Sorry, I'm not thrilled by this one, fuck."

"Oh and you were so much better with any of the other ones?" One smirked, eyeing me up and down before fixing my skirt by rolling the top and making it even shorter.

"What?" I started shrieking trying to push him/her away. I look at him defensively trying to cover myself as if that would, somehow make this less bad. One made us shave our legs, OUR FUCKING LEGS. For this one. As well as a number of other painful things. Like come on there is no way anyone would have seen the two or three hairs between my eyebrows or the light peach fuzz on my upper lip.

I looked at him in the same 'cute' skirt that I was wearing only a good two or three inches higher than mine and wearing bright cherry red heels. He was the cutest girl I have ever seen in my life the way his legs just seemed to go for days ending in that ass...

One didn't pull any punches either he answered with the cutest girl's voice I have ever heard, "Oh come on Two, don't you want to know what I feel like?" She started purring before nipping at my ear. Yep we are another gay couple and according to One, we were hot.

"One, this is wrong on so many levels." I let out a sigh before lightening my own voice to match hers. "But I love you," I cooed in response. I watched his eyes widen and his breath hitch just a little; cross dressing, not my thing but watching One get turned on? Either as a man or a woman, it was hot.

"I did not give either of you enough credit in stealth for this level of undercover work." Eraserhead answered shocked, looking back and forth between us. I already knew what he was thinking though. Just how in the hell did we pull this off? Answer; painfully.

"Come on, this safe house has been marked to be discarded. We have about half an hour to make it to the next one and set up." I turned to Eraserhead before adding, "We'll meet you at the cafe. Sorry but you can't know where the safe house is and absolutely no one can see you anywhere near it anyway."

One gently guided him out of the house while I started dousing the place in gasoline starting with our bedroom. The pro hero started to protest saying that the fire could spread but One shut it down.The whole area was marked for demolition in a few short months anyway and it was roped off to avoid any danger. One grabbed our things while I worked, wearing the lime green heels he forced into my hands before packing our other shoes away.

"Happy place, happy place, happy place," I recited to myself as I finished and tossed the barrels on the couch before walking outside and joining them.

I looked at One and he gave me a small smile and I bent down like a lady and set off the fire and we walked away as the things started exploding.

We left for the park sitting there for just a few minutes before moving on to the next safe house and setting up. Once we were done, I led One to the cafe where Eraserhead was waiting for us.

"Uncle!" One called out actually jumping into the air and latching onto the man we both admired.

"Molly! Careful you almost knocked him over," I huffed pouting that I couldn't be the one to hug him first. This is all a part of our characters, I know I'm lying to myself.

"You're just mad you didn't get to hug him first Brenda!" She teased me and I felt myself turning bright red at the accusation.

"No you're just being silly now," I pouted again, turning away from both of them. Poor Eraserhead looked so lost and confused I took pity on him and grabbed his elbow as if he were escorting me somewhere.

"Everyone knows that I am his favorite anyway," I smirked while growing even redder at the feel of how it felt to have my chest squeezed against him like that. Only a few more days and I will be showing him exactly what I think of him, I mean her. Fuck, One, I'm thinking about my lover not... Forget it.

"Not fair! Uncle Shota tell Brenda that she is full of it and I am your favorite!" I watched One bite the inside of her cheek and let her brow scrunch up.

"I can't believe that I missed either of you," he groaned before leading the way regardless of if we were ready or not. We playfully fought over who was his favorite knowing that we were driving him absolutely crazy.

When we arrived, Present Mic was just unlocking the door and we ran up to him screaming out, "Uncle Hizashi!" making him nearly jump out of his skin, but he took one look at Eraserhead and played along beautifully.

"Girls! What are you doing here? I haven't seen you since you were just little listeners," he started laughing happily when both One and I jumped on him, trapping him in a hug. If only he knew just how true that was. Hugs are still hard for me to get used to and I was constantly avoiding touching anything with my face at all, afraid that the makeup One helped me put on would come off.

"Can we just go inside, please. Today has just been too much," Eraserhead groaned walking up the steps towards us.

I stuck out my tongue at him, before letting myself plop down next to One and wrapping my arms around her as she did the same to me and we pouted. God if only I knew the power of pouting before any of this I just might have skipped so much drama. That or created a shit ton more, I don't know which would have been more fun.

We had to wear hoodies, jackets or something to hide how thick our arm muscles were but otherwise we looked like perfect teenage girls. Maybe high school graduates even. The makeup helped a lot with that one.

"Oh come on Shota, they are just excited to see us," Present Mic tried to scold him but Eraserhead looked like he could kill any second now. We followed Present Mic into the house and One and I practically crashed on the couch.

"So how does pizza sound?" Present Mic asked, chuckling at how overdramatic we were being. That got our attention and we both shot up and bowed in silence hoping we wouldn't give away who we were. Of course my stomach decided now was the perfect time to complain and One's did too. When was the last time we ate anything at all? Was it really only three days ago?

"Give me that!" Eraserhead took the phone and ordered 3 extra large pizzas with extra toppings and some kind of fruit salad as well as regular salad. Then once the person on the other end verified everything, "By the way this is Shota Aizawa can you please add on our usual order as well?"

Once he hung up we tackled him in a hug again telling him how thankful we were and I swear to God if anyone says anything about me fucking crying I will fucking kill someone.

Eraserhead let out a sigh pinching the bridge of his nose, "So exactly how much can we tell my husband?"

We pulled away from him and looked at each other, it was like we were having a full blown conversation using nothing but our facial expressions. We were on the fence about it. On the one hand it would be nice if another person knew and it could be helpful if something came up but on the other hand Present Mic was a super loud Pro Hero who literally used his voice as a weapon.

I watched as One's eyebrows twitched and I could feel my nose scrunch the tinest bit and, oh my fucking, he didn't. No he did not just bite his lower lip. I threw my arms up and huffed sitting down on the couch and hugged a pillow to hide my very hard to miss erection. Life just got a lot harder as I pouted some more before One threw a purse at me laughing.

"This will help with that," she giggled as her purse matched red to her bright red heels. Of course the purse she threw at me was the same lime green as my own heels. Thankfully they were not small purses. If I wanted I could probably fit a textbook in one of these things.

"Thanks," I gave an airy sigh and saw One's cheeks tint the lightest shade of pink before she adjusted her own purse.

"So for those of us that don't speak using facial twitches and silence?" Eraserhead groaned, already tired.

"Sorry, but he just doesn't have the security clearance. It would have to be approved by 'god' first." One sighed her voice tightening so naturally it was hard to believe that he was faking.

"God?" Present Mic started backing up more than slightly confused.

"Honestly, it would be better if you didn't know until the end. My own words are laced with traces of a giggle to keep that lightness. I turned to One, "Is there a way to talk without doing this to myself," I asked pointing at my throat knowing he knew what I was talking about.

"Crying," one word answer? Really?

I let out a huff of air and the doorbell rang and One and I jumped up ready to defend each other, our backs against each other as I felt the thrill of One's quirk starting to hum. Thankfully it was not visible, at least not yet.

"Calm down it's probably the pizza," Eraserhead groaned, turning around to answer the door and after just a moment he returned with a large stack of food boxes and we quickly jumped up to help him to the kitchen.

"At least drop the act while you're eating," Eraserhead slapped my hand away from a box that smelled like heaven if it involved soft gooey cheese stuffed crust topped with tomato sauce and an enormous amount of meat, vegetables and cheese on top.

"Yes sir!" One and I both saluted our voices deepening to their natural bass and I swear Present Mic jumped out of his skin and hid behind Eraserhead.

"Oh come on Uncle Hizashi, don't tell us you're scared of little old us?" I smirked before adding the girly giggle at the end letting it ring throughout the kitchen.

"Okay you know what? Nevermind. Stay in character please," Eraserhead eyes were big while I watched a shiver run through him. I guess it was more than unsettling.

"Okay, Uncle Shota!" One bubbled again before helping himself to a large slice of pizza and I quickly followed suit.

"I don't want to know," I heard Present Mic whisper to Eraserhead.

"I wish I didn't," he answered, earning a look from both of us, that they both quickly held up their hands in surrender before grabbing plates down and putting one in front of each of us before making their own food. We quickly went over the plan and how they fit into it at the moment.

***

We slept cuddled up with each other after getting what could only be described as a warning look from Eraserhead, we had rolled our eyes but locked the door and did what was expected of us. We slept, for what was probably the first time in years, we slept peacefully.

I woke up to someone gently shaking my arm only to find Eraserhead sitting next to me on the bed. We were in pajama pants and our disguises had been put aside nice and neatly to make it easier to put together in the morning.

"You're supposed to come with me to school right?" I looked at the man talking to me. My brain was still muddled with sleep until I gave up closing my eyes again. How many days did we stay up in order to get those flash drives? "Two?" I heard him actually chuckling while he shook me awake.

You know what? Fuck this. I opened my eyes just enough to grab him and pull him down with us and rolled over so he was now between One and I.

"Dadzawa five more hours? Those flash drives were hard to get..." One yawned, wrapping him in his own arms as well. He froze at his words and the two of us snuggled closer only too happy for the extra body warmth.

"What did you call me?" His voice was nearly a whisper and I had to rack my brain for a minute before I realized what was said.

"Dadzawa?" I asked yawning now, pinning his legs down as well, One had one side and I had the other.

"Where-?" He started and One placed a hand over his mouth mumbling about sleep before dozing back off again. Yes sleep, I snuggled closer letting it drag me back into the dark depths of my mind. Again once sleep stole over me, I couldn't feel more at peace than I did now.

***

I wake up stretching and find One cuddled in my arms and I can't help feeling lighter than air. I kiss his forehead and cuddle for just a moment more.

"Come on you know we're late," I groaned, even though I was the one waking him up I was trying to hide my face in his soft hair. Like I could somehow deny the words coming out of my own mouth.

"Yeah," he yawned before kissing on my neck and trying to pull away to stretch. I said try because I really didn't want to let him go.

"So with everything moved up where does that put us with the League?" I asked, trying to figure out how much we actually had to change.

"Well," he took a deep breath before letting it all out slowly. "We will need to finish with the stat assessment much sooner. We no longer have a month to finish talking to everyone. But the way I see it we should finish almost everyone by the end of next week even with us gone for most of it."

I start slowly stretching my stiff shoulders and neck while I listen to him hum and mutter his answers. Not like I couldn't understand every word of it anyway so I just listened as I slowly let him loose and moved my own body.

"You know we can't change the plans for this week. If we come back after only talking to Blob the other day it will raise questions." I nodded agreeing with what he was saying. "So we just need to establish a new safe house and find a way to get 'god' the notebooks I already have. It's not everything but it's a hell of a lot more than what we had during that one rescue job we did."

Again I nodded, this time arching my back a little and actually pulling away from my lover. "I don't think I have ever slept this well in my life. Can we just never get up?" I yawned before stretching my whole body like a cat and letting myself arch all the way up. Then I suddenly fell over the side and let out a squeak expecting to crash onto the floor only to land on the bed. What?

One must have been startled into doing the same thing because I heard him yelp just after me. What the? My eyes finally open now I shoot up looking around to see Eraserhead still with us in bed. In fact he looked amused as he watched our reactions. We weren't sleeping on the bed, we were cuddled up on top of Eraserhead sleeping while holding each other, like children.

I could feel all the blood in my body rush to my face as it grew hotter than my quirk. I looked over at One to see the same exact reaction, he was super red and we started stuttering out an apology at the same time.

Just how in the fuck did this actually happen? It's a damn good thing we didn't say anything he wasn't already cleared to know. Even though we hadn't really gotten around to telling him it all yet. Not with Present Mic around.

"Well I'm glad that I'm so comfortable to sleep on. I'll have to put that in my file of things that people like about me. It will be the very first thing in the file." He laughed happily before stopping abruptly. "No, being called Dadzawa will be the first thing."

I think I just might die of embarrassment. Just how did he? Oh my... The memories of him trying to wake me up came flooding back and if it's possible I think I am redder than my wig.

Self defence now activating my social interactions are maxed out and I haven't even left the bed yet... I'm still in the fucking bed!

"What the fuck is the matter with you? We locked the door for a reason, you sleep deprived caterpillar! What would have happened if your husband would have walked in here? Huh?" Surprisingly, it was not me going off the deep end. I looked over to see One's vibrant green eyes light up and sparks starting to shoot out.

"Oh fuck," I grabbed the pro hero and drag him away putting myself between them.

"Hey now it's okay," my voice was as soft as humanly possible as I tried to soothe the monster that is my lover. "Everything is okay, look here." I motion my hands around as if showing him a magic trick. I flipped both hands so he could see either side of them. I had gradually been moving closer and closer to him until I was right in front of him. He wasn't startled as I dragged first one hand lightly over his face making him shut his eyes and the muscles in his face softened just a hair. I followed with the second and I started using my quirk, being very careful not to get too sweaty and set him off again.

After only a minute I hear him let out a long sigh, "You're using your quirk on me aren't you?" His voice was so gentle it sounded like he was falling asleep.

"Well I mean it's not like you don't need to relax," I whispered, sliding a finger over his lips. He flinched but quickly opened his mouth letting me rub my thumb lightly over his teeth allowing him to lick the sweet moisture at his own pace.

"I thought you were supposed to be the angry one?" He asked dreamily, relaxing even more by the second. I let out a chuckle before sliding my hands behind his ears and gently rubbing slow circles. It's not long before he is lightly dozing in between my hands and I pick him up and lay him back down again.

"If you value your life you will leave now and I will wake him up properly," I said to the pro hero who just stared at me. I ran a hand through my hair and I tried to pull out a couple knots that had formed in my sleep. I turned to my lover and started to place gentle kisses on his face and moved slowly to his neck.

"Two! let me sleep, save that for the League." I couldn't help smiling at his giggles before I answered him.

"Oh, no. You only want me around for the League? Just kill me now!" I whimpered, pulling away, fighting the smile on my lips as I did.

He shot up and grabbed me, pulling my lips to his and I couldn't help the chuckles that escaped when we finally pulled away. "The League can't have you. You're mine."

I could feel my heart racing even when he pulled me in for another kiss. "One, if I didn't know better I would say you were starting things you don't intend to finish," I growled while nipping at his ear and earning the light moan coming from him.

"Why do we have to wait a couple more days, again?" He asked while gasping for air and I pulled away and buried my face in a pillow before screaming nonsense, letting the pillow muffle out my aggravation.

"Just go take a shower!" I hissed and pushed him over the edge of the bed and heard him yelp. Serves him right for doing this to me! I grab his pillow and bury my head under it trying not to scream again in frustration. Two more days, just two more and I won't have to let him out of bed again for more than a little while.