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Musutafu was soaked; the place had been under a deluge all day and was scheduled to have rain well into the next. Most of the city’s inhabitants had rushed home for drier conditions. Most of the shops and eateries still bothering to stay open were pretty much doing so because their ‘customers’ were seeking a respite from the rain.
The Bunny Hutch Hostess Club was one such place.
“I don’t think we’re gonna have much happen today, Sempai.” One of the hostesses said, looking out at the window. The other side of the street was barely visible.
Musashi, the club owner and senior hostess, sighed and adjusted the tail of her uniform. Like all the girls, she had on a bunny ear headband with matching cuffs and bowtie, fishnet leggings and a highleg cottontail leotard that left arms and shoulders bare, along with a level of cleavage that toed the limit of propriety.
“Yeah, you may be right. Listen, when the fellas we have head out, get the girls together and we’ll see if they wanna stick around in case we might get some more customers.”
“Figures, gotta walk home and forget my umbrella…” A figure could be muttering as they entered the club, getting the attention of Musashi and the other hostess. “You guys wouldn’t have a phone I could use, could you? Need to call home and my damn battery’s dead.”
“Oh, sure. It’s right over..” The hostess turned to look at the newcomer, and paused.”O-over there…” Her cheeks turned bright pink as she pointed to the counter. “Just h-hit the pound key to call outside.”
“Thanks.” They both watched as the boy walked by.
“Sempai…” She squeaked.
“Yeah…” She couldn’t place it, but there was something definitely not normal about the boy; and yet,that ‘something’ felt reassuring in a way.
“Hey, Mom.” He sounded a little resigned. ”Yeah, I’m ok. I’m gonna be kinda late getting home. Rain’s making it hard to see and my phone died.” His tone turned exasperated. “You know what the laws on unlicensed Quirk usage are…! No, not you, Mom. I was talking to Le-” A loud thump and startled yelp grabbed the attention of everyone there. “Mom, I gotta get off for a sec. There’s a problem I need, “ his voice suddenly turned deep and raspy. ”..𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔦𝔵”
The job didn’t seem that hard. The Hutch had a decent reputation, and the pay was ok. Heck, Ochako’s parents had been alright with her working there.
Now, though, she was wishing she’d taken her Uncle’s offer to learn some martial arts. “S-sir, this isn’t…” she yelped when she was backed against the table, sending a couple of thankfully empty bottles clattering to the floor. “This isn’t that kind of club!”
“Ah, dun’ be a puhhrude!” The man grunted, leering at her. From the way he was slurring his voice, he was drunk well before coming here. “Itz yer job to take carea guys, ain’t it!?”
“But not like-ah!” She winced when he grabbed her arm, his fingers digging into her bicep.
“So take carOW!” He’d started to try and paw at her backside when his head snapped forward. “Thefuk!?” He yelled, turning around while grabbing the back of his head in pain.
“ℌ𝔢𝔶, 𝔡𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡.” The figure scowled at him. “𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭.”
Growling, the man let her go, snatching up one of the bottles to brandish at the punk. “Piss off, runt!” He started to raise the bottle threateningly...until it was snatched out of his hand. “Hey, you…little…?” His gaze slowly drifted upward, shifting from drunken anger to a wet spot forming on his pants the higher his face lifted.
“AAHHHHH-” *WHAMP!*
“Good distance…” Musashi whistled.
“Never saw someone ricochet off a car like that.” Another hostess commented.
“𝔖𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔢𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤.” Came the reply, along with hands being dusted off. “𝔉𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱”
“Uh, you guys know I can pay for this, right?” He said, before downing the last of his soda. “ I mean, I just got-”
“Consider it on the house.” Musashi interrupted. “For getting rid of that creep.”
“S-so…” Ochako sat beside him, blushing brightly. “Your first time to the Hutch?”
“Pretty much. To be honest, I didn’t even know about the place until I was walking by.”
“Well, most of our clientele come by word of mouth.” She bit her lip a little. “I have to be honest, I’ve never seen you around, you local or are you based in Hosu or somewhere?”
He gave her a confused look. “Huh?”
“I mean, most pro-heros are somewhere in Musutafu, but a lot are in the other cities”
“Oh, I’m no pro hero.” He shook his head. “I’m just finishing up my last year of junior high.”
Ochako paused. “Do what?”
“Yeah. I’m gonna try to enroll to UA when I can.”
“Wait…you’re my age??”
“You’re fourteen too?”
“What, don’t I look it?” Ochako tilted her head. “
“Well…” He coughed, plainly showing he was trying not to look down.
Musashi could be heard giggling in the back. “I warned her.”
It took a second, but when it set in, Ochako squeaked and frantically tried to cover up her chest, albeit in a somewhat futile effort.
“You look good in that outfit, if it’s any consolation.” He offered, which served to make her cheeks turn an even brighter shade of pink.
Musashi watched on in amusement as the two engaged in light chatter. Ochako mentioned her own quirk, and how she had to keep at least one finger covered or off something so it didn’t affect whatever she touched. The two split a slice of tiramisu, and she glanced over at the clock. “Hey, ‘Chako, it’s time for you to head home.”
“Already?” She looked up at the clock as well.
“I can walk you there if you want.” He offered. “Wouldn’t put it past the prick to be waiting somewhere if he’s come to by now.”
“Would you?” She perked up. “That’d be a relief…”
“Oh my, taking boys home without even trading names?” Musashi ‘tisked’ teasingly. “Naughty girl, ‘Chako.”
Both boy and girl flushed when it hit them.
“M-MUSASHI” ‘Chako cried out in embarrassment, trying her best to glare.
The older hostess just cackled.
Ochako sighed and faltered. “She has a point, though. I’m Ochako…Ochako Uraraka.”
The boy started to say something, but realizing he’d forgotten to pull his hood down. He quickly did so, revealing a messy head of green hair, and a dusting of freckles across his face. Though what got Ochako’s attention were the faintly glowing green eyes.
“I’m Izuku Midoriya.”
“Well, at least it’s not storming.” Ochako said, walking beside Izuku as they watched the people who’d been unfortunate to have to get out running as fast as they could to their cars or doorways. “N-not that I mind, but I’d rather be home during stuff like that.”
“Kinda like storms myself.” Izuku said, letting her lead the way. He adjusted his hood, and again wondered just how the hell she’d managed to get up under the hoodie with him…and when the hell did it have room for two-
He fought the urge to roll his eyes when it finally clicked. ‘I should have figured…’
The two continued their walk, Ochako occasionally making sure the poor visibility wasn’t causing her to miss a turn. And Izuku’s eyes proved to be enough of a deterrent for the fools that thought a couple kids in the rain was an easy target.
“I think…yeah, there it is!” Ochako motioned towards the apartment building barely visible at the end of the block. “That’s where I-YEEK!” She squealed in fright when a bolt of lightning struck the nearby streetlight.
“DAMN! That was the second closest time I had a bolt come down!” Izuku said, bracing against the roll of thunder.
“...”
“Ochako?”
“...”
“Ochako? You all…” He paused when he felt a pair of arms around him, and a slender hand on his chest, another on his lower back. “You…all right?”
The brunette let out a soft squeak as she ran her finger over one of the pectorals, feeling the striations. ‘You could cut sashimi on this...'
Izuku almost choked on his inhale when he felt her hand brushing his stomach. ‘I probably should’ve worn a shirt.’
‘Chako wanna eat her sashimi-no, bad Ochako! No perving on new boy you just met...new...ripped boy…’ She whimpered. ‘I hate you right now, puberty...wait a second…’
‘Hang on..’
‘I/She forgot to change out of my/her uniform…!’ Both turned bright red at this revelation. Ochako due to having an muscled arm now wedged in between her - nearly exposed - cleavage. Izuku because he tensed slightly on reflex at the embrace, his bicep now flexing into her chest.
Both were VERY glad the hoodie was hiding them, despite no one being around to see.
“Than-thanks for the escort, Izuku.” Ochako said, doing her best to control her blush while pulling herself out from under the hoodie once they reached the elevator.
“No problem.” Izuku quickly looked away as she adjusted her leotard. “Uh, your parents ok with you coming home like…?”
“I did once, my poor dad almost had a heart attack.” She replied, stepping into the elevator.
“Not quite what I…”
“Oh, if you’re ever near the Hutch, please stop-I mean, feel free to stop by.” She called out while the door closed.
“Sure…” He said, as it shut, then a loud squeak could be heard from inside. “Guess she found...what? It's not like she was showing much more!”
“Mom, I’m home.” He called out, shaking the water off his hoodie back outside.
“Hey, sweetie.” Inko looked up from the show she’d been watching. “Hope you didn’t have too much trouble getting home in this rain.”
”Eh.” He shrugged. ”Not much. Stopped at a place called the Bunny Hutch Hostess Club, kicked a perv's ass when he wouldn't stop pawing at one of the hostesses, they let me grab a bite to eat and I walked her…”
“ Her ?” Inko was right beside him with a ‘do tell’ grin on her face. “I’m listening.”
“Come on, Mom!” He groaned, shoulders slumping. “Not this again!”
“What? I like to stay optimistic.”
“You know my track record with girls! Besides, I was just walking Ochako home so that prick wouldn't try something while she-”
“That’s her name??”
Izuku gave his mother a leery glance. “Yeah…”
“You know her name!”
“Mom…!”