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ᴋᴀʏ~sʜɪᴍᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴋʜᴀɴ’s comments from the My Hero Academia: The Next Generation group.

Aston rolled his eyes at first, simply going about his business. "You act like I don't have it later or anytime besides now to give you affection, Masami." He gave Cole a tempered look, letting him know he knew it was a joke, but not his best one. He glanced up abruptly when he heard Masami's whimper. He walked over, waiting for Riley to finish her hug with him before pulling Masami to his side. "Does something hurt?" He frowned, meeting Masami's gaze with a serious undertone. He rested his hands on Masami's chest, curious as to whether he misheard him or not.

Aston blinked and turned to the door, having been cleaning up the kitchen from making dinner. He sat down the rag and walked up to him, pausing Masami before he could fully enter the house. He put a hand to his chest and looked up at him. "That's good. But for me to determine." He skimmed Masami's frame, making sure there wasn't any immediate injury despite what he said. "You look fine." He smiled sweetly before reaching up and pecking his cheek. He pulled away and went back to the kitchen. "It's good to have you home in one piece." He finished wiping down the counters, throwing the rag into the dirty basket of cloths from dishes and other nefarious things.

Aston waited anxiously out in the car, biting his lip as he glanced out the window. He blinked when Masami came back with bags. He took the drink and looked at Masami, his brow raised. "Thank you." He glanced back down at his lap, messing with his ring. He's never been too anxious of a person, but with his fiance he seemed to change in more areas than one. Particularly this area of his nerves when it came to how his mind worked. Since he seemed to always have plenty of ideas for when it came to certain things.

Aston blinked when Masami pecked his lips, kissing back for the brief moment their lips had met. He flushed a bright red at the suggestion of a hotel. Oh, Masami. When he continued driving and didn't even pull into the driveway, he got more suspicious. He shook his head. "No, unless you can think of other things we need, then no." He flushed and glanced down at his lap. He could only imagine what his fiance was thinking of right now, and he didn't know how to feel about the things he could think of.

Aston flushed, knowing what the simple sentence meant. Why they needed to stop home for anything was even more of a concern for him. "Oh. Okay. Masami." He looked over at him tentatively, still at odds with wanting to know what he was thinking at the moment. He shifted in his seat, his mind wandering places as Masami drove.

Aston was confused, blinking when Masami opened his door. He hesitantly got in the car, worrying more as to what he was missing. Masami had never mentioned plans before the dinner, not until the whole fiasco with Raiden. He watched his fiance out the window, wondering what he was thinking. When he started driving he finally broke a little. "Pit stop home? So plans don't involve going home?" He gazed at him, not knowing what to anticipate as time wore on.

Aston blinked and simply followed his fiance. "Did you let the others know? We can't just leave without letting them know-" He realized that Masami had just texted them and closed his mouth, flushing slightly. "Plans where?" He asked, keeping pace beside him to exit the bar, wondering and worrying. In a way. Masami was much more unpredictable tonight especially.

Aston bit his tongue further as he covered another moan. His fingers dug a little harsher into Masami's shoulders as he pressed his hips again. He huffed, his cheeks bright red, glancing down as he pulled on his belt loop. His breath caught as he went to shift, covering up a vocal response at what Masami was doing. When Masami let him down he nearly sighed in relief, looking at his fiance with a slight frown. He followed behind him, still flustered from earlier. He knew a couple of the hickies were visible, peaking above his collar. But he simply left it for now, hoping no one noticed. "Leave?" He frowned slightly, eyes searching Masami as he stepped out of the bathroom.

Aston covered a small moan at Masami's pressing against him. He watched him out of the corner of his eyes, his fingers digging lightly into his shoulders. He bit his tongue as Masami worked at his neck, not wanting to make any noise. He was startled by the door opening, his heart racing at the anticipation of someone hearing and his face turning a bright red. He pushed on Masami's shoulders again, his eyes pleading with him this time. At least until he felt his hand at his waist band. He swallowed, shifting to displace himself between the wall and Masami. It wasn't until then he realized the hickies Masami was leaving was in plain view even with his collared shirt. He went a deeper shade of red at that thought and started to shift more.

Aston flushed and tipped his head, closing his eyes for a moment as Masami spoke. He opened his eyes again and looked at Masami, swallowing. He obviously would've never thought that about Raiden, if not for Masami saying something now. "I se- Masami-" He gasped at being pressed to the wall and the squeeze to his ass. His eyes widened slightly and he gave a small moan at the attention to his neck. He let it go for a minute before snapping out of his small reverie and pressing on Masami's shoulders. "M-Masami! Not here. Please." He looked at him, wondering where this sudden intensity came from. Masami knew how he felt about publicity and doing things like this in public. He knew it was a strict no and he never really pushed it or presented the idea quite like this before.

Aston flushed when Masami took them to the stall and locked the door. He was confused as to what he was doing, but would be lying if he didn't admit he was a little nervous. What are you thinking? He bit his tongue as Masami's words murmured against the skin of his neck, listening as he spoke. He gasped slightly at the bite, not expecting it. "No. I didn't think he was. Because I thought he knew we were engaged- Masami. What are you doing?" He looked down at him, swallowing slightly. He held his shoulders, his cheeks flushed a pleasant red. "I'll start noticing these things, I promise." He was more concerned with Masami's behavior. Affection was Masami, but this type of feeling he was getting from him was different.

Aston's eyes widened further and clutched on to his fiance. He met Raiden's eyes once to let him know he didn't hold that much of a grudge, though he wouldn't soon forget the fact that Raiden knew he was engaged and yet still went after him, even if he didn't know it was Masami, as shown by the wided look of surprise he had while Masami carted him away. He didn't miss a beat of Masami's unmasked threat to Raiden, and his cheeks flushed a deep red at the grip on his ass Masami had. He went a deeper shade at the slight scolding he felt he was taking as he mentioned the hints he missed. "N-no." He swallowed. "I didn't think he was... like that. i don't notice him looking, honestly." He glanced away, his hands resting on Masami's shoulders. He waited a moment before looking up at him. "I'm sorry I didn't get it sooner."

Aston's eyes widened more and he went to speak. His hand had come up to push back on his chest and, in the kindest terms, refuse his advances. He was more concerned as to how Raiden didn't know, or if he did, he was engaged to Masami and why he would make this blatant of an advance to begin with.
He blinked when Masami showed up and started speaking, his mouth parting in surprise as he realized that no, Raiden didn't know they were engaged. He looked at Masami, finding his behavior far from normal. He's seen his fiance angry before, but never on this particular level. He glanced at Raiden and then turned slightly to Masami. "Yes-"
He was taken aback by Raiden's words, and more so by Masami's more vulgar ones. He paused and took a step forward, putting an arm on Masami's shoulder. "Masami." His voice was sharp, aiming to get his attention so he wouldn't do anything too rash to Raiden. "You wanted to talk? Alone?"

Aston froze, his eyes widening slightly at Raiden's touch. Considering no one but Masami had ever touched him in such a way, it caught him off guard. He stiffened, the hand on the small of Aston's back almost like fire against him. He finally was picking up on the signs, the words were finally registering through his slightly buzzed brain. Raiden was hitting on him, pretty much the entire time. He swallowed and his cheeks warmed pink, especially after the squeeze to them. More so against Raiden's touch. His lips parted to respond, but he lacked the words and comprehension to speak. He flushed more in embarrassment than anything, not flustered by Raiden's actions but embarrassed he didn't get where he was going with his intentions until now, when there was no disconcerting it.

Aston thought for a moment, wondering if he should say something to begin with. He ended up sighing and letting his slightly muddled brain take over. "I was a model. When I was 15 and then I stopped being one when I was 17. They wanted me back but... I'm not the modeling type." He realized the hands on his upper hips and was processing to take them away, but ended up leaving them there and alone. He couldn't take a step back due to the people around him, so he was a step from almost being flush with Raiden. He kept his movement minimal, his hips swaying to the beat and glancing from the side and floor to Raiden.

Aston watched him observe, his eyes meeting Raiden's for a moment when they met. He chuckled at the comment on the group and spun, his back to Raiden then closer than he was before. He had meant to step back when he was done with the move, but that hadn't been the case. Most likely due to the person behind him he didn't want to hit. He sighed a little. "Nope, it was something my mother forced me to do as a kid. Along with... a few other things." He glanced up at him, pausing for a moment. It was then he felt like he was missing something. Something about Raiden and the conversation that Masami and him were having. He didn't know why he felt that way, but he did. He blinked, going back to sway his hips to the beat.

Aston barely registered that the touch he felt closer to his hips was Raiden's hands. He laughed as he hummed. "I wouldn't know, but I'll take your word for it. He doesn't seem the brightest, sometimes," he admitted, chuckling a little. Aston blinked at his comment and paused for a moment. "I do? Well, I guess me taking dance classes for a couple of years might be why. But sure." He smiled a little at Raiden and waited for the next song to start, one with the same rhythm as the last. He got into it, his hips moving in time to the beat, his steps in sync as well.

Aston laughed at Raiden's comment and moved a little more stable in the dance, moving his hips with the song as well. "I see. Make sense. Denki seems to still lack some control over his quirk. It's exactly why he is not a homeroom teacher or a quirk endorser for UA." He chuckled and twirled easily, coming back a little closer than he had initially anticipated to Raiden. He continued on with his steps and hip movement, the twirl just another step he took with ease. He smiled slightly at Raiden, getting slightly comfortable.

Aston flushed a little at Raiden grabbing his hand and followed him to the dance floor. He didn't think much into the action and just let it go. "Yeah, he seems snappy tonight. Not his usual stuff. Maybe he's not getting enough ass." He chuckled at the joke, knowing for sure his fiance was getting enough, but not at the amount he wanted, for sure. His drive was almost too much for Aston when in the bedroom.
Aston hummed, thinking to himself. "Well, there's not much that you don't already know. Besides my quirk I guess. I have two. I can light on different light spectrums and heat to extreme temperatures." He explained, not really noticing the hand on his waist as he swayed to the beat himself. He just happened to know the song, and added in some footwork, mostly what he learned from dance class. And his own knowledge as well.

Aston blinked, caught off guard. He was going to say no, but then thought why not. He blamed the 2 glasses of brandy for entertaining the thought. Raiden wasn't wrong, he glanced back to look at Masami and found he was stiffer than usual. It wasn't like his fiance and it did make him wonder. He'd have to check up on him after the dance. "Sure. I'm surprised he's being the way he is. He's usually the one begging me to dance." He chuckled slightly, letting Raiden lead the way to the dancefloor. He might've said yes, but that didn't mean he was fully willing to take charge and go on the dancefloor first.