Total Command

Chapter 42: Not with a bang but a whimper

The sickness has spread...

I need to speed up my cure.

Kae stood up and walked away from the television. "Prepare Eri," she said to someone in the shadows. "We're having an extra session today."

Soft.

Izuku felt the gentle ministrations of a hand in his hair, his face pressed against an exceedingly soft surface that gave him a sense of peace and calm he doubted he could achieve in any other situation, flow or not.

"C̡'m͓on̟ ̙s̯lee̙py ḥead-̗ y͚ou͓ ̠g̲ottạ w̼ak̨e up~̝"

He groaned slightly, digging his head a little deeper into the soft surface. "5 more minutes..."

The surface shuddered slightly with melodic laughter that tickled his ears. "Get up,͉ ͓y͢ou b͈ig̣ luͅg.̱ ͖P̣eo̭p̯le̢ aͅr͖e͎ g̱onna ̟ge͖t̗ woͅr͓rie̗d͢.̼"

Why would people get worrie-

The festival.

His head shot upwards, slamming into something soft above him, his vision blocked by-

BOOBS!?

A hand wrapped behind his head, locking him against the supple chest he had face planted against. "Ge̠tti̳n͖g f̗ris̩k͇y̳ alṛe̘a͎dy͈?̼~ Ki̘ḑṣ thes̰e͕ day͔s ar̰e̬ ̩s͔o ͙bo̯l̺d...̠"

He knew that 'voice'.

"N̼o̝t͟ ̺t̩ha͎t ͔I ̲m͉i̥nd̻~"

He could feel his face warm up as both arms flailed around, trying to find purchase to pull away from the suffocating softness.

Wait- both arms?

WAIT, NANA!?

He finally managed to grab onto her shoulders, pushing his head slightly away from the bust of the- what he only thought to be the voice in his head up until now. Eyes adjusting back to the light after their bout in darkness.

What he saw took his breath away.

He thought he knew what ethereal meant before, but he couldn't have been more wrong.

His eyes locked onto hers for the first time, green against gray, then blue, purple...

He knew he should've been at least a little creeped out by her eyes slowly shifting colors, but he couldn't help but get slightly mesmerized by them instead.

In fact, her whole body was constantly changing. Her features were shifting ever so slightly under her black hero suit, and even the suit itself changing, its design morphing from one form to the next. Only her face and hair remaining constant. He blinked a couple of times, eyes moving over her hair up in a messy bun, her sharp and intelligent eyes, and the mole under her lip.

She seemed to be doing the same with him.

"I͟ ̝kn͔ḛw̰ ̢y͟o̖u ͖wer͖e̥ ͙ąṯtr̥acti͢ve," she smirked, pulling his face a little closer as if appraising a gem. "Cute ͚f͢r͜eckl̺e̯s ̣t͍oo͈~"

"... Holy shit"

"Wͅhat̫'s w͢r͕on͜g?̥" She asked with a small pout. "D̟on'͚t̳ li͈k͇eͅ m̹e ̹g̭e̲t̜ting hand̺s͟y?"

" What?- no, it's not that. " He pulled back a little then shook his head. "Why can I see you? Why can you touch me?"

"Oh̟,̻ ̹th̞a͈t?͈" she shrugged, lightly laughing while doing so. "W̟ha͜t d͎o̫ yo̠u͟ tḥin̤k̦, M̟ist̺e͈r̟ Bi̮g͓ ̻Braͅi̱n?̮"

Oh. He had fallen unconscious.