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"Expression through Writing and talking"
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Delsin stood there, savoring the sight before him. Rei's bunny suit shimmered in icy blue, adorned with delicate snowflake patterns, a matching snowflake choker resting elegantly against her neck. Beside her, Toga wore a blood-red bunny suit, the color suiting her perfectly, her spiked choker adding a touch of danger to her allure. Though Rei's curves were fuller than Toga's, the difference never mattered to Delsin—his love for them was unwavering and equal
Delsin: (circling them slowly, eyes tracing every detail with a faint smirk) "I figured you'd both be asleep by now."
Toga: (strikes a playful pose, lips curling into a sly grin) "Well, yeah… but we figured we'd 'help' ease the tension since your little friend decided to interrupt us."
Rei: (rests a hand over her chest, voice calm yet teasing) "Besides, you know you'd enjoy yourself either way.(steps closer with a graceful sway, eyes locked on him) Just sit back and let us handle everything, husband~"
Delsin sat on the bed as Rei and Toga leaned in, each brushing his cheek with a soft kiss before their lips found his in a shared embrace. The night unfolded with passion, their bond deepening until, by midnight, it felt unshakable. They ended the evening with a sweet dessert before drifting into sleep, the three of them tangled together in quiet warmth.
When dawn broke, Delsin was the first to stir. Rei and Toga lay nestled against him, their exhaustion from the night before evident in the way they clung to his sides. He lingered for a moment, content, but the memory of his promise to meet Deku at the beach pulled him from bed. Moving carefully so as not to disturb them, he slipped away, patched up a small wound Toga had left on him, dressed, and headed out.
The salty air greeted him as he arrived at the beach. There, waiting in his favorite All Might "Golden Age" shirt, Deku stood nervously, shifting from foot to foot as if unsure where to begin
Delsin: (steps forward with a chuckle, glancing at him) "Jeez, Deku… already shaking like a leaf."
Deku: (startled, stuttering) "S-sorry — I just couldn't wait to train, and I thought you wouldn't come because… because of your girlfriends."
Delsin: (smirks, eyes glinting with mischief) "Jealous? If you want, I can give you the number of a quirkless girl I know. Just keep in mind—you'd only be getting seconds."
Deku: (blushing furiously, waving his hands in panic) "N-no, that's n-not what I meant!"
Delsin: (waves a hand dismissively, grin fading into curiosity) "I'm just messing with you. But before we start, I gotta know—why ask me to train you instead of joining a dojo?"
Deku: (looks down, voice earnest) "Because you've always had courage—you always stood up for others. Even with your own issues, you're still willing to help… and, well, no dojo would accept me."
Delsin: (pauses, then gives a firm nod) "…Alright. I'll train you the whole day—straight through until midnight. So get ready for tonight."
For half the day, Delsin put Izuku through grueling work, having him haul heavy objects across the beach to build strength and endurance. Delsin stayed at the sidelines, calling out sharp words of encouragement, pushing him to go further with each step. By the time noon arrived, Izuku collapsed onto the sand, drenched in sweat and gasping for air. Delsin walked over, tossing him a cold bottle of water, a rare hint of approval in his expression as Izuku reached for it with trembling hands.
Delsin: (snaps a few pictures with a sly grin) "You've still got a lot to improve, Deku."
Deku: (tilts his head, confused and flustered) "W-why are you taking pictures of me?"
Delsin: (reaching down to pull him up) "Get your head out of the gutter—it's for progress. Like a before-and-after thing. And right now… you're definitely still in the 'before.'"
Deku: (grips his hand and pulls himself up) "So… what now?"
Delsin: (steady, authoritative) "Learn to fight. One of the most important parts of being a hero is being able to stand your ground and fight back when an enemy attacks."
Deku: (blinks in confusion) "Isn't that… already something heroes are supposed to know?"
Delsin: (eyes darkening, a crazed edge to his smile) "Yeah — most heroes and villains lean on their quirks. I'm talking about real fighting: punching, kicking, weapons. In those fights someone ends up dead, and you've got to be willing to scratch, bite, claw — aim for the eyes. What I learned from my parents as heroes is simple: it's kill or be killed, nothing more, nothing less."
Deku: (hesitates, concern flickering in his eyes) "Isn't that… a bit extreme?"
Delsin: (perches on a smashed fridge, voice low and hard) "Not extreme enough, my friend — villains won't hesitate to take lives if you give them the chance. So shut up and throw a punch."
Deku threw a weak, sluggish punch at Delsin—so pitiful that Delsin didn't even bother moving from the broken fridge he stood on. With a casual motion, he caught the punch midair and shoved it aside, sending Deku stumbling backward onto the sand. Delsin flicked his hand, and a spike of molten metal shot forward, hissing through the air before striking a broken stove nearby. Deku froze, knowing all too well that if Delsin had truly meant harm, he'd already be dead. Stepping down from the fridge, Delsin reached out a hand and pulled him back to his feet.
Delsin: (leans forward, grin vanishing into a razor-sharp smile) "You're already dead — again."
For the rest of the afternoon, Delsin drilled Deku in the rough art of street fighting, forcing him to adapt—using anything within reach as a weapon. But despite his effort, Deku's lack of real-world experience showed. Years of being bullied and never fighting back had left him uncertain, hesitant, and clumsy. Even with Delsin as his only real friend, he had no sense of how to defend himself. Most of the time, Delsin ended up shoving him aside or knocking him down, trying to ignite some fire in him. By the time night settled over the beach, Deku lay sprawled on the sand, completely spent, while Delsin stood nearby, casually drinking water and watching the waves roll in.
Delsin: (staring out at the moonlit ocean) "The waves are beautiful at night — one day I'll bring Rei and Toga and we'll sit here and watch them."
Deku: (slowly pushes himself up, wincing) "I-I think you cracked my ribs…"
Delsin: (sits back on a dented cabinet, tone softening slightly) "Once it heals, it'll be tougher to break again. Still… I feel a bit bad, so you can crash at my place in two days — Monday. I've got a feeling something special's gonna happen." (stands, stretching) "C'mon, I'm sure Rei's warmed up some leftovers by now. Just call your mom so she doesn't worry."
Deku pulled out his phone and called his mother, his voice tired but steady as he assured her he was safe. When the call ended, Delsin helped him up, slinging an arm around his shoulder to support him on the walk home. Back at the house, Rei and Toga had warmed up the leftovers, the comforting scent filling the air. The four of them ate together in quiet contentment, the exhaustion of the day giving the meal a peaceful stillness. When it was over, Deku drifted to the couch, barely managing to thank them before falling asleep almost instantly.