"Mineta!" I yelled as he stood in front of my dresser with practically every pair of panties I owned. He was drooling all over himself and had his dick in his hand.

"Dude!" Hanta yelled, while Mineta just stood there dumb founded. Probably too brain dead from using the mountain of tissues in my trashcan.

Before I could do anything, Hanta had Mineta wrapped up head to toe in his tape and taped him to the ceiling out in the hallway.

"Gross." I sighed and used a spare folder I had to scoop the remander tissues into the trash can and shove them down into the bag, where I didn't have to touch them.

I also looked at my dresser and realized that he had soiled every pair of underwear I had. There was no saving any of them.

"Are you okay?" Sero asked and placed his hand on my back.

"Yeah, not the first time I've caught him in my room." I said. "First time he's done this, though."

"Maybe you should talk to Mr. Aizawa about getting a lock?" He suggested as we sat down on the bed.

"Probably." I said. "Just annoying."

"I can imagine." He said. "Although it seems he's backed off the other girls quite a bit."

"At least there's a silver lining." I sighed and laid down. Hanta just kind of sat there next to me and looked a little uncomfortable. "You wanna smoke?" I asked him.

"I thought you'd never ask." He let out a heavy sigh. I laughed as I sat up Hanta pulled his pen out of his pocket. He took a long pull on it before holding it in while he got the window open and handed me the pen.

He blew his breath out the window, and I stood next to him as I took a somewhat long drag for myself and tried not to choke on it before blowing it out the window.

"Feel a little better?" I asked him as he started taking another hit, not as long as the first one.

"Much." He said with his deeper voice from inhailing the smoke.

We stood by the window for a little longer before we shut it and laid down on my bed.

"What do you want to talk about?" He asked me, and I tried thinking of a topic that we hadn't talked about during our date earlier, but I couldn't think straight with my high brain.

"I don't know." I told him and tried not to laugh at myself. "Were there any other questions or anything that you wanted to ask about the group, or being a part of it?"

"Do you think I'd enjoy being in the group?" He asked me. "Like, you can see desires, so can you see me enjoying being in the group like that? Or do I seem to just be a one-time thing?"

I rolled onto my side and was half laying on Hanta's chest as we locked eyes. I looked into his desires and I could see the whole future that he wanted. He wanted a long time partner. Marriage. Maybe kids with an early retirement from being a pro hero just in time as his kids grow up. He wanted to grow old with someone and live long enough to maybe see his grand kids start having babies. He wants a full rich life, that I could never give him.

I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath. Attempting to re-center my brain from the weed. I opened them and looked into his eyes again.

"You're definetly interested in the idea of being in it fully." I started. "There is hesitation, which is normal. But like any other guy, you have interest. You want to be a part of the group, and even lately, you don't want to feel outcasted. You want to be a part of this experience with your friends, but worry that you will rush into something without thinking and there will be major consequences to it. You can't exactly see yourself jumping into this group, but that doesn't mean you don't want to be a part of it. You want to, but worry that it will cause distraction or drama while you're trying to train to be a hero. All of it is pretty normal and reasonable." I told him.

"Well that doesn't really answer that." Hanta sighed with a laugh and stared at the ceiling.

"Hanta." I said and laid my hand on his chest. "I can't tell you if you want to be in this group. That is your decision and your decision alone. I would like you in the group, yes, because I like you. But I can't tell you to join the group. But if you do join and for whatever reason you want to leave, you dont need permission. You are free to do so at any time."

He said nothing as he stared at the ceiling and I laid back down next to him, wanting to go back to enjoying our time.

We laid in silence, for I don't know how long. Both of us lost in thoughts. Thinking about what's going to happen next. What we wanted. What Hanta wanted.

Hanta took a big breath in before he rolled over towards me and suddenly started kissing me, very passionately. His hands were possibly the largest hands out of all of the entire group so far. Long slender fingers, large palms. And they were all over me, in a respectful way. Rubbing my hip and up my side to pull me to him.

"I don't know what I want from this whole thing. Or how far I want to take this." He told me and wrapped his arms under me and pulled me to him with my leg up and over his. "But I know that right now. I want you."

"Then you can have me." I told him, and before I knew it his hand went up my shirt feeling every part of my skin. He rolled on top of me more, making sure he was between my legs, while his other hand held the side of my face. And while his hand was so large, it wrapped around the back of my neck too. Making sure I didn't move from the place he wanted me in. His lips searching for the best place to perch.

"Mm!" I gasped in the kiss. "You have a tongue ring?" Hanta breathed a laugh as he stuck his tongue out for me to see the sleek metal bar sticking through his tongue. 

"I got it last year." He told me and looked me up and down, checking me out underneath him. "Maybe you should get one too."

"I can have one if you want." I told him and showed him my tongue that suddenly had a tongue ring through to it like him.

He bit his lip as he stared at my wide-open mouth, waiting for him. He quickly stuck his finger in my mouth, making sure to slide the first half across my tongue before pushing further. I clasped my lips around his finger, making sure he could feel my piercing. Running my tongue up and down his tip, to create the image of what could be in store for him later.

"Don't make me want to skip the slow stuff babe." He told me, and I could see all the things he was wanting to do to me. Much nastier than just thirty seconds ago. "Keep using your tongue like that and you'll have me on my knees, instead of the other way around."

"And is there something wrong with that?" I questioned him after he took his finger back.

"Absolutely not, because like you, I want to savor the taste of you." He said while leaning in and kissed me. It almost felt like he was trying to get his tongue ring intertwined with mine.