novelraw Chapter 18: 18 DAY WEEK MONTH YEAR
Chapter 18: 18 DAY WEEK MONTH YEAR
Maki woke up against Nemuri's exposed chest and buried his head in the very middle of her breasts. With his free hands, he grabbed her breasts and squeezed the sides. Maki then sucked on Nemuri's pinkish nipples. He wanted to see if Nemuri could produce milk.
Nemuri felt her breasts being sucked and clasped, and this action made her wake up. She looked down and saw Maki sucking on her two nipples together, her breasts pressed against each other by Maki's hands. Her hardened nipples were pinned together, which allowed Maki to suck on them at the same time.
Nemuri looked at Maki like a child sucking on his mother's breast, searching for milk.
Nemuri said to Maki, "You won't get milk out of that."
Maki heard her, but he didn't stop sucking.
Nemuri just let him continue. She then stretched her right hand out and patted Maki's head.
Ever since that day, Maki would suck on Nemuri's breasts, checking if milk would come out. And every time at night, when things were about to get more out of control, Nemuri would release her quirk to make Maki sleep.
Of course, Nemuri wasn't one to back down from teasing. She would lick Maki's mouth when they kissed intensely, stroke Maki's broad chest, and even bite it. Nemuri would also use her tongue to lick Maki's chest.
She couldn't help but notice the massive bulge beneath his pants. The bulge was impressively big and thick; considering Maki's height, things like this were to be expected. And Nemuri, being Nemuri, would tease him. She would use her index finger to stroke the bulging shape.
Maki, who felt her touch, would just smile and look at her before delivering a ravishing kiss to Nemuri. He would open his mouth wide and devour Nemuri's entire mouth. Nemuri would use her hand to hold and stroke the bulging "leg" in Maki's pants.
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Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months, and it felt like both of them were slowly reaching their limits, each on the verge of giving in first.
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Maki's daily life revolved around taking care of Nemuri's meals and everything else around the condo. He was like a husband who worked from home, managing the household while Nemuri did her job at U.A., where she taught every day.
During his free time in the condo, Maki never stopped practicing his abilities—especially the Sharingan. He often incorporated it into simple daily tasks, using it like a timer and for precision while cooking (like Itachi cooking an egg). This allowed him to prepare dishes more perfectly and efficiently.
As for his other abilities—the Moa Moa no Mi, Samehada, and Santa Teresa—he hadn't practiced them thoroughly yet. Still, whenever he activated them, it felt like muscle memory. He instinctively knew what to do, likely thanks to the cards themselves. They didn't just grant abilities but also integrated knowledge and fragments of experience. That was why Maki felt such a strong attachment to them. What he lacked wasn't power, but battle application and polish.
During this time, Maki was also building a better physique. It wasn't just for health—it was to impress Nemuri. He noticed how she would touch and squeeze his muscles whenever she had the chance, so he stayed fit.
Unbeknownst to him, the Capoeira martial art he practiced was slowly evolving into a far more dangerous fighting style—one that would later be called the Dance of Death by a woman skilled in soft palm techniques in the near future.
Most importantly, Maki's songs were quietly climbing the charts of the music industry—though he had no idea yet. A certain diva was constantly reacting to every new song he released. She would leave a single heart reaction, and that small action alone sent blizzards through her fanbase worldwide.
Maki remained completely unaware.
What The diva didn't know was that Maki was a big fan of her music. Because Unlike others, her themes focused on hope and vision, depression and rage, acceptance, and healing—songs that soothed the soul. Which was appreciated by someone like Maki who loves songs.
And behind the curtains Fate—or rather, a little girl working behind the scenes—was slowly weaving two unrelated red strings together. While she was manically laughing.
As Maki's music exploded like a bombshell, people from everywhere began reaching out to him. Of course, Maki didn't know any of this. But Nemuri's He-ssenger and Hero-net feed were buzzing nonstop. Even Present Mic kept pestering her, suggesting they form a band and play together. Nemuri's eyes sparkled at the idea, but when she remembered what kind of person Maki was, she simply replied, "I'll try to talk to him."
Nemuri noticed something strange. Whenever she asked Maki why he didn't go out or have fun outside, he would ignore her or quickly change the subject. He always gave ridiculous excuses—saying he wanted to guard the condo in case of robbers or other nonsense. She thought he was just introverted. Yet whenever Hizashi visited, Maki acted like an old drinking buddy.
And when Nemuri looked into Maki's red eyes, she could tell something was bothering him. Still, she didn't pry. She decided to wait—if he ever needed her help, she would be there without hesitation.
Slowly, the day Maki promised to attend U.A. approached.
Just the night before, Maki wanted to sleep and cuddle with Nemuri, but she refused. Tomorrow was the entrance exam. If he failed, she warned him, he could forget about cuddling—or even kissing her. She pouted as she told him to pass the exam.
She knew exactly what he was thinking and planning, so she played her cards carefully.
This made Maki stare at her.
"When did my Nemu get so good at thinking ahead?" he asked.
Nemuri punched his left waist and snorted.
"Hahaha, I'm just joking," Maki said. "Oh—wait. I'll prepare our dinner first."
Nemuri watched his back as he walked away. She had asked him before about his power—it was a mystery to her. From the day he fell from the sky without injury, to the strange change in his eyes when he cooked, to the toughness of his skin. Every time she touched his upper body, it felt like steel—firm, unyielding, yet warm.
When she asked him about it, she didn't expect an answer. Yet Maki had said casually,
"My power is just some transformations… and some accessories."
That made her raise an eyebrow.
"I've never seen you transform before," she said, growing more curious.
But Maki only smiled and repeated her words back to her to dodge further inspection.
"Well… it's a surprise."
Nemuri stared at him.
"Cheeky brat."
She still didn't know what category Maki's power fell under. She had tried explaining the different power systems of this world to him before, but he only smiled, watching her with that attentive, teacher-teasing look. His focus was never on the lesson—only on her. Eventually, she stopped tutoring him altogether. She knew he understood and adapted quickly, so why bother?
While eating dinner, Nemuri reminded him again,
"Tomorrow is the entrance exam. You have to pass—no matter the class. Just pass, okay?"
Maki was busy crunching his food, so he simply gave her a thumbs-up.
And just like that, the flashback came to an end—a messy, sloppy backstory of how Maki came into this world, met Nemuri, wasted years being unproductive…
…and how a little girl quietly began messing with the fate of this world.