Maki came over on Saturday, as well as Sunday. Her company genuinely helped your study habits, as well as your headaches.

"You still joining that virtual thing?" Maki asked, sitting up on your bed.

"Yeah, Professor Nanami's going over some of the stuff we need to know, but it's the weekend so he set up a zoom meeting," you explained, opening your laptop.

Maki walked over to you, her black sweatpants pressing against your desk as she leaned on the edge.

"Careful," you said. "This thing is old, it'll break."

"Fine," she said, grabbing the same stool and sitting next to you as you clicked at your computer.

"Wait, I have to turn my camera on," you explained, gesturing for her to slide over. She took a scoot away, staring at you as you logged in. Her gaze burned at your skin as you kept your eyes glued to your computer. You glanced over at her, shifting in your seat.

"What?" you asked, finally turning to her.

"What, I can't look at you?" she said, a smirk spreading across her face.

"I need to focus."

"Am I distracting you?" she said, getting up and sitting on the floor next to your chair to stare at you more closely. Your hair was out of your face, exposing your features as the light from the computer screen flashed across your face.

"Yes," you said, flinching as she rested her head on your thigh, placing a hand on your knee. Her thumb traced small circles across your skin, making you stiffen.

"Good afternoon," Nanami's voice echoed through the speaker of your laptop. "I'm going to take attendance, students here will get 5% extra credit on their midterm." A wave of happiness washed over you at his words as you clicked your pen in your hands, attempting to distract yourself from Maki's fingertips. It didn't work.

"You think they can see the color of your face on that camera?" she asked, moving her hand from the outside of your thigh to the inside.

"No, why?" you asked, eyes flickering between her and the screen. She lightly placed a kiss on the outside of your leg, black eyes staring up at you with a glint of something dark.

"You know," she said, kissing down towards your knee. "It's been a month-" she grabbed the base of your chair, sliding it back. You gasped a bit as your back jerked against the back of the chair, watching as she kneeled in front of you. She quickly pulled your chair back to the desk, and you looked down at her frantically. "-and you still get so flustered around me." she smiled.

"I-I don't," you said, turning your camera off.

"Y/N, all students need to have their camera on for full credit," Nanami said. You cursed, clicking it it back on as Maki trailed kisses up your inner thigh.

"Seems like you do," she said lowly, hooking her fingers in the top of your waistband.

"Maki I- I need to focus," you insisted, placing your hand on top of hers where it rested on the side of your hip.

"I needed to focus when Itadori brought me those papers, too," she breathed, looking back down to your athletic shorts as she pulled them off and over your feet.

You pressed your lips together as she kissed your underwear, heat pooling between your legs. She pressed her tongue to the dampened fabric, looking up at you as you breathed shakily.

"I can stop, if you want."

"No," you breathed. "Don't stop."

She smiled up at you, pressing a thumb to your clit. You shuddered as she rubbed small circles across the fabric of your underwear, her other hand spreading your legs open.

You held onto the edge of your desk as your breathing grew ragged, the familiar feeling of her black hair tickling the inside of your thighs sending a shiver down your spine.

"Toge Inumaki?" Nanami called. "Here," he replied.

Maki wasted no time as your professor began to read out names, pulling your panties to the side and pressing her tongue to your pussy. You moaned softly, fingertips reaching down to thread through her hair. She slipped your legs over her shoulders as she began to eat you out, gently sucking on your sensitive clit. "Shit," you whispered, checking to make sure your mic was off. Your hands formed a white-knuckle grip around the wooden surface as you tried to keep a straight face.

"Y/N L/N?" Nanami called. As you clicked your microphone off to answer, Maki pressed two fingers into you. You hit the desk, coughing to stifle a moan.

"You there?" Nanami asked.

"Uh- y-yeah here," you managed, clicking your mic off as Maki began to finger you. The pads of her fingers curled inside of you, slowly sliding in and out as the feeling of her tongue gliding against your pussy made you feel like you were seeing stars. You pressed your eyes closed as you moaned softly, trying not to move your mouth too much.

"Jesus, Maki," you moaned, your knees pressing against the underside of your desk in tandem with the movement of her hands. You whined as she pulled her mouth away from your clit, only for it to be replaced by her free hand. She looked up at you smugly as you began to move your hips, slightly ridding her fingers as your walls tightened around them.

Your hand in her hair trailed down to her shoulder, gripping it tightly as she added a third finger, making you let out a loud moan.

"Holy shit," you whimpered, the sound of your professor's voice fading away as you chased your high.

"Y/N," Nanami interrupted, causing you to still your hips. But Maki didn't stop, keeping up her unrelenting pace on your pussy.

"Yes," you answered, clicking your mic on and off within seconds.

"Did you hear my question?"

"N-no sorry."

"You got the best grade in the class on the lab, can you tell us your findings?"

You nodded, hastily searching through your notebook for the notes. Your small whines and stifled moans flowed through Maki's mind as you tried not to fall apart.

"Yeah, right here it's the uh-" you cleared your throat as she brought her mouth back to your pussy, sucking on your sensitive bud again.

"It's the-the chemical reaction," you shuddered. "I'm sorry, I can't find the words right now professor."

"Y/N, might I remind you that this is for extra credit, so I need you to answer."

You whimpered as you felt your orgasm approaching, reluctantly unmuting your mic and taking a deep inhale.

"The reaction causes the state of the liquid to change into a solid because of a chemical imbalance in the neutrons," you blurted, all in one breath before muting yourself again.

"Good," Nanami cheered. "Now let's.." his voice trailed away again.

"You're an asshole," you breathed between moans.

"You sound like you like it," she smirked, the vibration of her voice pressing against your folds and bringing you even closer.

"Oh god-" you moaned, your legs beginning to twitch. Maki laughed as you trembled in front of her, struggling to keep your composure as you came. She licked you through your orgasm, sloppily finishing you off. You looked down at her exhaustedly as she pulled away from you, her fingers dripping with your release.

"Can I go to the bathroom Professor Nanami?" you asked.

"Sure."

You turned your camera off as she stood up in front of you. You took her wrist in your hand, pressing her wet fingers to your mouth and licking them. Her eyes widened slightly as you cleaned them off.

You began to suck on them, sliding her fingertips to press on the back of your tongue and making you gag. You continued to sloppily suck her fingers before pulling away and turning back to your computer.

"Wait," she said, stopping you before you turned the camera back on. "How long is your bathroom break?"

"Not long enough," you sighed, pouting.

"You fall apart in about, five minutes though," she smirked.

"I do not," you said, face turning a deep red.

"You just did," she smiled.

"Well that's because you-"

"Because I'm that good," she said, getting up and walking back over to you. She grabbed your jaw, making you stand up and pulling you face to face with her.

"No-"

Maki kissed you roughly, her hands threading around your waist and pulling your hips to hers. You kissed her back as you looped your legs around her waist, hands moving to hold you. She sat you down on the edge of your desk, hands roaming your body as you frantically started to unbutton her belt. You couldn't care less now about it breaking.

"Y/N? You back?" Nanami echoed from your computer. You sighed, getting down and sitting back in your chair. You quickly pulled yourself together, fixing your disheveled hair and shirt before clicking your camera back on. "Yes."

"Sorry," you mouthed to Maki, who had retreated back to your bed. An hour later, your study session ended and you had earned your 5%.

You got up, sitting down on the bed next to her.

"So," you said, placing your hand on her knee. "What have you been up to this past month?"

"Just uh, sitting around the office, driving around. Boring shit."

"No gambling? No guns?" you asked.

"Nope," she replied simply, looking down at you proudly.

"No smoking?" She squinted. "Seriously?" you sighed, laying down as your back hit the mattress.

"It's not illegal," she added. You scrunched your face up, sitting up on your elbows to look at her.

"It is in my book."

"Ooh," she coed, pretending to be scared as she turned on her side to look at you. "Am I in trouble," she raised her eyebrows.

"Not funny," you said, looking back up at the ceiling. "I'm serious, Maki. You get caught with that shit on you they'll actually send you to jail."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. You sound like Nobara."

"Good, she's smart. And you keep saying sorry, but not actually changing anything."

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I'll stop, It's just-" she paused for a moment. "I've been smoking for years, I started to help calm myself down and I- I've never taken a break before."

"Ever?"

"No," she murmured. "But it's weed- so- so I'm not an addict."

"Maki," you paused, turning towards her. "You have a dependency then."

"Dependency?"

"Uh, it's like the marijuana version of addiction. Your brain is used to the chemicals, so it has... problems doing certain things without them."

"Like what?" she asked, looking dumbfounded.

"Can you sleep without smoking?"

Her lips parted silently. "No-" she started. "-actually, the only time I've been able to is here, with you." Her voice was quiet as she spoke.

Something in your heart hummed.

"Can I, stay for the weekend?" she asked sheepishly. You noticed how fast her confident demeanor could change around you.

"Yeah, that would be great. We can keep watching Fullmetal if you want," you offered.

"You haven't finished it?"

"I haven't watched it since we did," you replied. "I wanted to watch it with you, like it's our show."

She smiled.

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Two weeks later, midterms passed, and so did the end of Maki's probation.

You knocked softly on her apartment door at 8 pm that Friday, clasping your bag in your hands as your sweatshirt sleeves fell loosely over your hands.

Maki told you the date was a surprise, and just to wear something comfortable on your way over to her place. You settled on a sweatshirt and sweatpants, which was what you usually wore to class anyway.

She stood in the doorway as she opened it for you, hands settled on the top of the frame and exposing her defined arms. She wore a black button-up with the usually rolled sleeves, a couple of buttons on the top being undone. A saccharine smell flowed through her apartment as you entered, evidently from a few candles.

"You look nice," Maki said, placing her hands on your shoulders and kissing your forehead.

"Thank you," you smiled, walking in and sitting down on the familiar black couch, this time for a happier reason. She joined you, reclining back into the soft cushions.

"Where are we going tonight?" you asked, laying your head on her shoulder.

"Out to a club," she replied.

"And you told me to wear sweats?" you laughed.

"I had something picked up for you."

You smiled excitedly, thanking her. She clicked on the TV, the two of you watching it until there was a knock at the door.

You got up, opening the door to see Nobara and Itadori.

"Are you guys coming with us tonight?" you beamed, stepping back to let them in.

"Yep," Nobara smiled.

"A lot of the team is coming if that's okay," Maki asked.

"Yeah definitely, I haven't seen them in a while," you replied.

Nobara held two long black garment bags over her forearm and handed one to you. You noticed her orange hair was styled, short pieces hanging over her forehead with the rest of her hair tucked behind her ears. She was wearing makeup, and overall she looked great.

You took the garment bag from her hands, noticing her red-painted nails before you left walkedover to the couch and unzipped it, taking out a baby blue silk dress. You beamed at it, the thin straps and open back making it beautiful.

"Do you like it?" Maki asked. You nodded. "Nobara picked it out."

"Thank you," you said, turning to her. She smiled.

You walked into Maki's room with her to change, sitting down on her bed as she came in and closed the door behind herself.

She gave you some privacy, stepping into the bathroom. You took your sweatshirt off, pulling it over your head before you took off your sweatpants. You loosened the strings on the back of the dress carefully, stepping into it and pulling the thin double straps over your shoulders. You tried to tie it up, but you couldn't reach it.

"Maki?" you called. She eagerly stepped out of the bathroom after she had buttoned up her own shirt. "Can you help me tighten this, please?"

"Yes," she said, walking around behind you. She carefully found the ends of the strings where they rested at the small of your back, picking them up. She tightened the criss-cross strings, and you felt the dress hug around your waist and hips as she tied a small bow.

You turned around as she finished, looking up at her. Her eyes scanned over your body, mouth parting slightly.

"Wow, you look- amazing," she sighed, shaking her head slightly.

"Thank you," you smiled, adjusting the dress where it fell at your mid-thigh. She reached a hand up to your collarbone, running a finger under the strap and untwisting it.

Nobara smiled as the two of you walked back out to the living room, her having changed into a similar red dress. Itadori wore a white button-up and dress pants, similar to what Maki had on but with a different color shirt and no black leather belt.

Nobara walked over to you, linking her arm in yours and leading you back to Maki's bathroom.

"So," she said, closing the door behind you and reaching into her bag. "I was thinking I could do your makeup, and I had this great idea for your hair if you want," she said excitedly.

"Yeah, that would be perfect," you smiled, sitting down on a small stool in front of the mirror. She took out her brushes and a small stick of concealer she had picked up from the store in your shade. She carefully smeared concealer under your eyes before blending it and putting highlighter on your nose and the inner corner of your eyes.

You looked in the mirror as she finished, stepping back proudly. Your eyes were lined with eyeliner, and she applied pink-tinted clear lipgloss for the finished look. You hadn't gotten dressed up in months with all your business at school, and you looked beautiful. She styled your hair to perfectly fit your face.

"Holy shit," Maki exclaimed, eyes flickering over the two of you as you walked back out into the living room.

"I know right," Nobara said, linking her arm in yours. "You're a lucky girl, Maki."

You blushed, smiling at her.

"You guys ready to go?" Itadori smiled, placing his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah," you replied. Your hand met Maki's, fingers intertwining as you headed towards the door. The four of you piled into Maki's black Dodge, driving through the streets. The city lights illuminated the night sky as you drove, with music playing over the radio.

She turned onto an empty street, parking on the side of a building that looked like it was closed. She got out of the car, opening your door as you looked over at the dark building, confused as to why no one was there. Maki held your hand, stepping onto the sidewalk and walking up to the door to knock on it.

Three singular knocks, then silence. A few seconds later, a small window on the door slid open. You saw the familiar sleep-stricken eyes from the tea shop.

"Maki," Shoko said. "Whos with you?"

"Uh, Y/N, Nobara, and Itadori."

She silently opened the door, letting the four of you into a dimly lit bar. The old wooden floors clicked under your black mary-jane platforms. It was empty, besides a few people wearing white shirts and work vests.

One of them got up as you entered, Maki handing him her keys as he walked out of the building to park her car. Ieiri led you all over to a back door, unlocking it. As it swung open, you saw a set of wooden stairs and heard the roar of the music. You guessed the walls were soundproof as you walked down the steep stairs, carefully holding onto Maki's arm.

You looked over the railing, seeing a large open space that extended much farther than the span of the building above. There was a bar lined with the nicest glass bottles of alcohol you had ever seen, and a mass of people dancing out on the floor to the music a DJ was playing. But the music wasn't loud or full of bass, it was soft rock.

Your eyes caught Megumi's as you stepped off the stairs, and he over to you to greet you all.

Colorful lights flashed across everyones smiling faces as you all stood talking and catching up. You and Maki walked over to the bar, sitting down as she ordered.

"Can we have four shots of... Y/N what do you want?"

"Fireball," you answered.

"Fireball," Maki parroted, talking to the bartender.

The bartender lined up four glasses, pouring the golden liquid into them. Maki picked one up, her silver z ring clinking softly against the glass. You did the same, pressing your glass to hers before taking the shots. Both of you did two more before getting up from your stools.

She held your hand, pulling you out onto the floor as you shuffled behind her. Maki pulled you close, wrapping her hands around your waist and starting to dance with you. The two of you swayed back and forth as you turned around, looping your arm over her shoulder and neck behind you.

You felt a pair of eyes on you as you moved, looking up to see a blue-haired man you didn't know. Smoke poured from his lips as he a held cigarette pinched in one hand. He had a scar across his face, and his hair was shoulder length.

You felt Maki's hands tighten around your hips, stilling your movements. When you turned to look up at her, she was glaring back at Mahito. She turned to start towards him, but you grabbed her.

"Let's go somewhere else," you suggested. The anger melted off of her face as she looked at you.

She grabbed your wrist assertively, pulling you away to a hallway near the bathrooms. When you turned the corner, Itadori and Nobara were there, laughing about something Itadori had on his phone.