[ Nemuri couldn't even begin to imagine how long a hundred years would take to recover. She consoled herself by thinking that at least it wasn't another literal hundred years. ]

What if it were a mutual seduction? Not much to be done about that.

[ She watched with a growing amusement as a very rosy blush spread across Kisuke's cheeks, his eyes falling to the ground as if it embarrassed him to be calling her by her given name.

Oh, no. Look at him, all young and shy... He was so cute!

Before she knew it, she found herself cupping his cheeks, nuzzling her nose to his with a giggle.

Oh, he'd asked her a question. ]

Yes, I do have a Quirk. It's called Somnambulist. I can put people to sleep with a perfume from my skin.

We'd best head to your laboratory, hm? I think you'll find more answers about yourself there.