Hey, guys! Big Diesel and [girlfriendoftheauthor] is here with our newest one-shot featuring Izuku and Melissa. This story is under my new pseudonym, The Atypical Author as these works focuses on realistic fiction, romance, and drama. In this story, Melissa tries to comfort a broken Izuku after receiving terrible news. Despite his feelings, she, too, is overwhelm as she combats her feelings for him as well. Enjoy!

The flickering lights from the ceiling alerted Izuku it needed to be changed. He thought he had told the custodian to go and fix it. Maybe the custodian was too occupied with something else. The news station that Izuku's mother worked was a very big place. Stationed in the lower Aoyama district in Tokyo, the workplace carried over two hundred employees. Upon the two hundred employees, at least a handful worked as a custodian. They all looked the same. Tall, skinny, fading into baldness, cramped over the mop as if life's burdens was poured within the linings of the mop from the dirt it carried. Izuku thought a lot, but that was what spared time allowed him to do. Just as he wondered when the flickering lights were going to be changed. Will they be changed? Or will it be abandoned? Defective, misbegotten, and the room would fall into darkness? Would they notice, the people who used this room? Has this room been used? Judging by the decor of a flat, low-end coffee table that carried issues of a now-defunct magazine. The coffee smelled old as the couch he was sitting in. He remembered his grandfather owning a couch similar to that. He had purchased it from an antique store when he was visiting France. The flat screen television was the only thing updated in a time capsule he was told to be the greeting room. Friends or relatives of TV Tokyo employees were to stay in the room until their company employees were finished with their duties. Izuku wasn't a regular. He had to pull out his cell phone to the security guard at the gate to prove that Inko Midoriya was his mother. The man rubbed his mustache; probably because there were traces of coffee cake residue before realizing that Izuku was her son. He was let in, only to be told what he had mentioned to himself.

It was near the end of the eleven o'clock evening newscast. He knew that it was going to take at least another hour before his mother was to be finished with work. Honestly, he had no plans of wanting to see his mother; not that he didn't enjoy her company. They lived together. It had always been that way since his parents' divorce when he was six years old. He has a wonderful, loyal relationship with his mother. As for his father, he had seen better days. Matter of factly, Izuku couldn't remember the last time he had picked up the phone to hear his father's voice. He had sent Christmas money, along with a note for him to call him. Last he had heard, his father lived somewhere in the United States. Seattle, Portland, Vancouver? Somewhere in the Pacific Northwest.

Christmas was only a few weeks away. The Christmas money still resides in Izuku's nightstand drawer, along with the gifts from Golden Week, New Year's, his sixteenth birthday, and the like. Why open gifts if it wasn't going to be well-received?

He took a cup of the day old coffee as he needed it for sustenance. The drink machine was out-of-order. The candy machine took the last bit of funds he had. He drained the coffee with his chalky creamer and stale sugar. He even consumed the grainy substance that didn't melt with the sugar. He discarded it in the trash can, only to return to his seat. He crossed his legs and was watching the ending credits of tonight's broadcast.

He heard a wave of people passing by. He presumed to be the staff who assisted in wrapping up tonight's news. The slew of people, carrying items of many kinds stormed to the source of the news. Commotions and the pitchy dialect of their Japanese filled the hallway. They were sounding like a sworn of angry bees. It had actually brought a laugh to Izuku. He needed it. For the day that he had, something of solace needed to fill the void he called a heart.

Speaking of the void, the origin was calling his cell phone. One of his hit songs from his local band, The Almighty Disciples, rung into the room. It filled the room, creating a surge, perpetuating whatever lackluster of sustenance this room can bring. "My Love Will Stand" was his latest. He had written it on a whim on his way home from school. Now, the song was becoming a distant memory. A mirage in the desert that can never be captured. It rang for quite a time until it went off. Izuku made sure it stayed off. He went into his settings to block the caller.

Their love will no longer stand. And that song was no longer on the "playlist" for any future concerts. He had told his bandmates earlier in the day that he was going to take a hiatus. He needed some time off from everything.

He didn't go to afterschool training for the upcoming exams. He didn't even alert Aizawa-sensei or Kayama-sensei. He didn't tell anyone. He wasn't even in school today.

He was going nowhere. He was walking into a place where he could blend, to never separate, to never be distinctive. Izuku wanted something. A feeling, a voice. He wanted something. What was that something? He didn't know. Another feeling than what he was having in this particular juncture.

Izuku didn't know for certain if he wanted to go to school tomorrow. The only reason he was at the news station was that he was conveniently hiding out at an all-night cosplay cafe in Minami. Childhood friend and classmate, Tsuyu Asui worked there. A part-timer who was saving her coins to support her family, Izuku was partially responsible for giving her that job. He had some help. But that help was soon turning into a distant memory.

It was because of Tsuyu that he learned that his mother was looking for him. His mother needed him to be at the news station that night. His mother never needed an explanation; just be there on that couch when she stepped out and left for the evening.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He scratched the scruff on his chin before raising his chin to see a familiar face.

"Hey, Izuku." She leaned to the door, cautiously watching him. He wouldn't be surprised if she was already notified about the incident that has occurred earlier in the day. He wouldn't be surprised if the news had reported the incident. He would put his money, his high school career, his Pro Hero career, his possible music career, and his life if any other news stations overseas picked it up. He didn't mean it as much as he felt the certainty in his nerve-wracking heart. He wanted to feel again. He was numb. He wanted to wake up. Today was just a dream and just a dream. If it were a dream, then why did it still hurt? Why were tears coming out of his aching eyes? Why was he displaying himself in front of her?

Melissa Shield walked from the door and closed it. She rolled the curtains so nobody would see. She locked the door so they would not have any disturbance. She bit her lip. She was very cautious about making the next move without wanting to upset Izuku. She delicately took a seat on the couch next to him. She was a few inches from him but felt like she was miles away. She wanted to know the feeling. How he was feeling. Seeing the tears falling down his cheeks made the young teen wanting to grasp where her heart resided. When she touched it, she felt the beats pounding harshly. Even her breath labored with a small rasp.

He sniffled a few times. He had hoped there weren't any signs of mucus hanging out. He wiped his nose with his sleeve. He mustered much of any composure that was left in him and turned to the concerned Melissa Shield.

"Your mom," she paused. She was a bit startled as she was staring into the eyes of Izuku. Red as the angry sky overlooking the city that never sleeps. Rain was expected in the forecast. A storm was brewing. But judging by Izuku, which precipitation was proved effective? "Your Mom told me to tell you that she is going to be a little bit longer. There were film reels that she needs to catalog and put up. She asked me to keep you company since I know you and all."

Izuku was seventeen years old. Melissa was a year and a few months older. Melissa graduated from high school a few months prior and landed a job as an intern for TV Tokyo. At eighteen years old, Melissa had the advantage that most people didn't achieve until they were out of college. She was very resourceful; always on the heads up of things. As if she was a basset hound, she was able to pinpoint and smelled foolery or nonsense within her environment.

Izuku wished she would have been there before making a track down some murky waters. Murky waters that he could sink in and never rise to the surface.

"You can go home, Melissa," responded Izuku. He gasped as he stood to stretch his arms. "If I needed a babysitter, then I would have called for an escort or something."

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Melissa responded to his sarcasm with sarcasm. "If I wanted to go home, then I would have never passed this room. Your mother needed me to watch you so she can know you were all right. She is worried about you." She rested her hand on her chin. "Frankly, we all are. You were MIA all day, Izuku. The net was constantly buzzing on your whereabouts."

He stood up and walked to the window. He heard God making his presence known. He had disguised himself as the roaring thunder that made flashes into the night sky. Izuku was smiling for him, too, agreed with God. He was angry as well. "Look no further, Melissa. I am here. I am alive. You won't find any shoes resting anywhere with a note. You won't find my body in the lake of Ogawa. No searches at Aokigahara. There won't be any ashes to hold. I am fine. I am well." He turned to Melissa. "So, you don't have to be a nanny for me, Melissa. Okay?"

Melissa tightened her fist. She walked to the disgruntled Izuku and gave him a teeth-rattling slap. He was blindsided; only to trip behind the low-end table and falling on his back. He felt the sharp pain hitting his back. He didn't expect her to come aggressively like that. Yet again, he knew that he was in the wrong.

"We were damned worried about you, you idiot," she shouted. "People wander around the city asking where were you." She walked to the surprised Izuku. He saw the frustration on her face. She wore it like an angry mother, yelling at her son for missing curfew. But disguised behind that was the worry when seeing someone that is loved to be missing. "We were close to making a search party. Thank God Tsuyu informed us. Why would you do something like that?" She felt the sobs wanting to release, but wouldn't allow it. She fought the pain gagging in her throat. "I don't think I can understand what happened yesterday. We are now aware. But it doesn't mean that you run away from it."

"Then what in the world should I do, Melissa," he questioned her. "Just pretend it never happened? Just act like it is just another ordinary day? Just say 'forget about it' and 'move on?'" He sat himself up, sitting against the wall. "When I saw that picture, that face, it gave me great joy. A life, perpetuated by me and her, sitting in the midst of her womb, breaching out to us, Melissa." He tilted his head to the floor. "Just like that, it is over. It's gone. It's gone." He hit the floor with his fist. "It's gone. It's gone. It's gone. It's gone. It's fucking gone, Melissa." He hit the wall. "She killed it, Melissa! She fucking murdered him!"

She felt his raw emotion. She remained alert, still keeping her attention on him.

"She broke the end of our bargain," he managed to say. He let out a smile, tilting his head to the ceiling. "She promised that we can handle this. There wouldn't be any problems. No matter what the status quo said. No matter what our parents said. No matter what society thought about us teenagers because I couldn't give a fuck what society tells me, Melissa. Society doesn't pay my bills. It doesn't dictate my life. So, if I decided that I want to play a role in its life, then that is my job." He let out another self-deprecated laugh. "I wasn't going to be like my father. I wasn't going to abandon my little one, Jun. But Ochako did, Melissa. Ochako fucking did, Melissa!" He turned to her, still displaying a smile that was dreamy, yet damning to the flushed Melissa. "What does it mean?"

Melissa sighed. She took deep breaths, pressing her hands against her chest. She was scared, scared for the moment. Over the last two years, she had dreamed of the moment of being around Izuku Midoriya. She was a fan of his prior to his debut as leader of his band, The Almighty Disciples. She was in the music room when Katsuki Bakugo, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Shouto Todoroki, and Tenya Iida founded the band.

She participated in every battle every music concert. She didn't attend their high school and yet was the founder of the fan club at UA High when Izuku and his crew was gaining a following beyond just in their district of Musutafu. Even after her departure from high school, she kept up with him on social media and on the internet. She could never forget the day when American hip-hop magazine, The Source, featured their band under their Unsigned Hype; marking the first group outside of hip-hop, let alone outside of America, to be featured in a magazine. Melissa admired Izuku, hoping that he has a promising future. He deserved it and she, too, wanted to be part of every single moment.

As much she wanted to shine in the light, she remained a shadow. It was an adversary that Izuku's light focused on.

Melissa stared at the flickering lights. She had asked the custodian over the last few weeks to change those bulbs. She had been asking corporate to give the greeting room a better feeling that the guest was being greeted cordially and accordingly. She took careful paces to IUku. She extended her hand to help him up. He took her hand as he got up.

She sat on the couch. He sat on the table. He moved the magazines aside as he cracked his knuckles, a nervous twitch, he admitted. Izuku, too, knew of his twitches. It happened on the same day when he was to perform at last year's school festival and his guitar string broke a few minutes before the show. Being crafty, Melissa ran to the piano room and borrowed some spare string. She didn't want to explain how she acquired it, but it was suitable for Izuku. It was one of the best concerts she attended as a teenager. It sounded like a sold-out show. Encores were requested.

Melissa still felt the excitement out of Izuku's voice as he yelled into the crowd, holding the guitar in his hand as the band carried him out of the stage. He jumped to his feet, hugging the heroine who saved the concert. She felt the intensity, blooding rushing to her brain. She wanted to drop to her knees. Momentarily she felt she was on Cloud Nine with Izuku. The cloud dissipated when he released her and embraced her adversary, Ochako Uraraka.

She credited to be jealousy. She admitted it. She felt that Ochako didn't understand the dynamic of Izuku. Ochako was always first priority within herself and within Izuku. She felt that Ochako didn't appreciate Izuku as she did. Izuku wasn't one of those single layered CDs to can be easily burned or discarded when scratched. No, to her, Izuku was a delicate vinyl record. To be preserved for the ages, timeless. Organized in its sleeve to be played by those and to those who deemed worthy.

"Izuku, I am sorry." What more can Melissa say? She couldn't feel his pain. She couldn't relate. She had never had a moment like Ochako did. She didn't know what it was like to be in a situation where she could perpetuate life. She held her stomach, groaning at the thought of losing something that can never be. She burned that thought into her memory, wishing she could relate how he was feeling. She once again stood in the shadow of Ochako's light.

The flickering bulb finally gave out. Giving it all of its glory before it shut out.

Melissa didn't know what impulsed it. She felt she needed something to alleviate Izuku's pain. She got to her knees and got in front of Izuku. He stood frozen, unsure of this particular juncture. He watched as she grabbed hold to his jeans. She unzipped his pants. He didn't object as he felt his penis surge into the opening. Melissa never saw it up close. She saw it for it too didn't recognize this stranger. However, it didn't stop this penis from alerting its presence to her.

"Melissa, you don't have to do this!" Izuku urged Melissa.

"Who said it was for you," she snapped back. "Do you think that you men are the only one that has needs?"

She swayed her hair as she opened her mouth to taste his penis. Izuku groaned, gripping the table as he felt his dick entering her moist cave. He knew right away that this was her first time. Her mouth was overlapping his phallus. His tip hit the crown. Once again, he didn't object. What reason permitted her to do this to him? Why was she doing this? Better yet, what was she trying to gain? Izuku answered for him as she gripped her soft hands on his dick.

"If you are good at making sonatas," the teen told Izuku. "Then your little instrument should perform as well." She let out a small laugh. Izuku closed his eyes as he allowed Melissa to do what she wanted.

It wasn't love. It wasn't pity. Just two strangers who were covering something.

Were they able to find that something?

Izuku wasn't sure. He let her know that when he climaxed in her mouth without giving her any warning. She coughed, surprised by how much came into her mouth. She didn't spit. She took it, swallowing it as quickly as possible. She spotted the coffee and used it to mask the salty taste. She took a few sips before releasing a strong sigh.

Izuku looked to the door. Melissa was looking at his face.

"We have time. Your mother isn't finished. No one really uses this hallway after hours," she told Izuku.

"What are you trying to gain from this," questioned Izuku. "I have nothing to offer."

Melissa dropped her skirt. She pulled down her stockings, followed by her bra and her panties, exposing her nakedness. She smiled. That was at least what Izuku saw when the flickering flash of lightning entered the room.

"You want to mask the pain. I, too, want to bear your pain," she said. She returned to the coffee table where she pulled his down his pants. She sat on his knees, tilting her body in position. "Let me mask that pain for you." She put her lips to his ear. "Even if it is for one night."

She strained as she put his dick inside of her pussy. She groaned as she slowly put it in her entrance. Izuku hesitated. "Melissa, you don't have to do this."

"Shut up," she said sternly. "Just shut up, okay. Just shut up, stop talking."

She bit her lip as his dick finally broke through her hymen and enter her cavern. Izuku was grateful that he didn't have to see the hot liquid surrounding his dick. He let out a sniffle as he rested his head on her shoulder. Tears were coming down. Raindrops hit the window. Raindrops cascaded down Melissa's shoulder. Melissa rested her chin onto Izuku's face as she thrust with his dick.

It was silence. Just grunts, and the occasional moans. This wasn't what Melissa pictured about her first time with Izuku. She honestly wanted her first time on the evening of the school festival last year. They would have celebrated with parfaits from the nearby drink bar. They would have walked home discussing the past events. The finale would have been at the neighboring park that had a lakefront beach. It wasn't used at night, so there wouldn't be any prying eyes.

Melissa would have confessed to Izuku her feelings. A senpai showing her love to her kouhai. Her love would have been well-received. He would have taken charge, putting her in check on the beach as their bodies were covered in sand, having hot passionate sex.

Instead, Melissa had to settle with the sex inside of the greeting room at the TV Tokyo news station. She bit into his shoulder. His moans were muffled into her neck. His dick was getting harder. He was close to climax. She kept biting and licking his shoulder for she drew blood. A taste of Izuku was within her body and it was an energy that could neither created or destroyed.

There weren't any warnings. Izuku deposited his seed into her bank. She grunted a few times, thrusting much of her energy to collect the seeds that were rightfully hers. He shivered, breathing heavily. Their moistening bodies made him feel dehydrated.

Melissa stepped off first. She retreated to the corner where she picked up her clothes. Izuku pulled back his pants and buttoned his shirt. He got from the table and poured himself another cup of coffee. He didn't look at Melissa in the eye. He was blushing, embarrassed. Despite the hell of a day he had, he didn't expect this to happen.

There were no talks of what they were going to do afterward. Izuku sat on the couch reading a magazine. Melissa tuned in to the late night programming of syndicated American shows. It was in the middle of The Big Bang Theory when his mother finally entered the room.

Her tired eyes already gave hints of her wanting to go home. She waved her hand to Melissa, motioning her son to leave with her. Izuku got up from the couch, leaving the magazine in his wake. He excused himself from Melissa as he left the room.

Melissa was now alone. She continued watching The Big Bang Theory. She wanted enough time for Izuku to find a cab and leave before she had to return home to her studio apartment. An apartment that was paid for by the company she was interning for.

The door opened. It was Izuku. He mustered up to cough one word before heading out.

"Thanks."

Melissa grabbed tightly to her shirt. It wasn't how she wanted her first time to be. She hated that she used Izuku's situation against him to gain something from it. She still felt the seeds residing within her body. Were those seeds able to perpetuate life? Were those seeds able to gain something they both can get? Can it serve as a replacement that Ochako wouldn't do?

She smiled, for whatever decision she made, it would be just right.

She turned off the television and left the greeting room.

As she took the elevator down to the main corridor, she decided to text Izuku. She was unsure if the number was the same, but she took the chance.

She hailed a cab for the taxi and told the driver her destination. In between the time it took for her to leave her job and enter the cab, she planned the perfect text she wanted to give to Izuku.

It was unfortunate that she decided to delete it.

If Izuku was going to deal with her, then it was going to be on his terms. Just like the day when she helped him with the guitar string at the show.

"Now, it's your turn to return the favor, Izuku."

The End!

I hope you guys have enjoyed the drama. There is a possibility of a follow-up chapter if you guys are interested. Thanks for reading.