Izuku's heart wanted to leap from the nervousness pertaining him in this particular juncture. As much he wanted to call someone about this nervousness, there was nothing he could do.

"What's the matter, Izuku? Are you nervous?" The soft sensation of a woman's touch caressed his stomach as she reached further onto his chest. Each groove, each tenderizing pleasure created such a shock as if the synapses were only wanting to focus on the matter at hand. "It's okay. You don't have to try so hard with me. It's only natural when you love someone."

It's natural when loving someone that one has met on the first day? He shivered as he felt the waves of nervousness swelling onto his stomach. The teenager fixated her lips as she pulled his shirt onto his neck. It didn't help that the window was open, allowing the cool air to land onto his sweaty stomach. She blew her plush, soft-to-the-skin lips onto his chest. To be a so-called bookworm, this teen has been studious in the lessons of pleasuring men.

She made soft peck. "Does this feel good here?" Izuku didn't answer. Not until an hour ago, he didn't know her name. What he had only known about her was through the intel that his classmate Yuga Aoyama informed him at the assembly earlier. She was the atypically quiet collective member of a group of girls that strived to become huntswomen. The shy, frustrative, aggressive type doesn't compare to this moment in time as she made another peck at his nipple. "Does this feel good here." She clicked her tongue. "Don't be so modest. I saw how your eyes were upon me on stage. You may not have spoken, but your scent told a different tale." She giggled as she swiveled her tongue around his sensitive nipples.

"Blake!" He hissed. She was quite pleasurable in pleasing him. However, this wasn't how he wanted to meet her. He had only invited Blake Belladonna to visit his residence in order to break the ice with the other team members. He heard the stories of the gentle one, the adventurous one, and the cold, yet whimsical type. Wanting certainty, he asked Yuga to outreach Blake. Not even an hour into their first meeting, she pushed him down to the bed.

"A Faunus smells and senses the scent you give," she inhaled. Izuku's eyes shifted to the twitching of her ear. Her eyes were becoming catlike. As if something in here awoken her inner beast. She gripped her hands tightly around his wrist. Her legs spread his legs apart, inhibiting him from any possible way of moving. "When I first saw your gentle face in the crowd, I sense such a strong aura upon you, Izuku."

"Blake, this is outrageous! Granted I should be excited for I am getting affection, but this isn't the way." Izuku felt her stomach growling, her purring was roaring silently. She pressed her head next to his neck, feeling her hot breath. It created a trail as she came next to his ear. "Father once told me when a Faunus wants a man, she must make the mark upon his neck. We must taste your blood in order to fuse it with our body. If I am to do that, then it means that you are to become my husband."

"Husband?!" Izuku felt like a skipped record disc. Izuku wasn't old enough to drink, let alone wanting to sign a marriage certificate. "Blake, you can't be serious!?"

"Sweetness," she pressed her lips to his neck. She embedded it to the point that if he could feel her skin cells. "Blake Belladonna doesn't like to play fiction." He felt her teeth. "When I say, you are going to be my husband, then you are going to be my husband one way or another." She gave him one more peck. "And there is nothing you can do to stop it. Now, please clench your teeth." Izuku hissed loudly as her teeth impacted his neck. He tried grabbing her, but she was too strong.

"Don't struggle! Don't struggle! It will make the pain worst," she informed him as the pain stemmed throughout his body. "Allow my secretion to numb some of the pain." As soon as she mentioned that, the pain immediately went away. The secretion onto his puncture skin felt pleasurable. A sensation that can be easily compared to some kind of euphoria. She released herself from his neck, licking the remainder of the wounds. "Don't worry, Izuku. It isn't like I am some kind of vampire. You won't turn into a Faunus." She released a smile. "You can say that I am just a Faunus in heat." She used her nail to split open his jeans. "And you can say that I am looking for a mate to call my own."

Her pleasant smile turned lecherous, giving such a burst of alluring laughter as she trailed her hands down to his shaft. She pulled down his boxers, exposing his throbbing cock. "An old Faunus' wives tale will say that your horniness is because my juices contain molecules of aphrodisiac." She clicked her tongue, graciously flicking the emerald teen's nose. "Or Pinocchio could be telling a better tale with the magnificent tail you were trying to hide from me." She giggled alluringly.

Izuku was embarrassed about the size of his girth. It has been often compared to the size of a PVC pipe or a tennis ball container. Childhood friend Katsuki Bakugo used to tease him on the size of his girth, telling him that he was incapable of pleasing women. What could Katsuki say about women from other universes?

"Intel was correct about you, Izuku." She informed him as she gripped onto his spasming cock. "Oh, what's the matter, sweetie. You didn't think that we weren't coming to UA High naively, did you?" She slid his dick in between her fingers. She spat on her hand, allowing warm lubrication onto his swollen phallus. "Ozpin never like heading into uncharted territory without exploring the region and its people." The schlicking sounds were produced as she slid up and down his virgin shaft. "Which means we...have...studied...you!"

Izuku wanted to speak but was unable to. If it was the so-called aphrodisiac or it wasn't often that he had encounter women. Honestly, his tenacity with women was quite bare. He and Ochako Uraraki kissed a few times but nothing went further. Fear and apprehension was the motive. Or more as Izuku played a contributing factor as whenever a woman touched him, he shook like a leaf. Ochako was gentle, permissible to touch and to kiss her. However, Blake was different. Blake was dominant with Izuku. He couldn't question her circumstances and the reason he was chosen. Yet again, nothing was making sense for the time being.

"I think we would explore that later, Izuku. Don't need a long boring story to kill the mood." Izuku watched as Blake drifted her head over to his shaft. Her hair covered it, tickling it in the process. "You wouldn't mind if I were to taste the grandiose you call a blessing, would you?" She clicked her tongue. "Of course, you would. My aura tells me that anyone that has a stronger backbone, you would listen to."

She lightly played with his phallus. She wanted him to feel the overwhelming sensation of being paralyzed. Throughout their research of the UA High students and faculty, Blake did an extensive study on the cinnamon roll (or what the others would call him - Deku). She dived deep into the emerald-haired teen's life. Stemming from the days when he strived to be a Pro Hero and was relentlessly turned down by his friend, Katsuki Bakugo. His being quirkless prior to attending UA High. Even when he was turned down by All Might in order to obtain power. Blake felt sorry for him. She didn't think she had emotions of forgiveness, especially through the pain and suffering she faced during her former days with Adam Taurus. It mattered not, the more she studied Izuku, the more she realized a new feeling was seeping into the coldness of her heart. It was swelling with compassion, wanting to nuzzle this Izuku and to make her his.

Upon their eyes meeting at the assembly, she felt that it was nothing more than fate itself.

"Amazing, you hot liquid is frothing like a refrigerator. I can tell you are an easy spurter," she told him teasingly as she popped her lips from his dick. "It's okay if you want to release. I wouldn't mind if you like to."

Although her words were demanding, at the same time entrancing, he felt his dick twitching. He felt the swelling come from his testicles.

"Come for your wife, my dear husband of mine. Let me hear your cries."

Before he could produce the vowel, his dick did the talking as he spurted out from his dick.

"Sing me a rainbow," she told Izuku playfully as she aided him in his ejaculation. She continued rubbing his tingling shaft, hoping that he would release more thick semen as she hoped he did. The thicker the semen, the richer the seed.

"Goodness, Izuku. You were quite backed up." She dangled his semen as if it were cobwebs. She inserted her fingers into her mouth, hoping to ingest much of the semen into her stomach. It wasn't where it needed to be properly, but it would have to do for now.

Especially when she senses a visitor.

She whispered gently as she rubbed the head of his cock. "Don't forget about me, Izuku. If you need me, just whistle!" She blew onto his dick. "You do know how to whistle, don't you?"

He nodded silently, still feeling the shock unraveling as he received his first blowjob.

"Just put your lips together and blow. Until we meet again, my sweet."

She offered him a peace sign as she stepped out of the window.

"Oh, by the way, my dear Izuku. If you were to cheat on me or allow another girl to touch you, there will be hell to pay. Love you to the end of days!"

While watching the Faunus exiting his window, he didn't pay attention to the unlocking of the doors.

"So, I've told Katsuki about…." His roommate Shouto's voice went abruptly silent when seeing the scene in front of him. Izuku turned to see as Shouto Todoroki looked puzzled and confused about why was Izuku's dick was hanging out. And why was he on his bed? Also, Shouto wasn't alone. He had a guest.

"If you wanted some alone time, Izuku, leave a sock on the door." The black-haired vice president ad classmate, Momo Yaoyorozu tried to contain her laughter. Granted, she was familiar with her boyfriend's antics of wanting solo time. However, she wasn't aware of Izuku's schedule.

Izuku quickly grabbed his pants. He tried to think of formidable options without facing Shouto's wrath. "Shouto, Momo! It isn't what you think."

"Really?" Shouto whispered to Momo to step outside. She closed the door as white-haired teen removed the promise ring from his finger. He began to crack his knuckles. "Then tell me something Izuku on why you decided to jizz on my bed."

"..."

The white red-haired teen crossed his arms. "Pleading silence, eh? Any last words before you see Holy Christ!?"

"Can a few dollars, some comic books, and movie tickets can spare my suffering and bring forgiveness?" Izuku asked pleadingly in a smiling nervous manner.

Shouto's face softened. He relaxed as he retrieved his hands to his pocket. He crossed his arms. "I'm listening. Does that forgiveness come with dinner for Momo and me?"

"Any Anna Miller's, Jonathan's, or Don Quixote's my money can buy."

"Sweet!" Shouto reached over to Izuku and punched him on the shoulder.

"Ouch!"

"Just desserts for smearing my bed with your glue." Shouto went to his drawer. It looked as though he came to get something. "Thank God this weekend is laundry day and guess who's in charge of cleaning?"

"Understood!"

"It seems I will take your bed for the time being or unless that has your naturally made paste?"

"The quips, Shouto. I've said I am sorry!"

There was a knock on the door. It was Momo as she opened.

"Shouto, we are going to be late," she informed him with her pleading eyes.

"Here I come, sweetness," replied Shouto as he blew a kiss. He turned back to Izuku. "So, be sure to straighten things out by tomorrow. I've got to run!"

Shouto gave his friend the peace sign before shutting the door, leaving Izuku in the confusion of his current juncture.

Seeing his what Shouto called it, his naturally made paste, on his pants and on his shirt, he slowly got out of bed, trying his best not to spread any sticky remnants onto other areas. In desperate need of a shower, he reached into the closet to retrieve his toiletry kit.

~I still see your shadows in my room. Can't take back the love that I gave you~

His phone was ringing. He assumed that it was Shouto who probably wanted his tickets and money for his night out with Momo. Izuku may not have been the smartest of UA High but it didn't take a genius to know that Shouto was reaching for condoms as he and Momo were looking for a love motel. At this time of day, security was lax and wouldn't think unsuspecting teenagers who peruse such a place.

He picked up the phone in the fifth ring.

"Listen, I need to go to the bank before I can give you the money for you and Momo," said Izuku.

"Money for what, sweetie?"

Izuku's eyes were wide as saucers. His breath began laboring when registering the voice behind the receiver.

"Hmm...who is this?"

"Don't play adorkably dumb, sweetness! It is your wife, sweetie."

"H-h-how did you g-g-get my number?"

"We're lovers, Izuku. There are no walls between us."

"..."

"By the way, who in the hell is Momo?"

Izuku hung up on her.

Meanwhile….

A few blocks away from UA High School stood an apartment complex. The former hotel was sold and refurbished by an apartment developer who has decided to turn them to residencies for students who attended university, of the elite, and foreign exchange students.

In the bathroom of the newly developed apartment, sitting on the toilet was Blake Belladonna who was breathing rapidly as she clung to every word, every syllable, the sound of the cinnamon roll who she claimed to be part of her own.

She inhaled vigorously to the scent of the stolen boxers she retrieved from his laundry hamper. The smell of chestnuts and raw fish determined that her beloved takes time on pleasuring himself. She sucked on the dry, dead seeds that should have been planted inside of her while pleasuring herself.

"Izuku! Izuku, I love you," she whispered in a ragged voice. The schlicking noise of her pussy juice as she needed both hands to develop an orgasm. She dug as deep as she can, imagining her hands to be Izuku's dick, wanting to be filled with his spunk. Her eyes were turning a bright yellow as she purred and her feline urges ensued.

"You're mine, Izuku! So mine," she screamed before climaxing in the toilet. She laughed in ecstasy as her juices splattered into the toilet, wishing it would have landed on Izuku's cute, freckled face. She withdrew her hands from her pussy. She wiped them with his boxer shorts, hoping to fuse his dry seed to moisten for her to taste.

"Your spunk is so delicious. It is like I am bathing in milk," she told herself as she needed to hurry up. At any moment, the remaining members of Team RWBY would be looking for their B. Earlier during their orientation, she had told the girls that she had a bad stomachache.

A non-curing pain unless it can be healed by her unquenchable thirst for the cinnamon roll.

Sucking on the remnants of her juices, she retrieved her panties, placing them on and flushing the toilet. She went to the mirror to get herself together. She was a Belladonna and she must present herself with pride, beauty, and valor in the public eye.

Her sensual side was only reserved for Izuku.

She opened the door. "Now I am refreshed, for the time being, let's see if I am able to find a way to hack into Izuku's social media." The Faunus was humming "Here Comes The Bride" before heading back to her room. She was too focused on making plans for their future that she didn't notice that her blonde teammate was standing in the hallway.

If one were to look, tiny, minuscule cracks were forming on the wall. Her eyes were a fiery red, becoming incandescent with rage when she easily figured out the conniving Faunus' whereabouts.

"That thieving little BITCH," barked Yang silently. Her weapon was calling her name to destroy that traitorous, worthless wretch. However, in accordance with Ozpin and UA High's Principal Nezu, no weaponry of any kind was to be used on campus during their study aboard. Any offenses, especially in a violent nature, would result in expulsion from the Academy.

"You are a cute and lucky bitch. So you are spared, sweetness. For now," she said quietly as she turned to the living room. She had to save face as Ruby and Weiss were coming back with dinner. "So, Blake wants to play these games, then I am game." She snapped her fingers, displaying her bedeviling smile. "Yang Xiao Long is known to bring every boy and girl to their feeble knees." She tightened her knuckles.

Sometime back before Team RWBY's arrival to UA High School….

"Girls, let's make a pact right here and right now."

It was Ruby that spoke first. The girls were on a plane on their way to Japan. Yang was sitting across from her sister beside Weiss. Blake was sitting beside her sister. The four were chosen as part of the pilot program between UA High School and Beacon Academy for the inaugural cultural exchange program. It gave the fellow huntresses the opportunity to explore and to interact with prospective Pro Heroes.

Yang moved aside the bagged peanuts to give Ruby her undivided attention.

"I know we have tried our hardest to combat our similar proclivities," said Ruby calmly. "These few months will give us an opportunity to try our hardest to get along with camaraderie and respect."

Weiss looked puzzled as she put down Harper's Baazar magazine. It didn't matter as she couldn't read Japanese. Judging by Ruby's smile and facial expressions, she figured that she was only releasing subtle hints. "What are you saying, Rubes?"

Blake interjected as she raised her hand to speak. "She means that when we go to this school, we won't pursue a certain boy we all share personal interests without consulting one another first."

Weiss raised her eyebrow. "Oh? Oh, yeah! I couldn't agree more." She crossed her arms as she was nodding in agreement with Ruby. "I must admit, Ruby Rose, that you are quite wise." She coughed as she straightened her clothing. "Us girls are quite possessive and volatile when it comes to our men."

"Agreed," said Yang.

"Affirmative," confirmed Blake.

"Right," said Ruby.

"So," said Weiss while staring at the stewardess serving another round of drinks. "That intel we have collected was only Intel, correct?"

The girls had a pregnant silence. Each stared at one another before nodding simultaneously.

"It is wise and very important to inspect anything before coming across the foreign territory," said Yang. "If we didn't collect any intel, then how would we know to expect?"

"Factual you are, Yang," concurred Ruby. "Our purpose of going to this school is to study under the laws and policies of UA High School. We will learn, study, and live together with their UA High counterparts. We are expected to follow and to represent Beacon Academy with pride, integrity, and respect."

Yang smirked at her sister. "It is like you read that straight from the catalog."

"My point is Yang is that our purpose is to study and only study," said Ruby with a bit of a defensive attitude. "We are free to pursue any boy to our liking as long it isn't the same boy."

"Understood," said Blake. She turned her eyes to Yang as she nodded. In return, Weiss and Ruby did the same. "You had mentioned earlier about making a pact."

Ruby smiled when noticing that Blake was listening. "Like yeah," she said happily. "We will make a pact right here and right now." She coughed as she prepared to speak once again. "For the sake and the safety of our closeness in the relationship of this team, we will not and shall not pursue the same guy without informing one another first." Ruby stuck out her hand. "Agreed?"

"Agreed," answered Yang as she stuck out her hand.

"Agreed," said Blake modestly.

"Deal," answered the Snow Queen.

"That is our pact and we are sticking to it," said Ruby. She slapped the window. "This calls for a celebration." She pushed the button to alert the stewardess. "Ma'am, do you have cookies?"

As Weiss returned to her magazine, Blake covering her face mask to return sleeping, and Ruby pressing the button to alert the stewardess, she leaned against the window.

She pulled out her headphones to plug into her cell phone. She knew her scroll was rendered useless and left it back at Beacon. Using the plane's online Wifi to find music from Rage Against the Machine, she scrolled down her Facebook.

The girls were collecting intel about the students of UA High but Yang wholeheartedly had a more sinister purpose.

She pursed her lips as she scrolled on the emerald-haired child that suited her fancy. She used her fingers to draw his features. If the girls weren't there, she would kiss her cell phone.

Our pact! Yeah, I promise! However, I know we are lying to ourselves. Ruby would have never invested in a cookbook to make a katsudon. Weiss would have never taken up sewing in order to help and to assist those to modify their costumes. And there is Blake, one of my best friends. Around me, Blake is as opened like a book, especially when a boy suits her fancy. I saw her reading a book on horoscopes, trying match if that boy's sign matches her's. Her alone time in the bathroom gets longer. Scrolling on the internet to see about interspecies relationships and ages to legally marry. I am on to you. I am on to all of you. I know we have promised this silly pact but it is thin as the truth. We have done our intel. We have done our homework. And let's face it, we are bedeviling and cautious with our proclivities. At the end of the day….

"We want that boy!"

Back to the present….Later that evening….

A drink of mineral water was the final thing on his checklist before heading back to the dorms. He was preparing to head home and do homework he will never finish and plan on watching movies.

He decided to let today's incident with the foreign exchange student to be nothing more than hay fever, a teen trying to adjust to the Japanese lifestyle.

Izuku knew within his heart he was lying to himself but who would believe him. As he was walking and making a mental note to head to the laundromat tomorrow to wash Shouto's sheets, he bumped into a fleshy object.

"Jeez! Has anyone ever tell that isn't the way to greet a lady." It was met with a smirk as Izuku suddenly realized that his face was making contact with her fleshy mounds.

"Yeep," cried the cinnamon roll as he stepped back and landed on his butt, dropping his materials.

The blonde giggled. "I am sorry. I was teasing." She made her footsteps to Izuku. Izuku saw as she kneeled and picked up his items, collecting them. "Let me help you up."

He objected. "Don't worry. I can help myself up. Thanks!"

The blonde looked she didn't like his rejection. "So, you have a problem for ladies to assist?"

"No, no. I mean, forgive me. Sure you can help me."

The blonde used her hands to pick up Izuku. Izuku began remembering the girl, especially when she was speaking any Japanese. He was grateful that he can speak English.

She patted and dusted his clothes. "No harm is done. Sorry for scaring you." She extended her hand. "Izuku Midoriya, right?"

He nodded in agreement.

"Yang Xiao Long! We meet once again."

He returned her handshake. "A pleasure to meet you once again."

She peered down and kissed his hand. "A pleasure as well, I-zu-ku!"

To be continued….