Hey, guys. This story was originally going to be released on "My Hero Izuku (And No One Else's)." However, I didn't really care for the story as I felt it wasn't yandere-ish and the humor might be in bad taste. I am going to release it here and see what you guys think. Enjoy!

Izuku and his family were at his grandparent's cottage on the outskirts of Fukuoka for the weekend. The cottage was perched on the plain of an open field filled with apple trees. The deprivation of the cottage was very poor that it was amazing that it was still standing. Despite the arguments his father gave his grandfather about rebuilding the cottage, he refused. It was the cottage that his grandfather built with his hands. By destroying the cottage, he will be destroying the legacy.

"Dad, the house is falling apart."

"Hisashi, if you think my bare bone ass is going to rebuild this house? I think that's sickening. You're sick."

"Dad, I am not trying to be sickening. I want you to know that we care about your well-being."

"Don't worry about my well-being, son. When your mother kicks, I am moving to Vegas."

"Oh, Dad. You are being silly."

"Says who?"

Izuku was honestly not paying attention what they were explaining, but he loved how warm and welcoming it was. The evidence of life from the cottage was the ribbon of smoke that came from the chimney; the sounds the chimes made with the wind; and the sound of moving water from the neighboring brook. The materials that were built for the cottage, wood, and stone, were allegedly given to them by westerners who visited the area. They developed a relationship that they traded with one another, and thus the family cottage was born.

While his grandfather served as the elder of the village, his grandmother served the role of running the apple orchard. The apples were a huge contribution to the community and the surrounding areas of the prefecture. His grandmother spent years building the family orchard so that it can be handed down to his parents or to him and his cousin, Izumi after they leave this earth. Like his parents, his grandparents were closely knitted to them as well.

He loved how warm and welcoming her hug was as they embraced. She smelled of apples. He imagined that grandmother must bathe in apples. He chuckled and at the same time, became ill of that thought.

"Your grandfather is out again," his grandmother told Izuku and the family as they stepped out of the vehicle. "Either at the village square or at the bar getting his fill of rice wine and playing darts." Or feeling up that damn blonde foreigner girl. When that bastard kicks, I moving to Nigeria. Receive some real loving when I get there.

"I am so glad that you have returned dears," said his grandmother. Her wrinkled hands told a tale of her hard work as a farmer, a wife, and a mother. She kept her hands on his face. "Izuku, you are getting so big. You are getting taller and taller every day." Her smile spread wide and her eyes glistened with joy. "Wonder how you are with your girth?"

He blushed. "Grandma, that's personal."

"Says who?"

Izuku knew that she anticipated their arrival every summer. Although they lived a few hours away, his parents' schedule did not allow them to visit their grandparents. His grandfather didn't drive and his grandmother didn't believe in riding in vehicles. The summertime was the only time in which Izuku could see them. Truthfully, the emerald-haired child anticipated the arrival more than anybody.

"Easy mom," said his mother, "Don't forget that he is getting ready to become a man soon." She winked at Izuku and then at his grandmother. But before he could manage to get a word out, his cousin Izumi jolted from his mother and gave her grandmother a hug.

"Izumi, you know I always happy to see you, dear."

"'Grandma, grandma!" Izumi kept saying with excitement as she clung to her like bee onto a flower.

"Oh, sweetheart," said their grandmother. She pressed her lips to her ear. "Got those jimmy hats I've sent you?"

"Yes, Grandma," replied Izumi excitedly.

"Still wanting to sleep with your cousin, Izuku," asked their grandmother.

"More than ever," replied Izumi. "He is quite a fighter."

Their grandmother kissed her forehead. "Don't give up, dear. I have some herbal medicine that compares to codeine. Should slip him into a nice sleep." She winked at Hisashi. "How did you think I got your father, Hisashi?"

Developing a nervous laughter, he grabbed the suitcases and headed for the cottage.

"I am glad that you have reminded me about that, Inko," said his grandmother as she returned to the subject before turning to Izuku. "It is about that time to begin the ceremony for the boys to become men."

Izuku looked in curiosity and back at his mother. "What is Grandma talking about?"

"Not now, dear. You will find out soon enough," answered his mother. "Now, come and help your father get the suitcases.'

"Yes ma'am," he said and went to get the suitcases.

As Izuku was retrieving the suitcases and heading to the cottage, his grandmother and his mother consulted each other. "Inko, don't tell me you haven't explained to him yet."

Izuku excused her niece from them as they were walking toward the orchard. Once they felt they were alone, the women conversed. "Inko, every teenager have to face this. Your father did and he is managing well. He has you...back when you at your finest."

Inko's face went flat upon hearing that. "So, I gained a few pounds. Just because you resemble Izuku's big breasted bimbo Kayama-sensei doesn't mean you are better than I. At least Izuku knows his father, Sayuri. His real father."

She shushed her daughter-in-law. "Okay, okay. Sorry." She regained her composure. "Listen, I understand if you have intimidation about this. I, myself, can volunteer my services."

Inko scoffed. "You think you are going to take Izuku's first time?"

Grandma Midoriya crossed her arms. "As you've said, I do resemble the teacher that probably gives him wet dreams at night."

"In your dreams, wench!"

"Wench?"

As the women were bickering on who was going to take Izuku's rod for a test drive, an unsuspecting visitor was lurking in the shadows.

The shadows of the family vehicle. She crawled from under the car. Like a bug, she scattered into the nearby woods. She was a short girl with light brown-colored hair styled in a bob cut that reached slightly below her shoulders. Her blunt bangs completely covered her eyes, hiding most of her face. Living off of the mushrooms she collected for the trip, she reeled in shock when being notified about Izuku's weekend trip.

She pulled out her Deku Memo. She documented anything and everything about her cinnamon roll. His sleep habits, his study routine, when he does laundry, trash pick up for his dry tissues. Nothing went untouched in the hands of Kinoko Komori.

The mushroom girl wrote in her log while she saw the interloping whores talk about her man. 3:45 PM, I have arrived at my lover's grandparents' place. A beautiful scenery. However, I don't see my beloved. Yet again, I do spy a lot of infestation of bitches around here. I might need to concoct a herbal supplement and call it "Bitch-B-Gone" spray. She laughed to herself as she made hissing noises in a form of a spray.

Didn't prepare as he didn't know that all of these women had insatiable appetites, she had to be resourceful. Then, like a spark to gasoline, she developed a plan. She went onto her cell phone. "Ok, Google. Tell me about Japanese mythological legends in this forest."

Sometime later….

Izuku wondered what were his grandmother and his mother talking about. Ceremony. Becoming a man? He didn't pay it any mind as he and his cousin went out into the fields to play. One of the biggest highlights of going to his grandparents were to pay in the apple fields. He and Izumi created plenty of pleasant memories in their home away from home. Memories that he wouldn't repeat to a stranger as if more pleasant for Izumi than it was for Izuku.

This time was no different as they played a game of hide-and-go-seek. Izuku, admittedly, was not the best at that game for Izumi always tended to find him. What was worst was the penalty. Her penalties were the same: a kiss with her big cousin (along with some tongue and feeling up). Izuku admitted that she is getting better, which was fearful to him.

"Where are you, Aniki," said Izumi with a grin. She scanned the orchard in search of her cousin but to no avail. "C'mon, Aniki. Come out here and take your kiss. It won't hurt. It is just lots and lots of loving from your dear little sister. Just a little kiss and maybe a little tongue. I promise it won't thrust much."

However, Izuku had an ace up his sleeve. Before venturing off in the trees, he saw a small brush that was beside the brook. His grandfather was using it to prepare a bond fire for the upcoming village gathering. While she was scanning through the orchard, he lied in wait behind the brush until the game was over.

He snickered at his master plan. Although he felt bad for his cousin. He did not like hurting her feelings. But if it would avoid her wet sloppy kisses, then the sacrifice he must take. As he sat against the brush, he felt the summer's heat bearing down on him. It reminded him of the times when he had to carry gym equipment in the hot shed of his school. Instead of being in the confinements of a four-walled shack, he was in the opening.

Seeking for a cooler spot, he left the brush and headed for the brook. He carefully made his way to the brook without getting Izumi's attention. He tiptoed without making a noise. She had a keen sense of hearing. Any rustling would have gotten her attention. As soon as he touched the brook, the water moved softly around his outstretched fingers, caressing cooly, eddying in its wake. He pulled his hand out and watched the water drop infrequently. The cool water, aided by the wind, made Izuku feel better. He then rested on the grass and took his shoes off. He soothed his feet in the brook until he was ready to return to the orchard. He knew it would be a matter of time before Izumi became worried and goes to his mother.

From across the brook, he heard a sound coming from the woods. He looked at the forest. It was nothing there. He thought it was maybe a cicada or a bird hitting the branches. However, he heard a sound, but only louder. It sounded like something was hitting the branch. He looked again, but it was nothing. Getting a little afraid, he stood from the brook and began to return to the orchard until he heard a voice.

"Hello. Hello."

The voice went silent just like the woods in front of him. According to his grandfather, the woods have been abandoned for many years. No presence of life was to be seen or heard from that forest. He feared that it might be a youkai that his grandfather told him.

"Hello. Hello." The voice sounded like a child. It was a female voice. It was very calm. It made Izuku think that maybe it was a lost child or something.

"Hello. Hello."

"Hello," said Izuku, this time responding. The wind slowly picked up speed and the branches were loudly shaking. It sent shivers down his spine.

"Hello. Hello."

"I am here," said Izuku with a hint of fear. "Where are you?"

"I am right behind you."

To be continued….

Wow! Izuku's family are very superstitious. Never it matters. I need to set my claim before that those damn cows set their udders on my precious Izuku! He is mine, damn it! MINE!