A/N: The writers of My Hero Academia finally came up with a name for Shouto's mother and her name is Rei Todoroki. So, from this point on, I will no longer call her Aunt Todo, but instead Aunt Rei. So, disregard her previous name from this point on as she is now Aunt Rei. I will advise you that this story is a romance-drama and will contain graphic content. So, in this chapter, discretion is advised.

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The song "Jocelyn Flores" crept upon Izuku's mind as he departed from his mother's house. He didn't get a chance to say goodbye for she had a meeting with a client. The song, the somberness of it, the tension of the achiness of losing something very precious. He hasn't lost anyone close, but it made him think of his friend Shouto's mother who he humbly called her Aunt Rei. It was her eyes that garnered his attention. The emptiness inside, a void. Even when they engaged in their rendezvous on her bed, he saw the yearning of something more. She wanted more. This wasn't a lust-filled thing that she did to him. He knew for he felt it when they shared their first kiss. The static, the electricity, not only filling his loins but inside of his heart.

Aunt Rei and Izuku didn't have sex that evening in her home. Shouto's father returned drunk and wanted a quick meal before going back to gamble. The man had the guile to bring his spray-tanned gyaru girlfriend to eat with them. Quietness filled the table as the succulent pigs ate the meal made for five. Izuku knew the family wasn't going to budge. Why wouldn't they? Izuku wasn't aware of the frightening encounters Aunt Rei experience in the nearly thirty years of marriage.

Its' proof was scarred on Shouto's face.

Shouto took him home. The long walk to the train station was silent. The sound of the cicadas filled the void. If Izuku could, he wanted to ask him about things at home.

The thought occurred to him on his way home.

He boarded the bus and decided to play "Jocelyn Flores" until he arrived at the train station. The destination was going to be a twenty-minute ride. It gave the green-haired child opportunity to think of his next move, particularly with Aunt Rei. He opened his backpack to grab a bottle of water. He made sure to bring plenty.

It was after school yesterday when his Aunt Rei called him. She said it was urgent and to meet her at the coffeehouse nearby. She told him to not bring Shouto with him. Coming out with a suitable excuse, he ran the few city blocks to the coffeehouse.

It wasn't hard spotting out the white-haired woman in the corner. She was turned away. Thinking that she was lost in thought, he slowly crept up to surprise her. However, he was met with a black eye and a swollen lip.

Shouto's father, her husband's brand written all over her face.

'He came by last night,' she said quietly, very meekly like a timid mouse. Izuku took a seat beside her, but she flinched as he tried to touch her chin. 'Don't! Sorry! Please don't, it is very tender.'

He winced, wiping the tear from her eye with his handkerchief. The only thing he could do was to console. He didn't want to hug her, he sat next to her. 'You don't have to say more. I don't have to know. I just sit with you until you are ready to speak.'

The minutes would turn into hours. Empty cups and plates of coffee, tea, and croissants filled the table. Izuku didn't play with his phone. He didn't do anything. His eyes focused on Rei until she was ready to speak.

She took a deep breath after the strong, pregnant silence of a few hours to speak. 'He came by last night.' She looked at her knuckles, each busted up from defensive wounds. 'He came to get a few things for his apartment. And to give me and the kids some money.' She inhaled deeply, crackling her voice. 'His lover was with him.'

Izuku was already aware of her husband's Eiji relationship with numerous women. It wasn't anything Eiji trying to hide. The arrangement was finished to him. She had given him children and that was nothing he wanted.

Unless it was something of his caliber.

'He said I looked 'too happy,'' she sniffled. 'He said 'as if I was happy for him to not be here.''

'What did you say,' he asked calmly.

'I'd told him that it was all in his mind and that there hasn't been anything different about me,' she said. 'But that wasn't good enough for him.' She pulled Izuku's sleeve. She held it tightly. It wasn't physical contact, but it was a start. 'He thought I was talking smart to him. Looking at Eiji in the eye confirmed my confidence. He didn't like it. He thought I was trying to one-up him in front of his lady.'

She added that Eiji was drunk and upset that he lost a few thousand dollars in caged battle wrestling. All of that pent-up tension, he needed a punching bag.

'I wasn't in the mood for it. I walked away.' Aunt Rei gripped his sleeve tightly. She crackled her voice. 'He got really angry and he slapped me.'

Eiji used his backhand to slap Rei to the floor. Eiji's girlfriend wiled in excitement to see his wife go down. 'He got much angrier when he felt that he cracked his knuckles.' She inhaled in the attempt to not create a sob. 'And took it out on me.'

Shouto, Fuyumi, and the younger siblings were there. Their attempts of rescuing their mother failed when Eiji knocked Shouto to the ground and Fuyumi was pushed to the family table, splitting it in two. Eiji's girlfriend held the younger siblings. She pried their eyes and forced them to watch their mother get hit.

She slammed the table hard. 'She made my kids watch their mother,' she cried. ''Watch your doorknob of a mother get hit. You see that kids, that is a product of a whore not knowing her place.'' Izuku resorted to wrapping her arms around Aunt Rei. She buried her face in his bosom. He brushed his fingers through her hair. He didn't say anything. There were some things words could make to show his anger, his hate, his anguish, and his shame at not being there when she needed him.

Izuku knew their relationship was a secret. He still felt less of a man for not defending her.

Aunt Rei paid the tab for the coffeehouse. As they exited the coffeehouse, she told him that she was staying at a nearby hotel for the time being. She had Fuyumi and the younger siblings to stay with a family relative for a few days until things with down. Shouto was still at the house. Knowing his friend, emptiness filled him as well.

He didn't see signs. Everything on the surface seemed well. Even on the very day when he and Aunt Rei shared their first experience.

The bus stopped at his destination. Still listening to "Jocelyn Flores," Izuku exited the bus and headed for the train station. He paused, kneeling to get his Yankee cap to conceal his identity. He didn't need anyone to know what he was doing and why he was here.

For all he could have been doing, he could have been selling baseball cards.

At this time, the subway station was a seething mass of humanity. Everyone from every walk of life was shoulder to shoulder, in each other's faces, no personal space, no exceptions. There was space between the people and somehow that makes it all the more awkward. When it's crowded, one may take in no information about anyone, they are just things in one's way. Moving, smelling, awkward, rude things.

Now the faces of the city are looking at him. Thinking about him. Judging this teen that normally goes unnoticed in the throng. And he was looking at them, forming opinions, deciding on the safest place to stand, nearer to who, further from who.

He inhaled the air, omitting any thoughts of his insecurities. This wasn't a social call. This is business.

He took off his headphones and placed them into his pocket as he searched for the coin lockers. At this time of day, many wouldn't be there until work's end. So, there wouldn't be anybody looking to retrieve their items.

He posted there like a mailbox. In a way, he was waiting for a packaged arrival. He grabbed a stick of gum to chew. It was more for calming his nerves than fresh breath. Perched on the hard locker, he flicked through his phone and look at messages he had already read, anything to avoid eye contact. He scanned through the messages of Aunt Rei. After leaving the coffeehouse, he came by the hotel to make sure that she got there safely.

She invited him to stay for a few minutes to have a chat since she inhibited him from speaking earlier. He said he would stay for a few minutes.

He didn't want his mother to worry about him.

In the room that was twilight and shadow, Aunt Rei stood close enough for Izuku to breathe in her scent. Her arms wrapped around his back and in one gentle pull, their skin touched. She felt his hand in her hair, how he loved the softness, watching it tumble as he released it. Then his hand moved down her cheekbones to her lips. That was when the kissing started and they started to move like partners in a dance that is written in their DNA.

Their bodies fitted together as if they were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel that natural rhythm. Without a word, he lifted her right off her feet, carrying her toward the bed, letting her fall with a soft bounce on the mattress. They locked eyes for just a moment, just enough for them to feel safe with one another.

'I won't let him lay another finger on you again,' he said quietly.

'I believe you,' she replied.

He began undoing her jeans, pulling them off, kissing from her toes upward, slowly, his hands on her legs, always just a little higher than the kisses. She felt her back arch in anticipation, knowing where his fingers will soon reach. Her head rocked back against the pillow as he did, the first moan escaping my lips.

She heard the ripping of the condom he picked up on the tray next to the bed. She was amazed at the quickness of a virgin putting on a condom. She would have thought he had done this before.

'Let me take away the hate. Let me take away the pain. So, hold on.' Izuku quietly mumbled to himself as closed his eyes as he inserted his dick into her pussy. She flinched, dropping to the bed. She began sniffling. Izuku backed away. 'Sorry, sorry,' he said. 'I think I was a bit too quick.'

Aunt Rei was silent. She reached for his dick and slid it back into her cavern. 'Congratulations,' she whispered.

He took his time thrusting. Moans escaped from his lips. Aunt Rei was glad. She felt the hotness of his hardened member inside of her cavern, angrily invited him to her womb. Long, strong strokes to the tilt. Each one, she moaned quietly. She was shy, blushing away and glad he wasn't seeing her face.

As they continued to make love, she can hear the sniffling of Izuku as he continued to thrust her. 'I feel so stupid,' the green-haired said to himself. 'I should have...I could have...Nothing. God, I suck.'

'No, you don't,' she told him gentily. She stood up as she positioned to sit on his hip. 'You are okay like this?'

'You aren't heavy,' he said. 'I promise to make you feel good.'

'I believe you, sweetheart,' she said to him.

Izuku stretched his arms to give Aunt Rei some room to doing her thrusting. She had more expertise in that department than he did. It was nothing but moans with the pair. Her hair tickling his stomach as she wanted him to feel good. He kept his posture to ensure that she was comfortable on her end.

Tears streamed down his tepid eyes. He wanted her to feel as good as possible. Aunt Rei knew he was sloppy. Nevertheless commended him for his efforts.

A few minutes of awkward sex felt pleasurable than the thirty years of it with Eiji. At least Izuku put her first.

'You're doing good, sweetheart,' she told him. 'Keep making your auntie feel good!"

Izuku's hips were giving out of his thrusting. As he tried to position himself to move, he suddenly climaxed into the condom. He crackled, twitching as he spurted into her. After a few moments, the tingling sensation faded as he lied his head on her back. Guilt filled within him.

'I am sorry, Aunt Rei,' he said apologetically.

'Don't be,' she informed him. 'You've done nothing wrong.' She pulled herself from him. Izuku removed the condom from his penis and tossed it in the nearby trash can.

Aunt Rei patted him to lay by her on the bed.

Her skin was amber in the streetlight. The orange glow flooded in the unguarded window, yet without a light on in here they were quite safe from prying eyes. Her hand alighted on his face, moving down past his collar bone. Already his brain was on fire. She was his angel, his angel with fingertips of flame.

At that moment, Rei felt his eyes looking at her back as much as her other parts of her body. Even in the quiet moments, the stillness and action of this scene could tell that they looked like lovers.

The swirling fan cooled the room. She pulled the covers to keep them warm.

'Can you sleep,' asked him.

'No,' he replied. 'Can't shake the thought of him hurting you.'

'Sweetheart, it wasn't your fault.'

'I should have known something. I should have done something.'

'Izuku. Don't. Just don't sweetheart.'

He wiped the tear from his eyes. 'I...I...I.' He coughed, excusing himself. 'I l...I…'

It was interrupted by a warm kiss to his forehead. 'Get some rest, Izuku baby.'

'Good night.'

'Good night.'

Let's leave, Izuku. Let's just go somewhere to be ourselves. I got some money for us to take a train. I have always wanted to go to Hokkaido. Meet me at the station by 2:45 at the coin locker. I will be waiting for you.

~Aunt Rei

A firm grip shook Izuku out of his thoughts. A white-haired woman wearing a baseball cap and a medical mask covering her mouth put her finger to her lip. But those charming eyes alerted him to be Rei Todoroki.

"Aunt Rei! I am surprised by...how you look," he said casually to break the awkwardness.

"Look forward and don't turn. Our train is in front of us. Here are our tickets. Let's go."

"Is something the matter?"

"I won't answer until we are on that train. Let's go."

Rei grabbed his hand and walked toward the train. She immediately presented the conductor with their tickets. The elderly man clicked both tickets and allowed them entry.

They kept walking, neverminding the passengers as they walked car by car until they were in their car, first class. Izuku was a bit frightened of this fear brought on by Aunt Rei and something told him that she may have every right to be.

He made a silent prayer to God that he was wrong.

To be continued….