"Izuku."
"Yes, dad?"
"Let's go out for a bit. While your mother is still asleep."
Izuku felt incredibly nervous around his biological father. His body kept screaming at him to run away but just by a mere glance from the tall man. Izuku felt his feet glued to the floor and every muscle in his being tensed.
"No need to be so nervous, though I suppose you can't help it. Come, I will answer your questions as best as I can." Hisashi was a man that Izuku never thought his father to be. The boy always thought his dad was a serious character, however, that wasn't the case. The Patriarch was calm and laid back.
With nothing but obedience, Izuku followed his father outside the apartment. They took a local detour around the neighborhood. It was five in the morning. The sun wasn't up yet.
"It's been a while since I took a stroll around here. The last time I was in town was when I knocked up your mother, Izuku. God, it was a beautiful sight to behold. I only had about two hours before my flight to the states. Though I did make sure to leave my apartment and phone number with her." Hisashi rambled on, Izuku wasn't really familiar with the context so he innocently asked.
"Knocked...up?"
"Oh right, I keep forgetting your four. Sorry if I am not that good at this whole parent thing. Your my firstborn so I guess I will learn along the way. Anyway where was I, oh right. I need to establish some rules for you."
Izuku looked questionably at his father. This was certainly not who he was expecting.
"Let's stop here for now." Hisashi pauses before a bench that oversees the park.
Once both father and son sat down, the former explained the whole situation to his offspring.
"Listen Izuku, what you have is not a quirk."
Izuku's world was slowly breaking. Not a quirk? What about the numbers? "W-What...?"
"Kid, what you have is something way more useful than any pathetic quirk can ever give you."
"What is it?" Izuku asks nervously.
"My son, what we call our powers are known as databases."
"Databases? What's that?"
"I just said it-Ugh-nevermind. Anyway, there are some rules that need to be established okay. Your lucky I am around otherwise this can really come back fuck you in the ass. Theoretically of course, unless you grow up into preferring that kind of thing. Now, these rules are law okay, no matter what happens, no matter how confused you are, no matter how ignorant you will become. These are law understand?"
"Y-Yes."
"Good, I am going to be short with you right so pay attention. Rule one: Never, ever get involved with a player versus match when it doesn't involve you. Rule two: Whatever you do, do not father a child from another player. Rule three: When fighting other players, never spare them, kill them. Rule four: Never kill the NPCs without actual reasoning. And for rule five: Stay alive for as long as you can, you only have one life. Now then, how about a lighter topic."
Izuku was honest to god confused, he didn't know what to make about these rules. His dad did promise him to answer any questions Izuku asked so now was the time.
"Um, dad?"
"Hmm, yea?"
"What's a player, or NPC, or why the rules?"
"Well let's start off slow. Players are people like you and me who can see the world a lot differently than normal people do. Tell me, you seen the words and numbers popped up on top of a persons head or near their head?"
Izuku nodded.
"You see that's one of the many perks about being a player, we can understand other individuals a lot better than the average person. As for the term NPC, in the modern-day era, it is known as non-playable characters, but before circa it was once a term as "Nulled Personality Characteristic" or at least that was equivalent of what the actual term was. But you don't need to pay to much attention to the acronym but more so the person that is bound by that title. We will go over this soon but as for the rules. I will warn you ahead of time, follow these rules Izuku, these will save your life in your future." Surprisingly, the man showed concern for the child while having a glint of fear in his eyes. Izuku senses that this was something not to be tested so he obeyed his fathers understanding.
"Anything else before we continue on?"
"Where do baby's come from?"
"What?"
"Where do baby's come from?" Izuku asked innocently for the second time holding onto his father's pant leg.
"Well...why do you want to know that?" Hisashi seemed confused.
"I wanna know."
"Well, you don't need to know yet."
"Please."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I can tell you, but you wouldn't understand."
Izuku pouted before asking the next question. "Can you show me?"
Hisashi had a dead-fish expression. "I need an adult."
"But you are..."
"Ya ya, I get it. Shit, okay. I will "show" you where babies come from but after we do some setups."
Izuku cheered silently with his arms in the air.
"Now let's go to the park. I need to teach some things."
Mustafa local children's park. Current Occupants-2
"Now Izuku, I want you to focus on me. Just me, nothing else."
Hisashi instructed sitting on a nearby rock as Izuku faces him on the swings. The child held a focused expression before his eyes soften.
"Do you see it?" The father asks.
"Yes," Izuku responds before his expression changes on of peace and tranquillity to terror and petrification.
"Good, just by looking at you, you saw my stats. Get used to seeing a lot of people with these numbers. Hell, there are some with more than just four digits."
Izuku swallowed a hard lump in his throat. He dreaded meeting someone just as or even more capable than his father. Those stats will be ingrained into his mind.
Hisashi Midoriya: Level 510
Health[6390/6390]
Stamina[8770/8770]
Relationship: Family(Parent Player)
Izuku focused on the stats some more before his father called his attention.
"Now Izuku, to look at your stats, you need to make your vision go out of focus. So don't concentrate on nothing particular, if it helps, look at the sky."
Doing as told, Izuku glanced up at the dawn-drawn sky. Beautiful bright sunshine hitting the city. His eyes slowly drifted out of focus then his own personal stats would show up.
Izuku Midoriya: Level 2
Health[13/13]
Stamina[8/8]
Class: Underdog
"Underdog?"
"That's your class. It's the kind of player your most likely are right now. You can change it if you like later on. Anyway, you see your health? Good, that's your lifeline. Never ever do you let that drop to zero understand? There are no revives or saving graces. Your stamina, if you let that hit zero, you will most likely fall unconscious...what is it son?" Hisashi stopped his lecturing the second he saw his child raise his hand like it was school.
"My Stamina did went below zero though."
There was a period of silence as the Midoriya Patriarch stared at his boy. With a smooth motion, he walked over to his son and held his shoulders, never breaking eye contact.
"Is that right? Your sure that was the case?"
Izuku nodded. His eyes witnessed something amazing. A pride look of a father. The joy in the child's heart was enormous.
"You know what, how about I show you where do babies come from?" Hisashi declared. Izuku nodded eagerly.
Standing up, Hisashi pulled out his phone to call someone. The conversation was soft and short. Before turning the device off, Hisashi looked down with a smile.
"Welp, we got a long day ahead of us, your mother will be making dinner when we get back."
"Where are we going?" Izuku asks innocently.
"Somewhere called the Red Light District."
Red Light District of Mustafa, current occupants(20,000) time(6:00 AM), in the Golden Star Brothel.
"Izuku sit over there, I will talk with the nice lady."
Izuku landed himself on a soft cushion, it was nicer than any furniture at home. Looking around, it was dazzling dark red with gold stars on the floor. He didn't see anyone else aside from the lady behind the counter. Looking down at his hands, he was happy, though somewhat surprised where his father had taken him. People dressed up in tight-looking clothes that showed a lot of skin. Woman giving his dad the same looks that mom would give him when they were alone. Men easily touching other women or men all over the place. His dad did tell him to stay by his side never wander astray.
Humming in the joy that maybe his dad is not a bad person after all.
Meanwhile...
"Morning sir, how may I help you?"
"Give me the basement."
"How many girls?"
"100."
"For verification, may you tell me your tag, level, and class?"
"Black-Ember, level 510, and Hydra."
The receptionist typed the keyboard for a few seconds before the customer-given-smile turned into a frown then a look of surprise. "Mr. Midoriya, I didn't know..."
"It's no big deal. Just get me my service."
"Sure thing sir. What about equipment?"
"None, but give me a lot of XXX-protein tablets and syringes to last me until 6:00 PM."
"That's quite a lot, your Stamina resistance is high in our records."
"This is not for me."
"Come again." The receptionist looked up from her desktop.
"It's for the boy." Hisashi points a thumb to the child waiting in the lobby.
"W-Why? He is no more than four years old?! No..." The receptionist started to sweat before tearing up. Before she could yell at him, the man smacked her mouth with his hand. Silencing her.
"Give. Me. The. Service."
With a reluctant nod, the lady wiped her tears and continued setting up the room.
"What type of lovers would the boy have..."
"Give me the carnivorous bunnies."
"Of course..."
"Charge my account and make sure you supply the ladies with the drugs."
The lady nodded sadly. "Any specific orders."
"Ignore his cries and screams, just use him to your heart's content. Though make sure he stays alive."
"Your room will be ready in a few minutes. To the left and down the stairs."
"Thank you for your service." Hisashi grinned at the sobering woman. He walks back to his child who was still as obedient as ever.
"Izuku, come let's go." The child hopped off the chair and ran towards his father.
"You wanted to learn about babies and where they come from right?"
"Yep!"
"Well, first you got to learn how are they made." The pair go down the stairs the leads to a nice crimson door.
"Trust me, these girls will go through the specifics with you about the how, when, where, and who. You can even ask them questions but the only ones you cannot ask are the "whys". The father gripped the handle and opens the door casually. It was a dark room but had a bed, a large bed, one that seemed endless.
Izuku took one step inside. "Oh and son? Do keep an open mind about the whole lesson."
"I will." Izuku trusted him, maybe he wasn't as in-depth as he thought he was but going through the extra mile to educate him was awesome. Izuku heard the door close behind him before a soft click sound echoed.
Walking forward, this room seemed endless. It smelled with a heavy stench. Something that would stick to you. The room was warm too. Eventually, he got the edge of the bed, it seems to stretch even further away.
"Hello?" Izuku asks the darkness.
"My are you our customer?" A voice as beautiful and steaming answered him. Izuku took off his shoes before crawling further to the bed.
"I came here to learn?"
"About what dear?" The voice was getting closer and warmer.
"How are babies made." The innocence was clueless to the looming darkness.
"Is that right? Well, you came to the right place." The voice was in front of him. He could feel her breath above him, tickling his curly hair.
"Oh, thanks..." Izuku stopped short from his gratitude.
Warning! Boss Level Player detected!
Mission Acquired!
Objectives: •Survive...
Without hesitation, Izuku dashes back to the door. Thank god he knew his tracks.
He tried reaching for a handle but he could feel one. Immediately the warmth was closing in on him. He felt his body slowly sweating. The panting of not just one person but many.
"DAD! MOM! PLEASE HELP! SOMEONE! PLEASE!" Izuku cried out for his parents but none came. His hopes were vanishing, the bloody hands from banging on the steel door were now broken.
Health[12/13]
"Come dear, no need to be scared. We will take care of you." One lady said to him, she was different than the first. Izuku felt her hands, sweaty and burning hot wrapped around him.
"No..." Izuku weakly protested, he tried to pry off the hands but then he was carried and thrown on the bed.
Opening his eyes was basically a nightmare for any child to see.
Warning! Multiple-Boss Level Players!
Izuku was shedding tears and wetting himself as he stared at the once dark room only to be accompanied by many eyes glowing in the dark with their grins flashing white. Izuku backed away as best he could be soon, his legs were dragged, arms were pinned, and clothes ripped off. Many warm hot and sweaty hands rubbed parts of his body.
Stamina[8/8]
One got on top of him and ridden him like he was a dead horse.
Stamina[-4/8]
His vision was red, he was dying. Izuku couldn't stop it, couldn't fight it. He was weak. The lady with the crazed grin leaned over and reached for something before putting it in her mouth. She reached down and gave Izuku a French kiss. Something that embarrassed him at the mere thought of doing with any girl. But this was no girl, this grown woman was trapping his breath and shoving something with her tung down his throat.
Izuku felt his vision clear up.
Stamina[8/8]
"What?" Izuku breathes out before having his breath being taken away.
"There's so much more fun we girls are going to have with you. Feast your eyes, brace your heart, and stiff your dick! It's going to be Hell's circle of lust for you, little boy."
With that statement, Izuku gave one of his long and despair-stricken screams.
Meanwhile...
Hisashi heard his son's cries for help. Walking away from the door, not caring if his child needed him or not. Instead, he merely walked to the lobby.
He would come back at six-pm to pick up his son. He had twelve hours to kill in the meantime. Maybe he can go home and start getting busy with Inko.
Walking to the front door, he dodged a bullet that burned a hole through the handle. Looking over the receptionist, she held a basic 1911 with no attachments. Hisashi turned around and walked towards the counter. The receptionist fired off one round.
Immediately, black fire appeared out of thin air and melted the bullet before any of it hit Hisashi.
The receptionist looked confused but got her glare back on and fired another bullet, aiming for the body.
Hisashi felt the bullet bounced off with no sign of injury.
The lady was frustrated but more so scared. She fired another one, only for the man to catch it with a pinch. Holding the bullet between his thumb and index, Hisashi, changed the position of the bullet to be flicked back at the lady with enough energy to do some serious damage. The receptionist, saw her hand get blown to bits. She screamed and held her now destroyed hand, dropping the gun.
Looking up, she saw a look that can kill an entire army of high-level players.
"It was a mistake to attack me. But since you have given me the service, I will hear out your plea." Hisashi said before grabbing the gun and aiming at her.
"Doubt I could miss at this range, wouldn't you agree? So then, talk."
"Your his father...how could you?!" She cried, still holding her blasted hand.
"Simple it's cause I am his father that can decide what I should do with him. Question, are you a parent? If not, why would even care about the boy, you are a player just as I am."
"I...I..."
"Let's face it, you're just feeling guilty for providing a customer his service, that you thought wasn't going to land on his boy." Hisashi frowned as he puts the barrel of the pistol in the woman's mouth.
"But I honestly could care less how you feel." His frown turned into a look of amusement.
"Please...don't..."
To her surprise, the man drew away from the gun and toss it down at the woman's feet. "Then next time, control your emotions. Because I assure you that there will be no second chance." Hisashi turned around and walked out of the building, proceeding to go home for a few hours or so...
Red Light District of Mustafa, current occupants(2,000,000) time(6:00 PM), in the Golden Star Brothel.
"Goddamn, so many people!" Hisashi cursed as the streets were packed with many players like himself indulging in their own fantasies. He made it inside and soon wiped the sweat off his forehead. Looking in the lobby, there were many more people around talking, smoking, drinking, and even the usual fucking.
As the man walked towards the receptionist counter, he saw a different woman but once she recognized him, she began.
"Mr. Midoriya? Your...son is out now. He should be here in a couple of moments."
"Why thank you."
The lady stood up and bowed to the man. "Please excuse my coworker's behavior this morning, she is a new staff member and is just starting this week."
"It's nothing, just make sure it doesn't happen again, someone else will not be lenient like I was."
"Will do sir." The receptionist sat down again as the man waited patiently by the counter. In a few more seconds, Izuku had shown up.
Dressed in the bathrobe that the elite rooms offer, the child had cleaned up a bit but still had the occasional black bruise and deep bite marks on his body. The child lost its innocence from the dull expression he displayed.
The child walked forward to his father, who was carrying a plastic bag. Hisashi offered it to him. "These are your clothes, I take it your morning outfit was torn apart right."
Izuku only nodded.
"Go to the restroom and change. We are going home."
Another few minutes past and Izuku came out of the men's restroom with a black sweater and pants to match the black boots.
Father and son walked through the red light district with silence between them. Izuku kept his eyes forward and matching the pace of his neglecting father. Hisashi kept switching between Izuku and the direction home. With a proud smirk, he started some small talk.
"Did the girls treat you well?"
Izuku was quiet a moment before lying. "Yes."
Hisashi only beamed more in pride. "So would you like to go there again?"
Izuku's body started sweating. He wanted to get on his father's good side. "Yes..."
The man lowered his hand and patted at the curly-locks. "Atta boy. But next time you are going to need protection. You know, to not have any kids."
"I can be a dad...?" Izuku asks almost kinda happy? He wasn't too sure but it was definitely a different emotion he hadn't since this morning.
"Yea, look at your skills. In this case, focus on the experience you had in the brothel and read aloud what you see." Hisashi instructed.
Izuku did as told, focusing on the activity he just has partaken in.
Skill: Mating (Level 1)
Abilities: Premature Fertility(Unisex): Due to experiencing intercourse before the age of maturity, the player is capable of producing children with the opposite gender without the need to wait until the required age.
Intimacy(Level 1)
Abilities: Bachelor(male), (level 1): Sensual experiences with the opposite sex is more likely to happen with a boost of self-confidence.
"Good, those skills will help you later on as you grow older. While I don't care if you get some girl pregnant, your on your own if the girl is a player Izuku."
"Yes, sir." Izuku obediently replied.
"Use that intimacy skill on that girl your mother told me about. Katsumi right? Get into the habit of practicing certain skills, they will come in handy in the future."
"Yes, sir." Izuku said with disgust in his voice but was quickly overshadowed by fear once the order settled in.
Midoriya Residency, current occupants: 3
"Inko we're back!" Izuku heard his father announces.
"Welcome back! Did you boys have fun?" Inko made her appearance, which Izuku gave concern look. While still clothed, the child could clearly see the disheveled state his mother was in. From messy hair to profuse sweating then the empty look in her eyes. Izuku glance back between his mother and father, he knew something happened to both of them. But he couldn't figure out what...until the smell hit him.
"Izuku?!" Inko snapped out of her trance when her son dashed past her and into the bathroom, locking it. Izuku put his head in the toilet and vomited at the horrors he was imagining. What that woman had done to him. What his father could have done to his mother. It sickens him.
After a few more painful gags. Izuku wipes his mouth with the toilet paper before sitting against the wall. He cried for the second time today.
For a few more moments, Izuku left the bathroom only to find him alone in the den, with the sound of thuds coming from his mother's bedroom.
Izuku felt his blood boil. That man! He was going to kill him!
Mission Acquired: Stop the session
Objectives: •Grab a weapon(In-Process)
Izuku didn't hesitate into the kitchen and climb the countertops, his mother had a knife, where he took the biggest blade in the set.
•Grab a weapon(Completed)
•Go into the bedroom(In-Process)
The child wielded the knife with both hands, the sounds of his mother moaning only further made him more furious. The door was slightly open but Izuku pushed silently and entered.
•Go I to the bedroom(Completed)
[Save your mother] or [Kill your Father]
Izuku felt torn again. His mind being pulled into two separate paths, one driven by anger, frustration, and confusion. Another is concern, desperation, and fear. To a four-year-old, the option was easy, the choice the let him be driven by the most emotional power.
[Kill your Father] was chosen, minus Karma for attempted Patricide.
Izuku drives through a knife through his own father's left eye. Bloodshot out and dropped on Inko's naked body. Her pleasure-filled expression rapidly turns into one of fear. The blood-curdling scream filled the room with Izuku trying to penetrate deeper through the man's eye socket.
"You truly are my son." A pride-filled tone made Izuku growled like no child should. The child was helpless as his father held his hands while still plowing the mother.
"But don't get to riled up. Your playthrough has just begun boy." The smirk turned into a fierce growl. Izuku felt his body flung away and rag-dolling into the hallway.
Health[2/13]
Status: Crippled, internal bleeding, and heavy organ damage.
Izuku felt broken. He couldn't move, the pain was overwhelming and there was nothing he could do about it. His vision almost dark red completely took over, the only thing he was unfortunately witnessing was his mother's pleas for help and for the safety of her son. Izuku looked with blood-shot eyes as his mother looked back with fear and grief while being ruthlessly raped from behind.
Weak, that what he was. Helpless to save himself and his mother, from such a man...no...a monster.
For what seemed like an eternity, Izuku finally saw his father, satisfied, now coming towards him. Picking up the boy before throwing him on the couch. Izuku gurgled in pain. His father had a syringe, just like the ladies had with them in that dark room. He poke the needle into his neck before Izuku was healing again.
Health[13/13]
It felt weird, hearing your bones pop and crack into place and shifting around in his body. But in the end, he was back to a hundred percent. At least physically...
"Don't glare at me you sonofabitch, you brought this on yourself." Hisashi plopped down on the sofa next to him. Still looking at his son.
"Your...not my dad."
"Of course not, I am your father." Hisashi clarifies.
"If you think I was gonna be patient with this father-son bonding, you got another thing coming. The only reason why I haven't killed you and your mother is because you have some value as a player. So I suggest that you clean that shitty look on your face before I make you watch your mother in pain again." Hisashi threatens, getting the job done with Izuku looking at him with fear and anger.
"Now, let's be clear, your my son, which makes you my property and responsibility. I am going to help prepare for the worst that's to come in the future, and if you obey me, I will leave you, your mother, and my wealth with you. However, disobey me, you will experience hell like no other and your bitch of a mother is joining you."
"Are we clear?"
Izuku said nothing. His father being impatient, grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up.
"I won't repeat myself."
"Y-Yes...sir." Izuku complies before being dropped down to the floor.
"Good, now get the hell out of my sight." Izuku scrambled towards his mother without hesitation.
Upon looking at her, Izuku felt tears coming down on his face. He let her down, and himself down. Going over to his mother, she looked beat, bruises all over her body, she bled a lot from her lower region which did concern Izuku. Walking over, the child out his tiny hands on his mother's battered face. A black-eye, broken nose, and bruised cheeks. Izuku wept before going on top of the bed and laid his mother's head to rest on his lap.
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry." Izuku cried silently with the hope that his mother can forgive him...
Next day, Nearby Park, Current Occupants: 15, Time: 11:00 AM
With the bustling crowd of kids playing and having fun, Izuku stayed there beneath the tree. His only shade from the sun. Young as he was, he looked a couple of years older(figuratively) by the way he watched the kids around his age messed around. Innocence, he sure misses it.
"Hey Deku." A voice called for him. Izuku turned over to see Katsumi "Kaachan" Bakugo. Her frame was exposed by her sundress. The bright smile that he once could return, was there.
"C'mon! Let's play some more." Izuku smiled softly at his friend's eagerness. Looking at her, Izuku nodded and got up from his spot and played with the soccer ball, just kicking back and forth from each other.
Katsumi, an only child to the Bakugos, was confused. Her dear friend didn't show up to play yesterday and it bummed her out since the other kids couldn't keep up with her. Well, Izuku couldn't anyway but he still played with her no matter how faster and quicker she was than him.
Now, my how the tables have turned, she never felt so challenged. All of the other boys weren't as fast her until now, Izuku had quicker reflexes than a couple of days ago. His kicks were stronger too. Almost as if he was starting to get better than her.
Izuku on his mind didn't felt drain. His stamina was still unchanged, refusing to decline. Everything seemed easier for him. Those ladies, they sure gave him a hard lecture on the ins and outs of the female body. Probably that's why Izuku wasn't so much focused on the playtime but more Katsumi herself.
The way her hair was bright, almost as bright as the sun above. Those alluring red eyes. Her sweat shining by the sunlight and that dress-Woah! Izuku shook his head, no no no...
He is not that man's son.
He is not that man's son!
HE IS NOT THAT MAN'S SON!
Izuku felt the soccer ball hit his leg, snapping him out of his denial.
"Deku what's the matter?" Katsumi walked towards him. Izuku felt the gaze many other kids now looking at him. But more specifically his hands.
Katsumi looked with worry as Izuku brought his hands now bleeding from clenching them so hard. The boy sighed before walking back to the tree and sitting down. He couldn't enjoy himself, his stress was high. That man...
Izuku wanted nothing more than to sleep. He didn't get any last night due to not wanting to wake up his mother. As much as Izuku wanted to call for help, something in his gut told him it was useless to try.
"Deku?" Katsumi said crouching down. Izuku got an unwanted look of her underwear which made him cringe all more harder. He wasn't like that man. He couldn't be like him.
"Sorry, Kaachan. I am just sad." Izuku admitted to his best friend.
"Sad about what?"
"This whole mess I am in."
"What mess?"
"Just it's between me and my da-father." Izuku corrected himself.
Katsumi took her seat next to Izuku. "Do you not like him? I heard he was gone from your mother."
"Well, he is back." Izuku clenched his fist, drawing more blood from the wound.
"And I don't like it, not at all." Izuku turned to look at her. Judging by the look on her face, he could tell he wasn't offering a smile.
"Should we ask my parents?"
"They won't help."
"Why? They love you too." Katsumi said, hurting some of her pride.
"Yes, but they love their precious princess first and foremost." Izuku retorted, he was tired he wanted to lay down. He wanted to rest, to have comfort. He was a kid, growing up to fast.
Katsumi blushed at his statement.
"Hey, Kaachan?"
"Yea Deku?"
"Can I ask a favor?"
"Sure what is it?"
Without saying anything, Izuku wrapped his arms around his friend. Shaking in fear and sadness. "Can...you...hug...me?"
"Uh...sure." Katsumi was surprised but returned the gesture but more comforting compared to Izuku's.
For a while, they were silent. Katsumi didn't know what to say but she continued to hug Izuku. Izuku was crying, but not loudly. He was breaking on the inside. He felt wrong...asking his best friend such a favor. Maybe he knew that deep down that he was gonna be like his father, to hurt and manipulate those who would love him. Izuku wasn't sure anymore. Soon, Katsumi would be his first victim. So because of that realization, Izuku said his thoughts.
"Katsumi...I don't think we should be friends anymore."
"Deku what are you saying?" Katsumi stunned by his suggestion, at least she hoped it wasn't a suggestion.
"I am just gonna hurt you if we stay together."
"Whatcha mean? We're pals, nothing you could do can hurt me! I am going to be the number one hero! And you will be number two!"
"Heh...that would be awesome, but even now. I want to bad things to you." Izuku said breaking the hug but both of them still held each other.
"What bad things? Is your quirk that villainous?"
Izuku shook his head. "My thing is not even a quirk, it's just a curse."
Katsumi looked confused for a second before Izuku continued. "It's something I got from my dad, he has it, I have it, and many other people have this curse."
Izuku finished his ramblings about how dangerous he was.
"But you're not doing bad things though..."
"I can hurt you Katsumi."
"How?" Katsumi question dangerously. Izuku felt his frustration build.
"How? Tell me!" She pushed more.
"Fine!" Izuku relented, he grasp Katsumi by her cheeks and landed his lips upon hers.
"Mhm!" Katsumi was wide-eyed before she closed her eyes. The sensation was new to her, it was warm, kind, sensual. She wraps her arms tighter around Izuku.
Luckily, Izuku was skilled at this point due to his rough experience with a hundred different women in one session. But that didn't make the guilt any less deep. He just dug his relationship with Katsumi down the grave.
Izuku put more into the kiss, he even bit her lower lip. Which that alone sparked a moan from his best friend. The two enjoyed the moment a bit longer before Izuku parted from her. Katsumi blushes lovingly, something the boy would treasure for the rest of his youth. Sitting back against the tree, Izuku sighed in guilt.
"...how does "that" hurt me?" Katsumi asks, scooting closer to Izuku.
"It's hard to explain..."
"Do you like me?" Katsumi asks, looking at the boy.
"Yes, yes I do." 'Your my joy Katsumi' Izuku thought.
"Will you stay with me forever and ever?" Asking like this some fairytale love story.
"I..."
"Please...I like you too. You are my best friend."
"...sure, I will stay with you forever and ever for as long as I live."
The smile on Katsumi's face was genuine happiness, not pride or aggression, but joy. Katsumi shyly gave a quick kiss on Izuku's lips before taking his hand. Both kids went to play some more in the park. While Katsumi was happy with herself, Izuku was otherwise. He felt like he made a bad decision, but was still willing to try to be there for Katsumi in the end.
Katsumi Bakugo: Level 1
Health[8/8]
Stamina[9/9]
Updated! Relationship: Girlfriend/Best Friend
Ending Route A: Potentially Unlock
Promise Made: Courtship and Companionship.
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