Before you read: this story will take place in modern AU. Characters may not be portrayed as they are in canon. Be advised that this story features a character that is a futanari, so there will be scenes involving futa on male and male on futa. If this story isn't your cup of tea, then please refrain from reading further.
A/N: The role of Yui's mother will be portrayed by Nana Shimura. The explanation will be revealed in a later chapter. Enjoy!
She told him to wait up for her. She mentioned under her hasten breath that he was walking too fast. She stood at least five foot six inches, which made her the third tallest girl in her class. A person might think of a girl with a small frame stature, but an atypical height could catch up with the boy. That was what the boy thought. But he could never say that. He was too mindful, too sensitive to say his true feelings. Under her jurisdiction, he was nicknamed the "yes man." The boy, Izuku Midoriya, never could deny any of his friend's requests. Since her arrival in Musutafu, he has taken part in any of her requests. Honestly, they were more like demands. Nevertheless, he took part in anything for his friend. She didn't have any real friends to speak of. She couldn't even get along with his best friend, Itsuka Kendou. The redhead, herself, was an easy-going person, but she even couldn't handle the duress of this maiden. So, it was up to the teenager to balance his days between Itsuka and the girl who was named Yui Kodai.
Yui was an intricate person. Very eccentric and neurotic to say the least. The only child of Japanese Brazilian immigrants, she crossed the waters to Japan to seek a better life. She never really talked much about her family. She told him that her father worked for the automotive industry, thus the reason for her being here. Her mother was a housewife, occasionally working part-time at the supermarket to fill up time and space. Aside from that, Yui was ordinary. Or at least in front of her parents and other adults.
"Hey," she shouted. "I told you to wait for me, genius." She grabbed Izuku by his hip and picked him up. He was still surprised by her strength. Yui told him once in a stronghold that she wanted to be a wrestler, so she didn't mind giving him examples of practice. Sometimes, he begrudgingly was a spotter for her practice.
"Yui," responded Izuku with anguish in his voice. "Stop, please. People are watching. This is embarrassing." His cries were normally unheard. His responses of pleads only ignited her flame to make it worse, or in her case, having childish fun.
"Not until you say the magic words," she told him while holding on to his hips. The more she squeezed, the tighter the hold. At any point, Yui knew that he was going to give in. however, she didn't mind if he didn't. The more he begged, the more fun it was for her.
"You are my eternal queen of the night," he said in between strains.
"What else," she asked while smiling, tightening her digits around his chest, squeezing his nipples. She felt them pointing at his shirt. She could feel his flustering.
"I am just a subpar servant whose privilege is to serve under your ruling," he said with the intention of getting out of this. She held onto him for an additional moment before making up her mind to release.
"Ok, if you say so," she said nonchalantly. She dropped him to the ground. She rubbed her hand as she looked over him. "Be grateful you caught me in a good mood, Izuku." She smiled. "You should be honored to have a queen who wants to spend time with such a simpleton."
He never responded. He knew if he added anything else, it was going to be another wrestling move.
It was a Friday. A three day weekend was expectant. While Izuku was dusting off himself, Yui sat at the bench in front of the diner. Valkyrie's was the place the pair usually got together on the weekends when it was her day. He felt like a child in joint custody between Itsuka and Yui. He could never forget the day when the pair was sitting in his house. Both stared into each other's eyes at the kitchen table as they debated on what days they were going to get the emerald-haired teen. After two hours of negotiations, arguments, insults, two two-liters bottles of soda, and take-out from a Nigerian restaurant, the pair agreed to have every other weekend with Izuku. They confirmed their agreement by toasting with chopsticks. In the midst of this, Izuku did not get one say in the matter.
This weekend belonged to Yui.
"Deku," she cried. "Aren't you listening to me?" He turned to his friend. She did not like it when she didn't get attention. It made him wonder whether it was a lack of affection from parents or the product of being an only child. Itsuka wasn't like that. Then yet again, results varied on a child to child case, he concluded. Better yet, that was what his classmate, Tenya Iida, told him after going to him for advice. Of course, he had to give him $20 and a coupon to their favorite bookstore, but that was the product of being a bit of a pushover.
A flaw he hated but wanted to fix. But not today.
"Yeah, sorry," he said to Yui. "So, what were we talking about?"
"My mother wants to meet you," she said as she held the door to let him inside of the restaurant. The diner sat at the corner adjacent from the park and town hall. A convenient location because it was a few blocks from the school. It was also a few blocks from their house. She and Izuku lived in the same subdivision, just a few streets over.
He offered her a seat at the booth. He sat across from her. The usual waitress came to the pair. She didn't have to write a thing because the duo got the same thing, a hot chocolate and a plate of apple pie. He didn't really eat it but didn't mind helping Yui with it. The pair thanked their waitress as she darted away from them.
'Your mother wants to see me," he sounded surprised from the judging of his voice. "Any particular reason, may I ask?"
She blushed. "She wants to know who my friends are." She looked away. "It isn't like I wanted to talk about you. But, parents ask. So, I told her about you. Now, she wants to see you."
Izuku has met her mother on a handful of occasions. Like the first day when she enrolled in school, at school functions, or he waited after school with her to get picked up. She was a very modest mother. At forty years old, she could pass for being in her late twenties. She had the appearance of a natural mature woman. Her aura spoke many words. She barely spoke, always showed her affections of her daughter through hand gestures and smiles. She greeted him the same way. She touched his shoulder, giving him confirmation. "Thank you for being a friend to my daughter," she would always say. In response, he replied with thanks.
"Wow, okay," answered Izuku. He fidgeted at his fork, trying his hardest not to make the conversation awkward as it already was. "Is there anything I need to do before seeing her. I know under your grace, is there any rules to be followed…" He stopped when he felt her shoes hitting his leg. Her face was flushed, puffed by the cheeks from the insult he gave her. It wasn't often he did that to her, but if an opportunity arose, he took it. Even if it meant suffering the consequences.
"Shut up," she said. She looked at the window. "No, my subpar servant, there aren't any rules. Just come as you are." She paused. "Satisfied?"
The waitress returned with their order. She slowly placed the pie in the middle. She gave them their hot chocolate before disappearing into the kitchen. Yui took the first piece, as always. Izuku watched her take her slow bites. She loved desserts. She often mentioned to him that she missed the delicacies of desserts that were available in her native Rio de Janeiro. Good in presentation, but odd in taste. Izuku thought to himself that it suited Yui's personality.
"Want some," she questioned while having the third bite. "You are paying for it, so you might as well dig in."
"No, thanks," replied Izuku as he took a sip of his hot chocolate. "When does she want to meet me?"
Yui put her finger to her lip. "Now that you mentioned it. Well, since it is my weekend to have you, she kind of wanted to see you today."
"Well, that is short notice," explained Izuku. He was frustrated but wasn't going to let Yui know that. People who were familiar with him knew that he did not like things at the last minute. At least 24 hours in advance. Or at least 12 hours, so he had time to mentally prepare. But not Yui. She was whimsical as the day the word was accepted into the modern lexicon.
"I am sorry," she said while waving her fork. He knew she didn't mean it, but that was the product of having a friend like that. She took a piece of her pie and put it in Izuku's direction. "Take a piece. It is good."
It wasn't an option for him. Under her vocabulary, his response was going to be "yes" or "sure." He opened his mouth as she placed the pie into his mouth.
It was delicious, he thought as he savored the pie.
He was grateful that his father gave him some extra money with his allowance. He paid for their food at the register. He gave the waitress her usual tip. Both stepped out of the diner and stood in front of the parking lot.
"Thank you as always," she said while rubbing her stomach. "My stomach is satisfied."
"More like your wallet is satisfied with not spending anything, Queen," he said under his breath.
She turned to him, giving him the Cheshire Cat smile. "What was that?" She peered close to him, with her fist wrapped near his shoulder.
"Nothing," he replied nervously.
She smiled. "Sweet!" She hit him on the shoulder anyway.
Ouch!
As the pair walked toward their neighborhood, she explained in detail about her mother. He knew about her being a housewife and working part-time at the supermarket. She added that the move to Musutafu was her choice because of her extended family members living in the nearby prefecture. A wholesome mother, a woman who believed in family. She also took care of herself when it came to her beauty. She told him that her mother used to be a model back in her teenage years. However, her grandparents did not approve of her mother's work, so they ended her career by giving her an arranged marriage.
"So, that was how my mom and dad met," she said while putting her headphones in one ear so she can listen to music and have a conversation with Izuku.
"Sort of a story," he concluded. "Sucks that you can't follow your dreams."
"I wouldn't think like that," she replied. "If it wasn't for that, I would've never been born."
"A blessing," he said, but Yui knew how strained it was from his voice. She hit him in the shoulder again. "Ouch!"
"I am starting to think that you are getting a fetish for this kind of pain," she said.
"Fetish is what fetish does," concluded Izuku.
She stuck her tongue out. "Whatever, slave," she said. "Just change that attitude of yours when we come to see Mom."
Out of curiosity, he felt enticed to ask. "Is your father going to be there?"
She stopped. She paused for a moment. "He is on vacation." She put the other headphone in her ear. She gripped her hands around Izuku's arm, telling him to keep walking. He said nothing else. Both were in silence until they made it to their destination, her house.
Their subdivision was a typical middle-class suburb. Nicknamed the Casablanca of the subdivision because it sat on the dividing line of Musutafu and a few streets shy of the urban housing projects. A neighborhood that didn't cause trouble, but trouble was only a few blocks away. Even on calm and still nights, a gunshot rang into the air. On those days, Yui talked about it. Guns were not a big deal for they were present in Brazil, so for her, it was exciting that she was close to the action.
Their house was similar; two-stories with a front porch, a tree in the front yard, a single-lane driveway, and at least one pet in the household. What made Yui's home unique was her small pond that contained koi fishes. A gift from her grandparents that lived in Fukuoka, but former natives of Brazil. On days when he was with Itsuka, he saw Yui sitting on the ground next to the pond, tending to the fish. She would talk to them, about anything and everything.
It made his stomach churned and a shiver to his spine. Because her personality made her unapproachable to people, but for some reason, he made it in the fray. That was because he knew what it was like to not have much company. He had his best friend and his family. His former girlfriend Ochako as well. But, there was still a piece he was still trying to find. And looking at Yui, she was looking for that piece as well.
Maybe that was why he put up with Yui. Maybe she offered something that Izuku could fill or vice versa. He has yet to find. Maybe that was why he was still with her.
Yui ran to the front porch. She quickly pulled out her key. She turned to Izuku. "Be sure to take off your shoes before stepping inside of the house." Her tone was informative, letting him know the rules of being in her household. "I have spare slippers if you need it."
He didn't have the heart to tell her the obvious. He just nodded.
He shook his head as he came inside of the home. This was his first time entering the residence. He passed through there on his way home, but never gave any thought to come and visit. He was surprised that Yui never insisted on his visiting. Maybe she didn't feel comfortable about me visiting her. Maybe she wasn't ready to have that kind of friendship with me. Regardless of the reason, he was here and now he was going to have a formal introduction to her mother.
"Mãe, eu estou em casa. (Mom, I am home)," called Yui aloud to her mother in Portuguese. The house was stiff. Very quiet. The conditions felt that this home wasn't used frequently. Like it was there, but to be used on display when someone was available. He shook his head to relieve those thoughts.
"Eu estou saindo. Eu estou no estudo. Saia em um segundo (I'm coming out. I am in the study. Be out in a second)," replied her mother in Portuguese.
Yui tapped him on the shoulder. "Follow me to the kitchen. We can wait for her there."
He followed Yui to the kitchen. As he walked to his destination, he saw pictures of her family. Saw images of her parents and a few images of Yui. Many of the pictures looked more current. He was surprised that he didn't see any baby pictures. At any household, there should be at least one picture of them when they were children.
He came inside the kitchen. He gave himself a seat while Yui sat from across the kitchen. There was a moment of silence, the ticking clock filling in the void of the silence.
"I like how your house is put together," said Izuku. "It isn't like the organized chaos in my house."
"I shouldn't know," she said. "I do look forward to coming there someday."
He rubbed the back of his head. It crossed his mind several times to bring Yui to his house, but he wasn't sure if she could handle the tirade of his parents with their different sets of personalities. He mostly feared how judgemental they might be of Yui because of her dominant personality. Even he was still thinking the same way. Once again, something about Yui made her different.
He was set to find out.
A door opened. Both turned as they saw Yui's mother entering the kitchen. She was wiping her hands with a towel. She looked stunning as ever. She wore an orange evening sundress. Her skin reminded him of a porcelain doll. There was an aura of grace as she made her way into the kitchen. It reminded what Yui had told him when they were on their way to her house.
"Welcome home, Yui-chan," replied her gentle-voiced mother. She returned her smiling face to Izuku. "Glad to see and finally meet you, I-zu-ku."
He shook his head, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Did the air conditioner turn off or something? Why am I starting to feel hot? "The pleasure is all mine as well, Mrs. Kodai."
She covered her mouth, gently hitting her fingertips to her nose. She turned to her daughter. "If you would have told me that you were bringing home a celebrity, I would have spruced up better." She patted her thighs. "And please, call me Auntie, dear!"
He raised his eyebrow. "Thanks, Auntie."
Yui sighed loudly. "C'mon, Mom! It is just Deku. He should be grateful to be in my presence."
She touched her daughter by her hair. "Now, Yui-chan. Be nice to our guest." She turned to him. "I am happy to finally meet the lovely Izuku that Yui always talks about. She really likes you, Izuku." She winked, which made him and Yui blushed. "The poor child begged and begged for me to let you come and visit…."
"Enough, Mom," said Yui. She was becoming beet red. She stood up and was leaving the kitchen. She stopped in front of Izuku. "I am going to go upstairs and change. So, bring us some snacks later, okay."
He gave her a small nod of affirmation. Yui ran upstairs, leaving him along with her mother.
She tilted her head, continuing to smile at Izuku. "That Yui. She has always been fickle. Especially when bringing boys here." She walked toward the kitchen sink. "I will get the snacks ready for you guys. I also make you guys tea. Until then, would you care to keep an old lady company in here?"
Izuku felt weird being alone in a room with a stranger, let alone, a beautiful stranger. However, he didn't want to be a rude guest.
"Of course, Mrs. Kod...Auntie," replied Izuku.