Hey, guys! GOTA, here, with another digging in the crates story. It was during the time in which we were experimenting with powers in our stories. I wrote this back in early 2020. In this installment, Izuku is babysitting Eri while her surrogate parents are busy. Izuku happens to see Eri write poetry and is curious to know what she is writing. What will he see? This is an OOC Izuku x OOC Eri story. Enjoy!

It was supposed to be an easy job - watch Eri for a few hours while Aizawa takes care of some business with Emi. Initially, he didn't think anything of it. Stay in the furthest part of the apartment until he saw Emi's Honda Accord leave the parking garage. But for a few dollars and free pizza coupons to Yanagi's Games and Grub, he wasn't going to turn that down.

Mindlessly watching Invader Zim, he lied on the couch as Eri was writing in her notebook. Eri was humming an unknown tune as she happily wrote in the pad. From time to time, she would pull her crayons or colored pencils. He thought it was nothing more than a school project as it was the middle of summer. He should be working on his but he knew it wouldn't get finished until the late night hour.

With him babysitting Aizawa-sensei's surrogate daughter, he should get partial credit and can breeze through the semester with a C-plus average.

Chuckling as Dib was slapping Zim with the greasy bologna, he heard a chuckle coming from his little sister. Becoming curious, he put the show on pause to look over Eri.

"Hey, Eri. Whatcha doing?"

The doe-eyed child turned and showcased her loving smile that can melt anything around her. "Nothing, onii-chan! Just writing poetry."

"Poetry?" The emerald-haired teen was scratching his head. He didn't think six-year-olds would be writing poetry at her age. He decided to press forward. "Poetry?! Would you mind telling me what kind?"

She began blushing. An automatic clue to determine that it was something that was embarrassing. A poetry about her parents? Her favorite thing in the whole wide world, which was apples. Or, could be it poetry about love.

"It is a bit of a secret."

Izuku clicked his tongue. Yeah, right! What does a six-year-old know about love? He began humoring her. "A secret." He fake pouted, clutching his chest. "Even from little old me?"

The silvery-haired child shook her head in disagreement. "Sorry, Senpai! It's a bit of a secret." She covered her notebook with her arms. "No! Nuh-huh! Nope! Sorry, Senpai, but no is no."

It had to be poetry on love. He thought it had to be the most precious thing he had even seen. He didn't think she would already have a crush. Yet again, she has been around the boys at school to develop something. Also, with her close relationship with Kota Izumi and her fondness of Big Three member, Mirio, he knew that he was somewhere around the ballpark.

He scooted forward on the couch, pressing forward to Eri. "You don't trust me?"

She shook her head in disagreement. "I trust you, Senpai." She began blushing deeply. "There are just some things that others can not see."

This is so cute. If only I had my video camera. I could show this to Aizawa-sensei and Ms. Joke after they finish playing Goat and the Stable. Izuku wasn't stupid. Aizawa-sensei was too cheap to get a hotel room and Ms. Joke didn't trust anyone with Eri. What the couple did was their business. Nevertheless, at least he was getting a few dollars and free games from Reiko's cousin.

He pressed firmly. "Would you show me your poetry for an apple?"

"No!"

"Two apples?!"

"Nuh-huh!"

"What about four apples and some apple juice?"

She immediately became starry-eyed. Like Scooby-Doo and his Snax, no way on Earth would Eri turn down free apples.

Especially a red juicy Honeycrisp apple.

She shook her head frantically, shielding her notebook. "You tempt me, but I must resist." She crossed her arms, nodding in assurance. She pointed her finger to Izuku. "Sorry, Senpai, but no means no. There are just some things that others aren't meant to see."

A challenge, he admitted. However, he was used to challenges. He had survived the many Katsuki Wars since their sandbox days. Just like the days when he was familiar with cat turds in the sandbox, anybody has a price for something.

He reached into his backpack and pulled out a plastic bag.

A plastic bag filled to the brim with apples.

"What would you say for the baker's dozen?" He questioned her melodically. "Oooh!" He swung the apple like a pendulum. To Eri, the swinging of the bag was like being hypnotized. She was falling into the fray of temptation. She gritted her teeth. "Why do you tempt me so, Senpai?"

"Just tempting to see what goes on in the brain of a six-year-old," he answered giddily. "Is it a love letter," he asked while fluttering his eyes.

Eri immediately averted her eyes. Her eyes were drawn to the notebook written in English. She then turned around and saw Izuku swinging her fruitful delights. "Sweet, juicy apples," she said to herself as she began drooling.

"What do you say, kiddo?!" He swung the bag forward. "A bag of apples for a view of your thoughts." He couldn't question why this was entertaining. Yet again, seeing kids doing the darndest things was arousing his curiosity.

And it was something to tell Shouto, Tenya, Ochako, and even Katsuki when he came back to Heights Alliance.

"Deal!" She snatched the apples from his hand and clutched to her chest like it was her true love. "Ooh! Goodie, goodie, goodie!" She took the juicy, shiny red apple and held it into her hand like it was a heart. "I am gonna pretend I am a vampire and sink my teeth into your juicy flesh." Before she could devour her tasty treat, she heard the clicking sound of Izuku's tongue.

He wagged his finger. "Before you go Moka on your Tsukune there, the poem?"

She stared blankly before reaching for the notebook. "Hear you go, Senpai." Izuku took the notebook as she began devouring her fruity victim. As she made sucking noises with her teeth, he went to the page in question.

Love: An Ode To My Dearest Senpai.

Love is the most cherished, precious thing on Earth.

It is like a rose's fragrance. Or a child's birth!

Senpai is an example of that love. He's forever mine!

He isn't like my previous Senpai. He loved to lie.

When they love to lie, they lie forever and ever. That I despise.

They love me, then they leave me. That is the story of my life.

But it won't happen again, you see. As I got a butcher's knife.

Yes, Senpai. The next one that loves me and leaves me so quick.

I am gonna cut off his balls, I am gonna chop off his dick.

I am gonna shoot that motherfucker.

I'ma kill him. I will stab that motherfucker.

Fucking with me, Senpai?! Oh, hell no!

For I will run you over with Daddy's car.

You fucked with the wrong girl. Don't fuck with me!

I will kill that motherfucker! So, don't leave me, Senpai! OR ELSE!

Izuku's hands were rattling. His heart immediately dropped to the pit of his stomach. He slowly turned to Eri.

She was nowhere to be found.

"Eri?" He slowly moved away from the couch. When did the television turn off? He didn't recall doing so? "Eri," he called her out nervously.

Teehee! Teehee! HAHAHAHA!

Giggling noises were being made. It had to be Eri. "Eri?! I hope that this is some joke you're playing with. I hope that poem was written by Ms. Joke." He swallowed the lump in his throat. "If so, then she has a real, twisted sense of humor."

He, then, heard the sound of the bedroom door closed.

Then, something rattling from the kitchen.

"Eri, darling. I am getting a bit freaked out." He was already having enough. Goat and the Stable with Aizawa and Emi shouldn't last entirely too long. He could recall Emi saying that Aizawa was notoriously known for shooting blanks, thus getting his moniker, Eraserhead.

Fearing and feeling that he had exhausted his time at the household, he was going to leave early. He could concoct a story and could give back some of the money for leaving Eri prematurely.

As he stood out, the lights went out.

Teehee! Teehee! HAHAHAHA! Kukukukukuku!

"Eri?"

Eri and Senpai sitting in the tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

He was becoming scared. Having enough, he was rushing for the door. As he proceeded running, he heard a loud noise at the front door.

Security mode activated!

He was locked in. Curse the Japanese apartments for their one-way-in, one-way-out complexes. Aizawa's apartment didn't have a patio and to make matters worse, he was on the fifth floor. Even if he tried using his quirk to jump from the apartment building, there may or may not be a chance he could walk scot-free.

"Eri? Eri? This is not funny, sweetheart." He clutched his chest. "Eri? Aizawa-sensei? Ms. Joke?!"

Eri and Senpai sitting in the tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

He could hear her, but he couldn't see her. The giggling commenced. He needed a place to hide but where, he thought. Before he could ponder, he heard the sound of something rolling harshly on the floor.

Teehee! Teehee! HAHAHAHA! Kukukukukukukuku!

"Let's have a little fun, Senpai! What do you like to play?"

"Eri," he said nervously. "This isn't funny, young lady. I'm not liking this."

"It doesn't matter what you like. But as a matter of what I like and what we can do together, Senpai."

"Eri! I don't know what's going on."

"You didn't understand, Senpai! Let's have a little fun! What do you like to play?"

"I would like to play Let's Go Home!"

A chuckle was met, followed by the clicking on the tongue. "Oh, sorry, Senpai! That game isn't available. Wanna play Bobbing for Apples?" She giggled maniacally. "See the apple in front of you? Pick it up!"

"Eri, I…" He felt a sudden tuck from the collar of his shirt, forcing him down to the ground.

"Funny thing about me, Senpai," she said. "I am quite passionate about what I love and what I would do if somebody doesn't feel the same way, Senpai." Her voice didn't sound sweet. It was a stronger tone, a womanly tone. "So, Senpai. Let's try again. See the apple in front of you? This is your last chance as I am being nice. Pick it up! NOW!"

He couldn't move. As if a strong force was keeping him from going any further.

"It is best not to resist," she said alluringly. "You and I both don't need the stress. Chisaki and my time during the Eight Precepts have taught me a lot. Even involving me with people beyond this universe."

Izuku began noticing a glow coming from the apple. A glowing blue dust surrounded the apple.

"Eri, what is going on? This isn't you." He couldn't see her but he was feeling her presence. He recalled when she tried to escape from the Eight Precepts, he refused to turn her over to Chisaki, forcing her to run back to him when she thought Chisaki would kill Izuku. "Who are you?!"

He began to hear footsteps. "I'm still your precious Eri, Senpai. A girl that loves you very, very much."

Izuku looked up and saw a womanly figure in front of him. A glowing blue aura appeared in front of her. She was taller, older, slimmer, and had such sex appeal as she wore a sparkling white dress.

"Eri?"

She giggled as she pursed her lips. "Surprise!" She kneel to the ground as she was inches away from her Senpai. "This is the real me, Senpai." She stroked his hair affectionately. "The me I was trying to hide and conceal from the world. A part of me only lovers know. And trust me, my loving Senpai, not many live to see this form. So, if anything, consider yourself lucky that I find you entertaining, adorable, and oh, so, delicious!" She, then, looked at the apple. "Speaking of delicious."

She took hold of the apple. As she touched it, her eyes began glowing blue.

"Since you didn't listen to my orders the first time, it seems like I would have to force the game on you," she said alluringly.

"But...but...you didn't give me…" She cut him off by putting her finger to his lip. "Shh! Save your voice, Senpai! You're definitely going to need it when we have our fun. Teehee!"

"Eri...what...are...you…"

"Silly, like I've said, we are going to play a game. I just never specify what kind of game." She pressed the apple to his lip. "Be a good boy and open wide for your kouhai." She furrowed her eyes. Using her free hand, she gripped his chin to pry open his mouth. With the sheer force of her muscles, Izuku complied. Izuku took bites of the apple. It was met with a sickening grin from his little kouhai. "There you go, Senpai! I don't have any problems cracking your jaw or breaking your teeth to get the job done."

"Good Senpai! Chew, chew, and swallow! Yay! I love it when Senpai is a good boy." She patted his head. "That is why I love you, Senpai! You would do anything for me. That is why I love you oh so much."

This didn't taste like the apple he had given her. It tasted like a tomato or a bland vegetable. He continued to consume until she pulled it away from his lips.

Suddenly, he began feeling a tingling sensation radiating throughout his body.

"Don't fight it, Senpai! Just let it take you away. It is to help you with our game. The very adult game that isn't quite child-appropriate and isn't for everyone," she said as she giggled. "The very opportunity to make you forever mine." She snapped her fingers. "However, it would have only worked as it responded to what it needed...virgin blood!" She clicked her tongue. "Heaven forbid if you weren't a virgin."

"Eri…" He was losing control of his body. He felt his hormones were going into overdrive. The feeling was rising from his loins as he knew he was becoming excited.

She clapped her hands. "There you go, baby! Let this overtake you. Let it make you feel the inhibitions you have been hiding." She began to shed her clothing. "After this ritual is done, you won't ever leave me. I will make sure of that."

"Because we will be forever young. I love you, Senpai!"

BD: I smell Lord of the Rings, Dungeons & Dragons, RWBY, WITCH, Little Witch Academia, Magic, anything involving magic.

GOTA: You know that RWBY was actually based off of Toon Disney's WITCH.

BD: I can definitely see the similarities. Matter of fact, definitely! Yet again, maybe not. Anime/cartoons bite off each other in today's time. That is why I prefer old school cartoons/anime. Today's shows are remakes, woke culture, and just plain lackluster.

GOTA: I gonna watch WITCH!

BD: You do that. I am gonna watch more BlackChicagoBeLike videos! Taking a break from cartoons/anime for awhile.

GOTA: On foe nem grave!

BD: On foe nem grave! More stories to come and yes, we will catch up on our older stories. 'Aizawa For The Weekday, Part II' is being written as we speak. Stay tuned!

To be continued….