Hey, guys! This is GOTA with a new drama series called 'A Lonely Place To Be.' In this series, Ochako and Izuku are two unwilling participants of UA High's newly-formed Sexual Health Rehabilitation Program. The program was created to reduce sexual deviancy by having participants serve as 'toilets' to the student population. Determination, strong-mindedness, and resilience are key in overcoming this ordeal. Will they succeed? Become broken? Or do they even want to leave?

Be advised that the content is not suitable for some readers. This story contains (or will contain) abuse of all spectrums including bullying, rape, sexual abuse, depression, gang rape, yuri, yaoi, and straight sex. If this story isn't your cup of tea, then please refrain from reading it. This is a work of fiction and the authors don't condone and/or encourage the events portrayed in this work. Enjoy!

It was the sound of the lunch bell that broke Ochako's concentration. A taste of caramel-filled melon bread was calling her name as she grabbed her purse to head to the canteen.

"Hey, Uraraka? What's the hurry, ribbit!" Slow-poke vixen Tsuyu caught up with her as Ochako touched the classroom door. "We have an hour, so why the hurry?"

"Nothing takes precedence over fresh bread," replied Ochako happily.

"Jeez! You and your melon bread, ribbit," said Tsuyu with a heavy sigh. "I am beginning to suspect that you are eating for two as much as you stuff your face with that much starch."

Her puffy cheeks grew as it showcased her rosy cheeks. "Excuse me for the love of sweets! If I were a squirrel, I would stuff my cheeks full of melon bread for weeks."

"You would think you would stuff your cheeks with peanuts, if you catch my drift." Ochako heard someone from behind mutter.

"And what's that supposed to mean, Kendou?"

Ochako groaned when hearing the unsavory voice of Itsuka Kendou. She turned around as Kendou delivered her usual peace sign with the eventual cheeky grin.

A smile grew on the redheaded tomboy's face as she accompanied the frog girl and brunette. She was more of Tsuyu's friend than she was of Ochako. Part of the reason Ochako dealt with the redhead was that she could sweet talk any server to give them melon bread at a discounted price, or the occasional five-finger discount.

"I didn't mean anything out of it," said Itsuka. "Yet again, one's palette can be unfamiliar with one's lack of physical activities."

Barely making it into the midday hour and here came the not-so-subtle hints of Itsuka picking on Ochako's lack of conquests with relationships. She could never understand why Itsuka always picked on her because she hasn't dated, kissed, or had any sexual interaction with a boy. It wasn't that she didn't want these things, she felt that sex had to mean something. Even the romance that involved kissing and holding hands.

It was Tsuyu that touched Ochako's shoulder. "Ignore the stiff, ribbit! If we can hurry, we can grab our food and rush over to the pavilion before 1-H claims that spot!"

A bit of relief soothed the brunette's soul as she linked arms with Tsuyu. "C'mon, let's go!"

As the girls proceeded to head to the commons, they were met with the hands of Itsuka touching their shoulders. "Hello," she questioned. "Did you forget about the appointment?"

"What appointment, ribbit," questioned Tsuyu.

"You know. That appointment that was set up with that particular Sensei," answered Itsuka with a serious look on her face.

Ochako showed a confused look. She wasn't aware of any appointments. Aizawa-sensei or Kayama-sensei would have informed her promptly before class or sent an email. And class president Iida would have made an announcement. So, she sent Tsuyu a worried glance. "What is she talking about?"

Tsuyu pursed her lips. "Oh! That appointment! Was it today?"

Itsuka slapped her thighs. "Duh! Did you check your messages?"

"You know Aizawa-sensei doesn't allow cell phones during class."

"Genius? From the messageboard this morning?"

Ochako still had a look of confusion. Tsuyu lowered her head. "Right! I didn't get the chance this morning as my mother had the computer and Satsuki was borrowing my laptop."

"God, Asui," retorted Itsuka frustratingly. "Learn to keep with the times, you Luddite."

"Whatever, ribbit," interjected Tsuyu. She turned to Ochako. "Hey, Ochako. Let's do a raincheck on lunch."

"You're not coming with me?"

Itsuka wrapped her arms tightly around Tsuyu's neck before the frog girl could get a word. "I think Froggy has spoken, Uraraka." She waved her hand. "Now, run along and enjoy the sweets like the kid you are. Tsuyu and I are going to have a woman's talk."

"Tsuyu?"

Tsuyu showed hesitance on her face. The fact that she was allowing Itsuka to mildly belittle her without intervention. Also, the inability to reveal the information that was presented between her and Itsuka.

"I'll catch you later, Uraraka." Ochako watched silently as Tsuyu and Itsuka turned to the opposite direction. Itsuka was whispering something into the frog girl's ear before both burst into laughter. Unsure if it was about her or an inside joke, the brunette didn't like being left out.

She held onto the hems of her skirt like a nervous child on the first day of school. Knowing that time was of the essence, she rushed toward the exit to the commons so she could obtain her sweetly baked good.

As both parties departed to their respective places of venue, Kayama-sensei was leaning against the wall as she was peeling an orange. The blue-haired sensei watched the entire conversation like a director filming a scene of a disheartened friend losing another to an alpha female. As the passersby were obtaining their meals or heading to their next class, the teacher focused her attention on Uraraka.

Kayama-sensei has been observing the proclivities of Uraraka for quite some time during her admittance to UA High - sweet, fragile, optimistic, timid. Qualities that can be intimidating to some or manipulating to others. Discarding the skin into the trash can, she used both hands to individually peel each orange. As she suckled on the orange, she decided to take a walk herself. This was her lunch hour and she had a planning period following lunch, so she had some time to provide a certain Ochako Uraraka some guidance.

A few minutes later….

It was to Ochako's dismay that she was one of the last to receive her favorite melon bread. The ends were hardened and weren't as soft in the middle either. As she chewed, the caramel syrup felt gumy and had a bittersweet taste. Feeling defeated in her conquest, she tossed it in the nearby trash can. Fortunately, the pavilion was available so she could rest her legs for the time being. With nothing but a carton of milk tea, it would have to serve as a substitute until she heads back to the dorms for dinner.

She remembered Ashido and Midoriya planning a potluck between the 1-A students. She licked her lips as she was looking forward to tasting Midoriya's world-famous katsudon.

Inhaling the cool Spring air, she found her spot at the bench inside of the pavilion. Taking off her grey sweatshirt, it would aid her as a pillow as she tried to catch a second wind before heading to Ishiyama-sensei's class.

As she was lying down, she reached for her sunglasses and grabbed her headphones. Three Days Grace was the poison of choice this afternoon as she pondered on her next move.

"Enjoying the scenery, Uraraka?"

The brunette was startled, coughing awkwardly as she wasn't expecting any visitors. Particularly of the teacher kind. Removing her sunglasses and headphones, she sat up as she bowed to her sensei. "Afternoon, Sensei!"

Kayama-sensei gave Ochako a momentarily glare before deciding to bask in the sun. She took subtle breaths. Being confined in a finite space of a classroom for ample periods of time could be nerve-wracking. She straightened out her hair, allowing the wind to flow freely. Ochako has always found Kayama-sensei to be beautiful. She was tall, haughty, and appealing to the senses. The teacher exuded such confidence that she attracted not only males, but females as well. Men loved her, women adored her, women wanted to be her. Uraraka envied her teacher as such qualities she would like to have.

"Quite a beautiful afternoon. Isn't it, Uraraka," asked Kayama-sensei as she reached for a cigarette. It was surprising to Uraraka to see one of her teachers breaking the rules. Was she that comfortable to do such a thing in front of a student?

Pro Hero Midnight 18+ seemed assumed by Ochako's staring. Even attracting the same sex created such a mass appeal to the teacher. She took steady walks, showcasing herself in the sun. She felt as if the sun was focusing on her as if she was center stage, and Ochako was the lone audience in a sold-out show.

Ochako could see the laced edge of her stockings. Chantilly lace as she recalled. Her stylish business suit was always a tight cut, displaying a bit of her large bust. It hugged in all of the right places - her waist, her hips, and her firm ass.

"Uraraka, as much as I enjoy being admired, the term 'eye-rape' does exist." Uraraka immediately blushed, didn't realizing how observant she was with Kayama-sensei's body.

"Forgive me," she said as she bowed apologetically.

The meekness in her voice assumed the sensei. Ochako watched as Kayama-sensei ended her cigarette session prematurely as she walked to the bench to butt out the embers. After flicking the cancer stick away, she took a seat beside Ochako.

"Surprised that you're alone today," said Kayama-sensei.

"Yeah," answered Ochako. "Tsuyu decided to hang out with Kendou today."

Kayama-sensei nodded in compliance. "Kendou. Apex in the hierarchy of social class." She crossed her legs. "Quite familiar with that food chain."

Ochako placed her hands on her lap. Her eyes focused on the rose bushes in front of her.

"I know that it isn't my business, Uraraka," retorted Kayama-sensei, "I know that it isn't easy being the quiet, meek girl such as yourself. I could recall the days of my duress."

Hearing those words caught her completely off guard. She turned her head to Kayama-sensei. "You? Quiet? Meek?"

Sensei's amused blue eyes nodded in compliance. "Definitely, Uraraka." She nodded once more. "I've attended a school just like this in the place. I was the new girl on the block. I started mid-semester. My parents moved a lot. A prefecture here, a country there. Always learning how to start over again. Making new friends, adjusting to new environments. Overall, having to start from the bottle of the food chain."

Ochako nervously jerked her head. "It isn't like I don't want to be the odd girl out. I want to make friends. I want to be more outgoing."

"I believe you."

"I want to be more confident and not be this meek individual. I want people to like me, see me as beautiful. I want to appeal to the masses of everyone within the school."

"Boys? Girls?"

"How do you mean?"

"I mean. Are you into boys or into girls?"

Ochako blushed. "Boys obviously." She lowered her head. "Yet again, I never touched a boy, let alone kiss a boy."

"Is there a certain boy you like?"

Ochako forcibly had to keep her hands from shaking. When did this turn into a confessional booth? Did sensei even have the credentials or the permission to discuss these kinds of things with her students.

It was met with a smirk. "Don't worry. You don't have to explain yourself. I was being a bit of a tease."

Ochako exhaled heavily, feeling the uncomfortable atmosphere she was sharing with her teacher. "Forgive me, Kayama-sensei. Just a bit flustered and nervous."

A glare was sent to Ochako. Ochako's lips were quivering, which produced a smile from the teacher. She decided to sit closer to Ochako. "Never you worry, Uraraka. I can tell that you're a bright individual. A budding young lady in the making."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Kayama-sensei's eyes were gleaming while Ochako was feeling pleasant from the compliment, something she wished she could obtain more often. "Forgive me for sounding inappropriate with this, but you are very beautiful."

The brunette's cheeks became rosier. Kayama-sensei hid her smirk. She could tell that hearing empowering words weren't the norm in Ochako's vocabulary. The blue-haired sensei continued to speak. "You hide your beauty behind those bangs of yours. You have to learn how to present yourself as friendly and charming. It can work."

"..."

A melodious sound was produced as Kayama-sensei laughed at Ochako's shyness. "You know," she said as she cradled her hands to Ochako's cheeks. "Some enhancement around the eyes can help bring out your appearance." The brunette swallowed the lump in her throat as the scent of lilac entranced her nose. "You have such rosy cheeks, by the way. Girls would be envious. But to deliver to the boys, that would stand out."

Ochako was fidgeting. She wasn't used to being touched by a person, let alone a woman. "And your lips!" Ochako exhaled loudly when seeing her sensei rubbing her fingers into her soft lips. Instinctively, Ochako backed away.

"Was it something I said," asked Kayama-sensei coyly.

"Sensei, this is getting kind of weird," she admittedly.

Kayama-sensei gave her a frosty glare, which worried Ochako. However, a few seconds later, she relaxed. "Sorry, Ochako! I didn't mean to overstep your boundaries."

The brunette nodded her head. The sudden change of atmosphere between the girls caused Kayama-sensei to be taken aback. She looked onto her watch. "Lunch is drawing to a close." She stood up, dusting off any particles that came from the bench. "Enjoy the rest of your day." She took her leave as she headed for the exit. She, then, turned around. "Uraraka?"

Ochako's eyes darted at her sensei.

"I think you can find your true image, then people can understand you better."

She scratched underneath her chin. "My true image?"

Kayama-sensei presented a cheeky smile. "Have a great afternoon, Uraraka."

Ochako watched as her teacher walked away from the pavilion. Odd combinations of feelings were dwelled into her. She wasn't used to being treated affectionately by anyone. She had her parents, but they were quite watered when it came to dishing out confidence.

Nevertheless, the undeniably beautiful sensei decided to take out her time to speak to her. The smell of lilac lingered in the wind.

As well as the entrancing aura that surprisingly aroused Ochako's curiosity.

Later that day….

The bell rang for the final time of the day. Students quickly rushed out of the classroom as they were heading to various activities. As always, Ochako was the last to go. Carefully grabbing her books, she knew that it was going to be a night spent with Ectoplasm-sensei's Calculus homework.

The chagrin of performing math equations wouldn't last as the potluck supper with the 1-A classmates was going to be tonight.

Walking to the hallway, her eye caught her only friend, Tsuyu Asui. Before pondering if they wanted to walk home together, it was cut short when seeing Itsuka Kendou in her presence.

However, Itsuka wasn't alone. Class 1-B's Yui Kodai and Neito Monoma were accompanying her. Not liking the scene, she stepped back in the classroom.

Keeping a sharp ear, she decided to listen to their conversation.

"I don't know why you still hang with that loser." It was obviously Kendou that was speaking. "The girl is a lame, goody two-shoes, and obviously the weak tit on the Faunus cat."

"Uraraka isn't that bad, ribbit," said Tsuyu. "A bit slow, but not bad. She can be a great addition to the school."

"To who?" It was Yui that was speaking next. "Uraraka is just Plain Jane. Nothing significant about her."

"She doesn't drink. She doesn't like having fun," interjected Monoma as he was checking his nails. "Always want to go to the bookstore or go to the library. Bitch, please!"

Itsuka snickered. "Agreed, girlfriend." She slapped Neito's shoulder. "Surprised that they allowed late entries to the school anyway."

"I hear she comes from the ghetto," said Yui. "Her parents are poor construction workers."

"Can build structures but not income," retorted Itsuka. Her comment caused the entire group to burst into laughter.

"Who's dick did she suck to get into this school," asked Neito. "I would rather be hit by a car before I hit that roadkill."

"Please," retorted Yui. "As fey as you are, she would be the type to get out of the car and ask if you're straight."

The response left another burst of laughter.

Itsuka wiped the tears in her eyes. "Listen, Froggy! I understand you enjoy helping charity but this clique isn't UNICEF. Unless our school is located in Africa, then I suggest you do something about this Uraraka chick."

"Or, she can join the undesirables," retorted Yui.

"Ok," barked Tsuyu. "Give me a few days, ribbit. Then, I will let her down gently."

"You have three," replied Itsuka as she closed her locker. "C'mon, let's go! I'm feeling fro-yo!"

"Don't we have to go to that lame potluck tonight," asked Yui.

Itsuka clicked her tongue. "Please! That is the last place I would catch myself there. A place of lames, hasbeens, and won't-be's." She reached her pocket and pulled out a black card. "Bakugo got us VIP tickets to go see Blackpink tonight."

Tsuyu's jaw slacked. "Blackpink? In town? Tonight?"

"God forbid what you have to do to get those," said Neito.

Itsuka shrugged her shoulders. "A little private time with that blond bastard." She slapped her ass. "A bit of showcasing these titties here and showing him this luscious ass there." She slapped Yui's shoulder. "And I let him give me a pearl necklace."

"You minx! You're such a slut," said Neito.

"Sluts get cream. Hustlers get cream!" Itsuka grabbed her backpack and turned to Tsuyu. "Like I've said Froggy Girl, three days or become a bottom feeder like Uraraka. Let's go and have some fun."

Ochako backed against the wall as she watched Tsuyu, Itsuka, Yui, and Neito pass the classroom as they were leaving the school. A sob wanted to escape but she didn't want to make any noise. However, tears blinded her vision as the only friend she made since entering the school has become a liability.

A few minutes later….

Ochako clutched her book bag to her chest as a form of a security blanket. She kept her eyes focused on the path back to the dorms. All she wanted to do was go back to the dorm, get into the covers, and go to sleep.

She was trying her best to hold her cries so she wouldn't cause any attention from her peers or other passersby. As she was making the corner to the dorm, she heard the honking of a vehicle.

"Uraraka!"

She turned around and recognized it was Kayama-sensei. "Good afternoon. Well, good evening, Uraraka," she said from the car. It was a black two-door Audi. It was one of her dream cars. Actually, a dream car of her father's.

She bowed humbly. "Good evening, Sensei!"

"I was heading back to my quarters when I saw you and wanted to say hello." Her smile shifted when seeing the crestfallen Ochako. "Hey!" She put the car into park and then stepped out of the car. "Is everything alright."

Ochako couldn't answer. A sob was being produced. Kayama-sensei rushed to Ochako as she dropped to her knees and began to cry.

"Shh! It's okay! What happened! What happened, sweetie," asked Kayama-sensei as she embraced the sullen teen. Words couldn't come out from the teen. The blue-haired teacher felt the rattling of the teen. Nevertheless, she kept her stance in comforting Ochako.

After a few more minutes, she helped Ochako up and took her to the passenger side of the Audi.

"You can come to my place for the time being," informed Kayama-sensei.

Ochako didn't answer. Her eyes were producing tears as it was cascading down her rosy cheeks.

"The girl is a lame, goody two-shoes, and obviously the weak tit on the Faunus cat."

"I hear she comes from the ghetto. Her parents are poor construction workers."

"Uraraka is just Plain Jane. Nothing significant about her."

It was no different than her last school from where she recently left. She held onto her backpack as the vehicle was set into motion. She continued looking at the window as the buildings were moving. She continued sulking until she fell asleep.

To be continued….