Hey, guys. BD is back with another installment of 'A Homestay To Remember.' In this chapter, Neito and Manga proceed with Katsuki's plan for revenge but it is met with unintended consequences. Meanwhile, Blake and Yang have their eye on the prize — finding Katsuki Bakugo. Mishaps, misadventures, and hijinks continue. Enjoy!

Team Emerald Rose! {Ruby x Izuku}

Team White Emerald! {Weiss x Izuku}

Team Greenshade! {Blake x Izuku}

Team Golden Emerald! {Yang x Izuku}

Neito and Manga arrived at the service entrance of the auditorium without incident. Katsuki was right — security was laxed as everyone was too involved for the grand finale. Neito thanked Katsuki's friend for the ride. However, he knew nothing in this world was for free.

"Manga, remind me when this is done to talk to Bakugo about renegotiating our deal." The copycat blond said, reluctantly giving Katsuki's friend the money he had just received earlier. After Katsuki's friend left, they could now resume their plan of action.

"He could at least rate us a dolley." Manga said as he pressed the elevator button with his foot. His hands as well as Neito's were tied at the moment carrying the barrel. The animated bubble was thankful that he had worked out this morning — it was very important not to skip Leg Day.

"Don't be an ingrate!" Neito managed to say as he held onto the much heavier barrel. "We're being paid, aren't we? Plus, think of the possibilities of getting clout."

"Nothing says getting clout by putting a good man down." Manga said, rolling his eyes.

"What's with you?"

"I don't know."

"Well…duh. That's why I asked you."

The elevator doors slid open. The duo entered and carefully dropped the barrel onto the floor. Neito pressed the button to their destination. Manga resumed answering the copycat blond's question. "I didn't think we were really serious." He cracked his knuckles. "Thought we were going to scam Katsuki and then blackmail him."

"Bakugo's different, okay? Can't hustle the hustler."

"What hustle?" Manga retorted. "He is the son of a fashion designer. He's spoiled, privileged, self-entitled, thinks the world owes him a living." He arched his eyebrow. "Kinda like you."

The copycat blond shrugged his shoulders. "I take that as a compliment. Besides, in this day and age, you're either a snake or a rat."

"Still doesn't make it right."

"That's our world, Manga. There are a lot of proud fuck boys like me willing to sink a ship all because he can't be the captain."

The animated bubble showed an exclamation mark. "And you're proud of that?"

"When you don't have much, you take what you got," retorted the blond. "Someone has to play that role, so it might as well be me." He gave his friend a momentary stare. "Why do you even care?"

"Because I never screwed anybody in my life who didn't have it coming to them," said Manga in a somewhat stern voice. "I know I am sounding like a hypocrite but I think we are making a big mistake."

"Why the change of heart? Less than a couple of hours ago, you were cool with the idea."

The elevator doors opened. They both grabbed each end of the barrel and proceeded to walk into the hallway. The door to the balcony was down the hall.

"Any other transaction with a chivato, I could care less," said Manga. "Since being with Katsuki, I have been feeling uneasy. As if, if we do this, then we will face serious consequences."

The copycat blond scoffed. "Dude, you're overthinking this. Nobody is looking for us. We covered our escape routes. The same way we came in, we will come out." He paused momentarily. "Just calm your nerves."

"What if it backfires? What if we get caught?" Manga questioned Neito. "I can't lose my eligibility at UA." He dropped his head. "What if Deku knows it was us?"

"Deku won't bust a grape. He's too busy breaking his own bones," responded Neito, appearing unconcerned. "Besides, even if…so what? I can take him!" "I can't even stand the thought that a cute girl is in front of him and not once he is folding. He's maturing. He's developing…self-esteem! And I don't like that shit."

Manga had his reservations. He had learned from his mother that if he was having an unsettling feeling, then that was discernment. In other words, this could be a warning and if given the opportunity, get out. However, the animated bubble was too prideful. He cared too much about what people thought of him.

"Fine~!" Manga's case was rested. "Let's keep things smooth."

"The only thing smooth here is your vagina, buddy!" Neito responded with a cheeky grin. He paused when he saw the door to the balcony.

He placed the barrel down, giving relief to Manga. The copycat blond opened the door, he was met with the sounds of an animated audience. He whistled to himself, noticing the soundproof doors. He then looked at his watch. "Not too long before the ceremony comes. Let's do this!"

The duo grabbed the barrel once more and proceeded to walk down the narrow pathway. "Oh, to answer your question about Bakugo — he is torn from the same cloth…as us! Besides, there is enough blood on your hands so you have no right to be high and mighty."

"True," responded the animated bubble. "I still have no beef with Deku. He's always been a good lad to me, more or less." The teen sighed. "But being nice doesn't pay the bills."

"Now you're talking."

"..."

"You're gonna learn soon, Manga. In this dog-eat-dog world, you eat or be eaten." Neito nodded to himself self-approvingly as they proceeded to walk forward on the walkway.

A few moments later….

The barrel has been positioned upright. Manga went back and closed the door.

"Shit! Left my backpack in the back of the golf cart." It was to Manga's chagrin as he knew that was the icing on Katsuki's cake. The plan was already going haywire from the start and their paymaster so far has been much displeased.

"You damn putz," said Neito, shaking his head disappointingly. "What's a chicken without feathers?"

"We'll be alright. The paint should do enough damage on its own." The animated bubble heard the pop-fizzing sounds when pouring the solution-filled balloons into the tonic. As a test, he stirred one end of the crowbar into the barrel. When he pulled it back out, there wasn't much to bring show as the instrument was oxidized. "I've seen this on those American cartoons. Never thought this would be in real life."

"If Bakugo scolds us, then I am docking this out of your pay," retorted Neito.

"Here's a penny for your thoughts? You wish!"

"What's that supposed to mean, 'you wish?'"

"A [redacted] would!"

"Whoa!" The copycat blond stared blankly at the animated teen, surprised to hear what had come out of his mouth. "What the hell is the matter with you?"

Manga then covered his mouth. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He put his hand in a praying position. "It was nothing! Didn't mean anything by it."

"Say it to the gaijins that live here." Neito folded his arms. "I might be an asshole but certainly not a bigot."

The teen dropped to his knees. "I got it from a rap song. Please don't tell anybody, dude. I am not that kind of guy." Sweat poured down his face. "It wasn't like I was using the hard letter. Most would see it as a term of endearment." A nervous smile appeared on his face.

The copycat blond clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disagreement. "You might need to scrub that mouth with some of this concoction in that barrel. Not cool, dude."

A teardrop appeared on the side of Manga. "Sorry, bro!"

"Be sorry later…after you take me to that host club. You still got those fake IDs?"

"Yeah!"

"We'll need them. Your treat."

Neito then looked skyward, alleviating the tension in his neck. Bakugo was right — they were high enough to be out of sight. As the curtains to the stage remained closed, there was still time to spare before the show. Feverishly rubbing his hands, he couldn't wait to go to the host club after this. There was this dark-skinned goddess from some place called Kuo Kanna. She had all ass, no legs, they call her Hip-Hop!

"This is it, Izuku. You're ready?"

"S-s-s-sure!"

The blond's antennas were on alert. Reaching over to the rail, his beady eyes spotted their subject at his three o'clock.

The teen smiled approvingly. He wanted to whistle but didn't want to alert any suspicion. "The cheese stands alone." He clicked his tongue, motioning Manga to come to his direction. "Hey, bro. Feast your eyes on this."

Manga looked down and saw their target Izuku. However, the teen wasn't alone. They saw a redhead covered in a wedding weil in a sparkling white gown.

"Dude, check it out. Who's the babe?" Manga asked.

"Not sure. But her frame, though, makes me wanna bowl a strike." The copycat blond purred like an alley cat.

"Think it might be one of those girls from the homestay that Tetsutetsu was talking about?" Manga asked him. He and Neito didn't stay long at the swim party due to being tossed out after making obscene comments to Pony and Setsuna. It turned out that Minoru wasn't the most perverted guy that day at the pool.

Neito snapped his finger. "Yeah…I think so. I can't recall her name." He whistled softly. "Damn! What I would do to bury that bone in her."

An exclamation mark appeared. "Ruby Rose, that's it! He said it would be easier to remember their names by hair color."

"Hmm." The copycat blond nodded to himself. "So…that is that Ruby girl. Do you remember the other girls?"

"One girl had white hair. The other had black hair. And there was a blondie." Manga answered. "Ruby stuck out to me because I really like that name." He chuckled.

The duo resumed staring at the veil-covered beauty. Lecherous thoughts were now invading their hormonally-challenged minds.

"I've heard at uh…like weddings, once the priest announces them husband and wife, we can uh…like make out with the chick," said Manga as he grunted loudly.

"No way, buttmunch!" Neito interjected, trying not to make their presence known to the others. "You've been watching too many Beavis and Butt-head episodes."

"Shut the hell up or else I'll kick your ass," the animated bubble scowled at the copycat blond.

Before a rebuttal could occur, the sound of the announcer made his presence known.

"Let's do this, husband."

The teens turned around as the curtains rose. Manga and Neito watched as Izuku and his bride walked down the aisle. The flickering of flashing lights, accompanied with the sounds of applause, oohs and ahhs, filled the auditorium.

Suddenly, Neito's cell phone rang — the sound of the "Opening" ringtone on his iPhone filled their space.

"2 Cups!" Manga blurted out.

Neito snapped his finger. "Damn, beat me to it." He grabbed the phone out of his pocket. "Who the hell is on my line this time?" He said to himself, thinking he had told people that he shouldn't be disturb at this time. "An unknown number calling — probably Aizawa-sensei, so I ain't gonna decline this time!" What he didn't want to tell the others was that there was another reason why he was spending the summer with his uncles and not with his parents in Madagascar.

There was an incident prior to the conclusion of the spring term at school.

"Hello?" Neito asked the receiver.

"What's taking you guys so long? Choking each other's chicken?"

That voice belonged to their benefactor, Katsuki. Neito took a breath before answering. "Hey, man! Sorry. Got distracted by the aesthetics and the ambience!"

"Distract yourselves by slushing Deku," retorted the irate blond.

Neito stepped over and pointed at the girl next to Deku. "Dude, even her? Should we wait until they split?"

"She's a redhead. She'll blend in."

"Ruby?! No! Leave her out of this. She has nothing to do with him."

The copycat blond could hear Weiss on the other end. She sounded displeased.

"Did you at least think once that there were two walking down the aisle?"

"You didn't tell me that it was Ruby."

"I don't have to tell you anything. Now, hush. The adults are talking!"

"Trouble in paradise?" The copycat blond asked. The comment itself wasn't meant to belittle. However, he could hear that there was buyer's remorse from Katsuki's girlfriend.

"Please shut the hell up," said Katsuki. "Anyway…the walkway is positioned in which you could step further. No one would pay attention to you as they are too distracted by the charade."

Neito could hear the snickering in his voice. He knew that the spiky-haired blond was sporting a shit-eating grin, especially since the moment of reckoning was upon them.

"Don't fuck this up or else you're the one's gonna get fucked," said Katsuki, having a stern voice.

"Got it, man! Chill. We'll be ready shortly. Bye!" Neito hung up the phone, putting it back in his pocket. "Fucking cockwumble!"

"I take it that he isn't in the best of moods." Manga said as he had already opened the top of the barrel.

"Oh, when we were speaking, I thought he was charming!" The copycat blond responded sarcastically. He looked over to find the right position to pour this barrel over. The last thing he needed to do was to miss. He kneeled to the ground so he could provide leverage.

"Say, by any chance that white-haired chick could be…"

…!

"Ow!" Neito fell backward against the gate. He felt that not-so-unfamiliar twitch on his back. "Motherfucker!"

The animated bubble rushed to his aid. "Hey, man. Are you alright?"

"No!" He protested. "It's my damn back." He made a hissing sound. "God damn you, Todoroki!"

Manga didn't want to bring up bad blood during the time Neito and Shouto competed against each other in battle. Unbeknownst to their classmates, the copycat blond wanted a rematch — wanting to settle the score with the icy hot teen. However, there was a mishap and a misstep, thus having his back wretched.

All of which occurred less than 48 hours ago — the start of summer vacation.

The animated bubble helped him up. "I told you to go and see Recovery Girl. She does outcall work."

"No way." Neito responded, grabbing hold to his back. "Loud Mouth is gonna ask why and that will involve Aizawa and Slim Jim." He shook his head in disagreement. "If they catch wind of me violating the treaty, then I'll be holding pails until graduation."

Manga knew that tilting over the barrel would require a set of hands. In actuality, he could do this without struggle but if they get caught, this wouldn't be only his burden.

"Aaugh!" Neito cried. "Take me outside. I will need you to step on my back."

"Would that make it worse?"

"I don't want Bakugo in my ass."

"On your ass, right?" Manga said, correcting Neito's proper use of the preposition.

The copycat blond gave a blank stare to the animated bubble.

He cleared his throat. "Well…no one does!" Time was of the essence and the window was narrowly closing. He reached over and picked up Neito. "Alright, man. Let's go."

Five minutes later….

The outside of the restroom was where the boys could be found. They chose the restroom as options were limited in case of security or curious models.

"Ow! Holy Esdeath!" Neito did say he wanted to be stepped on — not Rey Mysterio style. The copycat blond took strong breaths to not show further dismay. There was a bit of pain but he would be alright.

"At least you're standing." Manga said, nervously laughing.

"Thank God that the host club has a private booth." He furrowed his eyes. "Thanks by the way."

"Yeah! Sure~!" Manga replied with a flat voice.

"Why are you upset?"

"Nothing…I sorta had plans with this money."

"Really?"

"Yeah! But another time to tell perhaps."

"Right! Katsuki is gonna be in both of our asses if we don't get this over with."

Neito stood up and stretched his arms upwards. Time was winding down and without saying a word, he led the way back to the balcony.

"Knowing these fashion shows, they will draw out the proposal," responded Neito.

"If we were in an anime, five episodes would be a span of an hour. Like Naruto or Dragonball Z!"

"Tch! I know, right," said the copycat blond as he held his hand to the door. "Oh, Manga. Which girl are you planning to —!"

…!

BOOM!

…!

Suddenly a loud blast caused the boys to be pushed, then thrown backward against the wall. The sheer force of the blast caught them off-guard and as soon as they hit the wall, they tumbled to the floor.

As the tremor passed, a cloud of dust filled the room. Neito was lying on the ground face down whereas Manga was lying on his back.

Neito regained his footing and reached over to Manga's aid. "Manga! Manga! Are you all right?"

"Even if he is or isn't, you won't be."

…!

Suddenly a large slab of concrete, probably from one of the columns nearby, came flying at the copycat blond from the side, knocking him away several feet. He hit the ground with a loud thump. However, it didn't go without some nearby debris suddenly raining down on top of him.

The copycat blond was then left knocked out on the ground, lying below in the debris.

As the smoke cleared, the animated bubble remained lying on the ground. His ears were ringing from the sudden impact and his eyes were blurry.

"Was that necessary, Yang?"

"Nothing is unnecessary when it comes to protecting my loved ones."

"I knew we were going to rough them up. But not to this extent."

"They wanna fuck with my sister and my…I mean your boy toy. What else would you expect?"

Manga saw two women standing inches away from him. Even in his dazed state, they looked like gorgeous fashion models. As he turned over, it didn't go without notice from the girls.

"Yang, he's getting up." Blake told her

The blonde rushed to Manga, grabbing him by his collar and hanging him with strong restraint. "Woo! Not even using my semblance and still this gal is cracking skulls." Yang responded confidently. "Either these boys are weak or I am just a force to be reckoned with!"

The raven-haired Faunus approached the animated bubble. Since she obviously couldn't slap him, she had to go with the alternative. She punched his chest. "Who in the hell are you and what business do you have with Izuku and Ruby?"

The teen flailed his legs as he was dangling in the air.

"I don't think the boy speaks English." Yang told Blake, showing her agitation.

"He could speak Mistrali for all I care," retorted Blake. "I want answers!"

"Hit him again!"

Blake punched him in the chest again. Manga wailed by the contact. "Stop, Jesus! Have mercy!"

"Who in the hell are you and what business do you have with Izuku and Ruby?" Blake said. She grabbed the teen's collar, pulling it tightly. "As a matter of fact, who's that blond bastard you were speaking with downstairs? Answer me, damn it!"

"Have mercy!" The animated bubble cried again. "This wasn't my idea. I was doing a job, that's all."

Yang then wrapped her arm around his neck. "Listen, you bastard. Tell us what we want to hear and then we won't be that hard like your friend over there."

"Okay, okay!" The animated bubble pleaded. "Please, I'll tell you everything. Just let me go."

"We ain't letting nothing go until you tell us." Blake said, hitting him again. "Who is that blond guy? And what are you trying to do with that barrel?"

Manga felt distorted, as if he was being tied in knots. He had one girl literally have him hanging and then another one barking into his ear. Admittedly, he felt an odd feeling of confusion, fear, and arousal. He prayed to the gods that neither would see his budding erection.

He tried to keep calm, despite the contrast by his breathing and rapid heart rate. With Neito indisposed, his options were quite limited. Plus, for a girl, the neko knew how to pack a punch.

"Okay," he said again, in a calmer tone. "I'll tell you everything that you want to know. However, I won't be able to answer with you hitting me." He then looked at Yang. "And you dangling me."

"Please, Yang. Let me kick his ass. This bastard has the nerve to touch my Izuku!" Blake told the blonde, who shared mutual feelings about the situation. Nevertheless, one of them needed to be the calmer one — surprisingly enough, Blake was really the least pissed off of the two.

"I'll lower you down, but I won't let go." Yang said to Manga.

"That's fine. If you put me down, I'll explain everything," said Manga. "I swear!"

The blonde lowered Manga down, as promised. The Faunus still kept her unforgiving eye on the animated bubble. Suddenly, a thought appeared in her mind. She remembered him — it was on the first night of her homestay when Izuku showed her images of his classmates on his phone.

'There is a classmate whose head is a thought bubble. Ironically, his name is Manga.'

"You're that guy…Manga!"

The animated bubble looked up to the Faunus. "You know who I am?"

"Izuku mentioned me to you. You and him are schoolmates."

Manga nodded, feeling a bit relieved. "Yes…yes, we are." He looked at his indisposed friend that was buried in the rubble. "He is too. Um…Neito Monoma…and I am Manga Fukidashi. We're from class 1-B. Izuku is class 1-A." Unsure it was out of pure instinct or fear, he nervously bowed his head.

Yang grabbed his collar, gripping it tighter. "I didn't ask for a blow by blow of who and where. Who's the blond and what were you two planning to do?"

"I am getting there," said Manga.

"Get to it or else you will be kissing the concrete with your friend over there," interjected Yang.

"Okay!" The last thing he thought he would ever be was a snitch. What could he do? He couldn't risk using his quirk. If he ran, they wouldn't be that far behind. Also, if he left Neito alone, then that warranted trouble. For the sake of his friend and risking further trouble, he had to face the music.

"Who is the pomeranian-looking bastard?" Yang asked Manga.

"His name is Katsuki Bakugo. He and Izuku are in class 1-A together," responded Manga nervously.

That name was vague to the girls. Both stared at each other, as if they were trying to see which one was able to decipher his identity through memory. Manga continued. "Katsuki and Deku are childhood friends. They have known each other since kindergarten. Their mothers are friends, if not sisters.

"Word from the grapevine is that despite their upbringing, there has been a rivalry between the two. You can say that Katsuki always had a leg-up over Deku since they were in the sandbox."

"Deku?" Yang arched her eyebrow.

"It's a nickname he is known as," responded Manga. "It derives from the word, dekiru. There isn't a proper translation in English but basically meaning useless. Or, Defenseless Izuku." He saw the disdained look on their faces. Immediately, he interjected. "However, the name itself is a term of endearment — his superhero name."

"Deku, huh? Let me guess. From his childhood 'friend' Katsuki?" Blake asked. As she balled up her fist, Yang saw and gave her a look — warranting her to calm down.

"Don't worry about it," responded Yang. She then looked back at Manga. "What's with the barrel?"

"Katsuki's orders."

"What's inside the barrel?"

"..."

Blake balled up her fist again. "Answer the question."

"Sour paint…and acid," answered Manga hesitantly.

Yang's purple eyes were slowly becoming pale. She swallowed her anger and mustered up her strength not to throw this bastard like a shot put in a relay game. She would reserve herself for the time being — as the climax has yet to come. "What did Izuku do to get himself in this position?"

"Katsuki and Izuku got into a scuffle earlier this afternoon at the natatorium. Words were exchanged between the two," explained Manga.

"What words?" Blake asked.

"We got wind that four foreign girls were staying with Izuku for a homestay. Katsuki took that as a moment to tease him. Deku tried refraining…"

Blake cleared her throat. "I would like it if you don't say Deku around me or her. Understand?"

"Yeah…understood," retorted Manga. "So, Izuku tried to let it be but Katsuki kept teasing him about it. I wasn't there when the scuffle happened but I was told that Katsuki wasn't nice about it. He even made perverted comments about the girls."

"Can you recall?" Blake asked. She wanted as much information to build as momentum when she got to the bastard.

"If I am saying this right and if Minoru is telling the truth…they were 'How soon can we get those foreigner girls on their knees and serve us like Denny's?'"

"Alright." Yang said matter-of-fact. "Anything else?"

"Oh! De…Izuku tried sticking up for himself and defended the girls but Katsuki kept teasing him. Then, the guy brought up Izuku's mother. Because of that, Izuku made a comment about his mother. Since then, downhill."

Blake and Yang stared at each momentarily, both sharing the same thought. "This bastard wanted to get back at Izuku all because he made a yo mama joke?" This Katsuki character was petty enough to go through all of this — because Izuku defended himself and made a rebuttal about his mother, in which Katsuki started it.

"Bakugo has been on a tirade vowing revenge. He tried earlier this evening, at the carnival, by tossing balloons filled with acid but he failed. One of Izuku's friends came and struck Katsuki in the air — giving him the proper Team Rocket blast off!"

Blake and Yang hadn't even met Bakugo and they were already preparing to issue his death warrant. They also wanted to find that angel that protected their cinnamon roll.

"Umm…oh, yeah! Bakugo told me that it was him and some redhead-brunette, I think." Manga retorted.

The blonde kept her calm composure. Strike one had already happened and she wasn't even there. She wasn't surprised that Ruby didn't tell her. She knew her sister and knew what she was capable of doing if someone endangered her life. "So, how did you two get involved?"

"He knew his classmates weren't going to do it as they were on good terms with Midoriya. So, instead, Bakugo paid us to help him. He said that he had another plan to show vengeance." His head motioned to the walkway entrance. "He heard that Izuku was going to be involved in the fashion show and was going to pull a Carrie on him."

"How much did he pay you guys," asked Yang.

"He offered us $500 plus expenses all payable once the deed was done," responded Manga. "He threw us $100 each as an incentive."

"$700?"

"Yeah…just about."

Blake held onto her necklace. The words that were penetrating her ear irked her. She was in disbelief that this boy would go all out to get Izuku because Izuku was only defending himself. That was his punishment — standing up to a bully and the bully couldn't take the heat.

"Did you two have knowledge about the girl joining Izuku," asked Yang.

"We didn't have any idea until we got upstairs." He crossed his arms. "I swear to God and everything I love. We were only aiming for Izuku. That girl was only collateral damage. Guilty by association!"

Their conversation was interrupted when Manga felt his cell phone vibrating. Yang nodded for him to answer. He pulled it out of his pocket and saw that it was Bakugo. He sighed. "Speak of the devil." He showed it to the girls.

Blake approached Manga and pressed her lips to his ear. "Answer the phone and put it on speaker. You better not say a word about us."

The animated bubble understood the assignment. He answered the phone and put it on speaker.

"What in the hell is with you bastards?" The spiky-haired blond barked. "Weissy and I put our money on the line so you two can do your jobs. What's the hold up?"

"Sorry, man. We thought we heard security knocking at the door." The animated bubble lied. "We got sidetracked. This is becoming riskier."

"Nothing is more riskier than kicking your ass after this, you shitty extras," barked the spiky-haired blond. "Where's Neito? Why isn't he answering my calls?"

"Neito had to go to the restroom. He said he was feeling queasy."

"Fuck! You know what, fine! I'll be upstairs one moment. I knew I shouldn't hire boys to do a man's job. And you retards won't be getting paid for this shit," said Katsuki before hanging up the phone.

Yang took Manga's cell phone from him and placed it in her pocket. "That was easy. He just made himself a target." She looked at Blake, in which she nodded with her. "We're good?"

"Yeah…more than good," responded Blake. With everything they needed, they were ready for action. But, there was one more loose string to pull.

"Look…I am sorry." Manga looked at the Faunus. "I didn't get your name. I got yours. Umm…Yang, right?" He pointed to the blonde before turning his head to the Faunus. "But I never got your name—"

"My name's Pitt and your ass ain't talking your way out of this shit," retorted Blake. The Faunus grabbed Manga's arm, forcibly prying him off from Yang's grasp. "Reserve your strength, Yang. You're gonna need it when we see Bakugo."

"What are you gonna do?" Manga asked worriedly.

Blake had a wryly smile. "Let's go to the restroom and find out. I can better show you than tell you." She took hold of Manga's collar and dragged him down the hallway. Her brute strength incapacitated the animated bubble. The loud screeching sound of his shoes muffled the pleading as he was dragged into the restroom.

"Please, please. I am sorry!" Manga pleaded. "I will do anything you want."

"Oh, you will," retorted the Faunus. "What I want is a cracked forehead and see what expressions can come out of that thought bubble."

"Please, Pitt. I gave you Bakugo. What more do you want?"

"Guilty by association," she retorted. "Is that what you call it? Here is this — no one fucks with my Ruby and my Izuku. You will rue the day you messed with Blake Belladonna!"

"Wait…are you the…"

"Yeah, the black-haired chick. That redhead is my friend and teammate, who also is Yang's little sister. And that person you called Deku is dear and near to me," retorted Blake. "As for you, I'll be the judge, the jury…and now, your executioner!"

"No, no, no, no, no!" The animated bubble panicked.

Upon arrival, she hoisted him and tossed him inside. She then turned to Yang, confirming she was remaining true to beat up Manga. Once inside, she locked the door.

Yang paid no attention as the cries went unheard as Blake proceeded on attacking the animated bubble. She then grabbed Manga's cell phone. When she saw the smudges for the pattern password, she unlocked his phone and then proceeded to text Bakugo.

"Hey, bro! The left side of the balcony entrance is blocked off. I'll meet you at the right side of the entrance. Totes thanks!"

She tossed the phone at the pile of rubble. She didn't need it anyway. Blake can catch up with her later. It wouldn't be much longer to pinpoint her location once she got Katsuki in her possession. She began to jog. At first, she was going to be subtle and plan a surprise attack. However, it wasn't until she learned the true reason of revenge was out of pettiness.

"There are people in our world that want to bathe in our blood for being huntresses. We have people riddled with fear from Grimm and Beowulf day in and day out. There are people who would love to get a taste of paradise on Earth for a second. And here you are wanting revenge because someone said something bad about your mother. You'll keep for a moment or two, you limp-wristed, trifling, rabid kangaroo dog piece of shit. Well, guess who is shitting on your doorstep in a few moments, you fuck! No one, I mean no one, messes with my family! "

Yang ran back downstairs to the main floor. Unsure whether or not the public or even the staff were aware, but there was a passageway beneath the main floor. That was how she and Blake were able to get to the balcony without being seen.

She sprinted through the narrow passageway and back upstairs to the other side. As she figured, there wasn't any presence of security — too many people focused on the grand finale. It was a damn shame she wouldn't be there to see the bride and groom. Ruby would provide the details and Izuku could give her a practical, hands-on example in their spare time.

She knew her packages had arrived, so once she had free time, it was going to be a fun evening. However, she would put her perverted tendencies aside. She already had a bloodlust with a certain blond. "A shame, really. He is kind of cute — in a head bigger than his dick kinda way."

Meanwhile….

Katsuki was the lone wolf as he was on the prowl to cease his prey. He should have known from the beginning to involve others to help him. Eijiro failed him and now, those two nitwits have failed him.

"Never let a boy do a man's job" was the theme for tonight. As he ventured up the stairs in his tuxedo, he hoped the boys knew that they wouldn't be receiving any payment for tonight. Even if they wanted payment, he wasn't going to actually give it to them.

Monoma and Fukidashi skimmed people and he wasn't going to be hustled. What would they do? It wouldn't be hard to talk and convince other students that were involved in their schemes. The blond always has to think one-step ahead, especially with the Weiss situation.

He snickered to himself knowing that he snagged a poor little rich girl. Weiss was definitely going to be useful when he rubbed their relationship in front of Deku's face. He just thanked the gods that the boys were convinced (better yet fooled) by those pictures. He felt pleased that these weren't doctored pictures but actually pictures involving a girl. The fact that the girl was wearing a white-colored wig was nothing more than a mere coincidence.

He took off his jacket and rested it at the nearby bench. Where he last left off, he knew they were doing their vows. The announcer would then proceed to the exchange of rings and then the kiss. Katsuki wanted to see the look on his face when it was covered and splattered in acidic paint.

He kicked the door in with his foot. There wouldn't be anyone worried about the noise. As for the evidence, he could already discard the shoes — less to worry about than fingerprints. When he spotted the barrel, at least those dolts left it in the right spot.

"Do you, Ruby Rose, take Izuku Midoriya as your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do, sir!"

"Right on time, hehe!" Katsuki grew more anxious by the second. The barrel was right at his fingertips. Deku needed to be turned down a notch. What was so great about a shitty sissy nerd because he has four beautiful fillies in his household? It wasn't like he could handle them. Knowing him, that sissy would be sporting jello anyway.

"Do you, Izuku Midoriya, take Ruby Rose as your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I-I-I-I d-d-d….yes!"

"You fucking retard. S-s-s-speak y-y-your m-m-mind!" He said, mocking his stutter. "Just because he has those girls staying with himself doesn't make him better than me. You guys didn't have to make it a big deal. He's still the same Deku! He still can't use his full power without breaking his body. So, what makes you think he can have those girls."

Katsuki then frowned, irritated how this afternoon could have been prevented if his stupid classmates didn't brag and gloated about Izuku having girls staying with him. He could get girls. In fact, he actually has one of the girls that was part of the homestay with him. Therefore, he was still better than Deku.

'Kacchan, whatever is on your mind, you don't have to do this. What I've said is only words and words alone.'

'You're only calm because you don't have anyone here to back you up.'

He approached the barrel like a witch and her cauldron. He licked his lips, knowing what was planning to happen. "This is heavy…filled with the hate I have for him."

'Seems like you got a good girl, Icchan! Quite unfortunate that she isn't going to enjoy your cute face any further.'

'You always talk smack towards me and always want a show to back you up. I didn't have any intentions to place harm or pick on you. You have started it. You decided to point out my lack of a quirk. You decided to pick on me. You decided to talk about my guests and say awful things about my inability to handle them.'

'Do you think I am moved by your apologies? I don't care anymore. I am going to show you that you are inferior towards me. Defenseless, weak, an easy prey, bitch.'

'You're angry but you don't mean it. You wouldn't do this to me.'

'Think I wouldn't?! What's here to stop me, baka!?'

"What's here to stop me, baka?" Katsuki squatted and lifted the barrel. Knowing vindication was moments always gave him a strong tingling sensation throughout his body.

"If there is anyone that believes that these two shouldn't be together. Speak now or forever hold your peace."

"Yeah…I got some reasons." Katsuki managed to say as he tilted the barrel over the railing.

'I know you. As much as you love attention, you wouldn't do anything to put serious harm on me. Do you really want to risk it all over something I said about your mother?'

'Don't mess with my mind! I will do it!'

'Within, you don't want to do this. You're angry. And right now, in front of this crowd, you wouldn't do anything detrimental. Think, Kacchan!'

'Stop saying my name like that!'

The barrel was pushed back to his chest, losing his grip and falling backward to the ground. He was turning red. He gritted his teeth frustratingly. Sweat was pouring out of his pores.

"Shut up! Shut up! Get out of my head, you shitty extra!" He balled up his fist and hit himself in the head. Why were his words penetrating his thoughts? Recalling the calmness on the emerald-haired teen's face was getting to the spiky-haired blond.

'Katsuki, you should be blessed that you have somebody that can appreciate you for you. Not everyone can handle that. You aren't going to do this. If you want to get me later, fine. But, this isn't the time. And you know that your anger towards me has nothing to do with your mother.'

'...I know, Kacchan. I have always known.'

"I am not what you think I am!" The explosive blond shouted furiously as sparks came out from his palms. He lifted the barrel and prepared to pour it onto the stage. "You don't know anything about me, Icchan. Not a damn thing. The nerve to say that when you don't even know who you are. I am the leader. I run this show. I am the king and you're my fucking pauper. Being my chair is a position rightfully served. You are always at the bottom. You hear me? I am first, not you!"

"You talk too damn much! It doesn't matter, you won't be hanging around much longer."

…!

Katsuki looked skyward. Suddenly from the darkness of the ceiling came out a projectile at high speeds, faster than he could react and he ended up being hit square in the face!

"AAUGH!" He cried as the projectile was made out of a gooey substance that was clearly acid, not to a lethal degree but it was burning his face. The explosive teen wiped his face from the substance, his face stinged and his eyes hurt like hell as if being hit by lemon juice or pepper spray.

A haughty sound was heard above him. "Man down, I see! Problem is, can you see me?"

"Aww…this shit burns!" He cried out.

"It doesn't feel good when you're being served your medicine, does it," said the voice.

"My own medi—" He paused. The scent has already permeated throughout his body. He recognized it — sour paint and the concoction he added from his balloons earlier.

"Where are you? Huh?!" Katsuki harked to the voice, unable to see the person.

"It never feels good when you have to sneak around, do it, boy," said the attacker.

"Think you are tough?! Just like a villain. Weak because you're after kids. Why don't you find some heroes your own size!" Katsuki barked at the attacker. "Come to me like a man."

"You talk too much. And since you like doing stuff in the darkness, let's take a trip into my world."

…!

The power was shut off. It wasn't long when the commotion from below was heard. The crowd went into a panic. Only the red-lit emergency lights were on, but it really didn't do much.

"Do not panic, ladies and gentlemen. We are experiencing technical difficulties. Please remain in your seats. Please do not panic or stir a commotion. Thank you!"

"There, much better!" The attacker chuckled. It was no mistake that the voice was feminine. It must be a female villain. He needed to stay vigilant, especially since his eyesight was now a liability.

He then felt a force hitting his back. He lost his breath as the attacker attacked him from behind, but he endured it. He tried activating his quirk but felt the acid hitting his legs. "Aaugh! Son of a bitch!"

Katsuki cried as he dropped to his knees. Then, he felt the attacker taking jabs to his face and chest. He tried resisting the blows as he tried covering his face, but the attacker was too quick.

Suddenly, he was being picked up and tossed out of the balcony. He screamed when he felt his body being thrown like a ragdoll before hitting a wall. His limp body dropped to the ground, subduing the teen from moving further.

"This is too easy. And you have the nerve to want to be a Pro Hero. Weak!"

Katsuki was in a daze but conscious. He felt the pain shooting all throughout his body. He staggered as he attempted to get up. He spat out the blood. He didn't know where he was. The wave of commotion continued to fill the area. However, her distinctive voice gave way to the teen.

"Is that the best you can do, huh?" He yelled. "C'mon?! I'm not out, you pussy!"

"Words, just words! In this game, nothing is fair!"

Katsuki then felt something standing in front of him.

"Surprise," the attacker said.

He then felt another jab to the stomach. He yelped loudly when he felt another blow hit his back, then his stomach again, and finally the back of his head. Katsuki landed on the ground. The pain continued radiating from his body.

His breath became ragged as he tried to remain conscious, but his limited eyesight was blurring. Nevertheless, he willed himself to persevere. The teen began chuckling. "That's it. Is that all you got?! I've been bitten by mosquitos with more force than that."

He staggered back and forth, looking up in the darkness. "Is that all you got? Where are you? Where are you, you pussy?"

"Right about here!"

The lights suddenly turned back on. Katsuki turned and saw that he was on stage. The audience were looking at him. He then looked to the other side and saw Ruby and Izuku backstage. They must have ran there earlier when the commotion was going on.

He then looked at himself — covered in his own concoction, clothes torn and tattered, and now being the center of attention from the crowd. He then looked down and saw the black tape that was marked with an 'x.'

Moments later, a rush of red sour paint splashed and covered the teen. The teen was dropped to his knees due to the force of the liquid. He screamed in agony as he was doused and coated by the acid.

Silence filled the auditorium. Onlookers stared at the explosive teen as he was under duress. Once the container was emptied, Katsuki stood up and faced the crowd. He saw their retinas burning at him.

A murmur started. Then the murmuring grew in different pockets. Eventually, the murmuring turned into laughter. Finally, an astounding roar of jeering filled the auditorium. Katsuki was turning beet red due to the embarrassment and humiliation.

He looked at the front row where Weiss was residing. She, too, was laughing and pointing at him. He also spotted his classmates from 1-A, and they, too, were roaring in laughter. He then turned and saw Izuku and Ruby. Ruby dropped to her knees as she was laughing at the explosive teen. His eyes laid on Izuku — his beady emerald eyes gleamed like jewels. He shook his head and cracked a smile.

'...I know, Kacchan. I have always known.'

'...I know, Kacchan. I have always known.'

'...I know, Kacchan. I have always known.'

"Motherfucker!" The explosive teen furrowed his eyes and gnashed his teeth. He stood up as sparks came out from his palms. "You fucking bitch! DIE!" The teen rushed toward Izuku.

…!

POW!

Katsuki felt the force of the barrel hitting him, knocking him to the ground, rendering him unconscious.

"Hehehe! And the rat lies alone!"

About an hour later….

A sea of blue and red, wailing sirens, and chopping sounds of the spinning helicopter surrounded the auditorium where the fashion show was held. Onlookers from a distance watched as police escorted the audience members as they were evacuated out of the auditorium.

Izuku and Ruby were escorted with the models at the service exit. The models huddled up as they were curious about the incident not too long ago. Murmurs filled the rumor mill as they discussed who and what caused the debacle that involved their employer's son.

Izuku sat beside Ruby at the stairs as the ambulance closed the door to take Katsuki to the emergency room. Masaru and Mitsuki were inside the vehicle, each carrying a feeling of sorrow and anger. More of the latter as there were singing canaries in ambulances before his.

The emerald-haired teen ran his hand through his hair. "Boy, oh, boy. I don't want to be in Kacchan's position right now." He was listening to the radio chatter as police closed off the scene for further investigation — a destruction of public property, trespassing, breaking and entering, the list went on. What made matters worse was that Nezu and Aizawa-sensei were contacted. Despite being summer vacation, the students involved in the incident all came from UA High.

"Just as I thought I would have an easy summer." He blew upward to his hair. "So much for R&R!"

Ruby scooted closer to him, leaning her head against his neck. "It beats the alternative. At least you won't be interrogated by the police." She snickered. "If I hear correctly, his friends are pinning all of this on him."

"We're a unit. If one is in trouble, then we are all in trouble," responded Izuku. "That is the price we pay for going to an exclusive for the gifted."

"The troublemaking class." She whistled. "Sounds all too familiar with Goodwitch and Ozpin."

"They and Aizawa-sensei might be in the same social circles. They might exchange notes."

"Don't wish that," interjected Ruby. "Goodwitch is our chaperone for this homestay. Oum forbid if she and your professors get together. That would be chaotic!"

"Yeah." Izuku looked forward as the ambulance departed. He knew it was a matter of time before his mother was on his way to get him. She needed proper clearance. Also, he didn't even know they were attending the fashion show. The thought of what if Blake, Yang, and Weiss saw him in his original getup. Smoke and steam were coming out of his body, especially with Blake.

"Too bad we didn't get a chance to kiss," said Ruby as she hit her feet. "It would've been nice since it was technically a wedding. Apparently, Katsuki thought otherwise."

The emerald-haired teen scratched his head. "Yeah." He whistled again. "What a night!" The teen had plenty to write in his summer journal. In less than forty-eight hours, he had surprised visitors from another universe visiting his home for the summer. Not even a few hours later, he had slept with one of them. Not once, not twice, not even three times!

A montage was actually necessary, especially since the whirlwind of events following that — running away from Katsuki, the impromptu trip to the carnival, being attacked by Katsuki, being asked to participate in the fashion. Then, he had a makeout session with Ruby, which led to being held captive by Melissa and pop idol, Neon Katt. It wasn't everyday he could say that he had slept with a pop star.

Speaking of Melissa, the teen was found in an utility closet — bound, gagged, and naked with vibrators in both her ass and pussy. He decided not to ask Hitoshi or Ruby on how and why she got in that position.

Finally, the grand finale — the wedding! If he had to be honest, it was cute seeing Ruby in her gown. She looked like a porcelain doll. Cameras flashed and the film was reeling to see the moment these two shared a kiss. However, Katsuki knew how to steal the show…yet again!

"Izuku? Izuku?"

Izuku broke away his thoughts and turned to Ruby. "Oh, sorry!" He chuckled. "Lost in thought." He cleared his throat. "To answer your question, it was just a show. We don't need to have the public to convince us that there are feelings involved."

"Really?"

He became beet red, even surprised at the words that were coming out of his mouth. "I know this may sound weird, but I understand." He reached over and kissed her on the cheek. "Let's leave it at that." He then turned beet red. "It comes and goes, but just know that I understand."

Ruby flicked his nose, gleefully smiling — showing all of her teeth. "I won't give up on you, Izuku Midoriya. I am going to make you mine for sure."

"Icchan! Icchan! Icchan, where are you?!"

Their moment was interrupted when hearing the rushing noise of a mother in search of her child. His wandering eyes darted at his portly mother and the girls as they approached them.

"Mom! Blake, Yang, and…Weiss!" Izuku stood up, relieved to see them.

He was met with a wave of kisses from the worried mother. Both cheeks were meshed with her moistened lips, hugging and squeezing the boy as if he was lost for an infinite number of years.

"Goodness, baby. I'm so happy to see you." She gave him one more kiss on the forehead. "So glad that you're okay." It wasn't long when she flicked him on the nose. "Why didn't you tell me that you were involved in the fashion show?" She had her hands to her hips. "Cat got your tongue? Slip your mind?"

The emerald-haired teen nervously smiled. "Well, Mom. It was…last minute?"

"Well, young man. You have a lot of explaining to do on this last minute thing," she said to him. "Jesus, you're just like your father."

Yang covered her mouth, trying to hide her smile when viewing this wholesome moment between mother and son. She envied Izuku — at least he has a decent relationship with his mother. She couldn't say the same about her mother.

Blake and Weiss went and approached Ruby. Blake spoke first. "Ruby, I am not sure if I was to hug, kiss, or slap the mess out of you."

Ruby played coy, looking to the sky. "I have no idea whatcha talkin' about, Blakey!" She said playfully.

The Faunus clenched her fist. "If you weren't my leader and friend, you putz!" She pointed at her. "As of today, you are officially my rival for Izuku's heart."

Yang patted Blake on the back. "Sorry, buddy. You gotta add me to the roster."

Blake turned and looked at Yang. "You, too?"

"All is fair in love and war," retorted Yang. "Plus, who doesn't want to break off a piece of that cinnamon roll."

Ruby raised her eyebrow. "I touched him, so he is mine."

"What is this? First grade," retorted Yang.

"No takesies-backsies." Ruby answered, sticking her tongue out.

Blake scoffed. "Please! I did things to Izuku that you wouldn't find in your comic books, Rubes."

"So what? I kissed him first. So there!" Ruby retorted. "I am saving myself for him anyway. So, nana-nana boo-boo. Stick your head in doo-doo!"

"It doesn't count when you're drunk, Rubes." Yang protested.

"Drunk actions are sober thoughts," replied Ruby.

As the girls were starting a bidding war for Izuku and the lad himself was being lectured by his mother, Weiss, on the other hand, remained silent.

It was obvious to Blake and Yang when they found her that she had trouble looming in her mind. However, it was a discussion that would be saved for another time.

To be continued….

Glynda managed to find a parking spot at the end of the block. Yuu and Nemuri insisted that their sensei should drive as they were not in the best state of mind at the moment.

"It isn't against the law if there aren't any no-touching signs." Yuu puffed her cheeks. She was disappointed that she, as well as the other girls, were yet again kicked out of a host club. Slapping herself on the face, she lamented audibly.

"At least they were nice not to involve the cops." Glynda said in a consoling manner. She tried being the voice of reason (and the least inebriated) for the group. It certainly didn't help Yuu's case after punching the bouncer in the jaw and Nemuri using herself as prop to make him trip on himself.

The blond professor clicked her tongue. That was her favorite host club and her fragile proteges ruined it. Now, she had to pull a few favors with people 'on the dark side' to find an exclusive joint. She had a few weeks before returning to Beacon. Only this time, she wasn't going to involve them.

"Rumi says she is awake, right?" Glynda asked, wanting to be sure there were no more hang-ups. "Nothing that is going to involve surprises?"

"We promise, Sensei."

"Good…don't need anything else!"

To be continued…for real this time!

BD: Hey, guys. Thank you for reading this chapter. This chapter still feels like a filler chapter to me, as I was trying to tie loose ends to continue on with the series. Speaking of loose ends, you're probably wondering what happened to Denki and Minoru or Melissa? In time, I will reveal.

Another thing I purposely didn't add was who really fought Bakugo. Was it Blake or Yang? Or someone else?

Now, am I seeing another woman added to the harem? Rumi, perhaps? Maybe, we'll see.

I hope you guys are enjoying the series thus far. I want it to be as comedic, adventurous, and entertaining as possible. Please check out my other works. My writing partner, SoraSentry and I are hoping to return to writing "Emerald Rabbit's Warren" soon.

Please expect more work from me soon as well as my co-partner and fellow Studio Greenshade member, SoraSentry. Also, check out his Kingdom Hearts x MHA story. It's really enjoyable!

As always, may the Lord bless you on your endeavors and strive and prosper. As always, team Greenshade.