Izuku pressed the button for them to cross the street. Yang was holding his items. As much as he protested, the taller blonde wouldn't have it. As she swung her body back and forth at the crosswalk, she was singing an unrecognizable tune. Her humming reminded him of a mother bird calling for her young. It was smooth, elegant, like a hot knife on butter.
"You have a lovely voice," said Izuku.
Her cheeks became a rosy red. "Thanks!"
"Don't mention it."
"You're one of few that compliments it." She gave him the notion that it was time to cross. As the duo walked, she began inhaling the night's air. Cool and pleasant. She released a sigh. At the nearby corner lied a small strip mall. The mom-and-pop stores, local-based diners, fixed-income dentistries and the like. Izuku continued pressing forward, leading them the way back to campus.
Izuku was feeling a chill, wishing that he would have gotten his jacket or a least a scarf before heading out to do his brief errands. However, he had to remain vigilant. His antennas were still on alert for the return of the Faunus.
"Many were to think that my hums are choppy."
He stopped in his tracks. "Come again?"
"Many think I butcher notes when I sing."
A brief pause, giving him time to think. He snapped his fingers. "They wouldn't know good music if it sat on their lap. Your voice is lovely." He turned away, realizing how much he was complimenting a beautiful girl. And a foreigner at that. "I don't say that often, especially to a stranger."
She clapped her hands. "Aren't you sweet." She used her free arm to wrap her arms around his. He stammered at the sudden clasp.
"Yang?!"
"I noticed that you were cold," she responded gingerly. She retrieved her scarf from her neck. "Care to share?"
Yang observed the cinnamon roll-in-question. Flushed cheeks, red ears, clammy palms. Tell-tale signs of nervousness. That alone build the inertia within her heart as she was eagerly excited to have Izuku to herself.
"Sure."
It wasn't by accident that she stumbled onto her future lover and the father of her kits. Following hearing Blake's one-woman show with her hand, she made a phone call to Principal Nezu. She had played the part of the naive foreigner in search of guidance. Although she was assigned to a student advisor, some purple-haired skank with keloids in her ears, she wanted another student who had more vital information. The kind of guy who had the intel about UA High School.
Nezu gave Yang the number to contact Tenya Iida, the class intellect of 1-A. Immediately following contacting him, the glasses-wearing geek gave detail about the do's and don't's of UA High as a new student. She listened, ready for the moment to seize the opportunities about creating relationships with certain students. When Tenya produced her future husband's name, she immediately grabbed her rampantly beating heart. Containing herself on the phone and grateful to Oum for wearing a pad, she politely asked for more information about Izuku Midoriya. Tenya initially didn't give anything away, citing that it was against school rules for releasing information about certain students.
Thankfully, her vixen-like, bravado charm even made geeks like Tenya putty in her hand. By the end of the conversation, she was able to get Izuku's class schedule, dorm information, and even the routines that Tenya documented about his classmates. On the condition of releasing this information, she had promised him to go out for coffee.
A coffee date that she will never pursue. She had certain things for Tenya to take his mind from it.
She had to do it later for Operation Cinnamon Roll was being engaged.
Yang felt like a mother she connected her purple and red striped scarf around his neck.
"This shall warm you up!"
"Thanks!"
"Don't mention it, I-zu-ku!"
Connected like lovers, they walked side-by-side on the sidewalk. It was a surprisingly quiet night, thought Izuku as people would normally peruse the area for their miscellaneous tasks. A group of girls wanting to eat at the diner and take pictures of their desserts. A couple heading to the coffeehouse and purchase tea. Or a group of teenagers wanting to hang out or loiter at the arcade at the district. It made Izuku think of having an idea to welcome the newcomers with that idea. However, he still needed to be careful, especially when the black-haired girl was a part of their party.
"Whatcha thinkin' about? You're very quiet, sweetness." There was such a pleasant hum. That sweet, savory voice again. Izuku hid his lips under the scarf. "Are you always like this around people? Hmm?"
He didn't want to be rude. Less than twenty minutes ago, he made his acquaintanceship with the girl from Beacon Academy, and now they are sharing clothes like they were lovers. They were walking home together. This wasn't a date.
"It's okay. You don't have to explain." She bumped shoulders with him. "Shy guys are my favorite."
Izuku didn't answer. He nodded in agreement. A formidable excuse for the time being.
Meanwhile….
In a certain dorm room resided the mushroom girl by the name of Kinoko Komori. Lying in her bed, listening to Juice Wrld, the evening was going to be spent enjoying her music, watching an anime program, and maybe study some newly discovered mushrooms.
Legs crossed and bobbing her head against her pillow, she saw her roommate and friend, Setsuna Tokage got out of bed.
Removing her headphone, Kinoko said, "who is it?"
Setsuna shrugged her shoulders. "Not sure. Expecting company?"
She shook her head in disagreement. "Not to my knowledge. Check who it is."
Setsuna nodded as she put her shorts. Wasn't sure it was a boy or not, she wanted to look decent. As she looked to the door hole, she spotted a stranger. She covered the peephole.
"There is someone at the door I don't recognize," she told Kinoko.
Sitting up, Kinoko raised her eyebrow. "Boy or girl?"
"It's a girl. She looks like that foreigner girl that we've met at Morning Announcements today."
Kinoko placed her cell phone on her lap. She rubbed her finger under her chin, a habit she did when she was thinking. After a brief pregnant silence, she snapped her fingers. "Oh! That's right!" She pointed at Setsuna. "Open the door. Ask her in."
Understanding her roommate's request, Setsuna opened the door to the stranger.
The black-redhead stranger had her arms folded. She didn't appear uncomfortable or angry. However, Kinoko could tell that she wasn't used to being in this kind of position.
"Rose," asked Kinoko.
"Komori," answered Ruby.
Kinoko cracked a smile as she exposed her eyes behind her bangs. "Step into my office."
Ruby entered the dorm, taking off her shoes as she entered. Setsuna closed the door behind her, returning to her post.
"Have a seat at my desk," said Kinoko calmly. She turned to Ruby. "Rose, this is my friend and roommate, Tokage."
Ruby bowed humbly at Setsuna. "Nice to meet you."
Setsuna returned her bow. "Pleasure is all mine."
"All right! Since we have made ourselves known, let's conduct business." Kinoko snapped her fingers. Setsuna immediately reached under her bed and picked out two suitcases with both hands. She placed them on her bed.
"Excellent," said Kinoko.
"How long you want me to be out," asked Setsuna.
Kinoko reached into her shirt, pulling some money from her bra. "Hey Red, be a dear and pass this Setsuna."
Ruby nodded accordingly and handed the sweaty bills to Setsuna. "Go to the Manga Cafe and chill out." She winked. "Plus, I know there is a certain boy you get off to when he gets off."
Setsuna covered her mouth, dropping her head of the truth. She bowed at Kinoko before grabbing her jacket and leaving the dorm. Kinoko waited until she was sure that she and Ruby were alone.
Before Ruby could speak, Kinoko put up her finger, citing silence. She hopped from the bed and went to her stereo. She turned it to the tuneage of Yaeji's "Drink I'm Sippin' On." Turning it loud enough to tune out any prying ears, the mushroom girl returned to her post.
"Alright, let's conduct business," she said matter-of-factly.
Ruby coughed, beginning to speak. "The French Prince with stars in his eyes sent me." She looked around the room, seeing the posters of popular boy bands, girl bands, and the copious amounts of mushrooms. Jars of mushrooms lined her bookshelf. Moyashimon manga was centered at Kinoko's treasure trove of mushroom jars. Ruby relaxed, crossing her legs as she felt that she came to the right girl.
"Did the French Prince tell you I'm not cheap," asked Kinoko as she reached into her pocket for rolling papers. "I am not Shaq at the free throw line. More like Steph with the 30."
"I don't understand that logic," admittedly said Ruby. "But, I am not low budget. I am here for a reason and one reason alone." She took a breath. "You have what I need and I would do anything to get it." She reached into her pocket and pulled out her wallet. "I have the cash." She narrowed her eyes, pressing her face closer to the mushroom girl. "As you have the stuff that it is potent enough to get what I want."
Kinoko wavered her hand as she was licking her paper. "Trust me, I am not low budget. Just need to see if we have an understanding." She reached into her other pocket. She watched Ruby's eyes widened. She sighed. "Relax, this isn't marijuana. It is herbal mushrooms I smoke from time to time. It calms my nerves."
Ruby nodded silently.
The mushroom girl used her lighter to smoke her cigarette. She inhaled, if not hissed before blowing it out. She, then, went to Setsuna's bed and grabbed the two suitcases, placing them on the bed.
"Are these it," asked Ruby.
"Yeah," said Kinoko before opening up the suitcases.
Ruby stood up from her chair as she approached Kinoko. She was shocked to see the many jars and packets of mushrooms and spirits within the confines of her suitcases. Different grades, different designs, colors, and the like. It was like a drug dispensary (as if Ruby didn't know what drugs were or what they did).
Kinoko pointed to one of the mushrooms. "This is Lion's Heart. From the jungles of Africa." She turned to Ruby. "One snort of this will have you dancing all night." She pointed to another mushroom. "This is Panda Bear from the Andes Mountains. Good on joint pain." She pointed to another mushroom. "This is Mad Max." She snapped her fingers. "Now, this here is a combination of mushrooms from Kobe and rapier jam."
"Rapier jam?" Fathomed as she didn't think the mushroom girl was aware of that type of poison from her region. She maintained her composure as she continued listening to Kinoko.
"The stuff is quite potent around here. I really enjoy this stuff." The mushroom girl. "This is more for personal use. "However, the combination of this stuff causes a high followed by paralysis." She furrowed her eyes towards Ruby. "Something I think you are particularly interested in."
"What gave it away?"
Kinoko shrugged her shoulders. "Body language gives it away. Plus, I know you aren't a user." She took another puff of the cigarette. "And you are certainly not a dealer. And besides, Aoyama doesn't bring me any customers unless it is something serious." She nodded while smoking. "I can tell what you are looking for."
"If you think I will spill any info, I won't."
"Fine! I don't care. Do what you want. I am just the proprietor and occasional user."
"How much you are wanting?"
"Mad Max is powerful. Have to keep vice off my back and keep good with the people from Remnant." She sat on the bed. "$500. However, since you are new on the block and I can tell you a great gal, I will do $250."
"That can work."
She pointed at Ruby to grab a tweezer and a baggie. "Because I am a good friend, this will be coming from my personal stash."
"Thanks, Komori!"
"Call me Kinoko."
"Ruby."
Ruby stood adamant as she watched the mushroom girl aiding her on her plans to have Izuku in her possession. She remembered the days when her mother was alive when she sat in the kitchen making dinner for her husband, Ruby's father. Dear, a way to get to a man's heart is in his stomach. Be sure to get him nice and full. That way, he will be back and foot for you.
"Will these many grams work," asked Kinoko.
Ruby observed the baggie. She took it from Kinoko, flicking it a few times.
"Hey, I ain't cheating you," retorted Kinoko.
"Had to make sure," replied Ruby.
Ruby, remember this. Don't wait for him to make the first move; while you're waiting, some other girl might snatch him up. You need to be proactive about this sort of thing! If another girl starts competing for him, don't back down. Stand your ground and fight with all your might! Don't let anyone steal your man!"
Kinoko checked the bills to be sure it wasn't fake. Ruby was placing her baggie in her secret compartment, a secret pocket in the linings of her panties. She patted her skirt for assurance before returning her sights on Kinoko.
"Your money is good," confirmed Kinoko as she put it in her wallet. "The number of grams shouldn't take much to do your business. If you enjoy the results, let me know."
Ruby thanked the mushroom girl and decided to let herself out. She left her dorm, heading toward the exit as she was returning to her apartment.
Oh, my lovely Izuku. My lovely emerald prince. I can't wait to put all of my love in the best dish I have ever made. It will be lovely and I can't wait to watch you eat every single morsel. When you are full and can no longer move, then I will have my control. Can't challenge a woman on a full stomach, my sweet, adorable Izuku. As you are full on your dinner, you will fill me for dessert. You are mine, Izuku. I can't wait!
Back to Izuku and Yang….
The sounds of cars passing by were starting to get quieter. No longer were the duo walking through the suburban concrete jungle. Izuku began smelling pine. Honestly, he was bewildered by walking with a beautiful woman that he didn't notice that he wasn't heading at the direction of his dorm.
He kept turning, noticing that Yang's grip around his arm was getting tighter. It didn't go without notice from Yang. "Is something the matter, sweetness?"
"Not a problem," answered Izuku. "But a question. Where are we going?"
She stopped, still keeping the scarf connected by their necks as she faced the puzzled Izuku. "I was only following you. Is this the way back to your apartment?" Yang was playing coy. She loved manipulating the cute ones, making them think that it was his responsibility and not her own.
"Actually, we were a few blocks off," admitted Izuku.
"Oh, dear!" She put her finger over moist, soft lips. "That is a problem! Shall we head…" She paused, noticing something on a tree nearby. It was written in Kanji, something Yang couldn't read, even in her native tongue.
She pointed it out and tapped Izuku's shoulder. "I can't read that. Please be a dear and read that, please. It might be important."
He didn't want to be a rude guest. He squinted his eyes to read the paper.
Here lies a tree upon the path
That seeks lovers who want to last
When two become one and if they have faith
The duo shall kiss, forever their fate
Izuku tilted his head, perplexed by the message. It looked as though it was written in permanent marker. "The grammar is quite choppy and doesn't sound very poetic."
"Ohh!" Yang's eyes were star-shaped. "We should go check this out!"
Izuku wanted to go home. He was feeling that this was overstepping his comfort zone. "It is getting late, Yang. I think we should head back." He paused for a moment. "And come back when it is day time."
Yang placed her arm across his shoulder. Upon her touch, he felt the hair of his neck standing up.
"Aw, don't be that way," she cooed into his ear. "This is my first day here and I am curious about what this place has to offer."
"Yang, can it…"
She put her hands in a praying position. "Please!"
"Okay, just for a bit." He was stunned when Yang gave him a strong embrace.
"Thanks, you are a prince."
Izuku was happy to have his scarf covered his blushing cheeks. He felt his head touching her fleshy mounds. "Yang, you can let me go."
Yang didn't respond. Her nose was buried in his emerald hair, inhaling it sharply. Mmm! That is the scent. Oatmeal raisin shampoo!
"Yang!"
"Sorry," she said as she pulled away. "Shall we go, sweetness?!"
"Sure!"
Izuku and Yang returned arm-in-arm as they entered the dark park. As they were walking, Yang reached into her back pocket. She was fortunate that Izuku wasn't as observant.
It was a good thing that she wore gloves.
And thanking the internet for translation.
Meanwhile….
Weiss was leaving the coffeehouse as she grabbed some tea herbs for her leisure. She made her acquaintanceship with the school beauty, Yui Kodai who had interested her with places that sell the best tea.
She inhaled the tea herbs, beginning to frown. "You called this quality? The best in all of Japan?! Quite low, even for Vale standards. I would have thought Kodai would have better taste." She scoffed, overlooking the simpleton's opinion on great tea. "It will do for now."
She stepped on the corner, inhaling the night's air. She tried telling herself that she wasn't going to be like the others. Her plans for the tea was to invite Izuku over and have a little quality time.
She had planned the music, the small trinkets of food, and trying her best to make him as comfortable as possible.
The only thing left was to find a place of venue.
As she headed back to her apartment, she was talking to herself on how to persuade the cinnamon roll to visit her.
Look, Izuku! If you want, let's have a spot of tea.
Hey, boy! Come have a drink with me.
I don't know if you care or not, but would like a drink?
It was one thing to have yandere tendencies. It was another to have tsundere tendencies. Upon their first meeting, she scoffed and immediately labeled him as a pervert. Using your shyness as a ploy to get inside my pants? Tch! Dream on, boy! She knew it was a defense mechanism, a lie as she knew how eager she wanted to get in his pants. She eyed him wearing tight briefs, particularly tighty-whities. She gnashed her teeth. Damn, he would be sexy in a damn Speedo.
"Whatcha thinkin' about? You're very quiet, sweetness."
Weiss raised her eyebrows, hearing a quite familiar voice.
"It's okay. You don't have to explain. Shy guys are my favorite."
She placed her back against the wall. She edged around the corner to hear the source of the voice. Right in her eyesights were Izuku and her teammate, Yang.
YOU LITTLE BITCH!
To be continued….