Hey, guys! GOTA, here, with another exciting chapter of "I Am My Izuku's Keeper!" BD is now busier and since I am on vacation, I have time to work on this. In this chapter, Izuku grows concerned about Yang while they were searching for the lover's tree. Meanwhile, Blake thinks about Izuku until realizing something was out of place. Later, Weiss' pursuit of Izuku and Yang gets interrupted by a surprise guest. Hope you guys enjoy the story!
Izuku's mother has always told him to never judge a person by their appearances but by their actions. Izuku tried his best to use his mother's advice to give Yang Xiao Long the benefit of the doubt. Even though they have known each other for a few hours, he initially thought she strongminded. A woman of inner strength, wisdom, and guile. Admittedly, he would have to place Yang and Blake as a close tie when it came to appearances, their domineering nature, and their tenacity when it comes to commitment. The latter half of this wasn't based on info from Nezu, Aoyama, Iida, or even Kacchan. This was off firsthand experience. He had already encountered Blake. Now, he was facing Yang.
"Ready or not, here I come! I love you and oi, have I found you!"
Izuku's blood ran cold as he was body was lying in the bare snow. His eyes were staring into the cloudy night. He watched as the snowflakes were dancing, cascading down to his face. The moment one touched his cheek, his vision of the night was overshadowed by a blonde.
At first, the blonde appeared crestfallen. Her eyes were covered in the midst of tears. Izuku tried backing away but was met with her foot to his arm. Her crestfallen face was exchanged into a face Mineta would have called, ahegao.
"I'd told you were going to get lost," the blonde told Izuku. "You could've gotten hurt and I wouldn't know what to do if my cinnamon roll had gotten hurt." The blonde gripped her fist. "I would've lost my mind."
Izuku watched as her pupils were becoming heart-shaped. Izuku swallowed the lump in his throat when seeing Yang began slowly discarded her clothing. "The snow here is adorable. Just like you," she giggled while holding her cheeks. "It is like a winter wonderland. I've always been curious about making passionate love in the snow. Now, we can do so!"
"Yang, let's talk about this! You're acting strange. I can go and find help! I can…."
Yang put her finger to her lip, enticing silence to Izuku. "Don't worry! What I am doing is going to save you. I'm freeing us, Izuku."
"Freeing me?" Yang was dropping her shirt, throwing it to the ground beside him. Her flora yellow bra was holding her large and supple breasts. Izuku tucked in his lips. Instinct took away when feeling his member extending in his pants. If the moment wasn't awkward and forced, Izuku could have been appreciative of seeing the beauty in front of him for Yang was sexy to boot. However, that isn't his nature when approaching women. There was subtlety but it was all thrown out of the window. Yang just continued sneering.
"This chase, this dance, this game you were doing. So adorable of you to run away. You wanted me to catch you. To rescue you! You want me to be your savior! You're testing me. Everything was a test," she said excitedly. Izuku watched as her eyes were getting bright as the lamppost. Her body continued swaying back and forth. She continued holding her face like squirrels having nuts in their cheeks. "I am actually crying. Happy to know what kind of guy you are. An adorable emerald puppy. I knew you were too good to be true and so easily naive." She patted her chest with pride. "That is why I wanted to be a huntress! To save people like you." She kneeled down, leaving inches between them. "Tonight, I am going to save you from yourself. You won't be resisting me anymore, Izuku! You got my heart and now, I want yours."
Izuku was startled when hearing the sound of his pants being undone.
"And this is something that I am going to claim before anybody else does. No more tests, no more trials!" She removed her gloves, tossing them to the side.
"Please Yang, don't! My heart isn't ready!" Izuku paused when Yang's lips established contact with his. She tilted his chin, using one hand to grip it and the other to massage his throat. Izuku felt her tongue thrusting inside of his mouth. He felt the warm saliva entering his mouth. It tasted strong, feeling like warm alcohol being poured into his throat. As much he could resist, she made sure that he swallowed her essence. She broke the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva between the pair.
"Didn't you hear me? I am going to rescue you! Don't worry, I am saving you. Even if your heart isn't ready, I was going to do it anyway! Your heart will learn love this!" He felt her cold hands spreading his boxers to reach out for his penis. It stood attentively as it was met with the cold. "Oum, such a mightily supple pecker. I hope there weren't any shrews that wanted contact with this. For it now the property of Yang Xiao Long-Midoriya!"
"Please, Yang!"
"No matter what you say, I know your heart. Please don't fight this. Deep down, you want it, too." Yang used her hands to massage his penis. He hissed into the night. Because of the pelting snow, it canceled his bellowing. Yang emitted her moans. She spat into her hand as she used it as lube to his dick. Slopping noises were made. She began massaging his balls. "Amazing, you hot liquid is frothing like a refrigerator. I can tell you are an easy spurter," she told him teasingly as she continued stroking his dick. "It's okay if you want to release. I wouldn't mind if you like to."
"Amazing, you hot liquid is frothing like a refrigerator. I can tell you are an easy spurter. It's okay if you want to release it. I wouldn't mind if you like to." Izuku felt a chill in his spine. Those very words came from the beautiful temptress Faunus earlier in his dorm.
"Yang, think of the consequences."
"I understand, Izuku. Thank you! Thank you for forcing myself onto you to show that you need to be rescued."
"Yang! Please!"
"Nope! If I can't have it willingly, then I am going to rape you. You're mine!"
Earlier that evening...
Shortly after entering the forest, snow was making its presence known. Immediately, Izuku retrieved his umbrella from his backpack. Yang was delighted, seeing that her future husband was prepared and to cover his damsel. Yang giggled, delighted in being shielded and protected from the snow. She couldn't wait for the certain protection that he will be needing for their moment alone. She wasn't sure about the snow but knew there was a flash flood warning approaching.
Yang couldn't keep her eyes off him. The lamppost served as the guiding light as they were heading to their destination - the lover's tree.
"The snow, the quietness, just the two of us," said Yang delightfully. "If it wasn't for the circumstances, this would look like a romantic stroll." The latter of which ended with a giggle.
Izuku couldn't agree more. However, he tried putting that in the back of his mind. After the sudden debacle with the Faunus, he proceeded with caution. Yang was part of Blake's party. He had heard of the rumor mill, stories about foreign girls and the things they do to lurk, unsuspecting Japanese boys, to their web of lies and deceit. Yet again, all of these were coming from the mouth of Katsuki Bakugo. A prolific liar, or at least to Izuku. Either way, it went, he needed to stay on his guard.
"You're quite quiet, sweetness," said Yang melodically, tightening the grip of their scarves. "Not really a talker?"
"It isn't that," said Izuku. "Just mindful whenever I am around strangers." He bowed apologetically. "No offense!"
Yang shook in disagreement. Shy, naive, and guarded, qualities of a man that she desired. She knew it was too good to be true and with her plan commencing, she knew there wasn't any turning back for her husband. She twiddled her thumbs. "A stranger is a friend that you have yet to meet." She pursed her lips. "Hope I am not making you feel uncomfortable, I-zu-ku!"
"You're not," said Izuku. Trying to change the subject, he went back to the subject at hand - the tour of the park. "What is it that you want to know about this park?"
"Well...the nature! What kind of species of animals? Is it a hangout spot for lovers? Do old people play chess here or something?" Yang tried using her sandwich theory, being able to use two unrelated topics to her main topic, the meat in the sandwich. Knowing her grade A meat was nearby, ready to be tenderized by this bread. She was willing to do anything to have this meat with her sandwich.
"We really don't come around this park often," replied Izuku. "I know I lot of older people use it to play chess or checkers. The locals run or walk."
"Is it a lover's lane?"
Izuku turned red. "I will presume it is so. Many spots to hide and be sneaky, I guess."
"Oh, being sneaky and hiding," she said sheepishly. "Sounds like someone has been playing around the park, haven't they?"
The emerald-haired teen shook his head. "No! Just have to guess. We are kids? Impressionable, I guess!"
"Oum, Izuku, you know you can be adorable," said Yang.
"I think adorable isn't the right word."
"But, you are adorable. I bet you have the girls ramming against your door on a daily basis."
"More being slammed doors."
"They didn't know what they were missing. Yet again, you were dealing with girls. Ever tried a woman?"
It was met with a coo. Izuku began to grow suspicion. He remembered how Blake cornered him upon their greeting. It started as innocent when Nezu reported him to his office and requested to give Blake a personal tour. Standing by Nezu with the look of subtly and modesty. Her eyes were centered at him. Initially, he concluded as a person who was observant, seeing if there were any kinks in his armor. Obeying the headmaster, he and Blake conducted her personal tour.
Not even fifteen minutes into the tour, Blake wanted to conduct a personal tour with his body.
At some point, he and Blake will meet again. Nezu assigned him to watch over the girls during weekend duty. He put his finger to his mouth, biting on the nail as he was pondering on what to do when he saw the Faunus again.
He made a promise to himself to have a talk with Blake about the incident. He also noted to be sure that whenever they do talk, it should be in a public venue with plenty of security cameras and security guards on staff. With the prowess of her womanhood and inhuman strength, who knew what could occur.
The snow began picking up and the wind began to carry. Izuku was grateful that he had his cap to keep his head warm. Meanwhile, Yang was thinking more invasive and perverted thoughts. Earlier before commencing her plan to have alone time with Izuku, she scouted the area. Wanting it to be accessible from the park entrance but far enough to be deep within, she used her knife to carve out her words. Thanks to the internet and worthless Japanese translation skills, everything was put into place. Upon the lover's tree, she would commence the next plan.
Yang stopped at their tracks. Her face was scanning as if she was looking for something. She gasped, pointing at the object-in-question. She clapped her hands. "There! There! There it is! There is the tree!"
Izuku turned his head when spotting the tree in question.
The tree hunkered low to the windswept ditch as if it wanted nothing more than to be sheltered by the tall grasses that waved golden in the early winter wind. Its branches fanned out wide, separating from each other like the petals of a blossom only a few feet or so from the ground. A few inches away, the lamppost shone its mightly light over the tree's trunk. It looked as if the tree was a grand attraction. The best-kept secret in the forest.
"How do you know that this is the tree," questioned Izuku. She paused, proceeding to hum as she continued studying the tree. "Izuku, use your cell phone flashlight to shine the tree. I think I am onto something."
Using his phone, Izuku shined the light over the tree.
Here lies this tree upon this path
That seeks lovers who want to last
When two become one and if they have faith
The duo shall kiss, forever their fate
"See! I knew we could find this tree." Yang took Izuku's hand as they were walking to the tree. By this time, the snow began leaving its snowflakes on the ground. Izuku felt concerned. As the air was getting thicker, he felt in his spirit that they shouldn't go any further. He needed to leave and head back to the exit.
"Listen, Yang! We've found the tree." He grabbed the collar of his shirt. "It is approaching curfew, so…"
The emerald teen was met with the blonde's arms wrapping around his. "C'mon, Izuku! It won't be too long. I promise. I just want to check out the tree and the symbolism of it." The blonde ran her hands over the silvery bark, feeling the blisters, the curling. It was like the paint that flaked from the side of her house, coming loose under the still-soft skin of her hands. "This tree has a history. I can just tell by the texture." She turned to Izuku with her soft, glowing eyes upon him. "Come and touch the tree."
Izuku stood afoot at the path. He wanted to head back. Something in his mind was telling him to leave. However, he didn't want to be a rude guest. Also, he was uncertain if Yang was to report this to Nezu. Since he wasn't in the mood in holding two buckets of water until the end of the term, he reluctantly made his way to where Yang was residing.
He put his hand to the tree. Feeling its texture. It reminded him of the days when he used to peel the seeds from pinecones. He frowned as he was lamenting on the days when Katsuki would use those very pinecones as projectiles.
"Why are you so far away," the blonde asked gingerly. "You are going to catch a cold."
"I think I am fine," said Izuku. "Besides…" He tried thinking of a word that he didn't want to appear he was being mean. "I am okay. Never you worry!"
Yang pursed her lips. A moment alone with Izuku and she was going to soak this up. She couldn't want to commence her next plan in which she can soak up something that wasn't in the metaphorical sense.
"Well, I will come to you." Yang pressed her way to Izuku's direction. This time, they were hip-to-hip, cheek-to-cheek. "There, you are within my reach."
"Yang, I don't want to sound rude but this isn't formal on meeting with strangers."
"Izuku, remember what I said? A stranger is only a friend that has yet to meet," said Yang. "I hope I am not making you feel uncomfortable. I just want to be sure we can get along." She batted her eyes. "Are we friends, Izuku?"
Izuku stared blankly. He couldn't help but noticed that her hands were wrapping around his fingers. "Are we friends?"
Izuku nodded. "Sure! We are friends!"
Yang closed her eyes, showing her damsel-like smile. "We are? Good! I am glad that we are friends."
Meanwhile…
Blake was lying on the couch in the living room alone. The television was on but she wasn't paying any attention. With her head resting at the arm of the couch, she was reading Izuku's permanent record. Wearing nothing but a white t-shirt and white panties, she was serenading herself while listening to Juice Wrld and the future plans with her cinnamon roll.
She rubbed her breast, squeezing it tightly, wishing she could be a mother. It disheartened her to read his profile. She kept her legs, trying not to have a second coming. Plus, she wasn't sure when the others were coming back.
She presumed that Yang was in her bedroom. The duo barely interacted when they crossed paths earlier that evening. They were supposedly best friends, keeping in touch with each other on their comings-and-goings. They were each other's aces. Admittedly, they had their experimented moments together. Nevertheless and despite their passionate and intimate relationship between friends, they had one thing that consistently argued about - their passion for submissive, defenseless boys.
She didn't regret lying to the others about her feigning stomach illness to have alone time with Izuku. It was worth the wait. She couldn't forget his cute face as he stood in Principal Nezu's office when being assigned to conduct a personal tour with her. He looked adorable, a sweet puppy that needs to dote with lots and lots and lots of love from the Faunus. Maternal instincts were kicked in, knowing that the urges of wanting to be filled with his seeds. Knowing that she was going to have him to herself. That little moment in his bedroom was minute for the things to come when she gets him to herself again.
For no matter what, Izuku could never say no to cute girls. He was too shy to tell and wouldn't tell anybody.
The brunette sat up as she closed the files of her future husband. She made a mental note in paying Katsuki Bakugo a personal visit whenever they start classes. She knew that the blond bastard had a weak constitution for attention. Maybe the cliche cherry blossom-scented note in his cubby and meeting somewhere isolated and there weren't any witnesses could suffice.
The unlocking of the door interrupted Blake's thoughts. She saw that it was Ruby. "Ta-dai-ma," she said while giggling. I always wanted to say that!" She turned to her roommate/teammate. "Hey, Blakey," said Ruby in her usual friendly demeanor as she closed the door. She whistled when seeing Blake's appearance. "Expecting company later?"
Turning red from embarrassment, she grabbed the throw cover to cover herself. It was met with laughter from the redhead-brunette. "Just kidding, Blakey!" She began noticing the still silence beyond the living room. "Where are Weiss and Yang?"
Blake turned off the television and removed her headphones from her cell phone while pondering on Ruby's question. "Weiss said that she was going to a tea shop that Yui Kodai recommended. Yang should be in her bedroom."
Ruby nodded when getting her answer. "Great! I am going to drop off some stuff in my room before making dinner. Are you hungry?"
"I can eat!"
"Great!"
Blake watched as Ruby walked melodically to her bedroom. Blake took the opportunity to head the files under the couch for the time being. No way in hell were they going to have the ammunition of taking her cinnamon roll. Scratching her underarms and in need of a shower, she stood up as she prepared to take a bath and call it a night. School was to be attended and this Faunus needed her eight hours.
As she was headed toward the hallway, she was met with Ruby. "Yang isn't in her room."
"She isn't?!" She isn't?! The Faunus' ears twitched. Antennas were raised. She knew that Yang was up to something.
"She left her scroll and her cell phone on the desk," said Ruby. "However, she did leave a note." Ruby reached for her glasses in her pocket to read Yang's note. "'In search of a hope chest.'"
Blake's eyes went wide upon hearing those words from Ruby's mouth. Her yellow eyes were darting from place to place. The voices in her head were taunting her.
I bet Yang is with Izuku!
You're not going to cry, are you, Blake?
Get the molasses out of your ass, Blake and get that blonde bitch, Blakey!
Izuku is mine, Blake! Mine, mine, mine, mine, MINE!
Yang and Izuku sitting in a tree! F-U-C-K-I-N-G!
Get your cinnamon roll, Blake!
Yang is having a fill of cinnamon roll with some MILK!
I did not have sexual relations with that woman, Miss Lewinsky.
I still see the shadows in my room. Can't take back the love that I gave you.
"Blake...Blake?!"
The Faunus returned to reality when hearing her name. "Yeah?!"
Ruby covered her mouth. "Oh, dear! Your hand is bleeding!" Blake saw her hand covered in her blood. Her hand was tightly fisted, even to the point that her knuckles were turning a palish white.
"Let me go and get a towel from the bathroom," said Ruby as she hurriedly went to the bathroom. Blake watched as the blood dripped to the floor. She felt she was having a premonition. Blood dropping to the white floor.
"This chase, this dance, this game you were doing. So adorable of you to run away. You wanted me to catch you. To rescue you! You want me to be your savior! You're testing me. Everything was a test!"
YOU LITTLE BITCH!
Back to Yang and Izuku…
Izuku observed the carvings on the tree. Yang was taking pictures of the tree. As Yang continued flashing pictures with her camera, Izuku was feeling another chill. It wasn't often discernment was calling him, especially when Katsuki wasn't within the vicinity. It was off; the words, the grammar. It looked similar to the woods on the piece of paper.
"You're quiet again, sweetness." Izuku was startled when she approached at his crosshairs without warning. "Are you enamored by this tree as well?"
Scratching his head, he was feeling the texture. "The carvings seemed fresh. Too fresh!"
"Well, it's wintertime and could be shedding."
"Not like this, it wouldn't!" Izuku knew the poetry wasn't his strong suit but when it came to rhyme scheme with the Japanese language, rhyming wasn't the intention, unless it was out of coincidence. The strokes of the kanji and every time he touched it, the bark continued to peel. He didn't need to think any further.
He was being ensnared in a trap.
He slowly backed away from the tree. When he saw Yang was focusing away from him, he turned away and headed toward the path.
SLIP!
Izuku tripped from the bags he was carrying. He forgot about them. After getting up, he saw a bag that wasn't his. If he remembered correctly, Yang was carrying a bag when they crossed paths earlier. Upon seeing the bag, he saw a pack of yellow Canvas paper.
And an opened pack of permanent markers.
"Izuku, honey?"
The emerald teen shuddered when seeing Yang standing over him. Her eyes were gazing onto him, giving him a haunting stare. "What's the matter? It seems as though you've seen a ghost."
He tried keeping his composure, not trying to alert or draw suspicion to Yang that he was aware of her plot. "I am okay! Look! It is getting late and getting very cold. I am going to take off. But, you are more than welcome to enjoy the sight. Just be careful coming back."
At the same time, he hated being rude but it was now necessitated to head back.
"Izuku! You aren't going to leave me in the cold, are you?"
"No, I don't! But I want to go back!"
"Okay, okay! One more thing and we can go, I promise." She stood looking at the tree. Izuku was getting up. He wasn't expecting the next set of words to come out of Yang's mouth.
Here lies a tree upon the path
That seeks lovers, Yang and Izuku, who want to last
When we become one and if we have faith
The duo shall kiss, forever their fate
Yang twisted her body, leaving a tiny distance between them. "Yang, this is fate that is allowing us to be together. When we've crossed paths. The union of scarves, sharing the umbrella. I knew how gentle you were and how sweet you were. This is fate, Izuku! Fate!"
Her distance between him was narrowing. Every time he backed away, she moved closer.
"Izuku, we are in love. We are lovers! This tree, it says so! We are in love. Therefore, to make this fate come true, I will have to kiss you."
Izuku felt that this woman has been listening to too many novellas. He began chuckling. More so out of nervousness than anything. "Have you been drinking the kool-aid? This is getting awkward, Yang. I was told that you were a jokester in the group."
Yang wasn't moved by Izuku's laughter. "That's not funny. I said that it is very NOT funny!" The latter sent another chill to Izuku's spine. Especially when Yang's eyes were glowing into the night. It silenced him. "We are in love, Izuku Midoriya! You are my man! No one else is going to touch you, feel you, love you, talk to you, FUCK you! Only me!" She clicked her tongue while laughing manically. "Now, let's not be selfish, Izuku! Come to me, my love."
Fight or flight kicked in for Izuku. In a panic, Izuku ran away from her. As he was gaining his distance away from her, he began questioning if all girls from Vale were like that.
Izuku, darling? Why are you running! You are going to get lost! Darling, don't!
Ah! I know what this is? Kiss chase, of course!
I know I will find you. I will find you, darling! We are gonna kiss and fall in love. We're going to get married. Have children! Oh, Oum! I can't wait for you to scream my name on this snowy night.
Ready or not, here I come! I love you!
And oh, I do! Can't wait to be filled by your seeds! Oh, this night is so beautiful. A winter wonderland! Can't wait, Izuku! Here I come! Here I come! HERE. I. COME!
Yang took her time as she strolled along the trail. A good student always studies her surroundings before pursuing this. Therefore, it wouldn't be too long before catching Izuku.
"Here I come, my darling cinnamon roll," she said in a sing-song.
Meanwhile…
Weiss cursed under her breath for losing sight of Yang and Izuku. She stood impatiently at the crosswalk while waiting for the light to change. She didn't expect the influx of college students and salarymen filling the arteries of the metropolis. The Snow Princess wished that she had her weapon but she wasn't allowed to take it with her. Now relying on her wits, she had to find a way to have her idiot Izuku into her grasp.
"Excuse me, miss! You wouldn't Weiss Schnee, would you?"
Weiss turned her head to the person-in-question. It was a blonde teenager that looked similar in age. He was sporting the UA High uniform. Wearing a fedora and having a wooden cane in his hand, he leaned back. Weiss questioningly propped her eyebrow at the off-centered, wannabe playboy. "Who is asking?"
The student produced a wink, which emitted stars from his eye. He tilted his fedora once more as he displayed his smile. "Who's asking, who's asking?" He reached into his pocket, showcasing his business card to the Snow Princess. "My card, my dear!"
Yuga Aoyama
French Connoisseur and Student Representative-At-Arms
UA High School
"Also international playboy," replied Yuga. "But I couldn't fit any more characters into the card." He made a smirk while reaching for Weiss' hand. "I couldn't help but see you alone in this cold metropolis on a cold and snowy night." In an attempt of kissing her hand, she snatched it away. Keeping his composure, he kept a friendly demeanor. The tsundere type! My favorite! "Are you in distress? Are you lost?"
Weiss, within, looked disgusted. How couldn't she forget about him? When they were standing on stage when introduced by Principal Nezu, she couldn't forget his raping eyes. His blue eyes were burning at her retina. So much so that she could feel the heat. "Yuga Aoyama. I remember you! Class 1-A, right?"
"Correct, my dear. I mean, enchante, mademoiselle!"
Weiss could already tell about his poor attempts to wooing her. It already irked her enough that she will be attending 1-A with him, but the more he was interrupting her, the more she was going to lose Izuku. "Listen, Aoyama!"
"Call me, Yuga, mademoiselle!"
"Okay, Yuga. I am in the middle of an important errand. Shall we talk tomorrow in class?"
Before she could leave, he tried grabbing her attention. "Hey, Musutafu is a big town. I am not sure that you can handle yourself alone. Not without assistance."
"I think I will be fine, Yuga. Plus, I am a woman familiar to nobility. Notice that I am interchangeably speaking English and Japanese with you? Now, good night, Mr. Aoyama!"
"Wait! Can I at least treat you to welcoming scones and teas? There is a cafe nearby. At least let me treat you!"
Weiss was trying to keep her patience. By now, her weapon could blast him into kingdom come. However, she wanted to be subtle. One of her personal philosophies - never involve any neutrals unless they are threatening her Izuku.
Suddenly, she had another idea.
"Yuga?"
Yuga strained his face when hearing her say his name. "Yes, m'lady?"
"You live in the UA dorms, don't you?"
"Unfortunately, yes! Mama and Papa wanted me to interact with the commoners! Your reason, may I ask?"
Weiss stroked the hairs with her fingers. Playing the part of a flirt, she decided on her plan. "Aoyama, you mentioned about the cafe. Is it highly recommended?" Yuga felt his heart beating when her digits spread on his chest. He could even smell her honeydew perfume.
"Yes, one of the best in the city. I know the chef personally."
Weiss produced a smirk. "Charmed! I think I can cancel that errand for some scones and some tea." She reached for his hand. "Care to escort me, Yu-ga A-o-ya-ma?!"
Yuga wanted to have a happy dance. He was grateful to God to have a date with the foreign girl from Beacon. "Great!" He changed his composure to have more confidence. "I mean, shall we go, m'lady?"
Weiss was the daughter of Jacques and Willow Schnee. If anything she had learned from her parents, it was strategies.
To snare a man, Weiss, you must keep a smile. Show him love and compassion at dinner and kill him at dessert.
Weiss, darling. You don't have to put out to make a man come. Just be sweet as honey and string his instrument before getting what you want.
Yang was safe for now. Weiss was going to find another strategy to get Izuku.
A good Izuku is hard to chase. But, oh, what fun it is!
To be continued...