Hey, guys! GOTA, here, with the latest installment of 'My Izuku's Keeper!' In this chapter, Blake gets treated for her wounds from Recovery Girl. However, there are deeper wounds that would require a rabbit's touch. Meanwhile, Denki and Minoru are in town for a favor until they see something that stands out of place. Later, Shouto and Momo return to the dorm where they meet an uninvited guest. What will happen? Stay tuned!

Earlier that night….

Denki checked his cell phone and saw that it wasn't long before curfew. The only reason why he was perusing downtown was because he needed to compensate for the chocolate tea Aoyama adored so much. How should the electric blond know that the 40% cacao was exclusively his? Most people who leave stuff in the refrigerator normally leave their names on it.

He took a sharp breath. "Great! And my mother isn't giving me my allowance until Sunday." He placed his hand in his pockets. "And today's is Monday!"

"I wouldn't say this trip was a total waste. Look at the neat stuff we got." It was his sidekick and one-half of the perverted duo, Minoru was speaking happily. Like a dog who received an abundance of treats, the happy-go-lucky teen was holding onto vintage magazines from yesteryear. "Delicious yummy!" The grapehead dwarf said as he lucked his lips. "And this is the uncensored kind! Vintage triangular bushes! My night is definitely filled."

The blond frowned. "More like you got." He stared awkwardly at the dwarf. "For your sake, wash your hands first. You did find those at the dumpster, you know." "Matter of fact, you and the dumpster do share strong qualities with each other." Denki wanted this to be a quick trip, but the ball-and-chain came along. In the end, it worked out as the cost of the chocolate tea exhausted what would have been his bus fare back.

"Whatever," the teen scoffed as he tightly embraced the stacks of magazines. "My dreams are being fulfilled." He sucked through his teeth. "All I need is one of those foreigner girl's panties and my night will be set." He tilted his head slightly to the left. "Ashido's scent is starting to fade away."

Denki stuck out his tongue. "Gross!" He looked at his cell phone again. "Let's hurry up and head back. It's almost curfew and no way in hell am I gonna hold pails for you again all because you can't go five minutes without keeping your dick in your pants." He was recalling the days when he had to go and rescue Minoru from the underbelly of Musutafu's red light districts, sex shops, and 24-hour manga cafes. Either played a bad hand, ran out of funds, or caught a red hand - only God knew what it would be in those situations.

"Hey," he retorted. "The Batman signal knows when something is afoot!" Minoru smiled as that is the nickname he gave his penis.

"Less of a bat and more of a roach but I can't tell him that. He is my way back home!" Denki dug into his pockets as he turned to the direction of the train station.

As Minoru trailed behind Denki, he parted his mouth. "Say, Denki, did you think of which girl you wanna romance?"

The electric blond raised his eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"C'mon, man, don't be cute! Four beautiful damsels from another universe! Each sexy in their own way. A buffet right in front of us and all we have to do is pick our entree!"

"Jesus, Minoru, not everyone is thinking about getting laid all of the time."

"That's because if you quit focusing on Jirou, then you can choose your pick."

"What me and Jirou do is our business."

"Let me guess? Saving herself for marriage? Delaying on going steady? It's not you, it's me not being ready," asked Minoru inquisitively with a teasing tone. "Waiting for her big break to give you a reward-"

"Okay, okay! Jesus, enough!" Denki deadpanned as a teardrop appeared from his forehead. "I didn't think this would be so damn hard being in the zone." A few weeks ago, the electric blond wrote a love letter to the rocker teen. She did respond, but said that she hasn't decided and to give her time with her decision. He and Jirou still hung out in group gatherings and when they were alone, typically, it was a walk to her dorm. A friendly wave before going their separate ways.

"You call it the zone? Funny, friend!" Minoru pursed his lips. "If I were you, drop Nirvana Killjoy and get with Valhalla. I bet a girl like Yang could rock your world."

"The blondie, buddy?"

"I didn't mention the singer, guy."

"Hmm, Yang?" Denki averted his eyes. "Granted we have the same kind of hair and she is cute. I wouldn't say she isn't exactly my type." He patted his pockets. "She seems like the type that you would be the one saying her name and it's you getting pregnant instead."

"Please!" The grapehead dwarf scoffed. "I could lay all these girls down and have them serving me like Denny's." He slapped his chest. "I'm like the Japanese Motel 6 of the game. The light stays on!"

"You're not making your case any easier." The boys stopped at a crosswalk. Minoru continued talking. "Honestly, I am trying to score with Weiss Schnee."

"The icy, ice queen."

"Yep!"

"Dude! Really?!"

Minoru chuckled. "A girl like Schnee needs somebody to tame that." He slapped Denki's back. "A tsundere?! Easy! I think once I finesse her with my charm, she would be like Little Caesars - hot and ready for my Batman."

"Damn, dude! Now I can say you're going too far," interjected Denki. "And if I recall earlier in class when Aizawa-sensei was reassigning seats, he made sure that you and the girls were in opposite directions from each other."

"Sensei was jealous! Probably mad that Kayama-sensei was depriving him or something," said Minoru. "I've heard that Ms. Joke isn't allowing him to put some extra cream in her pie if you know what I mean."

"I'm this close to walking back to school and taking the punishment." Although he and Minoru shared similar proclivities in regards to women, the sixteen-year-old still has a subtle approach (or in this instance, a lesser degree to his perversion). "Either way, we don't know these girls. We really didn't get a chance to really speak with them. They were getting adjusted with Nezu." He scratched his chin before snapping his fingers. "And if I remember correctly, it was Midoriya who had the duty of being their student advisor."

Minoru was halted. "Deku?!"

Denki nodded to confirm.

"Izuku Midoriya?! In charge of those beauties? Pfff!" The grapehead dwarf scoffed loudly. "That's gonna be easy. He can barely handle his quirk let alone handle beauties like them." The grapehead chuckled. "I bet if a girl like Belladonna or Schnee, hell even Xiao Long blew into his ear, or whispered a sweet nothing, he would easily cream his pants!" Minoru didn't feel threatened. He believed Nezu picked Midoriya because he would be the least interest of the group to be ogling them crazily. Plus, he felt that Midoriya had the hots for Uraraka, thus leaving more opportunities to pursue the girls of Beacon.

"Be that as it may, it's Deku's responsibility." Denki scratched the back of his head.

"He can be responsible to watch," said Minoru. "Whereas I wanna watch myself bathing in the cream of those Beacon babes. Grabbing that Bellabooty and burying myself in those asschecks. Hide my dick inside of Yang's large mounds. Having that Schnee girl bow down to me as I give her something richer than caviar and her daddy's credit cards." He bit his lip. "As for Ruby, she's subtle, very fragile. The type that…."

"The type that what," asked Denki, knowing and fearing where it would lead.

The dwarf stretched his arms skyward. "Do you think Ruby is a squirter? Or the one that cries like a kitten when she moans?"

Denki rolled his eyes, deciding it was best to not further engage. The two were approaching the train station when he decided to alert Yuga about getting his tea. He reached into his pocket and retrieved his cell phone. "Let me call Aoyama to let him know that I got his chocolate tea."

"You do that as I get a sneak peek of what my tonight's gonna be," said Minoru as he grinned feverishly. "Is tonight a Marvin Gaye and baby oil night or a Green Day and lotion kind of night?!"

Denki shuddered as he didn't want to picture Minoru's self-discovery. As he was phoning Yuga, the line trilled momentarily until he didn't get an answer. "Hmm! I'm surprised he isn't picking up. This man specifically told me about bringing this tea before he goes to bed. And to be sure that it is 40% cacao."

"I did see him trying to be sweet on Schnee earlier today...poorly that is," said Minoru as he chuckled. "The French prince believes that he could soothe her Parisian style." He cackled. "The poor fool. Plus, isn't Schnee a German last name? Probably want retribution for Hilter's takeover."

"He fails to register that she isn't an Earthling! Poor fool!" He overlooked Minoru's failure with Remnant-Earth relations and decided to call Yuga again. Also, he remembered Jirou telling him to come by as she wanted to show him something with her music. He called Yuga's number again. As the line trilled, he was still waiting on a response.

"Denki!"

"Not now, Minoru. I'll talk about which girl you want to fantasize about later."

Denki then felt Minoru tugging his shirt, causing him to look at the dwarf. Minoru pointed at the gangway a few feet away.

"Do you hear that," asked Minoru. "It sort...sort of sounds like Yuga's ringtone." He looked up to the electric blond. "Hang up and try again!"

"That's the story of your life, but in this instance, let's" Denki redailed Yuga's number. A few feet away, he heard something rattling against the trash can. It was a familiar ringtone that Yuga would use. "Watch my back! I've got your front!" The blond stood in a defensive stance. It was unlikely that the League of Villains would set a trap like this, nevertheless, it wouldn't be the first time the group did something outlandish.

Minoru surveyed the area behind Denki as he slowly perched into the gangway. Denki hoped that he wouldn't have to use his Quirk to deter any enemies. With the phone continuing to trill, he could hear the ringtone getting closer.

"Dude, this is getting weird," said Minoru worriedly.

Denki put his finger to his lips, inciting silence. He continued to slowly walk into the gangway until he saw the trash can that could pinpoint the origin of the ringtone.

"Bingo!" Denki whispered softly. He saw the phone rolling on the concrete next to the trash can. On the phone, he could see his face on the screen. "This is Aoyama's phone!" The teen concluded as he crouched over and picked up the phone. "Hmm!" He scratched his head. This was aberrant. Why would Aoyama leave his phone in an alley, he thought. That phone was an accessory, a part of the French blond. Worried thoughts filled his mind as this was certainly out of character.

"There is his phone but no Yuga," said Minoru. "And why would his phone be lying on the concrete?"

"Asking pertinent questions," interjected Denki. "And why would it be, especially since I am in town doing this?" He scoffed under his breath. "If he was going to do that, I could have given him the money."

"Guess he thought you couldn't be trusted," said Minoru with a cheeky grin.

"Do you dare to say that in the eyes of Mina...and Momo...and...Toru." Denki could go on and on about Minoru's conquest of exploring the wonders of panties and stockings.

"Duty noted." Minoru had a disappointed look on his face. Before he could lament, he saw something a few feet further. "Dude, is that a...is that…" He covered his mouth. "What in the hell?"

"What?" Denki turned around. He looked in the direction of Minoru.

At the nearby dumpster. Due to the lack of lighting, he couldn't be sure as it could be the track of the eyes. However, if Minoru thinks what he thinks it is, then this could be fearful.

"Minoru, have Aizawa-sensei on standby." Denki said assertively. "If it is serious, call 911!"

Minoru nodded in confirmation. Denki prepared himself for the worse. He hoped that the obstruction in the dumpster wasn't a hand. He hoped to God that it was a dummy - a lifeless dummy and not a lifeless dummy that was called Yuga.

Denki felt the moisture escaping his pores and onto his underarms. He approached the dumpster. Upon observation, the object in question looked like porcelain.

It was a hand.

"Shit...Aoyama!" The electric blond didn't want to jump to conclusions. His heartbeat increased and his fear heightened. The last thing he wanted to see was a body. Slowly, he grabbed the lid of the dumpster. Upon opening, he saw what he needed to see.

"Minoru! Come help me!"

The grapehead dwarf heard the harkened cries of his friend. Immediately, he rushed to his aid.

"Come and help me get Aoyama out of here," shouted Kaminari as he grabbed Aoyama's hand. Minoru put one foot on the dumpster to use as leverage. Both worked together as they pulled Aoyama out of the dumpster.

Denki dragged him away from the dumpster. Aoyama's face was covered in filth. His clothes and shoes weren't there, with the exception of his briefs.

"Check and see if he is breathing," asked Minoru as he tried finding a pulse. Denki did as he was told. He placed his ear above Aoyama's mouth. His face flattened. "Nothing!"

Minoru looked at Denki concerningly, trying his best not to panic. "Perform chest compressions. I will have to give him CRP."

"Don't you mean CPR?"

"No, as in crap, my first kiss is gonna be from a guy."

[insert comedic drop from Denki here]

Denki shook his head as he placed his hands over Aoyama's chest and began performing chest compressions. As he proceeded to do so, Minoru puckered up. "At least I had my indirect kisses with the girls' panties." He cried internally as he placed his lips around Aoyama's lips.

Minoru frowned as he inserted the breath of life inside of Yuga.

Denki continued performing chest compressions for a few moments. "Wake up, Aoyama, damn it! This chocolate tea is non-refundable, damn you, bastard!"

Minoru pulled away. Spitting away from them as he never expected his lips would be from Yuga. He looked to the heavens, feeling cursed as he placed his lips around Yuga again.

"Wake up," said Denki. "I could be laying on Jirou's bed right now (in my dreams)!"

Minoru continued breathing air into Yuga. "Pretend I am kissing Blake. Yeah, Blake Belladonna. Kissing and bathing the kitty's lips. Hmm, tasty! Blake...stop, I am kissing Yuga. Don't get a boner...Bellabooty...Ruby's booty...Yang's big mounds...what...what…" He felt something wiggling inside of his mouth.

Along with the arms tightly embracing his neck.

Minoru cried, squirming as he realized that Yuga was back from the dead.

Denki saw Minoru's plight and decided to help.

Well, not before taking a picture (in case of something in the future).

"Stop it, you bastard," cried Minoru as he slapped Yuga's chest. Minoru got up and fell backward toward the dumpster.

Aoyama, in a daze, looked at the two in question. Upon doing so, his face turned in disgust. "Denki? Minoru?" The stunned teen touched his lips and looked at the receiver in question - Minoru.

"Oh, hell! I wanna barf!" He began retching. "No way did I have my first kiss with Grapehead."

Minoru, rubbing the back of head, felt the mutualism behind this. "That makes the two of us." He spat on the ground. "Why tongue, Frenchy?!"

Yuga sat up. He looked at his surroundings. "This isn't the love motel." He then saw his attire, or lack thereof. "And where is my Snow White?"

"Snow White," asked Minoru inquisitively.

Yuga blew a raspberry. "Nevermind." He looked skyward to see the snow beginning to precipitate. "My dear, dashing friends. Would you mind if I could borrow something to cover myself?"

Denki could already tell that there was a backstory of Yuga's current juncture. He took off his jacket and handed it to Yuga. He eyed Minoru, suggesting that he did the same.

"Dude," interjected Minoru. "It's cold as hell!"

The electric blond grabbed his cell phone and showed the grapehead his keepsake of his first kiss.

"You wouldn't," protested Minoru.

"Miseme or Miuke? Your choice," retorted Denki.

Minoru frowned as he took off his coat and handed it to Yuga.

Yuga stared awkwardly as he had to share clothes, especially non-designer clothes from Denki and Minoru of all people. Nevertheless, he now knew the feeling of being a beggar. "Thanks," he said as he grabbed the clothes to cover his shame.

Denki just glared at him expressionlessly. "Aoyama, what are you doing here? Better yet, why are you here?"

The French blonde used Minoru's coat and covered his hips. Although cold, it would have to do for the time being. "I...I…" He touched his forehead, feeling a bit of dried blood. "Man, my head hurts!"

Denki already knew that curfew had arrived. "Let's go to the train station and head back to school. You can explain to us on the way."

Yuga nodded as he was staggering to get himself up. "Did you get my chocolate tea?"

Less than five minutes ago, the French blond was found partially naked in the dumpster on a cold, snowy night and the only thing worrying him was his chocolate tea.

Denki shook his head disappointingly. "Yes, your 40% cacao."

"45%."

"What," asked Denki.

"I said 45% cacao!" Yuga deadpanned at Denki. "God, can't you get one direction right?!" He looked skyward as he cursed. "Lord, am I being tested by you? Because I'm certainly going to fail."

The electric blond rolled his eyes as he muttered to himself, knowing that he would have to deal with this later.

Back to the present….

It wasn't often that Recovery Girl did house calls. In actuality, this was outside of her job description. Nevertheless, her stipend was funded by her UA paymasters, Ozpin, and the Schnee Dust Company. Her role as a nurse was to ensure the safety of the Beacon girls. Once again, she didn't mind helping the girls. She just didn't think she would be doing it on their first week here.

And at two o'clock in the morning.

And they have barely been here forty-eight hours.

Blake hissed the moment she felt the antiseptic was placed above her eyebrow. A cut and stitches to accessorize, a parting gift from her so-called best friend after some words and hits were exchanged. Yang was quite the sprinter, running through the window when Blake got the upper hand. What did the blonde expect from the sneaky, tactful ninja-like Blake? When it comes to getting her eye on the prize, she would do it by any means necessary. Any woman becomes dangerous when desperate. In other words, she used cheap shots toward Yang when the temptress dragon previously had the upper hand. It was a losing battle and the Faunus didn't want to lose.

Plus, there weren't any rules when it was street rules.

The amber-eyed Faunus made hissing noises as she felt the tiny nurse applying a bandage to her cut. To have tiny hands, they felt like solid concrete balls. "Just hold still, Missy! I have always thought huntresses could take worse blows than this. My eight-year-old grandnephew likes to think he is Frogger from the video game and dodges cars for sport."

Blake didn't reply nor needed to be compared to tiny gremlins. Dodging cars and fighting Grimm were two different things, at least he had a choice with the former. However, she wasn't going to say anything about it. This was short notice so the teen was grateful. And judging by the presentation of her apartment, things could have been worse and the last thing she needed was to involve anyone from the UA administration.

Recovery Girl placed her stethoscope on the Faunus' chest. She listened for any irregular heartbeats or other things that alerted concern. She ignored the mess of the apartment. She was used to teenage shenanigans. Class 1-A was a prime example of trouble and the fact that Blake and her classmates were enrolled in the class, not only was it a recipe for disaster, they would blend in very well with their new classmates.

The elderly woman pulled away her stethoscope and put it in her medical kit. "I suggest taking it easy for the next few days when it involves combating. I was certain that I heard your heart located at your spleen." She then produced a toothy grin when seeing the amber-eyed teen's worried face. "Just kidding, Missy! Just add some ice on your sore spots and you'll be good as new." "Physically at least!"

Blake thanked the nurse as she extended her arms. The war wounds were worth the price of admission if it meant having her beloved Izuku to herself.

"So you say that your friend…" She paused to look at the medical records. "Yang Xiao Long attacked you out of the blue?"

"Yes, ma'am," answered Blake politely. "Yang can have these mean streaks and just goes berserk. All gas and no brakes!"

"I think you have found your match, Bakugo!" "Mmm...Just by the decor alone, she definitely made herself right at home," replied Recovery Girl.

Blake bowed apologetically. "Forgive me, Sensei! I promise to have this place clean so Nezu or Ozpin doesn't find out."

"I wouldn't worry about the old man. We can say that it was 'first day jitters,'" said Recovery Girl. "I am not sure how often Aizawa-sensei, Yamada-sensei, or Kayama-sensei would come to visit and inspect you, but I recommend keeping things organized." Recovery Girl smiled as she closed her medical kit. "Oh, and one more thing." The granny proceeded to kick Blake in the shin.

"Ouch!" Blake yelped. "What was that for, old hag?!"

"This old hag isn't stupid either," retorted Recovery Girl as her eyes glared at the Faunus. "I've taken care and healed brats like you for years. No one fights without reason here!" She looked at the broken vacuum cleaner, a blowtorch, several holes in the walls, a broken window, and a broken picture of Blake and Yang severed in half. "And judging by the equipment used in this, this has to be a lover's quarrel of a triangle." She poked Blake's knee. "So, who is the guy?!"

"What guy?!" Blake asked nervously. She wasn't going to tell Recovery Girl about her fight with Yang over Izuku. If she did, then it meant that Recovery Girl was going to tell Nezu. If she told Nezu, then Nezu was going to tell Ozpin. She wasn't going to lose her chances with Izuku and head back to Remnant. Thoughts were looming in her mind on doing the necessary to stay at UA (even it meant taking Recovery Girl out of the picture).

"Missy, I wasn't born yesterday. Mphf! The hanger, the vacuum cleaner are pinpointed signs that somebody has a bun in the oven." She whistled loudly. "And somebody didn't like it and wanted to take it out prematurely! So, let me ask again, is it about a boy?"

"No, Sensei!" Blake feigned ignorance. "I'll admit that we were fighting! But, it wasn't over a boy. Oftentimes, she has these mad mood swings. I know she takes medication. You can check her record over at Beacon. She has many priors for fighting!" She wasn't lying. Countless fights ranging from Junior to her own mother, she would probably fight her teachers if it meant it could take her somewhere. Be that as it may, the Faunus didn't mind putting her (ex) best friend under the bus. Would she do the same for her if it was about Izuku? Izuku was an important asset as he was going to be the father of their children. How adorable would it be to have Faunus children with semblances and quirks? While Blake prepared their future and dismantled his plans with any future girl (bodies), Recovery Girl kept her suspicions as she continued writing in her notes.

"I will keep that in mind, Ms. Belladonna," she said calmly but with a hint of suspicion. "As you may or may not know, UA takes a high standard when it comes to representation and reputation. You all are our honored guests, therefore, I highly expect greater from you guys. Foreigners, particularly you guys, are looked upon differently. It is quite hard for citizens of Remnant to obtain passports in this universe without following proper protocols and procedures, let alone acquiring visas to even become citizens. Fortunately, I am aware of your history as well as the cold prejudices you face being a Faunus. Nevertheless, you are staying in a universe in which quirks are as common as the common cold. However, Missy, because you are a guest, the reputation that you carry will follow you. If you eventually consider wanting to become a Pro Hero in lieu of a huntress, I highly suggest controlling your temper and obtaining self-control. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"It is unfortunate to have missed Ms. Long," she said. "If she does have any visible wounds, which is highly probable, have her come and see me at my office."

"Yes, ma'am!"

"I do expect better for you guys to get along. We don't often have students live off-campus," she told Blake. "Normally, I would report this. Honestly, I should report this."

Recovery Girl wasn't going to investigate further. It was past the twilight hour and she had an early breakfast meeting with a hero agency at eight in the morning. However, she did make it in her mind to keep an eye on these Beacon girls. Day one and fights break out, she could already smell trouble. They were definitely class 1-A's Remnant counterparts.

"But, I won't tell Nezu or your advisors...this time," she said matter-of-factly. "I highly suggest you and your teammates clean up as soon as possible." She made a loud audible sigh. "I'll talk to one of our student's parents. They own a construction company - Uraraka Construction. I believe that they can fill the holes in the walls and fix the broken window. Judging by their desperation to advertise, they can use the money."

Blake gratefully bowed at Recovery Girl. "Thank you, Sensei!" She put her hands in a praying position. "Trust me that you won't regret it."

"I love that famous line. It means failure! They are Class 1-A in spades!" Recovery Girl smiled at the Faunus. "Get that taken care of as soon as possible. I'll be seeing you around, Ms. Belladonna. I will definitely keep my eye on you." She nodded at her as she took her leave. She grabbed the doorknob. "By the way, if it is about a boy, I recommend focusing on your studies. Student relationships are highly discouraged as it is deemed as a distraction at UA."

"I understand, Sensei."

"Also, if you don't want a bun in the oven, stick it in the smoker next time, would you?" She winked at Blake. Blake stared and blinked twice at the tiny nurse. "I wouldn't think this would be needed this quickly," she said to her as she was rummaging through her medical bag. She pulled out a tiny box and tossed it to the Faunus.

"Keep safe and wrap it up," she told the teen. "Safe sex is the best sex. With so many people getting diseases and incurable ailments, it is highly recommended. And you're too young and pretty to have little kitty cats right now." She bowed at Blake. "Come and see me in a week. I need to run a physical examination on you and the rest of the girls. I hope you can get along better by then. Good night!"

Recovery Girl opened the door and closed it swiftly.

Blake wouldn't like anything more than to take her Gambol Shroud and wrap it around the old lady's throat. She had a lot of nerve in kicking her shin. Blake would do anything to have Izuku in her grasp and Recovery Girl wanted to report it to that animal experiment gone wrong. The next time that old hag returns and makes a threat, she better use her quirk, that way she has a fighting chance.

As for the mess, she knew Ruby would take care of it. Weiss didn't know what cleaning up was unless it involved a maid. Yang was fortunate to make her escape. It would be just like a rat to hide in the darkness to fester with her vermin kind. The amber-eyed teen told herself to relax. Everything was neutralized...for now.

Now, it was time for her next objective - to obtain her Izuku.

Unbeknownst to the emerald-haired cutie, the amber-eyed ninja had to bring her love toolkit. Nothing shows her love than to have her maiden tools - picklocks, screwdriver, switchblades, nylon rope, duct tape, chloroform, a blowtorch, and shaved keys. The key to her lover's heart...and dorm.

She walked over shattered glass, broken particleboard, and sheetrock. On top of the mantle was a Bible given to the group as a present from class 1-B student, Ibara Shiozaki. She produced a cheeky grin. "For once, this book is actually useful," she said to herself as she opened the book and retrieved the key. "The emerald ticket! My little friend!" She kissed the key gently, holding it upon her cheek as if it was her true love. In a way, that key will lead to her true love.

She clasped her hands and returned the key into the Bible. After a rigorous battle fighting for her beloved's heart and virginity, she needed a shower. "A shower is needed. Then, gather a few things to go over to Izuku's dorm." She knew it was past curfew, but it was in the name of love. Plus, shaved keys weren't only for access to her lover's dorm, it included entries to any place that would require his presence and whereabouts.

After thirty minutes spent showering (masturbating), she was prepared for a night on the town with her beloved Izuku. Carrying her maiden tools in her satchel, she was ready. She looked in the mirror to check herself. She decided to keep it simple and wear a simple white negligee (would Ruby and Weiss be surprised by her getup. Especially the latter as it came from her suitcase). The clothes were a bit snugged but it mattered not as she hoped she would be out of them the moment she can have her alone time with him. She put on her coat. As she saw the snow falling through the shattered window, the idea of sex in the snow sounded like an arousing idea. Or even for a brief moment, the thought of exhibitionist sex, making Izuku more aroused by the thought of being seen.

"I know it is a bit late, Izuku. I know it might be strange why I would come into our love nest at this ungodly hour. But, I was cold and was in need of a comforter." She smiled to herself. "Turn the music loud enough to not disturb any interlopers. Serenade him in the sweet pleasure of love and chloroform and Ambien. We will make love until the sun comes up and then off to class hand-in-hand, making any jealous bitch want to swan dive off the roof." She gnashed her teeth, thinking about a certain pomeranian that needed to be put down. "Note to self, stop by the bakery after going to the pharmacy. I need something bittersweet for that Bakugo bastard!"

Five minutes later….

Like a thief in the night, the Faunus went into the darkness. Guarded with her love tools and her semblance, she was ready to make her way to Alliance Heights. Whatever may come, she was going to take them on. Musutafu and the surrounding valley should have known better than to allow this Faunus to come through the door.

She was in need of her catnip (Izuku) and she was fiending for a fix.

Unbeknownst to the ninja Faunus, she wasn't the only one lurking in the darkness. Hidden in the crevices of the gangway beside team RWBY's apartment, there was a dark-colored, two-door sedan situated in the center.

The front seat was filled with cigarette smoke, streams of the smoke linger as it danced out of the window. Jazz music was playing softly as the driver watched Blake scurrying into parts unknown.

The driver flicked the ashes into the tray until they heard the phone rung. It was answered on the second ring.

"It's on! Belladonna is on the move."

"Do we follow?"

"We will not!"

"What about Ruby and the others?"

"Leave them be. Let them explore!"

The driver hung up. The jazz music continued to play. A light chuckle came from the driver's lips as the car was put into drive. On the mirror, dangling in the center was a picture of a certain smiling emerald-haired boy.

"The seeds are being planted as we speak. It's only a matter of time before the Midoriya boy will become ours."

Meanwhile….

Momo clung tightly to Shouto as they were walking back to their dorm. She could sense the disappointment on his face after they were turned down from the love hotel. Shouto forgot his fake ID and to make matters worse, there was a hole in his pocket. Fortunately, Shouto had enough coins in his emergency stash within the linings of his shoes to take the duo back home. Within, the vice-president knew that she didn't mind giving the cash to him, but she could tell that it was more out of pride. And wanting to be supportive of him, she stayed in her place.

"Baby, it's okay," she said assuringly, wrapping her fingers tightly around his arm. "Things like this happen. Plus, it was a school night anyway." She made a tiny chuckle, wanting to indicate to the teen that there weren't any hard feelings. "If anything, you saved money for the weekend instead." She used her other hand to ruffle his hair. "So, don't beat yourself up."

The white-redhead teen nodded in compliance. He knew that his woman was giving him mercy. This was the first time in a while to have alone time with the ponytailed brunette. After their USJ, she and Iida were busy surveying projects for the next upcoming competition. If it wasn't preparation, it was her student affairs with the Morals Committee, participation with the Tea Club, working with her professors, and of course, her personal affairs with her schoolwork and her family. Seeing the opportunity with Izuku smearing his personal paste onto the bed was a blessing, if not a silver lining, to spend time with Momo.

Even through all that, that opportunity wouldn't arise.

"Listen, if you want, you can come and spend the night with me," said Momo suggestively. Upon hearing those words, his strands of hair went up like an antenna. "Really?"

It was met with a smile. "Sure." She was coyly twirling her hair as she bit into her lip. "However, Ashido will be there, so we may have to be a bit careful."

"Look, I could sleep next to Mineta if it means staying the night with you." He paused, recognizing the alluring voice she made. "Wait a minute? Are you and Ashido?"

She flicked his nose before placing her finger to her lip. "Let's say we do a bit of fooly-cooly every now and again."

Shouto turned beet red before turning his head away. "Well, we didn't make a status of a relationship or anything."

Her smile didn't fade, she pushed her forward to the teen. "What's the matter? Is little Shouto jealous." She pecked him on the forehead. "Plus, it's high school. What girl doesn't experiment? And besides, I didn't say Ashido wouldn't object."

Shouto wasn't going to deny that Ashido wasn't attractive. In some way or form, he did find the pinkette cute. Nevertheless, his heart has always been set on Yaoyorozu. Despite going steady for a few months, the duo has yet to define their relationship. He hasn't even confessed his feelings to her. "Well, if she is okay with it, then, I don't mind."

"Great," she said happily before kissing Shouto again. "She is already ready for us when we get there." She kissed him again. "Regardless of the circumstances, thanks for a great night." She stopped him in his tracks. She took him by his chin. "Just so you know, Todoroki. I really do like you. Just so you know."

Shouto felt another antenna become alert as she wrapped her arms around his neck as they were enveloping their lips. A sweet, yet spicy taste entered his mouth as he felt the tongue of Momo inviting his tongue to perform a dance with hers.

The duo broke the kiss. "Not bad, Shouto. A bit better than Ashido."

It was met with a frown.

"I'm kidding, sweetness. Kinda," said Momo as she intertwined her fingers with his. "Let's go!"

Meanwhile with Blake….

It was late in the twilight hour when Blake entered Heights Alliance. Thanks to a certain nerdy president, she was given access to enter the dorms. Tenya needed to be careful as the engine teen was too trusting, especially as she suspected that she wasn't the only member of the group who had cards. Be that as it may, she knew the blonde bitch would be too bold to come directly at the source. She already had a taste earlier in the woods. She could smell the sickly sweet sap of pine exuding from her body, along with the scent of her beloved.

Taking the stairs instead of the elevator, she needed to be in a sense of stealth. She doubted there wouldn't be anyone present but as she recalled there was that ditzy teen who was invisible. She, too, could be a threat as she finds everything cute...including bunnies.

There were things she needed to do with Izuku upon their next greeting. The juices she emitted into his body were now bathing in his bloodstream. The claiming bite permanently sealed his fate, marking him as her mate. So, no matter how far he runs or hides, she would know. It excited her as a good Izuku was fun to chase and what fun it could be as she could share the tale to their future kits and encourage their daughters on how to chase their future husbands. After all, the Faunus and Quirk blood will run in their veins.

She quietly entered Izuku's floor. She took a strong breath, wanting to detect his scent. She licked her greedy lips, feeling the hunger in her loins as she wanted to continue where they left off from earlier this afternoon.

After a couple hundred steps, she saw his nameplate beside his door. Grabbing one of her picklocks from her maiden toolkit, she picked the lock to enter the room.

Success!

She slowly turned the knob, pressing the door as she came inside. She was like a thief in the night, wanting nothing more than to snatch and grab what was rightfully hers.

Basking in the darkness, she slowly closed the door behind her. She was back in their love nest.

"Izuku...Icchan?!"

She didn't hear anything. A twitch came from the depths of her cavern. Eagerly excited as saying his nickname excited her. She couldn't wait until she begged him to call her Blakey or Blake onee-chan. She was close to getting a nosebleed.

"Hehehe! My little bunny rabbit is hiding in his burrow he calls a bed," she whispered teasingly as she quietly tiptoed toward his bed. The covers were bunched up. She assumed that he was trying to get warmed up as snow continued to cast over the grounds. "Are you cold, Icchan," she whispered softly. She overlooked the bed she looked forward to christening her maidenhood with. "Don't worry! Your big sister, Blakey, is going to warm you up."

There was no better time like the present. Whether he was prepared or not, whether his heart was ready or not, she wanted Izuku and Izuku was going to want her. Nothing brought her greater happiness than to become Blake Midoriya.

She began disrobing, dropping her coat to the floor. The next thing she did was drop her shoes and then her panties. In a sloven, yet seductive dance, she pulled off her negligee over her head and tossed it on the bed.

She planted her needs on his bed, hovering her breath over him. "Let me come inside and warm you up," she said teasingly. "Let's see what bunnies and cats can do when they are lonely."

As she pulled over the covers, she heard the sound of the door becoming ajar.

The Faunus ninja didn't have a chance to react as the door opened. Whoever was opening the door was prey and interrupted her mating ritual.

"I hope Izuku went to the laundromat and washed my-"

Blake, at the tiniest momentum, activated her semblance and pressed the intruder through the entrance and toward the wall. As her amber eyes shined, anger fueled as she wanted to know the bastard or bitch who interrupted her moment.

"Announce yourself, you bastard," she barked at the intruder.

As she looked, she recognized the guy. His icy-hot hair stood out to her when she came inside of the auditorium earlier in the day.

"Hey! Get off of him, you bitch!"

Blake was met with a makeshift knife against her throat. Her eyes averted from the boy and looked fiendishly at the girl with the ponytail. She, too, remembered her as she was the vice president who introduced the group at their morning meeting.

Pregnant silence filled the area momentarily. The icy hot teen lied on the ground motionlessly whereas the ponytailed black-haired teen became defensive as her man was in danger.

After a few additional moments of silence, it was Shouto that spoke. "Umm...Blake Belladonna, I am presuming." Blake didn't budge. Her hands were wrapped tightly around his throat and Momo had her knife to the Faunus' neck.

"Hey! Let's not get too drastic." He needed to remain calm. The last thing he needed was to alert anyone else. It was a blessing in itself that no one else stepped outside to hear any of the raucous.

"Who are you?" Blake snarled at him. Within she knew, but her feral nature was overriding her judgement. "Identify yourself!"

"Get off him," demanded Momo.

"Momo, calm down," said Shouto. His eyes darted back to the Faunus. "I'm Shouto Todoroki, Izuku's roommate. And the girl that is protecting me with the non-lethal knife is Momo Yaoyorozu. Remember her? She was the one that helped you guys earlier."

Who in the hell is Momo?

Blake turned her eyes back to the ponytailed teen. She remembered her future husband saying her name. Was this the big busted bitch that could possibly want her man?

"Who is this girl to you," she asked Shouto sternly.

Shouto coughed, feeling the tightness of her hands. It certainly didn't help that she was also naked. "Yaoyorozu is...is...is…"

"I'm his girlfriend," interjected Momo defensively. "And you're going to be the first to get a taste of my wrath if you don't get your grubby hands off him. I don't care what happens to me but to him, it matters! Make your decision - you can walk your way home or be carried to your eternal home?"

The Faunus could do worse. She can overtake the ponytailed bitch. However, she didn't want to make a further scene. She just got reprimanded earlier from Recovery Girl. She turned her head to Momo. "Ok! But, I won't let go unless you pull that knife away from me."

"Not until you let go of Shouto!"

Shouto intervened. "Ladies. At the same time, let go and pull away." The icy hot teen could tell that Blake was strong-willed like Momo. And as much as he enjoyed the thought of a naked girl on him while another busty girl was fighting for his honor, he didn't want to create trouble. "On the count of three, pull away the both of you."

Blake's amber eyes were met with Momo's enraged ones.

Shouto began the countdown. "One...two...three!"

Momo pulled away. Blake let go of Shouto's throat and got from top of him.

While Shouto tried to register what had recently happened, the Faunus abruptly rushed out of their sight. Momo immediately rushed to Shouto's aid. "Jesus, Shouto, are you okay, baby?"

Internally, the icy hot teen smiled. "I am now!" "I'm alright!" The vice president helped him up. He turned around to assess the situation. He saw a huge dent at the wall and certainly an unavoidable one. He whistled loudly. "Damn! I need to come up with a good excuse if Sensei asks."

"For what," interjected Momo as she pointed at the hallway. "That girl attacked you for no good reason. And why would she be in the dorm in the first place?"

Then the thought of Izuku hit their brains.

"Deku," said the duo as they rushed into the dorm. Shouto turned on the lights and inspected the room. It was empty. However, the place was left in a disarray on both sides of the dorm.

"I am going to request a private dorm for the next term," thought Shouto.

Momo observed the area. "No sign of Deku here."

Shouto approached Izuku's desk. He could see his backpack present and he could see his uniform on the chair. His ID and phone were also present. Alarms were being raised. Also, there were candles surrounding the room. With a scent that was quite overbearing at moments.

"Was there a party we missed," asked Momo.

Shouto declined to respond. He took cautious steps as whatever happened earlier, he was at a loss for words for his roommate/friend.

"Why would she be in his room and he isn't here," said Shouto deductively. "Could she have been looking for something?" That still didn't rest his case. Why would she be in a room when he wasn't present and also, what was she trying to do. Either way it went, something was wrong with this picture.

"Should we alert Sensei," asked Momo concerningly as she stood behind him.

Shouto shook his head in disagreement. "Not yet! Not just yet. However, call Iida, would you?"

"Got it!" The vice president brushed past Shouto as she stepped outside.

Shouto had his reasoning for not wanting to inform Sensei. That was the last thing he wanted to do. Since this afternoon, things have been strange with his roommate, especially when being caught covered in his own fluids on his bed. Now, he could see clothes that certainly didn't belong to Izuku as they were ladies undergarments. He knew that it didn't belong to Momo. After further deducing, he knew that this Blake and Deku's absence had a correlation with each other.

Momo returned to the room. "Tenya didn't answer. His phone might be off." She looked at him. "What should we do?"

The icy hot teen covered his mouth. Then, he saw something that became an elephant in the room. Momo looked at Shouto and noticed the direction of his head. She pointed at the object-in-question. "Is that a tripod with a camera?"

The teen didn't immediately answer. He approached the tripod and looked at the camera. Shouto whistled loudly. "It's a Nikkon...and with a shutter switch!"

She looked at the camera. "Even acts as a video camera." She nodded to herself. "Judging by the quality, it screams expensive," said Momo. "No offense but I know it isn't Deku nor Uraraka's."

Shouto declined to respond to his friend's economic status. However, what made him curious was what was inside of the camera. He found the on/off switch and decided to turn it on.

"Alas, le sigh! Time to put this tiny little instrument to work."

"Video is recording as we speak."

"At each click, it flashes, leaving more evidence of our fun. Consider yourself lucky. Not many have this privilege."

"Something to tell my bridesmaids at the wedding."

"Can I force my teammates to watch? That would be great. I could see the anger emitting from little Ruby. Blake would want me dead. Yang would probably blow a gasket and go Lord Explosion Murder on me."

The icy hot teen covered his mouth. Yaoyorozu's mouth was agape as she could hear the sultry voice from the camera.

"Oh, my God!" Momo turned to Izuku's bed. "Deku! Deku!"

Shouto turned off the camera. Grabbing it as evidence, he took hold of it. "We're going! We're going now."

Momo listened as she and Shouto exited out of his dorm. Upon locking the doors, she looked at Shouto "Where are we going?" She asked concerningly.

"Tenya's dorm!"

"What would he do? What can he do?"

The icy hot teen shrugged his shoulders. "Honestly, I can't process all of this. But, he is the one I can trust."

Momo nodded, putting her trust in the icy hot teen.

As the teen rushed to Tenya's dorm, Shouto grew concerned. The girl in the camera wasn't the girl from earlier. However, he did recognize her as the silvery haired teen. A bit of a cold, prissy bitch to him. Nevertheless, she was quite hot as she did those debauched things to Izuku. "Lucky bastard!" Something was in the air and certainly Izuku was the fragrance the girls were craving. He just hoped that wherever he was, he was okay.

Later….

Blake was hiding in the confines of the bathroom stall. Her plans were compromised. She knew that she was out of her element, but didn't expect that Izuku's roommate would have entered the picture. She blamed herself, spending too much time investing in her husband where she should have explored all of the elements.

She hit the wall of the stall. She cursed under her breath. She was naked, far away from her apartment. Her phone, her maiden toolkit, everything left in Izuku's dorm. She was fearful, knowing that that icy hot teen and that big, busted bimbo with breasts that can knock guys out could possibly rat her out. And no way in hell she was going to get expelled and go back to Beacon.

"The voices are beginning to taunt me!" She squeezed her temple harshly. "I don't have any problem cutting anyone out of the competition. Get it bitch? Cut! The next time you pull that blade on me, don't think, do it. Because when you do it, you will find yourself circling Earth and Remnant and back again, you bitch!"

She needed clothes and a way to get her things back. Before she could ponder, she heard someone entering the bathroom.

"So, how's America, Ochako, ribbit! Is it like how things are on television?"

"Really? That sounds exciting! You should send me pictures when you can, ribbit!"

Blake remained silent. She heard the sound of the stall closed beside her. She remained still, not wanting to alert the person beside her.

"Things are fine here. Nothing else going on. But, we do have those Beacon girls for the exchange program."

"Yeah, they seem cool. They're very pretty, ribbit!"

"Uraraka, relax. You know us. We will treat them like we're best friends."

"Oh~ You were talking about your Deku!"

Immediately, the black-haired teen pressed her ear to the stall. Who was this girl who was mentioning her Izuku with that horrific nickname?

"Izuku is fine, ribbit! He is in charge of the girls though."

"You didn't know that? Oops! Well, no, I don't think he was hiding it. Maybe he received word at the last minute, ribbit!"

"Ochako, don't worry about it. I'm sure no one is going to mess with him."

"Will it feel better if I do my check-ups on him?"

"It won't be invasive, trust me! We're friends so he wouldn't think nothing of it."

"You gotta go? Okay, don't forget to send pics! Miss you lots, bye, ribbit!"

The Faunus felt that she didn't need to go any further tonight. Being a Faunus ninja also means to be crafty and to improvise. Blake knocked on the stall next to the girl. The girl was startled.

Blake made a fake laugh. "Sorry about that!"

"It's okay, ribbit! Didn't know that there was somebody in there."

Blake nodded. "It's okay! I can be the silent type."

"That you are," said the girl. "What reason did you knock?"

"Oh, sorry," said Blake. "Empty over here. Can you spare a roll?"

"Oh, sure!"

"Thanks so much. Your name?"

"Tsuyu! Tsuyu Asui! Your name?" As the frog girl slid the toilet roll under the stall, she was met with a hand around her wrist.

"They call me Blake!"

To be continued…..

BD: It is no surprise that Tsuyu and Blake would meet up. They seem like they could be friends if a crossover existed.

GOTA: True. However, friends is a loose term in this story.

BD: Thanks for writing my stories for me. I got too invested in writing 'The Emerald Rabbit's Warren' with Sora.

GOTA: No worries! However, your fans have been wondering about updates. Might as well give them something.

BD: Appreciate it, baby!

GOTA: Stay tuned for more updates coming soon! Team Greenshade!