Hey, guys! BD and GOTA are back with another chapter of 'Drunken Kisses In The Rice Rain.' In this chapter, Izuku attempts to recall the night on how he and Yang meet. What tails will ensue these teens? Read and see! This is an OOC Yang x OOC Izuku love story. Enjoy!

A/N: In this AU, Yang is 20 and Izuku is 16. In the country of Japan, the marriageable age for males and females to marry without consent is 18 and 16 respectively. A person who is under 20 years of age cannot get married in Japan without a parent's approval.

Izuku had to be entirely drunk to miss the amenities of the love hotel. As soon as he stepped into the hotel lobby from the elevator, the vibe he was feeling reminded him of a beach hut. Seashells, seaweed, and a huge chunk of driftwood draped the reception area. He watched as a couple sporting their swimming outfits were heading to the pool. This wasn't the typical mint-under-your-pillow motel or hiding behind tempered glass kind either.

Sounds of the grand piano could be heard from the nearby dining area. He could hear the singer perform Andrew Hill's "Yokada Yokada." Acutely familiar as his father has the Judgment! soundtrack in his record collection. Nevertheless, the amenities of the love hotel was the least of his concern as more of the payment. The teenager only had twenty dollars and a buy one, get one pizza free coupon to his name.

The smell of freshly made French toast was lingering onto his nose. Picking up its scent from the hotel kitchen, he hoped that the baked good was part of the free continental breakfast for his overnight stay at the hotel.

Check out time wasn't for another few minutes and Yang has yet to come downstairs. She told him to wait as she finished showering and getting dressed. Familiar with the opposite sex when it came to his mother, time has no measurement in getting prepared.

What stood out out of everything was the ring. He eyed it like a jeweler in search of flaws and quality. How could he obtain such a ring? Where did he get the ring? Even as he checked his pockets, there wasn't any evidence of last night's debacles.

Nothing outside the physical evidence of his bite marks, scratches, and hickies.

It wasn't more than a few minutes ago when he contacted Tenya to cover him in case Yamada-sensei were to search for him. He didn't further insight as he knew the inquisitive president was to ask questions.

"I am married. I am married! I. Am. Married?" No matter the tone, the connotation, its proof was around his softened ring finger. How was it possible? He wasn't even of legal age to purchase alcohol and yet he was a married man. And to a foreigner at that. He could feel the envy one's at his school for the thought of him marrying a blonde beauty.

He snapped out of his brief vanity. He doesn't know anything about her. As much as he wanted to rattle his brain, he was still slushed. His headache remained. It made him feel his head had been frozen, microwaved, and then eaten by some outer space creature.

He sucked in the fresh air as he waited on Yang. At the same time, he was fighting the urge to vomit. While pondering on getting coffee at the nearby courtesy desk, he saw the woman-in-question exiting the elevator.

His wife, Yang Xiao Long.

The blonde stretched out her arms while she was carrying her purse. She was looking stunning, thought Izuku. Sporting her orange sundress with her infinity scarf. She was wearing white high-heeled shoes and her fragrance was invigorating. She was obviously still wearing the same attire from the club last night, but Izuku didn't recall her being this stunning.

Then yet again, pieces of yesterday were still missing. Excessive alcohol and sex could do those kinds of things.

"Hey, Izuku," said Yang as she approached him. "Or, shall we call each other husband and wife, darling?"

He was turning beet red. Her feelings were in contrast to his. While he was pondering on this incident, she was acting casually as if nothing had happened.

Before he could speak, she interjected him. "I'm only kidding," she said as she produced a smile. "Let's keep it simple."

"Yeah, simple," answered Izuku.

"So, what do you want to do?"

His throat was dry. He rubbed under chin, keeping his eyes on the floor. "I don't know," he honestly answered. "This kind of thing never happened to me."

"Me either, silly," retorted Yang. "Well minus the waking up hungover part." She blew a raspberry. "Oum, do I feel like an anvil dropped its head on me big time."

"You don't look like it."

"Look and feel are two different things." She hit her head. "The old noggin can take a lot."

He didn't answer. However, he did want answers, but didn't know how and what to do.

"Hey, are they making French toast?"

Izuku saw Yang pointing her finger at the restaurant.

"I presume so."

"Let's eat and that hopefully can jog the noggin." She smiled. "Get it? Jogging the noggin." She slapped her thigh. "I crack myself up." She reached into her purse. "Don't worry, it's my treat." She scratched under her chin. "Might as well be. The bill is in my name. What a great start in this domestic partnership, my dear husband."

His eyes were wide as saucers when hearing the word, husband.

"Kidding again, Izuku. Learn to relax. Don't be so stiff." She took his hand. "Let's go! Maybe you can compensate by feeding me, darling."

"God, I want to pass out again," he said.

"You're funny, Izuku." She didn't say anything further as he was being led by her to the restaurant. As they beelined their way to brunch, lights and images began flickering in his brain.

Do you know what you do to me, Yang?!

Love me like crazy, Izuku! Whisper a love song into me.

Do you, Izuku Midoriya, take Yang Xiao Long as your lawfully wedded wife?

I do!

And do you, Yang Xiao Long, take Izuku Midoriya as your lawfully wedded husband?

Till death do us part, I do!

I still see the shadows in my room! Can't take back the love that I gave you!

The night before….

Club Dio was the newest venue in the garden district. This was the after hours club after the grown and the responsible retired and nestled in their quilts for the night. Revelers who remained weren't looking for simple dancing and conversation. Adventure was a must. Excitement, debauchery, anything their greedy hands could acquire in order to fill their brain of disaffected malcontent.

Club Dio was also the location where Izuku Midoriya could be found. Music blared loud from the speakers. Smoke filled the atmosphere. Dancers and party goers sweating and grinding to the rhythm of EDM. Rainbow-colored strobe lights bounced throughout the place. An interesting view, Izuku may add, but the club wasn't his scene.

The moment he stepped out of the taxi, the feelings of regret filled his troubled mind.

Wasn't sure if it was a bad reception, but Izuku wasn't able to reach his friends. Because of his mother's lecture, it delayed the time of arrival to meet up with his friends and classmates. Since the club was packed to capacity, there was no way he could easily see them. He felt as if he was a tiny minnow in a lake filled with salmon and mackerel.

Growing irritated and frustrated by the loud noises and rambunctious partygoers, he navigated himself to the bar. At least at some point, one of his friends would ponder their way there and guide them back to their destination.

The bartender pleasantly greeted him as she slid a napkin in front of him. She was dressed in cosplay, sporting the red-and-black Harley Quinn look. A bit of sex appeal to the eyes, Izuku thought, but subconsciously repressing it as he didn't want to display lust.

"What can I get for you, puddin'," she asked in her best New Yorker accent.

Knowing he had been stamped for being underaged, he honestly told the bartender a glass of lemon water and peanuts. The Harley Quinn bartender winked at him as she rushed away to deliver his order.

He was nervous, but wanted to remain cool. The smell of contrasting fragrances infiltrated his nostrils as the couple beside him was breaking off sweat in their makeout session. His stomach was rumbling to each tempo from the 808 above him. He wasn't used to the flashing lights and smoke screens. Nervousness and timidity were taking over. He told himself that he was going to do thirty minutes. And if he didn't catch sight of either Tenya, Shouto, Tsuyu, Ochako, or even Katsuki, then he was going to head home.

"Here's your order, puddin'!" The happy-go-lucky, yet provocative bartender presented his drink to him. It was a green drink in a martini glass.

"Miss," he politely said. "I didn't order this."

"Of course, you didn't, sweetness." She made a clicking sound as she nudged her head to the right of him. "A blonde cutie did this for you. It's her treat." She pressed her head toward him. "A foreigner at that."

Izuku turned to the bartender's direction. In the midst of the partygoers at the bar stood out the woman-in-question. She was very attractive. She appeared alone. She was twirling her finger around the toothpick on her martini glass. She was also biting on peanuts. Was she alone? Was she waiting on someone?

Izuku would thank her, but he was too shy to answer. Just like the days in which Camie used to babysit him, he did the very thing with his martini. He took small sips. Green apple. Delicious!

The bartender came with his peanuts and he slowly sipped his alcoholic beverage. As time progressed, the more comfortable he was becoming. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the adjustment of his environment.

From time to time, he observed the blonde girl who paid for his drink. Her eyes were everywhere but his direction. A couple of guys came to offer a dance, a phone number, or a room number to their hotel. With each suitor, she politely turned them down before returning back to her own world. She could have easily been mistaken as an older woman for the way she had dressed. It wasn't promiscuous, nothing that would get a haggard to approach her harshly. Even the mightiest would be intimidated by this work of art. She had a mature aura about her.

Her blonde hair flowed like a river of wheat. It looked soft as if she took care of her with much dedication. She had her curves that hugged her outfit tightly. As he mentioned, it wasn't promiscuous, but it was very entrancing.

Out of the blue, he sneezed. The moment he did, her eyes snapped onto his. Her silver eyes were synchronized with his emerald eyes. Did that sneeze actually stand out amongst the loud, blaring music and talk among the clubbers.

"Would you like another, cutie," asked the bartender. "Only this time, it's on me." She blew onto his face. When he turned, the blonde foreigner was nowhere to be seen.

The shy Izuku shook his head in disagreement. An hour came and went and without any success from reaching out to his classmates.

He reached into his pocket and gave the bartender a ten dollar tip. He humbly bowed before departing for the night. He felt a slumber was calling him. He would tell the others that he wasn't feeling well and he would head to sleep. Nothing wrong with a quiet evening of video games, watching YouTube videos of pancakes and snake bites.

As he slid from his seat, he prepared to head for the exit until he felt something reaching for his shoulder.

"Leaving so soon?"

Izuku felt a warm, tingling sensation hitting the pit of his stomach. Upon turning his head was the woman-in-question who offered him a free drink. Playing coy, he pointed to himself. "Are you talking to me?"

She chuckled softly. "Any other green-haired boys with a cowlick with a stamp for being under twenty, is there?"

Quite attentive, he thought. He was now inches from the blonde woman. She smelled of fresh honeydew. Her stunning eyes were attractive to pull anyone into the icy, glistening waters.

She snapped her fingers. "Hey, my friend! Are you still on Earth?"

He was lost for words. He couldn't answer so he nodded in compliance.

She produced a smile. "Had to stop you in time. You weren't going to leave without thanking the person who gave you this drink, would you?"

"It wasn't that. I was...I was…I was…"

"I was...I was...I was," she said mockingly before laughing. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding!" She extended her hand. "Yang Xiao Long is my name."

Reminding himself of foreign customs in regards with handshakes, he returned it. "Izuku Midoriya."

"Charmed," she said. "Listen, do you have a minute to come and sit with me?"

"Umm?"

"C'mon, Izuku! Today is my birthday!"

"Oh! Happy Birthday!" Izuku produced a smile. "I just had a birthday myself."

She slapped his shoulder. "Well Happy Belated Birthday."

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome." She pulled his hand. "Well that means we must celebrate it together. Let's go!"

"Where are we going?"

"I have some friends that came with me to help me celebrate my birthday," said Yang. "They would love to meet you." She furrowed her eyes. "And since it is my birthday, I won't be taking no for an answer."

Izuku inhaled sharply as he navigated through the pack of sardines that was called a club. As he was being led by the soft-handed Yang, the nervousness and timidity within his mind was going into overdrive. He couldn't find his classmates, yet he was going to party with a complete stranger.

Yang tightened the grip of his hand. She pointed to the table. "I see the girls. Let me take you to them."

"Are you sure they will be fine with me," he asked with hesitance.

"Sure they will. After all, it is my birthday," she said. "They are good people. You will have fun. Plus, you will be the envy of all the guys around here."

"Ok," he said.

Back to the present….

Yang thanked the waiter as they waited on their order of French toast. Izuku watched as she ingested a cup of Petrol-Bismil before washing it down with their orange juice. She examined her purse before snapping her fingers. "Bloody hell! Forgot the Alka-Seltzer."

"Do you always come prepared with that," he asked curiously.

"When you are a drinker, always be prepared," she answered.

"I will keep that in mind for the future," he said to himself.

"So, I spoke with my friends while I was getting dressed," she said. "We are going to meet them later."

Izuku nodded in agreement. However, he really didn't recall interacting with them as he was inebriated at the time. "Would you feel comfortable if I were to call some of my friends."

"Sure! The more the merrier," she said. "We can have a little marriage celebration."

"I don't know why you're throwing it out there," he said defensively. "We really don't know each other."

"Aww! Don't feel that way," she retorted.

"Seriously! This is a big deal. I am still in high school," protested Izuku.

"And I say don't worry about it," she said. "If you want to lessen the worry, I did find your condom earlier inside of me."

"..."

She produced a wink. "I could hear tapping sounds whenever a man examines if he wore it or not."

"Wait a minute? Were you…."

It was interrupted with a phone call. "Shoot! It's Dad," said Yang. "Excuse me while I take this call." She gave him a wink as she stepped away.

Izuku grew concerned about how well Yang was taking this. He and her were married. On the table were the registration papers of their marriage license. Signed by the ordained minister, justice of the peace, and there were witnesses. He frowned when seeing that a particular spiky-haired blond was among the signed participants.

Besides their drunken sex and marriage license, he didn't have a clue about this blonde foreigner. Her likes, his dislikes? Her dreams, her fantasies. Where is she from? Is she an University student? Typical questions that should be trivial when meeting someone. Unless he willingly signed up for 90 Day Fiance, he was in panic mode.

He wanted answers and the best way of doing it was to retrace his steps with her friends. After all, Blake Belladonna, Ruby Rose, and Weiss Schnee were present at the wedding. And of course, his enhanced ignorant childhood friend, Kacchan was present as well.

He wasn't sure who this Raven Branwen person was.

Nevertheless, he was going to keep his cool. As the waiter returned with his French toast, he decided to put those thoughts on hold.

Cinnamon French toast was one of his favorite dishes.

To be continued….

BD: A good start after a nearly three month hiatus.

GOTA: I am liking the back-and-forth with the past and the present.

BD: I want this to be as sweet as possible.

GOTA: Am I sensing love at first sight with Yang?

BD: And a bit of kuudere vibes from Izuku.

GOTA: Can't wait to see more of this.

BD: Stay tuned for more!