Hey, guys! GOTA, here, with another chapter of "A Homestay To Remember." Enjoy!
Which girl do you ship with Izuku? Greenshade (Izuku x Blake); Golden Emerald (formerly Dragonhero) (Izuku x Yang); Emerald Rose (Izuku x Ruby); White Emerald (Izuku x Weiss)?
Yang knocked on the door to check on her sister. Earlier that morning, Ruby told her sister that she was having a terrible stomachache. Believing it to be either cramps or a hangover, she told her sister to return to bed. Ruby was a bit worried about the research project for their homestay. Serving the role of a protective big sister, she promised Ruby that she would look out for her and to provide her with plenty of notes. It was met with a kiss and a hug between sisters.
"Hey, Rubes! Just checking up on you." It was silence on the other end of the door. Yang thought that she was back asleep. Auntie Inko made a concoction that involved honey lemon, herbal tea, and a shot of vodka. A Medicine Ball Tottie, their host mother called it.
Not wanting to disturb but at the same time to be certain that she doesn't drown in her vomit (again), she slowly opened the door to the bedroom. It was dark. Silence filled the bedroom as she slowly crept to Ruby's side of the futon.
"Rubes! Ruby!" The blonde reached over to touch the sickened sister until she felt something plushy.
"Ruby?" Concerned, she opened the blankets to discover that it was a plush toy replica of the Pro Hero All Might. Attached to it was a note.
Dearest sister,
I didn't like how Weiss treated that poor, defenseless cinnamon roll. I am going to check up on him to see if he is okay. Please don't be mad! Please, please with lots and lots of cookies on top of ice cream. I won't be long, I promise. I just want to be sure that Izuku was okay. Thanks!
Your sister,
Ruby!
P.S. If Goodwitch happens to come, make up some kind of excuse! Love you lots!
The blonde scratched her head in the midst of the confusion. My stupid, naive, lovable sister! What in the hell? Out of all days, you decide to ditch us? And you decided to get the cinnamon roll before me? Yang is never second or third place to anything! Wait a minute! How did she manage to leave? We are on the eighth floor!
Yang immediately felt a draft coming from the window. Her eyes darted to open window and waving curtain. She looked over the window and didn't see anything that would arouse suspicion. She turned her back against the window.
On top of Yang's suitcase, she saw a yellow folded piece of paper. It was a note in Ruby's handwriting.
Don't tell Nora that I may have accidentally taken her weapon without her permission. If she asks, you know nothing.
Thanks,
Rubes!
XOXO!
You slick minx, Ruby! You sly minx!
However, she didn't finish reading the rest of the note. Turn note over.
Yang, I lied. I don't have any weapons. While you guys were talking with Auntie, I snuck out. Once again, don't tell anybody.
Ruby.
On second thought, she is an idiot. Not an idiot, a baka!
"Yang, is Ruby okay?" The sound of Weiss was coming from the holiday. Not wanting to alert the others of Ruby's AWOL, she grabbed one of the wigs she knew Auntie Inko kept in her closet, during her free-time of perusing the rumpus room. She grabbed one of Mr. Midoriya's soccer balls next to the box of Inko's skinny clothes and put it on Ruby's pillow. Using the plush toy as a cover-up, she covered the blanket.
"Yeah, Ruby is okay. A little out but okay," said Yang coyly. She shook her head, surprised by her younger sister's boldness in ditching. You have some serious explaining to do, my dear sister!
About an hour later….
Yang just put the syrup-filled pancakes into her mouth when she heard the knock at the door. Upon doing so, the girls became attentive. Inko noticed how the girls were on cue as if Pavlov were the ones who conditioned the girls. The knock was heard again - three distinctively quick knocks followed by two lighter knocks. Wiping her face with her napkin, she excused herself as she headed toward the door.
Upon placing her eye into the peephole, she was met with a set of emerald-colored eyes. With the woman in question's hands on her hips, her strong demeanor determined that she was a woman to be taken seriously; a woman of business. A few inches behind her, she saw the nervous David Shield struggling to hold on to the supposed woman's luggage.
It was safe to say that this was the Professor, Glynda Goodwitch.
"Hello! Is anyone in there?" She looked into her smartwatch. "According to Mr. Shield, the girls' ETA is approximately at this location at this point in time." She knocked once more. Inko turned to see the animated cloud of discontent upon the girls, especially under Yang's.
"A headmistress of faculty and staff at Beacon. She is fluent in Japanese and English. She has also visited here numerous times in the past."
"Stern, yet fair. A good woman at heart."
"Research, culture, blah, blah, blah. With Goodwitch here, it's like we are back in Beacon."
Inko returned her sight on the girls. It made her think of Izuku back whenever he had issues with bullies before heading to school or the day when she discovered that he was quirkless. She gripped the end of her dress. The emerald-haired housewife solemnly promised to never let a child feel hopeless. The girls needed their host mother and she was going to protect her surrogate daughters.
Inko pressed her finger to the intercom. Now it was time to get into the character of a hostess. "Oh!" The portly woman boasted. "Greetings, Professor Goodwitch and Mr. Shield! We weren't expecting you this early. I will let you in."
Inko unlocked the door and pulled it in. Upon doing so, Goodwitch entered the domicile. Inko, upon seeing her face to face, began blushing. She and Goodwitch are supposed to be within the same age range. The woman looked like she worked out on a daily basis. There wasn't even a hint of a gray or a wrinkle upon her blonde hair and her soft porcelain skin. Even her busts were perfect, not even a hint of sagging. This woman here had sex appeal, but judging by her demeanor and her stance, she meant business. Something that Inko could admire, adore, envy, and hate all within the same time.
She put on her friendly face as she bowed before her guest. "Greetings, once again, Professor Goodwitch! Welcome to my humble abode!"
A brief pregnant silence ensued, strongly because of Goodwitch's eyes were lingering upon the portly mother. David remained silent, knowing that what he said wasn't enough to tame the beast. The entire ride there was like a blind man fixing a cup of coffee - a mess! No matter what words to convey, to persuade, to pursue this damsel turned nothing more than ice. At least the icy Snow Princess carried a swagger with her wits. As David was contemplating on a legalized student-to-professor relationship, Goodwitch finally spoke.
"Inko Midoriya?"
"Yes?" Inko stood attentive as if she was in the hot seat.
Goodwitch's flattened face didn't change, but she did extend her hand out to the host mother. "Thank you for looking out for my girls and opening up your home to them. I hope they are respectful and responsible as young proper ladies should. In accordance with the Beacon Academy's rules and bylaws."
Inko nodded, trying her best to keep it from becoming awkward. "Of course, Professor. Glad to be of service. Please come in." She turned to the girls. "Ladies!"
Like a child who becomes aware of a parental presence, Blake, Yang, and Weiss made their way to the living room. Each girl had their hands together. They stood firm and proper. Nothing looked out of place. From Inko's perspective, their stance reminded her about the rules and expectations of private and boarding schools. She was speculating if what she had read in magazines, mangas, and novellas were true.
Goodwitch squinted her eye at each girl. Each kept a calm face. Inko felt a little concerned. What happened to the happy-go-lucky, fun and loving girls from ten minutes ago?
Goodwitch released a sigh. She stamped her foot. David made his way to her direction. She had him lean to her direction. Mr. Shield turned and pull out something from her briefcase. It turned out to be a pointing stick.
"Now, I can feel as though I am in the classroom," said Goodwitch calmly, unsure if it was for herself or to the girls. "Good Morning, Long, Belladonna, and Schnee."
"Good Morning, Professor Goodwitch," said the girls in unison.
She walked a couple of paces before she noticed something missing. An obvious missing piece in the puzzle. Using her pointing stick, she hit the wall. "Long?"
Yang bit into her lip. Inko looked as though Yang was a deer that ran into headlights. "Yes, Professor?"
"Where is your sister!?"
Yang coughed as if something was in her throat. "Well, Professor. Ruby isn't feeling well and has decided to sit out until she feels better."
"Tch!" Goodwitch still kept her eye on the blonde. "What reason, Ms. Long?"
"Ruby had an upset stomach from drink...I mean eating too many sweets."
"Quite worrisome, Long. in order to receive a full grade for this homestay, it means all must participate."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Since you are the older sister and accountable for her well-being, it lies on you," informed Goodwitch. From the other side, Inko could feel the tension between the women.
Wow! It hasn't been two minutes and she is already barking orders. Inko began to frown. Earlier before Goodwitch's arrival, Yang and the girls delve further about their teacher-in-question.
'Goodwitch is stern but fair. However, can one measure the sternness from fairness?'
'I agree, Yang. Goodwitch ruled the classroom with an iron fist. Or at least that is how Ruby describes it.'
'That is true, Blake. We've been told that Goodwitch has been ruthless but I also heard that she has a rather soft side.'
'If you want to call barb wires soft, Weiss.'
'Basically, Auntie. Goodwitch is all about business. You won't find fun in those words. We were discouraged about her arrival because we believe that she would make it all about work and there wouldn't be any fun. That is why we wanted to have fun before we have learned about her arrival.'
'Well, girls. One thing is for certain, you are at my home, my domicile, my sanctuary, my place of peace. Goodwitch might be your sensei and guardian at Beacon, but here I am your host mother. And as long she is in my home, she will abide under my rules.'
The professor walked around the girls, making circles. Each girl looked like she was heading for a punishment. As the atmosphere began to thicken, Inko decided to intervene.
"Professor!" Inko moved in between the girls. "It is quite too early in the morning and it is their homestay." She showed the dining room table. "And actually, the girls were still in the middle of breakfast. So, if you want to lecture, then let's lecture over these pancakes, eggs, hash browns, and salad. I wouldn't like it to get cold." She winked at the nervous blonde teen.
"Yang made the pancakes and it's quite yummy. So, let Mr. Shield escort your bags to the room and let's welcome you with some of the best grub on this side of the rising sun."
The blonde professor parted her mouth but no words were released. Inko stood firm on her ground. The girls watched the silent standoff between the (somewhat) dueling women. After a few moments, Goodwitch backed away. She folded her arms congruently. Not only did she underestimate the portly mother, but her tenacity and unwillingness. Professor Goodwitch couldn't help but be impressed. "Understood, Mrs. Midoriya."
Inko extended her hands. "Call me Inko." She waved her arms to the dining room. "Girls, let's finish before the food gets cold." She turned to Blake. "You wouldn't mind being a dear and making a plate for our guests?"
Blake produced a smile. "Certainly, Auntie."
"Mr. Shield?"
David produced a nervous smile when seeing Inko. "Yes, ma'am?"
"Please put the professor's luggage into my son's room." She folded her arms. "I will have him make arrangements to sleep in our room for the time being." She dropped her head. "I hope he doesn't mind."
Mr. Shield nodded to Inko's request.
While Mr. Shield struggled with Goodwitch's luggage, she turned to Yang. She put her hands on Yang's shoulder. Upon doing so, she could feel the weight lifted from her shoulders.
Yang produced a side smile. "Thanks for sticking up for me, Auntie," whispered Yang.
Inko nodded. "That is what a host mother does. While you're here, you're my family and the clan protects their own." She winked before whispering to the teen. "I hate to ask but is there bad blood between you and your professor?"
Yang whispered back. "I won't say bad blood but we have a history. I have made some mistakes."
"What kind of mistakes?"
Their silent meeting was interrupted by David Shield. "Excuse me, Inko. The bags are in Izuku's room."
"No problem, thanks!" Inko patted David's back. "Now join us for breakfast." She turned to Yang. "Shall we eat?"
Yang nodded happily. "Yes, ma'am."
While Yang and Inko returned to the dining room table, Professor Goodwitch took a seat at the center of the table. Her eyes lingered onto the pair, especially Inko. Because she was out of her environment, she wouldn't dare rebuttal. Within, she felt embarrassed as if she was being put in her place. As much as she wanted to purchase a hotel, they were either booked by fellow foreigners for their respective holidays or it was beyond the Beacon budget. It was the headmaster's idea to bring Goodwitch to Inko's home as she could keep a better eye on the girls.
"Here you go, Professor." Blake presented the plate to the blonde. The food looked palatable and not a greasy mess. It wasn't Iron Chef worthy but it can receive an average grade for presentation. Before she would thank Blake, she noticed the Faunus was sporting an apron.
The very apron that sports Izuku's name.
"Izuku." Goodwitch read it aloud from Blake's apron.
"Yes." Inko joined the professor, sitting beside her. Blake poured orange juice for the host mother and the professor. Yang and Weiss were already beginning to resume eating. "Izuku is my son."
The professor raised her eyebrow. "Your son! As in there is a boy staying in this home?"
"More like a perv…." Weiss attempted to say before Yang punched her side under the table. As she was coughing, Yang interjected. "More like a perfect adorable child."
Yang then made a sly remark, looking over at the Faunus.
"And Blake's newest foreign boy toy." Yang felt a bit comfortable since Auntie Inko was on her side and a little payback for getting with Izuku before she could.
Blake stomped her feet. "Boy toy?! By any means, I have no boyfriend! I am a studious scholar, a huntress-in-training, a…."
Goodwitch intervened. "A boy? That wasn't in my reports." She turned to David as he was looking down at his pancakes. He looked at the startled professor. "Boy? Yeah, boy. It was in the fax. Didn't you get them?! Didn't Professor Port or Oscar Pine sent it to you?" The professor grew weary, knowing his chances of getting coffee with Goodwitch was smaller than Teri Hatcher's breasts.
"That boy is my son," replied Inko. "And trust me, he is sweet, harmless, and a wonderful gentleman." She turned her face to Professor Shield. Sweat was pouring from his forehead. He reached for the nearby magazine Good Housekeeping as he coyly whistled a tune.
"Anyway," said Inko, "Izuku is a wonderful boy, a Pro Hero prospect, and a friend to all."
'And a pervert,' thought Weiss.
'Blake's boy toy and the future househusband and father to my kits,' thought Yang. 'I don't mind sharing. Blake's cute and I love to play with anybody.'
'He is not my boyfriend, I think. But, we are more than friends, less than lovers,' thought Blake. 'Are we? We did have sex. And I do like him. Does he like me?! I must see! I must find out tonight! I think I should take my birth control pills.'
'A possible threat,' thought Goodwitch. 'I didn't send these girls out here to be distracted by some boy. No matter if he lives here or not, I will have to keep my eye out for him. This is a homestay experience, not some kind of harem.
Meanwhile….
The cacophony of voices and splashes greeted his ears at the swimming pool. The emerald-haired teen was the last to enter the natatorium. Sporting his red novelty All Might swim shorts and still sporting his medical mask, only this time with cat whiskers. This one he had taken from Blake. When and how he got it wasn't important but it brought him a little pride.
Just a little.
The rest of it is whenever Ochako returns.
Never did he expect his current housemate, Weiss, to produce such a powerful slap. He thought he saw the hand of God, fiery as a sword from the horseman of the Apocalypse making its mighty force on such sensitive skin. The slap was the shot heard from around the world. So much so that he thought he heard Ochako waking up in America.
Speaking of the missing brunette, she recently sent him a picture of her recent travel to the Statue of Liberty. Offering peace signs, thumbs up, and blowing kisses - were they for him or for others to see? He tried not to think further about it. Even if he could think, the sounds of the rambunctious teens were running amok.
Yuga paid Mineta a few hundred to play the music that couldn't be found on any hentai, Bang Bros. or Porn Hub websites. Being a man of his word, the grapehead teen proceeded to play well-known hits.
The moment the teen put on Sheck Wes' "Mo Bamba," the kids of 1-A and 1-B were going rampant to the hype beats.
As the partygoers were jamming to good music, chowing down on pizza, cake, and ice cream, socializing with others, and those that are actually using the pool, then this function is a success.
As for Izuku, the swimming pool was far from his mind as he took a seat at the bleachers.
"More cubes?" The teen was surprised to hear the friendly voice of Mina. He began to blush. Mina was sporting a green micro-bikini. So, the rumors were true! Fortunately, she was sporting a towel or else, he would have turned beet red and sweating as if someone fed him wasabi.
"T-t-thank y-y-you," said Izuku as he was still stammering at the pinkette. Mina could tell that her outfit was creating shyness. She decided to tease him.
"God, is it hot!" The teen wiped her face with her hand. Commencing her plan, she pulled her towel, exposing her lower half. Upon pulling so, Izuku nearly fell backward.
"Tee-hee," the pinkette snickered. Still wanting to tease, she pressed forward. "Aww, like what you see?" She was inches from him. Izuku tried not to look at her melon-shaped breasts. Wearing the outfit didn't help his somewhat soldier standing at attention.
"Hey, you little perv. My eyes are up here." Mina could see that his nose was spotting blood. She used to towel to wipe the blood. Izuku continued blushing, feeling like a child being cleaned and doted by a parent. "There, there, you are good!"
Izuku didn't respond but nodded thanks.
God, he is adorable!
Mina handed the emerald-haired teen his bags of ice and applied it inside of his medical mask. Upon impact, he felt the cooling sensation. Quite ironic as I was slapped by the Snow Princess.
"Having fun," asked Mina.
He nodded approvingly. "Yeah. good time!"
"Wished Ochako was here?"
He turned to Mina. "C-c-c'mon Ashido! Y-y-y-you act like I-I-I can't h-h-h-have other f-f-friends."
Mina covered herself with her towel, allowing Izuku to calm down. The love and joy of teasing her friend. "As I've mentioned, as part of the IzuOcha brigade, we have to be sure that you aren't doing anything impure and unforgivable."
You should've been at my doorstep less than twelve hours ago, Ashido. His mind dwindling onto the Faunus. Her kisses were the sweetest things. Her taste, especially when they kissed, it reminded him of a citrus beverage. Her ears, wishing he could play with them some more. Her eyes, her lips, her smile, her laugh.
Absentmindedly, he spoke out the name, Blake, from his lips.
"Izuku? Earth to Izuku?" Mina's waving hand returned him to reality.
"Yes," asked Izuku.
It was met with a snickering grin. "Is that the girl that gave you the slap?"
"Huh?"
"Who is this Blake? Is she a foreigner?"
Playing coy, he told Mina. "Who is this Blake Belladonna?" He covered his mouth when he gave Mina the full name.
"So, it is a foreigner," she winked. "Is she cute?"
"I don't know what you are talking about," stammered Izuku. "I said who is this plate on a Honda."
Mina tilted her head. "Liar!"
"I think I can answer that question for you, Ashido."
Izuku and Mina immediately spread out when seeing the flying stars coming in their direction.
It was the French prince himself, Yuga Aoyama.
He clicked his tongue. "Adjusting to my winking stars, eh?"
Mina snapped her fingers. "God, Yuga! Warn us before you put an eye out, baka!" She returned to her seat on the bleachers. "And what question?"
Yuga raised his hand. "As prince of UA High, it is best to keep in touch with commoners and loyal subjects." The former was directed at Izuku and the latter at Mina.
"Hey, guys! What's going on?"
Izuku wanted to slap himself as he heard Momo's voice. Shouto was beside him. It definitely didn't help that Momo was sporting a matching micro-bikini like Mina.
Izuku tried to intervene. "Yuga was explaining how he was going to take a nosedive in the shallow end of the pool and I think Mina was going to do something."
Mina was scratching. "Something?" She shook her head before turning to Yuga. "What were you talking about? My question?"
Yuga hummed approvingly. "Ashido, Todoroki, Yaoyorozu! Today is a very important moment for our young Midoriya." He extended his hand gracefully at the embarrassed emerald teen.
By this time, Tsuyu, Tenya, Toru, Denki, Eijiro, and unfortunately Katsuki joined them at the bleachers.
"You see, Ashido! What Izuku is currently facing is a little bit of a harem in his home." Yuga showcased his smile. Before he could wink, Shouto showcased his hand. "I know we are having a truce and not using powers, but…."
"Oi! Fine! Anyway, Our lovely clot, Midoriya has four beautiful fillies in his home." he showed his hands. "Four beautiful girls. Foreigners!"
It was met with small whispers against the group.
"Thanks to my connect, who shall remain anonymous by her pseudonym, the Californian."
"It's obviously Melissa! Ribbit," said Tsuyu. It was met with a smug look from Yuga.
"The Californian informed me that the girls are part of a cultural exchange homestay for the next few weeks," said Yuga. "The girls are some beautiful, I mean beautiful foreign girls from Beacon Academy in Vale." He looked through his cell phone. He put on his glasses. "Here it is! The girls are Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, and Yang Xiao Long." He gave his phone to Tenya to show their identities.
It was met with the choral "oohs" and "ahhs."
"I must say, Deku, you are a lucky bastard." The redhead patted him on his back. "Deku has the opportunity of not one, not two, but four!" He patted his back harder. "Lucky ass bastard!"
Tenya looked at the picture. "These girls are quite charming. Especially the bow-wearing one. She looks like the kind of girl that I would like to know." The phone was snatched by Minoru. He glared at Izuku. "Why are you the one to be blessed by the gods. I've gone through every No-Nut November with the hopes of acquiring these girls. And you have four in your home?"
Izuku tried speaking but continued to be interrupted.
The redhead looks cute. I wonder does she like sweets.
Lucky ass Deku! Can we meet them!
The white-haired chick seems hard. Don't worry, I can change that.
The blonde looks badass. I wouldn't mind sparring with her.
A neko girl?! Are those girls really out there?
"Please! Deku wouldn't know how to handle beauty. He can barely handle his quirk!"
It came to no surprise when it was Katsuki that would be the crack to Izuku's dam.
"Izuku having girls in his place? Dream on," scoffed Katsuki. "Izuku wouldn't know to handle them. If anything, let the real men come and take care of the girls for you, eh, Deku? I think me, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Tokoyami can handle this." He turned to Eijiro. "How soon can we get those foreigner girls on their knees and serving us like Denny's?"
The birdman interjected. "Stop it, Bakugo!" Fumikage stepped in. "Don't involve me in this. Besides, why is it always you that rains on anybody's parade? Especially Midoriya?"
"Is it isn't raining when it is the truth," barked Katsuki as he pointed at Izuku. "Deku is a fucking pussy. He is defenseless. Subservient, worthless!"
Izuku turned to Katsuki. "Leave me alone, Kacchan! I am not in the mood for this."
Katsuki produced a smug grin. "I am not in the mood for this," said Katsuki in a mocking manner. He bumped his elbow with Eijiro. "See? A pussy. Heck, let me get on with them. If I am lucky, I would let you watch. By now you should more about NTR and getting robbed."
Shouto intervened. "Okay, Bakugo! That is enough teasing. We aren't doing this today."
Momo joined in. "Shouto's right. We don't need this. Plus, leave Izuku alone. He hasn't even done anything to him."
"I didn't know you were Izuku's mother and father," snapped Katsuki. "If he was a real man, then this boy can speak for himself." He started patted Izuku's cheek. "C'mon, Deku! Be a real man. Stand up for yourself! Say something, pussy!"
Izuku kept silent. Within a thunderstorm was brewing but he was trying to keep calm. He wasn't going to let Katsuki get the upper hand.
Katsuki smiled. "Like I thought, nothing. Just like his absentee father and slothful mother, pussy!"
"Keep my mother out of this," shouted Izuku.
"Oh, he speaks," said Katsuki. "Why? Don't like it when I talk about the truth, you little pussy!"
Author's note: At that moment, that is when Katsuki should have never involved parents. That is where he fucked up. One thing about Izuku was the love for his parents. You've been warned, Katsuki!
"The only thing that is pussy is my contact list." He narrowed his eyebrows. "And last time I remember, your mother, Mitsuki, was somewhere in there. Let me think...let me think...now I remember. Under the category, "Hot and Ready!"
Author's note: I think we are now caught up from Chapter 6 and Chapter 7…. Back to the present...
"Roll up the quirks! Where the opps at!"
Izuku was panicking. He tried covering his mouth to not give any presence of his being there.
"Katsuki's in the cut! It's a scary sight!"
At first, he thought about hiding in the shower stall. He decided against it for Katsuki could easily see his legs.
"A lot of people say that I'm Izuku crazy till their ass is on the brick or their brains be on the pavement." His voice was hallowing in the locker room. He was close. His sinister laughter rung throughout the room. Izuku felt like a rock in a hard place.
The lockers. He couldn't find the exit and the lockers were the last resort. Plus, it wasn't the first time being stuffed in a locker.
He heard a whistle as he melodically loomed closer. "When I catch him, leave him slumped, now his body just laying. Now they will miss you! Goodbye, Deku! Oh boo hoo! You went to school! You were a good dude! Now you'll be cooked food. And I'm the fucking chef! Yeah, I cook dudes. For a cheap price, that's about five stacks. For those five stacks, I'll leave your ass back!"
Izuku opened the locker and immediately enter it. He closed it, covering his mouth from Katsuki.
As he backed away, he felt a plushy object behind it.
"Smells like oatmeal raisins!"
He cocked his head when seeing the happy-go-lucky redhead brunette in front of him.
"Ruby?"
"Surprise!"
He tried keeping her and himself quiet as he knew that Katsuki was within the vicinity.
"Calling my mother a pussy? You're the only thing that is about to be bloody in here. Hope you got tampons!" Katsuki took strong deep breaths. "Oh, you are near. I can smell the pussy in you. Nice location to have your final moments of life, Deku. I need to inform the manager of a replacement locker. For this will be your casket at your funeral."
"Oh, shit," thought Izuku.
As Izuku tries to be quiet and hide, Ruby smelled the scent of the chlorine and scent.
"You smell like the ocean," said Ruby.
Izuku put his finger to his lip, enticing silence with her. "Please, not now. Please keep quiet."
"Oh," exclaimed Ruby. "Is that a friend looking for you?"
"About to smoke on that Deku pack," said Katsuki with a sniveling grin.
"Far from it," said Izuku worriedly. "For me, let's be quiet until he goes away."
Izuku pressed close to Ruby so there won't be any rattling from the locker. Izuku felt Ruby's soft breasts on his back. She even smelled good. He smelled bubblegum pancake shampoo. Her scent and her body are invigorating that he was feeling overwhelmed.
"Izuku, if you are in danger," whispered Ruby. "You know I can help."
"1,2, Katsuki's coming for you!"
Before Izuku could respond, Katsuki was inches away from Izuku's locker. He was about to open the door until Eijiro entered the locker room.
"Dude, come quick," shouted Eijiro.
"What's wrong, Eijiro," asked Katsuki.
"Mina and Momo are stark ass naked getting it on right now in the pool!"
"Hell yeah, I am watching that." Katsuki turned back to the lockers.
"Katsuki?"
"Fine!"
He busted open the door, exposing Ruby and Izuku but Katsuki didn't see. He walked away, leaving Izuku and Ruby alone.
Izuku removed Ruby's hand. "Sorry, Ruby! Please forgive me!"
"That's okay," said Ruby. "I think your friend has a second opinion."
"What friend," asked Izuku curiously.
She winked, pointing at his junk. He noticed, fell back, pulling Ruby's swimming bra.
He apologized but showed her melon-sized breasts.
His nose began to bleed.
She giggled. "If you want to look at my boobs, then you should have asked."
He stuttered.
"Also, you are talking in full sentences!" She clapped at him. "Yay!"
He passed out.
Sometime later….
Izuku woke up with his head to her lap. She has a fan to keep him cool.
"What happened," asked Izuku.
"You went night-night," answered Ruby.
He saw the huge mounds on Ruby. He covered his mouth, trying to combat his erection and his shyness.
He saw that it was getting darker. "My friends?"
"They are gone. I stumbled upon a girl. I think her name was Mina," informed Ruby. "She says to keep an eye on you until you wake up."
"The pool is closed?"
"Actually, the pool is twenty-four hours." She shows a black card. "Nighttime is for VIP. Your friend, Momo said to bring it back to her tomorrow."
"Wait a minute? What did you tell them?"
"The truth!"
"Good!"
"I've told them that I am your foreign girlfriend."
[Imagine railroad noises.]
"What did you say to them?"
She giggled. "I said that I am your girlfriend, silly!"
He passed out once more.
To be continued….