Hey, guys! GOTA, here, with another installment of 'A Homestay To Remember.' In this chapter, Izuku and Ruby's debut as models makes an unexpected turn. Meanwhile, Ryuko makes a decision about Glynda's participation in obtaining Izuku. Later, Katsuki and Weiss express their feelings about Izuku and what needs to be done with him. Then, Ryuko gets a surprise visitor. Also, Blake receives support about her feelings for Izuku from a reliable source.
As always, which girl do you ship with Izuku? And yes, it is obviously a harem but it is always fun to wonder! Enjoy!
Team Emerald Rose! {Ruby x Izuku}
Team White Emerald! {Weiss x Izuku}
Team Greenshade! {Blake x Izuku}
Team Golden Emerald! {Yang x Izuku}
Inko and the girls' tickets to the fashion show were balcony seats. Wanting to be a great host mother, she purchased their tickets. The girls were grateful with their host mother for everything she has done for them since their arrival. Yang decided to sit next to Auntie. Blake sat beside Inko and Weiss sat in the end. Weiss remained quiet as she has been feeling troubled over the last few hours since feeling alienated about her feelings about Izuku. Meanwhile, Yang was anticipating the fashion show. Especially when learning one of her friends was featured on the bill for tonight's event. However, with Blake, her thoughts were lying elsewhere.
Blake continued looking through pictures of Izuku on social media. Seeing his lovely, heavenly smile whenever he hung out with friends, by himself, or with family. She loved seeing him in his cute bunny outfit when he was younger. If Izuku was a Faunus, a rabbit would definitely suit him. She also browsed various tourist attractions where they could go alone.
There was a specific temple that focused on fertility. Something to pray about whenever she graduated from university.
Blake knew there was competition with her friends and teammates. She was acutely aware of Yang spying on them when she and Izuku were having sex in the shower. Unless the blonde hair came from somewhere else, who else had blonde hair in the household. Nevertheless, she decided to keep it discreet and opaque. She had a watchful eye and was to be prepared for the unexpected from the bohemian dragon. Ruby liked anything cute thus automatically putting her in the run.
She touched her ears, recalling the tenderness whenever Izuku touched them. They were soft and gentle to the touch. Her legs began to squirm as her body recalled the consummation of their relationship the previous night. Who was this Izuku and how was he able to pull a somewhat apathetic teen like her. She wouldn't describe herself as difficult. She wasn't easy either. Nevertheless, this sixteen year old has such a light within him that penetrated her.
She lightly chuckled as she walked into her own pun. Something she knew Yang would enjoy, but wouldn't dare tell her.
Yang hugged the portly mother. "Thank you thus far for what you're doing, Auntie." She bowed humbly. "We are forever indebted to you."
Inko waved her hands. "Never you mind, Yang," she said calmly. "You've been great girls thus far. I haven't had this much fun during my college days."
"And when was that? Five years ago," questioned Yang teasingly.
"Yang, stop. You're just too much!"
"Seriously, Auntie! You're gorgeous, vivacious, and elegant," she retorted seriously. "Your husband is lucky to have a wonderful woman like you."
Inko returned the blonde's embrace. "You're so modest. To think that Goodwitch wouldn't think so different of you."
Yang decided to overlook Inko's response in regards to Goodwitch. Their relationship wasn't far off the mark of stale. There are reasons for the sour relationship. Reasons she felt they were unnecessary to elaborate.
Inko noticing of Yang's silence indicated hints that she would forward the subject. "Let's focus on having a great time with this fashion show." She clapped her hands happily. "This is so exciting! And my first!" She turned to other girls. "Weiss, Blake? You're okay?"
Weiss looked away from her compact when turning to Auntie Inko. She smiled. "Yes, ma'am. Just getting my appearance in order."
Inko pursed her lips alluringly. "A boy?"
The Snow Princess blushed. "No!" She lowered her head. "Just think a girl should look good no matter where you go."
"Self comes first," interjected Yang as she hovered over Inko. She was trying to pry on Blake as she was the least speaking member of the group. She noticed Blake eyeing her social media account. A smile appeared as there was a certain cinnamon roll on the tab. Yang made a mental note to add him as a friend on Facebook. She was also anticipating on confronting the duo about their little sex show that she had the privilege to watch. Before entering the auditorium, she saw that her orders were arriving tomorrow by courier. She was grateful to Oum for the plans she had with her darling Faunus and cinnamon roll/father of her kits.
Feeling more comfortable, she decided to tease the Faunus. "You know, Blakey. Ogling over your boy toy doesn't make him going to appear out of the screen."
Hearing those words penetrated Blake's ears, completely destroying her Faunus fantasy of having cat-rabbit babies. Keeping her composure, she turned to Yang. "What do you mean?"
"Blake, don't play dumb." She eyed Blake at Inko. "Bold move especially with the oven that made those sweet buns."
Blake turned away. She was embarrassed as to why she would look at Izuku's profile with his mother nearby. Inko proceeded to laugh at the girls' witty bantering. "Feels like high school again." She turned her head to Blake. "It's okay if you have a crush on my darling Icchan."
Blake placed her cell phone at her heart. "Why would I think of your son like that?" She began to panic. "No way would I like your son, Icchan! Romantically, of course!"
A chuckle was returned. "Blake! Your Pinocchio is showing," she said melodically. "Flustered face, clammy hands, curt and blunt responses." She wiggled her finger. "Tell-tale signs of liking my little man." She winked at Yang as the blonde played coy as she whistled. "A mother knows, dear," she told Blake. "Besides, I was sort of spying on you as you were writing your message."
Blake turned beet red. How did the so-called ninja of Beacon completely miss the tactics of a spying mother. "Listen, Blake! I love the fact that you guys are getting along with Izuku. It makes the homestay better."
"Hmm-mmm," concurred Yang. "We haven't had much interaction with him, but he's a sweetheart."
"He has that addictive personality," retorted Inko as she sat back. "My God in heaven! Seeing my little man growing up so fast. To see his loving face surrounded by lovely girls like yourselves. If only there was a law that you guys could take my Izuku away as your groom."
"That could be arranged."
Yang produced a Cheshire grin. "What was that, Blakey?"
Blake scratched under her chin. "I said, that was strange. How did I get a scratch mark on my phone? I just got this not too long ago."
"I know it has only been two days, but I have good feelings about you all," replied Inko. "I am looking forward to greater experiences for these next few weeks. So, please be good to my Icchan."
"You got it, Auntie," said Yang while giving a thumbs up.
"I will, Auntie Inko," replied Blake humbly. She was feeling like a blushing bride. Did Auntie indirectly give her the greenlight to pursue her son willingly without discreetment? She felt her heart beating quickly as she was looking forward to adventures she can share with Izuku. She didn't want to say that she was in love. However, she can't say that was growing more enamored by him each time they have crossed paths.
As Inko was turning away from her seat, she noticed that Weiss was missing. She turned to Yang. "Hey, where did Weiss go?"
The blonde shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, Auntie." She turned to Blake. "You?"
Blake shrugged her shoulders also. "I am not sure. I was too focused on my boy...you guys that I wasn't paying attention."
Inko touched her cheek. "I hope she doesn't think I have been neglecting her." Honestly, Inko was having trouble reaching Weiss. Out of all of the girls in the group, she was the most difficult case. Although she was respectful, cordial, friendly, and responsive to anything acquired of her, Inko felt that Weiss wasn't being comfortable with herself. She felt as if the white-haired teen was walking on eggshells.
The emerald-haired mother was aware of the incident between Weiss and her son this morning. She overheard the girls when the Snow Princess accused her son of peeping. Inko knew that Izuku wasn't perverted, in comparison to any typical teenager exploring their sexuality. Be that as it may, he wasn't involved in any type of voyeurism. So, she knew it had to be an accident. The only reason why she didn't confront Weiss about the incident was because of the others defending her son. It felt wonderful that there were people who thought highly of him. Raising Izuku wasn't an easy job as a single parent (whenever her husband was unavailable). Nevertheless, to see him grow to become this young man and now there were girls who were pining for him brought her great joy.
She knew Izuku and girls were like oil and vinegar. Nevertheless, she knew that Izuku was going to be okay. For he will grow onto his own and develop his own caliber when it comes to women.
She decided not to worry about Weiss. The Snow Princess, ironically, was probably stepping outside to blow off steam. She hoped to God that an attitude adjustment would come with her cooling off outside of the auditorium. She never believed in hitting other people's children, but the next time she finds out Weiss slaps her Icchan, Weiss is going to need to speak with a dentist, an orthodontist, and a brain surgeon.
Maybe a plastic surgeon and maybe, not possibly, a funeral director.
"I wouldn't worry about Weiss," said Yang assuringly. "She can be a sourpuss sometimes."
"If not all the time," retorted Blake. She crossed her legs as she sighed about her best friend. "Still, she isn't being herself and I do plan to talk to her."
"Ladies and gentleman. Sorry for the delay. I would like to welcome all of you boys and girls to tonight's festivities…."
"After the show," said Blake.
Meanwhile….
Izuku and Ruby were positioned at their respective stations. They had their own seats, mirrors, costumes, anything to prepare them for a fashion show.
The emerald-haired Sun God groaned as he wished he didn't accept Masaru's proposition of his fashion debut. The hallway was crammed with fashion models. Male and female alike were dressed in alluring, seductive costumes. Costumes that made Kayama-sensei's outfit look like appropriate clothing to attend church services.
"You want me to do what?" Izuku blurted out to Uncle Masaru. His eyes were wide as saucers as saw the limited amount of clothing shared between men and women. He wasn't sure if he was at a fashion show or at a nudist commune.
Izuku also suspected Uncle Masaru to be a peculiar individual. Perverted and risque was the last thing he would have thought of. Masaru interlaced his hands as he centered himself in front of the teens. "Our theme is abstract and expressionism - to explore our bodies through the manifestation of the arts."
Izuku's face was flushed. He was mumbling at the mouth and sweat was profusely evacuating his pores. Concerned, Ruby decided to speak on Izuku's behalf. "If I am getting your viewpoint, you are basically telling us to face the public wearing those outfits."
The outfits-in-question were wedding style outfits. The groom's outfit sported a top hat with a tuxedo that exposed his groin and his butt. The bride's outfit came with a bocquet and her 'dress' was basically all-white lingerie that was crotchless and breastless.
"It's about modernism," explained Masaru calmly. "It's all about expression. We aren't telling you to have sex." He dropped his head. "Plus, there will be children (of appropriate age) present."
Izuku remained silent. His only sign of communication was his rocking his head back and forth. Masaru sighed through his nose. "Back at it again, Icchan. Reminds me when you were young and nubile."
Ruby coughed to return his concentration back to her. "Why didn't you say this earlier before we came?"
"We were afraid you both would say no." Masaru placed his hands in a praying position. "Please, Ruby and Izuku! I know I am asking you guys a lot. This might be wrong on so many levels. Plus, you guys are of age." He snapped his fingers. "You do this for me and I will give you both $500."
Masaru was interrupted when hearing the sound of a thud. He turned and saw Izuku hitting his head back and forth against the table.
Izuku. exe has been corrupted!
Ruby could tell that the shift of assertion was returned to her. Using her agility and skills from Beacon, she had to be steadfast. "Judging by Izuku's disposition, that is barely enough for emotional distress." She reached out and took Izuku's hand. "Izuku? Izuku?"
"T-t-t-take m-m-m-me t-t-t-to t-t-the p-p-place where t-t-t-the wild t-t-t-things are," said Izuku. Ruby rested her case as she turned her sights back on the spawn of Satan's father. "See?"
"$1000 and two tickets to a resort in the mountains."
$2000 and each ticket comes with twins."
"Six tickets?!"
Ruby crossed her arms. "Take it or this bride and groom are eloping as well."
Masaru didn't have any choice. It would be virtually impossible to find couples their size in the next hour. He clapped his hands. "Deal!" He shook Ruby's hands in thankfulness. "Thank you so much! You're a saint."
"Nope! A prospective huntress!" She turned to Izuku as he was still in the midst of a shocker.
"I still see the shadows in my room," he said melodically. "Can't take back the love that I gave you."
She covered her mouth as she hid her laughter. And a prospective wife of the greatest Pro Hero of all time!
"Thanks once again, Ruby," said Masaru ecstatically. He bowed before Ruby. "If you excuse me, I believe I have my own personal battle between the toilet and the roast beef from earlier. Apparently, it isn't setting well with me." He bowed once again. As he left the duo, he whispered to the ears of the makeup artists to prepare Ruby and Izuku for their act. Ruby saw the itinerary of the fashion show and saw that they were the last act of the night.
The black-redhead leader wasn't nervous as this wasn't her first time putting on a display. Although her Crescent Rose wasn't present and she wasn't in any bouts with Grimms, Ursai, or Beowulves, she was dealing with the public and first impressions were important to her. She took steady breaths. She cracked her neck as she mentally prepared for the task at hand.
Not even three days in Japan and I am making my fashion debut. I received a kiss from a boy who I believe is my true love. I even gained money and a free vacation at a mountainous resort. I wonder if the resort has onsens? Oum, should have been more specific? Nevermind. Back to dealing with my prince.
As she turned her head, Izuku was lying his head on the table. His lips remained quivering, still reveling in exposing his goods to the public. Before performing a sanity check on the emerald-haired teen, she needed to establish contact with Yang.
She and her sister haven't spoken since this morning. She wanted to see her and the others' whereabouts.
In the pursuit of grabbing her phone, she was met with a shove by a passerby. The shove made Ruby hit her arm on the nearby soda can. The spilled soda can covered the entire cell phone.
"Oops! Pardon me, Rubes. I can be quite clumsy." She didn't have to turn around. The mirror in front of her served her better as the blonde American was standing over her as she was scanning her nails.
Ruby remained silent. Her face was unmoved. She wouldn't dare react as she refused to give Melissa that satisfaction. "Accidents happen," responded Ruby. "Can't cry over spilled milk." She narrowed her eyes. "Something your father should have considered when tying the knot, if you can catch my drift."
The blonde crossed her arms. Her smile remained intact. Arms crossed and eyes attentive to Ruby. "Kudos, Ruby!" She made strong, sharp claps. "A quip! A clever one, one might say." She turned her head as she prepared to leave. "Accidents do happen." She pursed her lip. "Can't say the same about your dear old mother, Summer. Can we?"
Ruby's eyes squinted. It was met with a chuckle from Melissa. "Oh, Rhinestone honey. Must we forget who's father organized this homestay." She pecked Ruby on the cheek. "So long!"
Ruby was frozen to be reminded of the very incident that inspired her to become a huntress. A cold feeling hit the pit of her spine. The audacity of Melissa to deliver such a low blow. Ruby stared and glared at the American as she paraded herself down the hallway. She gripped the ends of the armchair as she mentally declared Melissa Shield as an enemy.
Meanwhile….
The women of UA High's Selective Re-Modification Program remained in their van on bated breath. Ryuko was working on a crossword puzzle. Nemuri was painting her nails. Yuu was texting Pro Hero Hawks about her acrimonious feelings involving their relationship. Meanwhile, Glynda was trying to reach Ruby.
Minutes have passed and there was no resolve. Silence filled the van as Glynda relentlessly attempted to contact her student. In the end, it was going to voicemail.
Embarrassment was filling her brain. What should have been an easy task was turning into a disaster. Glynda kept her eyes glued to the phone, hoping and praying for a response. What was going wrong, she was thinking to herself as she continued pushing the buttons on her smartphone.
She was already questioning her own integrity as a professor. She could barely contain her stance whenever engaging in bouts with fellow villains. Now, she was beginning to look foolish in front of her proteges and could feel the heat of disapproving satisfaction from Tatsuma.
After a multitude of calls, Ruby was out of reach.
An audible sigh filled the van. Nemuri and Yuu turned as it was Ryuko that created the audible sigh. "See? Can't say that we have been down here before." Ryuko clicked her tongue. She shook her head in disapproval as she looked at the others. "That is why Chicago was a failure. Your incompetence for the ability of a measly, yet simple task." She produced a smile as she nodded her head. "How were you the sensei of Midnight and Mount Lady when even you failed your own lessons."
Nemuri and Yuu felt that it was best to remain silent. This was a confrontation between Tatsuma and Goodwitch.
"The moment I saw you back, I knew that this was going to be a glorious disaster," Ryuko deadpanned. "Earlier, I decided to entertain it. Wanted to see when the shit hit the fan. I didn't think it would be this soon. At least make it more entertaining."
Glynda nervously rubbed the back of her head. She was honestly frozen without a rebuttal. She couldn't even look Tatsuma in the eye.
"Spending hours on a wild goose chase without any results. We are nowhere near close to having Izuku," responded Ryuko frustratingly. "There are better things that I could have done. Very important arrangements."
A crackle was released from Glynda's throat. She covered her mouth. She didn't want to give the blonde a hint of nervousness. She cleared her chest as she coughed. "Errors happen. Incidents can occur. Expect the unexpected," she said firmly. "Plans can deviate. This operation was prepared at the last minute and lacked precautions, measures, things of that caliber. Remember that technology was built by men. Men create errors." She lifted her head as she forced herself to face Ryuko. "Therefore, faults will happen. However, I will not stand here to be insulted. We don't need this negativity."
Nemuri and Yuu remained motionless. However, Nemuri admired Glynda's fallacies in human error. She was internally proud to call her Sensei, no matter what others thought.
A slow, sharp clap filled the van. Ryuko clapped her hands slowly as she crossed her legs. "Quite a speech, Goodwitch! A Razzie worthy performance, I may add. Maybe a Sammy!" Her smile faded. "However, Glynda. We barely need you."
Nemuri interjected. "Hold on, Tatsuma-sensei! Granted mistakes have been done, but it doesn't mean belittling Goodwitch."
Yuu decided to join Nemuri. "Goodwitch's words are true. They are even presented in the manual of the Selective Re-Modification Program. Deviations and errors are common. For as long it doesn't result in revealing ourselves to the public or pressing public scrutiny with the powers that be, then all is well."
"Look, Sensei," sad Nemuri to Ryuko. "We understand the importance of obtaining Izuku. Trust me! Just thinking putting my hands on him makes my kitty purr. And I don't even have a pet." She cleared her throat as she decided to return her professional composure. "Spare Goodwitch! I know you and her aren't the best of colleagues, let alone friends. However, we make errors and we make mistakes."
Goodwitch felt warmth in her heart to see her former pupils defending her. The blonde tried to force her thoughts into some semblance of order as she tried not to display any negative emotions.
"Respectful on how you defend your sensei," replied Ryuko. "Admirable. She has taught you well. However, one must not forget their position and place in this organization." She glared at the girls. "Are we clear?"
It was then when Ryuko turned to the computer screen. Putting on her glasses, she proceeded to type on the keyboard. "Time has been wasted and I have decided, as chairman, to cancel tonight's plans on capturing Izuku Midoriya."
"Huh?" Nemuri stared at Ryuko with the look of surprisement. Yuu was taken aback by Ryuko's comment.
"There is too much compromisation in pursuing this any further. Even with our ctOS software, it will still create confusion with the public," responded Ryuko matter-of-factly. "A ruse I would like but playing it smartly is better." After typing a few keystrokes from the keyboard, she turned around to face the others. "Nezu and Aizawa have been notified." She looked at Nemuri. "Aizawa and Nezu would probably want a debrief of this, so have the data collected and ready for him by tomorrow."
"Yes, Tatsuma-sensei," answered Nemuri formally.
She, then, turned to Yuu. "Takeyama! Go into the database and search for better venues. Meanwhile, I will schedule another meeting with Nezu and Aizawa on properly conducting a better protocol on obtaining Midoriya discreetly without suspicion."
Yuu wanted to protest. She could feel the hurt coming from Goodwitch. Nevertheless, there wasn't anything she could do. Tatsuma-sensei is the chairman of the advisory board and she was a subordinate to the blonde. "Yes, ma'am," answered Yuu quietly, yet formally.
A slight smile appeared on Ryuko's face when she faced Glynda. "Due to the incompetence, Goodwitch, I hereby suspend from this program effective immediately."
No, thought Nemuri as she covered her mouth as she was reveling in shock.
Sensei, thought Yuu.
Goodwitch clutched her chest. "Suspending me?"
"Suspension! Shut out! Removed! Eliminated! Finished," answered Ryuko sharply.
"Me? Off of this? The very thing I have brought into fruition," questioned Goodwitch.
"Nuh-huh," interjected Ryuko. "Without us, difficulty would have ensued; which doesn't surprise me with your sense of overriding futility." She looked at Yuu. "Open the door for Goodwitch, would you please? I believe that this will be her exit."
"You're kicking me out," blurted Glynda.
"Kicking out is such an archaic phrase," responded Ryuko condescendingly. "Like the infamous Nino Brown would say, you have been canceled." A cackle was released from her slothful lips as she pressed a button beside her. Upon pressing it, the door to the van was opened. "This is where you will exit. Now make yourself scarce."
"Are you really going to leave me out here," questioned Goodwitch worriedly. She then turned to Nemuri and Yuu. "Midnight? Mount Lady? Aren't you going to say something."
The blue-haired temptress and the vain blonde turned to each other. Their silence alone already determined Glynda's fate. Nemuri sighed heavily. "Sorry, Sensei. Tatsuma-sensei is our superior and we must follow rules."
"Yeah," interjected Yuu as she dropped her head. "Sorry, Sensei!"
Glynda's lips quivered. Feeling dejected and defeated, she grabbed her purse and exited out of the vehicle. Upon exiting and closing the door, the van engine turned on and the Landmark 150 departed into the night.
Now alone and left to defend for herself, she looked at the night sky. "Damn it, God! It's like Chicago all over again. Why me, Lord? Why me, Oum? I know I am not a saint. I have done wrong. I am a woman of morals. I pay taxes! I pay taxes, Lord! Donald Trump doesn't pay taxes!"
Talking to herself wasn't going to serve her any justice. Without the devices of the Selective Re-Modification Program, if she was going to obtain Izuku, then she would have to do it herself.
"Which I should have done in the first place," she said to herself. "Why waste this ample amount of time." With allotted time before the amusement park closed, she decided to enter the venue. As she was reaching for her wallet, she noticed something was missing.
"Where in the hell is my money? I had yen notes and American dollars." She checked throughout her purse. She even noticed her debit card was missing. As she continued checking, she saw a sticky note inside.
A note that was handwritten by Ryuko Tatsuma.
"Hey, Goodwitch!
Due to the dedication that we are doing to continue to keep the SRP an active program, it requires funds. Thank you so much for your contribution and people like you.
Ryuko!
P.S.: We're even! Never cross me again, bitch!"
The blonde professor tucked her hands onto her stomach. An awkward smile appeared on her face. "This is the thanks I get for kindness!" She tilted her head to the sky. "FUCKING RYUKO TATSUMA!"
Without any money and no mode of transportation, Glynda decided to call an Uber to take her back to the Midoriya residence. If there was any consolation, the debit card wasn't hers as it belonged to David Shield as her Valian debit cards were invalid in this country.
As she was reaching for her cell phone, a passing van splashed water, causing it to slush onto her.
The van stopped, backing up to Glynda.
The van lowered its windows. A blonde woman popped her head out of the window. "Oh my God, I am so terribly sorry, Miss!"
Glynda was silent. She was now dirty, wet, and broke.
"You see what happens when you let Yawara drive," said the blonde woman. She turned to Glynda. "I am terribly sorry, ma'am. Are you alright?"
Glynda felt the dirtied water dripping throughout her body. "I think alright is the last thing I am feeling right now."
The male driver opened the car door and walked to Glynda. He was in a praying position. "Forgive me, ma'am for my terrible driving. You see! We are late attending this carnival. We are actually supposedly running a kissing booth at the meet-and-greet after the fashion show."
Glynda raised her hand, interrupting the gentleman. "Don't need a life story right now...what's your name?"
"Yawara!" He bowed humbly onto Goodwitch. "Yawara Chatora. At your service."
The blonde began to giggle. "Excuse our friend, miss."
"The name is Glynda. Glynda Goodwitch!"
"Glynda Goodwitch! My name is Ryuko Tsuchikawa." She raised a peace sign. "Also known as Pixie-bob from the Wild, Wild Pussycats."
"Like yeah!" Glynda turned and saw a green-haired teen climbing out of the passenger side window. "I am Tomoko Shiretoko!" She produced a flashy smile. "But I am sweetly known as Ragdoll! By the way, are you a good witch?!"
"Once again," interjected Glynda annoyingly. "Not needing a story. Just a way home."
Falling on deaf ears. The professor saw another member of the clown circus standing on top of the van. The brunette smiled alluringly as the moon served as the background. "And my name, my dear, is Shino Sousaki." She winked. "Affectionately known as the infamous leader, Mandalay!"
A teardrop appeared from Glynda's face. "So apparently what I am saying doesn't mean anything?"
Each of the girls positioned themselves in a triangular position. Yawara stood in the center below Shino. "With all of us combined, we make the Wild, Wild Pussycats."
A pregnant silence followed. Glynda looked with awkwardness. "I think the road to normalcy is that way." She pointed at the parking lot. "I think I am going to take my chances with stalkers, rapists, and serial killers. See ya!"
Tomoko hopped and latched onto Glynda's leg. "Please, lady! Don't leave! We need to make it up to you since we drenched your clothes."
"I am okay," replied Glynda. As she tried shaking off Tomoko, her strong grip caused her to remain on her leg. "Come off! Come off, damn it!"
Shino cleared her throat. "Listen, Glynda. We are people with goodwill in store. We want to make it up to you. No good deed goes unpunished."
"That doesn't make any sense," said Glynda.
Ryuko decided to step in. "What my furry friend is saying, at least let us get you some dry clothes. We have a friend at the fashion show that can get you some."
"Did you say fashion show," questioned Glynda.
Tomoko's eyes began to gleam. "Like yeah!"
Glynda did recall Yawara mentioning their group participating in the meet-and-greet following the fashion show. A sinister look appeared on Glynda's face. A wicked smile that looked similar to a certain curmudgeon. The professor reached for Ryuko's hand. "Pixie-bob, right?"
"Hmm-mmm," exclaimed Ryuko.
"You know! Since you guys are wanting to help me, I don't mind accepting your offer," replied Glynda.
"Like nyaa," cried Tomoko happily as she nuzzled onto Glynda's leg. "Nyaa! Nyaa!"
Shino hopped off the van. "Come and join us. We will even give you a VIP pass just as a bonus."
Glynda couldn't help but smile. Maybe there was a silver lining in getting thrown out from the van. "I appreciate your act of kindness."
Yawara looked at his watch. "Let's go! We are already late!"
Shino turned to Tomoko. "Let go of the scratching post and c'mon!"
"Aww," cried Tomoko. "I was just getting comfortable."
"Do I need to get the spray?"
"No!"
"Alright!"
Glynda followed Shino and the others into the van. She positioned herself in the backseat as Yawara stepped inside of the vehicle. The lone male pussycat put the car into drive as they were entering the carnival. The professor became excited as sneaking in was no longer necessary.
It wouldn't be long before having her encounter with Izuku.
Meanwhile….
Katsuki was a jolly as a chunky schoolboy who received an extra slice of cake. As if the gods were listening, there was a potential ally in his wake. As if the gods were listening when discovering a girl that shared the same feelings of hate and disgust toward Izuku Midoriya.
Since there wasn't anything ritzy in the terms of fine dining, he and Weiss went to the food court where they could conduct their meeting.
Katsuki ordered a parfait and Weiss did the same.
His confidence was exuded when he pulled out his father's black card. "Don't worry about paying, toots! It's on me." He produced a strong smile as he slid the black plastic across the chip reader. Weiss didn't show any emotion, appearing unimpressed. The Snow Princess questioned why she accepted the blond's invitation. When learning that he and Izuku were in the same circles, she became detested. She could tell a prissy, prim, and pampered individual. His clothing screamed expensive, he was drenched in cologne, and he made comments that were chauvinistic.
Be that as it may, she decided to run along with this. It was out of character for the white-haired teen, nevertheless, she needed to vent.
And she wasn't going to turn down a free meal.
"Ladies first!" Katsuki allowed Weiss to lead to a nearby booth in the food court. Katsuki wanted to be certain that he wasn't being tailed. Since the first assault on Izuku proved to be a failure, he needed to be as alert as possible.
Weiss had a smug look about the dairy treat. Deciding not to eat it, she pushed it aside and laid her blue eyes upon the blond. "Okay, Katsuki. You have me here. Let's conduct business."
Before he could take a bite, he was startled by her curtness.
"Whoa, Little Lady! Quite a mouth you have!"
"First off. I am not a 'Little Lady.'" She scoffed under her breath. "The name is Weiss Schnee. As in the heir of the Schnee Dust Company." She reached into her purse and pulled out a business card of her father's. "A card to verify the authenticity and legitimacy of said business. We are quite prestigious, privileged, and oh so above any league you can fathom."
Katsuki grew amazed by the tone of her voice. He believed that he had the right individual in aiding him on his next plan to sabotage Deku. "My sincerest apologies." He paused as he tried recalling her name.
"Weiss! Weiss Schnee!"
He snapped his fingers. "Weiss! Thanks! They call me Katsuki Bakugo. My father is a fashion designer." He lowered his eyes. "Masaru Bakugo. As in the Masaru Bakugo from the Bakugo collection?" He pursed his lips. "This fashion show here? My father's in charge of this event. So, around here, we are kind of a big deal."
"Enough to hold it at an amusement park," she retorted as she began picking at her parfait with a fork.
"Oi," he interjected. "Just so you know, he picked this place so he can allow people from all walks of life to see a chance of elegance." He took a bite of his parfait. "Something I can see you're lacking."
Weiss wanted to retort, but decided against it. "Let's conclude that we come from privilege." She crossed her arms. "And we don't take any shit."
"Wow," he said as he tried to cover his laughter. "Didn't think a little lady like yourself can curse."
She eyed Katsuki frustratingly.
"Sorry," he interjected. "Young lady."
Weiss sighed heavily as she got herself comfortable. "After being here for less than two days and seeing the shit show in front of me," she said. "Amazing what experience can do to you."
Katsuki nodded in agreement. "I can tell that we are going to get along famously."
She didn't answer. Weiss took her chance as she nibbled on the parfait. Finding it unrejectable, she took a bite. "So, Izuku Midoriya. What is your history with that boy?"
"I've thought you would never ask," said Katsuki with a wicked grin on his face. "We go way back. Back in the days when we were in the sandbox."
"Father never wanted us to play with scoundrels and we were above getting dirty," she retorted. "So, put this in English for me."
Katsuki was taken back. In his days of dealing with women, he had never felt contested like this before. He knew how to handle girls like Pony Tsunotori, Yui Kodai, Setsuna Tokage, just to name a few but Weiss was a different breed. "I've known Izuku since we were kids. His mother and my mother are best friends."
"Go on!"
"Both of us, in the beginning, were good friends," he said. "We stuck by each other's side, looked after each other. Spent the night in each other's houses, attended school together." He nodded to himself. "Thick as thieves. Inseparable until we started grade school."
"What happened?"
"I developed my quirk before him."
"A quirk?"
"A superpower."
"Oh! Like a semblance!"
"Yeah, whatever that is."
Weiss took another bite of her parfait. She was becoming a little comfortable with Katsuki. There weren't any signs of him wanting to flirt. He was making eye contact without extending his hand to touch. So, tell-tale signs that he was keeping this cordial, yet professional in terms of conversing.
"I was blessed to receive my quirk. I was happy and wanted to tell my best friend, Deku, about it." He paused as pursed his lip. He lowered his head. He was transitioning to play with the sympathy card. "Have you known the feeling of betrayal?"
Her eyes widened, indicating to Katsuki that he had pulled a trigger. She lowered her head. "Very well."
He took a bite of his parfait. He looked to the side as he watched children run through the amusement park. "They always say to keep your friends close, your enemies closer." He sighed. "Such nouns that should be reversed."
"Friends are a luxury these days," replied Weiss. "But nowadays, you begin to question if people are overusing it."
"Explain, Weiss!"
"Don't worry about it."
He laid his doe-eyes to Weiss, showing his attempt of compassion and sincerity. "Look! I know we have just met. You don't know me from next door or whatever you are from. I am a great listener. I do my best to convey feelings to make you feel better." He leaned back. "Is there something bothering you?"
Weiss shut her eyes. She had told herself that she wasn't going to let her argument she had with her best friend, Blake, get to her. She was still reeling in anger earlier about Izuku. Since starting this homestay, she was hearing Izuku's name from everyone of her teammates. What was about Izuku that was appealing to her friends? What made Izuku special that anything she said didn't matter? She didn't have the heart to tell the others that her feelings have been hurt and was beginning to feel neglected.
"Your story," she said faintly. "Could you continue with your story please?"
Katsuki began observing her body language. Her aggressive attitude began lessening, her body was beginning to slouch. Izuku was the cause of her troubles and he was anticipating to exploit it and use it to his own devices.
"Certainly, Weiss," he said softly. He arched his head closer, giving her limited space. He wanted to display a sense of urgency that he was supportive of Weiss. "I was ecstatic about having a quirk. One day after school I went to tell Deku about my quirk. I wanted him to be happy for me. Having a quirk is an exciting moment and I wanted my dear best friend to share this moment with me." He began to sniffle. "B-b-b-but…" He wiped his nose. "Sorry! I get kind of choked up when explaining this part."
Weiss extended her hand and grabbed Katsuki's hand, rubbing it affectionately. "Please explain."
"Thank you," he said quietly. "When I told him I had a quirk, he became angry at me. He said, 'just because you have a quirk doesn't make you better than me.' I was confused. I wasn't trying to hurt his feelings. I said that me having a quirk doesn't change anything. We are still friends." He began sniffling louder. "Deku lost it. He pushed me on the ground. He began hitting me and kicking me." He gripped Weiss' hand harder. "I cried and begged for him to stop. He wouldn't. He just kept doing it until I began screaming for my Mommy!"
Weiss didn't need to hear anything further. She already grew suspicious of Izuku's nature. She interlaced her hand with Katsuki's. "Don't say anything further. I knew he couldn't be trusted."
Katsuki stared blankly at the Snow Princess.
"This Deku isn't someone to be trusted," she told Katsuki. "Since I've been here, he is doing invasive and perverted things. I knew there was something wrong with him."
Katsuki feigned sniffling as he nodded in approval. "I've tried being his friend. I've tried wanting his acceptance. But, this pedestal he stands on needs to come down." He eyed the Snow Princess. "Now, you're saying that he had violated you?"
Her pale cheeks were turning red. "I wouldn't say violate." She shook her head in disagreement. "No! No, he did! He came into the bathroom this morning and literally snatched my towel off me." She hit the table. "Because of his actions, he had to be slapped. I wanted it to hurt. He has convinced my teammates and best friend on his side. He needs to be taught a lesson so they could see the real Izuku."
"Do you think we should do it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Teaching him a lesson?"
The Snow Princess eyed the spiky-haired blond. Their eyes indicated a congruence with each other.
"Should we teach Deku a lesson?"
Weiss took a bite into her parfait. "What are you thinking?"
Internal warmth filled Katsuki's cold heart. "According to my father, Izuku will be making an appearance in tonight's fashion show." He took a bite of his parfait. "His act will be the final act. Let's say we give Izuku a taste of his own medicine. For all of the world to see who he really is!"
"Despicable," exclaimed Weiss.
"A bastard," concurred Katsuki.
"An asshole!"
"A degenerate!"
"A pervert! A lecher! A bastard! A stealer!" Weiss stood up. "Took my friends, violated me, and stole my best friend, Blake, away from me! I hate him! That baka!"
Katsuki nodded in agreement. "Have a seat, Weiss! We have a little time before his debut." He glared at the window. "Let's make his debut a night he would never forget."
Meanwhile….
Izuku could only describe his experience in the dressing room as a montage. Make-up artists and fashion designers filled the room as they were getting him and Ruby suited up for the fashion show.
He didn't think emasculated was the right word, but overly pampered was the best suitable word in this particular juncture. He felt like a child being forcefully dressed by his mother to prepare for a dinner that he didn't want to attend.
The staff didn't give Ruby or Izuku a chance as they entered their dressing room. Both were pushed away into separate ends of the room as they were getting suited for their outfits. Every beck and call, they disrobed his clothing. They quickly applied his clothing onto him before he could spurt out a sentence. As the tuxedo-wearing Izuku was escorted to his seat, he was met with make-up artists as he was plastered with powder and eyeshadow.
After recovering from his last mental breakdown, he remembered Uncle Masaru's theme for the finale. It was going to be a wedding. If it wasn't for the staff members cornering him, Izuku would have bailed. However, they received word from a certain Californian about his nervousness and shyness, thus keeping him literally tied to the chair until they were finished preparing him.
At least the redhead-brunette was enjoying herself. The sounds of her humming approval and her comments of her pampering was coming from her lips. So, for the sake of Ruby, he would have to bite the bullet. He just hoped to God that no one he knew was going to be at that fashion show.
"Stand still, darling. I just got to add the finishing touch to your cute face," said the artist. Izuku squinted his eyes when the make-up artist applied a beauty mark next to his lower eyebrow. Before he could rub it off, the artist swatted his hand.
"No way, dear," replied the andronygous artist. "Beauty marks are in, my dear cinnamon roll."
He shuddered as he felt the cringe from this artist. It was hard to tell if the artist was male or female. They sound feminine, but the body was broad. Just a few more inches of height and Wild, Wild Pussycat member Tiger would have a sparring member for wrestling on the weekends. Izuku didn't mean anything by it. He wasn't used to being pampered. The best pampering he received were swirlies from Bakugo during their junior high days. At least when the ear, nose, and throat doctor were clearing any obstructions from those cavities, it was somewhat soothing.
"I appreciate the gesture, but are you aware that being cute isn't my goal, right," retorted Izuku. "Not that I appreciate the effort and all. Just being cute isn't me."
"I understand, Red State," retorted the artist. "However, this is the request from Masaru himself." They extended their fingers. "The goal is to look sexy, cute, and bashful when coming onto the stage. You are going to be the groom to your beautiful bride. At least Masaru is comfortable with his feminine side. So why not you?"
Izuku swayed his hands. "Please, sir or madam, my intent wasn't to be rude."
"Xellos! Call me Xellos, my poor, insecure lad," replied the artist who is named Xellos.
"Is it Mr. or Ms. by the way," asked Izuku inquisitively.
The artist placed his hand beside his face. "Sorry, my dear cinnamon roll. It's a secret!" They gave Izuku a final touch with the brush before showing his face in the mirror. "So, do you look cute or do you look cute?"
Izuku didn't want to be rude but he had seen a certain clown/serial rapist-killer that had looked better on him. "Or?"
Xellos clicked their tongue disapprovingly. "Piteous men don't understand the essence of true, natural beauty." He turned Izuku's chair to the front. "I will untie the strings when you are called to the stage. Don't need this cinnamon roll to escape, don't we? Plus, a certain friend wants you on that stage."
"You can say Melissa," retorted Izuku. "I saw her peeping me while you guys also sedated me. I wasn't that much of a handful."
"Please, dear. You were squirming like a fish out of water. Yet again, it was cute," winked Xellos.
"..."
"Do not go anywhere. Get it, knot?" The makeup artist giggled as he scurried away from the dressing room, leaving Ruby and Izuku alone together.
Ruby covered her mouth to hide her laughter. She reached for the sharpened peppermint she had in her purse to remove the restraints.
"Thanks, Rubes!"
"Don't mention it," she said as she cut the strings. "Quite a day."
"My God," interjected Izuku. "An adventurous day! What started out as a simple day at the pool turned into this."
"Expect the unexpected, Izuku," she said. "That is what my sister tells me."
Izuku would keep that in mind as he had barely had interactions with her sister, with the exception of their introduction and in her drunkenness. "Be that as it may, it has been crazy, but at least I hope this has been an experience for you."
She shut her eyes as she giggled. "A crazy, unpredictable experience. But at least I am having fun. Are you?"
"I will be when I can get out of this makeup."
"You know, that Xellos character was right. You are a little beauty when you have it on."
"..."
Ruby took a hold of Izuku's cheeks, rubbing it affectionately. "Don't get defensive. You do look pretty." She pecked him on his forehead. "My sweet, beautiful cinnamon roll."
Izuku was becoming nervous as his mouth was mumbling words. He didn't have the heart to tell Ruby how enchanting she looked in her outfit. Although seductive in taste, her beauty overrides it. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He could taste milk in her breath. "Let's have fun, my dear husband." Izuku closed his eyes when his lips met hers. Tender kisses were the key to Ruby as she wanted this never-ending kiss to be as sensual and pleasurable as possible.
"You smell good," she told him. "Has anyone told you how beautiful your eyes are. Very fetching!"
"..."
"You're so cute when you're nervous," she told him as she pulled him close. "Come here!" Ruby took the lead as she grabbed his hair, drawing him into the kiss. He gave in, allowing his body to give her control.
Ruby's kisses were the sweetest things. To be a novice, Izuku was thinking to himself, she was a great kisser. He tried pulling away as his erection was stirring. He tried pulling her away.
"Ruby, no! No," he said. She didn't listen. She continued giving him her sweet kisses. She broke the kiss again. She gave him a peck to his nose. His eyes show bewilderment. "Ruby," he said again.
It was a knock at the door that interrupted their moment. The door opened and saw that it was Xellos. "Ruby, you are needed in the next room to look at your lines for the act." Xellos turned to Izuku. "Your turn will be in a few minutes." They whistled. "I saw you have calmed down now." Xellos closed the door.
Ruby nodded in compliance. She turned to Izuku. "I will be right back." She pecked him on the cheek before departing. As she was leaving, she was mentally overwhelmed about her aberrant behavior. It was something about Izuku that her behaviorisms and mannerisms were thrown out the window. She decided to put those aside as she was preparing her faux wedding with Izuku.
She hoped to Oum that she could drop the faux at some point.
With Izuku alone, he decided to take this opportunity of going to the restroom. He stood up carefully as he tried not to wrinkle his outfit. He grabbed the door and stepped outside to the hallway.
Upon exiting, he focused in search of the restroom and not the obviosity of the naked flesh. Girls were giggling and catcalling him as he shied away. Averting his eyes, he went down the hallway as he saw arrows directing him to the restroom.
However, unbeknownst to Izuku, a certain pop idol was watching him.
"Hmm! This is deliciously yummy."
Vale idol sensation, Neon Katt was licking her lips as she decided to follow the cinnamon roll. Her act wasn't for another hour. So, why not get a warm up before facing her fans.
Meanwhile….
Ryuko was driving alone in the van as she needed to return the vehicle back to UA High School. She detested the idea of debriefing with staff, but decided to delve into it in the morning. There was a toy she had for her Pepe Le Pew and she didn't want her kitty to lie in wake any longer.
As she was driving, she received a notification on her phone. Upon reading the text, she saw that it was Glynda.
You will pay for what you did, bitch!
The blonde overlooked Glynda's lackluster threats. She wasn't moved and wasn't going to return the message.
As she was entering the highway, flashing lights of blue and red were in her hindsights. She looked into the mirror and saw that it was the police. Initially hesitant as she didn't want to face trouble as the van has a purpose that wasn't legal. Also, she felt that she wasn't breaking any laws.
Nevertheless, she pulled over to the side of the road. She just hoped for the best.
A black-haired police officer stepped out of the vehicle and made her way to the vehicle. Ryuko turned off the car engine and lowered the window.
"Good evening, officer," said Ryuko calmly.
The officer lowered her head, using her flashlight to shine onto the blond. "Evening! I am Detective Rally Vincent with the Musutafu Valley Police Department."
"Yes, ma'am," said Ryuko.
"The reason why I have stopped you was this vehicle has been reported stolen," informed the officer. "License, registration, and proof of insurance please."
Ryuko lowered her eyes. Then, the text message Glynda sent came back to her. She began to lightly chuckle. "Oh! Is that a fact? I have everything in order, Officer!"
Ryuko reached for her purse to open her wallet. Upon opening the wallet, she saw that her license was missing.
"Is everything okay, miss," asked the officer.
"Yeah! Just looking for my ID," said the nervous Ryuko. She went into the glove compartment to find her registration and proof of insurance.
Those were also missing.
"Shit," said Ryuko under her breath.
"Is there something wrong?"
"Officer, I can assure you that everything is okay."
"Would you step out of the car, please," asked the officer sternly.
"Yes, ma'am." Ryuko stepped out of the vehicle. As instructed by the officer, she walked to the police cruiser. She was told to put her hands on the vehicle as she searched her vehicle.
As the officer called for backup, Ryuko heard another notification on her phone. She saw that it was another text from Glynda. Discreetly without alerting the officer, she opened the text.
It gets worse!
Moments later, Ryuko's face was met with the hood of the vehicle. The sound of handcuffs and her hands being restrained trouble.
"This is Officer Vincent. We need backup immediately. Child endangerment! I repeat, child endangerment. Possible kidnapping."
As Ryuko turned around, in the back of the van was a tied up child. She immediately recognized him as Mandalay's nephew, Kota Izumi.
"You bitch," barked Ryuko before she was pushed to the concrete.
"You have the right to remain silent," barked the officer. "You're under arrest!"
To be continued….
BD: Damn, GOTA! So many questions to ask! Why would Ryuko steal from Glynda? How did Glynda steal Ryuko's information and got Kota in the back of the van?
GOTA: It's a secret! Seriously, it will be revealed in the following chapter.
BD: Alright! Stay tuned!