Hey, guys. BD is back with another installment of 'A Homestay To Remember.' Welcome to season two, or volume two, whichever you prefer it. Hopefully this season will be a greater one. As always, this chapter will serve as a slow build before we get to the meat and potatoes of the series, so I hope you enjoy it.
In this chapter, Izuku prepares to head to a mandated summer camp, authorized by Aizawa-sensei himself after learning of the events that happened at the fashion show. Meanwhile, Eijiro goes to Katsuki's house where he faces a strange encounter with the Bakugo clan. Later, Ruby and the gang are at Endeavor's hero agency where a little friendly fire ensues. Finally, Weiss has a secret that she hasn't told the girls about. Mishaps, misadventures, and hijinks continue. Enjoy!
Team Emerald Rose! {Ruby x Izuku}
Team White Emerald! {Weiss x Izuku}
Team Greenshade! {Blake x Izuku}
Team Golden Emerald! {Yang x Izuku}
Izuku sat at the foot of the bed as he was finishing packing his clothes to take back to school. Three Days Grace served as the soundtrack while getting ready to face the inevitable. His throat was dry and his hands were clammy as he knew that he and his friends were going to be mercilessly judged by their homeroom teacher.
"Wherever he goes, trouble follows him," he said to himself in self-defeating laughter as he zipped up his backpack. He contemplated taking his All Might novelty toy but didn't want to warrant further laughs from his peers. Social media has been doing enough of its own since he has donned his fashion debut.
Aizawa-sensei didn't take it too kindly after receiving word of the events that occurred at Sophia Island last week. It didn't help that his friends tweeted and posted on social media about him and Ruby's debut as well as the risque-burlesque show prior to their grand finale. It also didn't help that Minoru and Denki were caught in a compromising position with a certain whatchamacallit in the broom closet. It was definitely no help after Neito and Manga recovered from the hospital, they were singing canaries. They told the police everything — how Katsuki hired them to vow avenge against him, involving Weiss in the charade through funding, and pointed the finger at Blake and Yang for attacking them.
Aizawa-sensei, along with some members of the faculty and staff, were embarrassed, humiliated, appalled, and overall incandescent with rage. The stunt that Katsuki pulled made not only the local news but the news out in Remnant. That loudmouth gossiper and reporter Lisa Lavender certainly didn't serve them justice, making the entire event a circus act. Less than a week after the incidents, Izuku received word what he most feared.
"Due to the recent events that involved a few of our UA students, ALL of the freshmen class must report back to UA High School immediately. Your summer vacation has been vacated until further notice. UA doesn't support and/or encourage the acts that have occurred at the incident in question. As a UA student, you are a representative wherever you go. We will not tolerate mockery, misconduct, and tomfoolery from our students.
Dictated, not read:
Principal Nezu."
It was a knock at the door that disrupted his thoughts. The emerald-haired teen turned his head and saw that it was his mother. Grabbing hold of a towel, the portly mother stepped inside and checked on her only son.
"Hey, sweetheart," she said in a friendly tone. "Just giving a heads up that the Uber would be here in a few minutes to take you back to school."
He didn't respond, opting to nod as he grabbed his backpack and his luggage. A bit of a dismay, but at the same time, he understood. That was the price he had to pay for being a prospective Pro Hero.
At the same time, why should he be punished? Why should his friends be punished as well? He didn't do anything wrong. All of this was pointed at Bakugo. It was him or the others' fault that the spiky-haired blond couldn't manage his anger. He picked on him. He called him out in front of his classmates. He even tried to attack him — not once, but twice.
"Look, baby," she said as she approached him and firmly touched his shoulder. "You may not like what Aizawa-sensei is doing." She instructed him to sit down. He followed suit, making room for his mother. "You and I know you are being you. Whatever occurred prior to that night was nothing more than defending honor and standing up for yourself."
"Tch!" He scoffed under his breath. "Still doesn't mean I or my other classmates have to take the fall." He tried his best not to blame himself. Maybe his mother was right but he wasn't sure if his classmates would look at it the same way. After all, he was the sole reason why the tirade from Katsuki started. In the words of Aizawa-sensei: "Bakugo may have been the brush but you were certainly the kerosene. And life itself was nothing more than a match."
"You know how sensei is," replied his mother. "He sees you all as a unit and therefore as a unit, all work in accordance together. If one falls, then all falls." She clasped her hands. "It's a domino effect."
"Then get Kacchan or at least separate us." He gripped hold to his jeans. This happens every time and yet no one holds Katsuki singularly accountable. It was like the Eraser hero had a hard-on whenever he and Katsuki exchanged words with each other.
Inko understood. She knew that he and Kacchan didn't have the easiest relationship. She blamed herself, not taking out the time to reprimand or talk to the blond about his treatment toward her son. She easily wrote it off as typical childhood angst. It would taper off, fade away. She gripped the towel and wanted nothing more than to understand her son's plight. However, a piece of her wanted to tell him that these moments between him and Kacchan were nothing more than ways to toughen him up. In a world where villains ran rampant, her bunny rabbit would have to learn how to harden himself. With villains, there was no soft or hard mode when they attacked.
"Look at it this way." She turned her body to face him. "Aizawa didn't say summer was entirely canceled. Just until you guys can prove to him that he can trust you." Her wandering eye then looked over to the leaflet hanging out of his desk drawer. "Plus, I hear that you are going to camp so at least there is some recreational time you can spend with your friends."
If there was a bright side, at least it was that. He learned from Momo that her mother owned a private ranch outside of the prefecture. Usually used for private parties, weddings, retreats, personal vacations and the like, this summer the ranch would be used as a camp for the freshman UA class.
"The place has everything — onsens, our own lake, cabins, lots of places to be sneaky with your many girlfriends, Izuku. Tee-hee~!"
The teen turned a bright red when being reminded of his IzuRWBY fan club. Speaking of the girls, there has been radio silence with them as well. From sunup to sundown, their teacher and chaperone kept them busy with field assignments. When Izuku would wake up, they were gone and when he went to sleep, they would arrive. She had their phones monitored and gave it to them whenever they were up and kept them when they went to sleep.
Moments in which they were together, silence filled the room. Goodwitch kept a firm eye on them without reprieve or resolve. If anything, she acted like a prison warden instead of their teacher.
He, too, was no exception. There was brief interaction between him and the blonde professor. Whenever they were in each other's presence, she had strong glares toward him. The atmosphere would go dull and stale and the awkward silences prompted him not to interfere or intercept the teacher whenever she was around.
It certainly didn't help that she had his room for the duration of the homestay.
He felt bad for them, especially for Yang. Although they haven't spoken much, he could see how her bubbly presence was minimal around their teacher. If anyone served as the group's punching bag, she was it. He definitely understood how it felt to be in her place during his period of being quirkless.
Blake was a bit cold around him. If they spoke, it was formal, blunt, and curt — the exact opposite how they were in the previous week. At breakfast, she didn't look at him. Her eyes were dull and sullen, staring at the toast as she scraped and chewed properly. Her silence and her ignoring him was the worst, making his heart twinge. What happened to Blake that shared a bed and professed her love for him in the previous week.
Weiss was her usual self. At least he grew accustomed to how she treated him. He recalled the earful she received from her father following the fashion show. He saw the fear on her face of the words that penetrated her ear. In a way, it was just desserts as she conspired with Katsuki on plotting to get him, nevertheless, he was a softie. He just didn't like seeing a pretty girl cry.
At least Ruby did her best to be her usual cheerful self. She would smile whenever they crossed paths. The leader tried her best to make the best of the tough situation. She would leave peppermint sticks under his pillow in hopes he had sweet dreams or write a joke or a note and leave it in his shoe whenever he had gone places. Ruby was definitely the silver lining. Who knew that the girls had different faces when times of crisis occurred.
Nevertheless, he tried not to blame them as he was familiar with adversity. Goodwitch had to be one mean lady if the girls feared them so much. There was only three weeks left in their homestay before they departed back to Remnant. He grew concerned about whether he would have time to spend with them before they leave, especially with Blake.
With the exception of Weiss, each of them made their own way in making a great impression on him. However, Blake was the one that stuck out the most. As if she was a motif of God by design, the essence of sheer beauty and maturity.
He shook away those thoughts. Grabbing hold to his neck where Blake left a hickey, he nodded with his mother, agreeing with the upside of his summer vacation.
Inko smiled at her son and rubbed his knee. "Make a great impression at camp and show Aizawa-sensei that you can be trusted to come back home." Then, she displayed an alluring smile. "I know that there are four maidens waiting for their knight in shining green armor."
Izuku was taken aback when his mother sensually rubbed his upper thigh, making him bolt to the head of the bed. He knew she was joking but hated whenever she did that. "Mom!"
She shrugged her shoulders. "Just saying." She clasped her hands. "My son is becoming a budding Casanova to these beautiful fashion models. I just know that colored bleach isn't the only thing on those sheets of yours."
"Mom!" A teardrop appeared on his forehead. He facepalmed himself when hearing those words.
She chuckled. "C'mon, we're alone. Which one suits your fancy?" She patted the bed. "Isn't the cutie that loves cookies? The ditzy, flirty party girl." Her eyes became more alluring and amorous. "Or, maybe it is that fine beauty in black that wants to take her maiden voyage into your green valley."
[Imagine Izuku dropping to the ground with comedic effect]
"MOM!"
Inko covered her mouth, obviously enjoying watching her son feeling redder than a sweet potato on a cool November morning. It was no secret that out of all of the girls in the home, it was the raven-haired teen Blake that stood out the most. She was aware that her son suited her fancy and even gave the teen her blessing to go for him. She always felt her bunny rabbit was a fan of neko girls.
In her eyes, cats and rabbits make the cutest babies.
"No, no, and no," said Izuku as he stood up. "Just friends — ALL of them." "Well…most of them!"
"I don't know," she replied in a cutesy tone. "If walls could talk!"
Hearing those words made the emerald-haired teen's eyes wide as saucers. It brought him back to the night when he and Ruby were outside of the natatorium.
'Unlike what you did with Blake, I will work to have what I want — your heart!'
'What! Heart?! Blake? You mean!?'
'Sweetness! You and Blake weren't so subtle with noise in your bedroom earlier this morning.'
Sweat seeped down his forehead. "There is no way she knew. A 747 couldn't wake her up." Playing coy and feigning ignorance, he coughed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Sure, Icchan, sure," she said in an unconvincing tone. Before she could further tease her son, her phone was ringing. She reached into her pocket and saw that it was the Uber. "Time to go, sweetheart. We can speak more about my daughters-in-law when you come back."
"Mom!" The teen groaned as he grabbed his suitcase and backpack as they both headed out of the door.
A few minutes later….
Inko and Izuku were walking toward the exit where their Uber was waiting for them. Inko was unapologetically unashamed as she kissed and hugged her son at any moment's notice.
"Mom!" The teen groaned again. "I am just going back to school. You act like I am being sent to war."
She grasped her chest. "You could go to Remnant to fight White Fang and I would love you until the end of days."
The teen propped an eyebrow, unaware of what his portly mother was talking about.
As they approached the parking lot, the sound of Electronica music was coming from the Honda Accord heading in their direction. From Izuku's view, strobe lights were dancing in the vehicle. Pink neon lights were coming from under the car. Upon coming closer, Mysterious Girlfriend X's Mikoto Urabe was designed on the hood of the car.
Inko raised her eyebrow when seeing the vehicle in question, especially when seeing the Uber sign on the windshield. "Did I call for an Uber or a party bus?"
Izuku grabbed the straps to his backpack, smiling when recognizing the familiar ride. "At least I will have some fun before heading back to school. Well done, Shinsou!" He chuckled.
Inko noticed her son's laughter. "Wait? Do you know–"
The car stopped and the passenger side window lowered. Inko looked to see the driver in question. From her point of view, she looked like one of the gyaru girls in scanty clothing. "Who in the hell is the skank?" She said to herself.
Izuku walked to the trunk as it popped open. The driver stepped out of the vehicle. "'Sup, Deku baby?!" The purple-haired girl said as she went and grabbed Izuku's bags.
As a mother would, she approached the teen. "Excuse me, miss. Who are you?"
The purple-haired teen was mid sucking on a sucker when Inko approached her. "Oh!" She extended her hand to Inko. "I'm Hitoshi Shinsou, part-time Uber driver, Izuku's classmate, and full-time entrepreneur." She then reached into her t-shirt where she pulled out a card. "My card."
Inko raised an eyebrow as the sweaty, perfume-drenched card was presented to her.
"Didn't know they allow teenagers to drive, let alone work when they are in school," replied Inko, showing obvious signs of disdain.
Izuku nervously smiled. "Shinsou is no problem, Mom. She works in the Support Department at school, quite hands on. In fact, she has saved my skin on numerous occasions." He turned to her, making her wink at him.
"That's right. Light as a feather, stiff as a board behind the wheel," said Hitoshi, rubbing the back of her head.
"Could have fooled me." Inko replied, still unamused and unimpressed while having her arms folded.
"Don't worry, Miss Midoriya, I would have your son at his destination in two shakes of a lion's tail."
Before she could part her mouth, it was met with a kiss on the cheek from her son. "Love you, Mom! I'll call you when I get to camp." Izuku stepped into the front passenger seat and closed the door. The purple-haired hustler bowed and briskly walked to the vehicle. Inko watched as the engine cut on and darted quickly out of the parking lot.
In the cloud of smoke, the mother stared at the card in question. "Uber really needs to do more extensive background checks." She placed the card in her pocket — knowing there was a phone number. She just hoped to God that that skank didn't have any feelings for her boy. She would rather have the mega-snow witch than that.
Meanwhile….
Eijiro told Mina that he was going to be late as he needed to pick up Katsuki from his house. It was a special request from the Eraser hero himself.
Shortly after leaving the hospital following the events at the carnival, the police were there to take him into custody. Neito and Manga told the police everything, including having receipts to show Bakugo's wrongdoing.
Katsuki was initially charged with disturbing the peace, attempting to incite a riot, attempted aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, conspiracy to commit assault, destruction of private property, and trespassing. The teen had to spend the night in juvenile hall and had a court appearance the following day.
Since this was Katsuki's first offense, the judge dropped most of the charges with the exception of disturbing the peace. The court sentenced him to parental probation and paying restitution for the damages that were caused from Neito and Manga. His parents were very displeased.
It didn't help that Lisa Lavender added this to her column in The Vale Times-Picayune, along with a picture of the girl who supposedly was staying with Izuku. That three-page scathing exposé about the fashion show was enough to cause the blond to be grounded for the rest of the summer.
When approaching the doorstep, he rang the bell. He observed the shrubbery and slightly turned his head at the onlookers that passed by his house. A few moments later, the door opened.
"Hey, Auntie Mits—"
He was cut off when seeing Bakugo's mother sporting an outfit similar to their R-Rated Pro Heroine teacher. His eyes automatically darted to the whip in her hand. That alone rang bells.
The blonde mother took off her mask. "Oh, excuse me, Eijiro." She reached over and hugged the teen. It didn't help that he was overlooking her cleavage. "You're here to pick up Kacchan."
It took a few moments to get his eyes off her engorged mounds before answering her. Her red eyes stared at the hallway that led to the living room. "Pardon the outfit. Lost track of time, tee-hee~! It is not easy when you are balancing a staycation and my idiot of a son." She stepped back and led the way toward the living room.
"Kacchan, sweetie. You got a visitor," she said whimsically as they approached the living room. Eijiro's smile faded on what he saw in the living room.
Lying in the center of the table was a tied-up Katsuki. He was sporting a long blond wig and was in a maid outfit. His mouth was gagged with a ball and his eyes were shielded by a bandana. A few feet away was his father standing over him with a burning candle tilting over their son.
The rock teen covered his mouth.
"Oh!" Mr. Bakugo, sporting a black latex gimp costume, unzipped his mouth. "Afternoon, Eijiro."
The rock teen did a half wave. "Uncle Masaru."
"Excuse us, we were in the middle of going hiking." The father of Katsuki said as he looked into his compromised son. "Isn't that right, Kacchan sweetie?"
Katsuki groaned and moaned as the restraints were tighter than the outfit he was wearing. From Eijiro's position, the blond was wearing red-and-white striped panties.
"Shimapan!" The rock teen thought to himself before realizing that this was his BakuBro.
"Normally, we would go to a retreat to release our inner stress," said Mitsuki. "Unfortunately, our loving son didn't allow this to happen. So, instead of the Filipino natives, we will use him instead." The obviously angry mother cracked the whip. "Hmm…I can see your teacher gets a wide-on when she cracks this whip. It is very tantalizing."
"I knew I should have waited outside." As much as he could elaborate on the family dynamics of the household, time was of the essence. "As much as I appreciate family bonding…"
Masaru nodded to the startled teen. "It's okay. We understand."
"Guess we can resume when you come back, Kacchan." Mitsuki used the whip to tear the restraints off of Katsuki. Eijiro was amazed as those restraints were made of steel. He knew that using their quirks were off-limits but….
"Go upstairs and change, Kacchan," said Mitsuki. "Hopefully you can come back from camp with a new attitude."
Katsuki sat up and took off his bandana and ball-and-gag. To his horror, Eijiro was there. Before he could rebuttal, the crack of the whip put some pep in his step. The teen hurried and rushed upstairs to him. Eijiro decided to follow suit and went upstairs to Katsuki's room.
A few moments later….
Eijiro stepped into the bedroom as Katsuki took off his uniform. He was in a disgusted mood as he threw the maid outfit in the trash can. When seeing Eijiro, his face turned dark red.
"Thought I said to meet me outside," he said to Eijiro as he went to the drawer to find his clothes. His entire back was reddened with hand pants. Remnants of candle wax were present as well. "What? Got cum in your ears?"
"I'm going to pretend that you are still in your feelings from last week," responded Eijiro as he took a seat at Katsuki's desk. "I can't express how many times I said I was sorry."
"Yeah, you're right. You are sorry. A sorry sack of a red sus bitch," interjected Katsuki as he put on his pants. "I am still mad at you about what happened. You are supposed to be my friend."
"Supposed to be?" Eijiro propped an eyebrow. "I am here, am I? And just because we had one disagreement doesn't mean it's the end of the world."
The blond slammed the dresser. "Look at me, man. On punishment, dressed like I am fucking Astolfo!"
"Hey!" Eijiro interjected. "Astolfo is waifu for everybody."
Katsuki rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Please shut the hell up."
"Understood, sorry! Please continue."
Katsuki slapped his chest. "This is bullshit! I am grounded for the summer, can't go anywhere without them watching me and plus, my old hag froze my bank accounts until I pay off the damages at the fashion show." He cursed under his breath. "How is it my fault that those two bastards allowed some girls to do that to them. I am starting to think they are the ones with vaginas."
"Dude, stop. This is on you," replied Eijiro. "No one told you to go as far as you did with Deku. This could have ended at the pool. This could have ended after Shinsou struck you into the crater." He took another breath. "But I digress. No matter how you feel about this or me, I am here, BakuBro. We're bros — through thick and through thin. Wrong or right."
"You're acting like I am on trial." He furrowed his eyes. "Better choose the right side. The plaintiff or the accused."
"Forever on your side, bro." Eijiro said with a smile.
"Are you sure? According to what happened at the beach, your heart says otherwise."
"I am surprised that my heart hasn't been blown out by you," retorted the rock teen. "Let's me know that you still care about your KishiBro!"
The blond blew a raspberry as he put on his shirt. He looked at the rock teen, scoffing again. "If you say so." He then took a seat beside the teen. "Where's the ball and chain?"
"If you're talking about Mina, she is at the school waiting." He looked at his watch. They had about an hour before the bus left for camp. "And for the record, that ball and chain is now my girl."
"Well, congrat-u-fucking-lations!" Katsuki said as he began tying his shoes. "Now you and her can wear matching tampons." He scoffed under his breath. "Shitty extras! I am surrounded by pussies and fa—"
"So, I hear that this camp is actually a private resort owned by the Yaoyorozu family," interjected Eijiro, changing the subject.
"What doesn't Momo's family own?"
"Apparently, they have an onsen, a private lake, waterslides, the works! Even private hideaways to go kissy, kissy, goo-goo."
"Nevermind that." Katsuki rolled his eyes. "I thought we weren't going to take chances with camps again. Remember the Yakuza raid?"
"True. However, it has been a week and the League of Villains are still honoring the truce," replied the rock teen. "Plus get this. Word through the grapevine that Mirko and Hawks themselves are going to be there as our camp counselors."
"And why should I be moved by that?"
"Dude, the holiest of chocolate waifus plus having the #2 Pro Hero at our camp?" He let out a light howl. "Man, I hope he is my camp counselor. Can you say recommendations?"
"As if having a shotacon and bird boy whets my appetite. Dude, how can you be so cheery?"
"And why are you miserable?"
"Because of that fucking Deku. That's what." The blond gnashed his teeth.
"Take it easy, BakuBro. You're starting to act like some jilted lover that was played by Deku."
"Because I am that jilted bitch that was played by him. I wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for him." He punched the pillow, leaving tiny droplets of his juices. "Hideaways, you say." He remarked, showing a shit-eating grin. "Many passageways to get up in his ass…pause!"
Eijiro turned to the explosive teen.
"Yeah, I said that." He scoffed under his breath. "I hear what you guys are thinking and saying about me." He folded his arms. "Well, it isn't true. The fact you always think of me like that makes me think that you want it."
"Hey, you're putting words in my mouth. I am not insinuating anything."
"Yeah, whatever. Just so you know, I grabbed some side boob from Weiss Schnee last week, so ha!"
"Right~!" Eijiro wasn't going to further entertain it. That was a can of worms he wouldn't dare open. Those were demons that were left suited for Katsuki to deal with. He would be a liar if he said that the white-haired girl wasn't cute. However, she wasn't his type. She screamed being a prim and pampered megabitch — something that didn't interest him. Plus, there was a beautiful pinkette alien who was waiting on his return. He feverishly rubbed his hands when he could get some alone time at the campground — he would definitely be creating some summer memories. He hoped that he could score with Ashido.
"Can't wait till I get back and have some more fun with Weissy-poo," said the explosive teen as he stood up. "She is in some hot water too and Daddy got deep into the poor little rich girl's pockets." He stretched his arms as he walked toward the closet to retrieve his luggage. "I'll be sure to give the Snow Queen some Katsuki-loving. Some heavy cream for the white chocolate if you know what I mean." He was laughing to himself as he opened the closet door.
…!
Katsuki opened the closet door and saw a presence with her back turned to him, apparently she was unaware of his intrusion and continued standing apparently doing 'something' with an item she held in her hands.
She was tall and slender with eyes like the deep blue sky. Light blonde hair that was pigtails. Judging by her appearance, she could be a no-nonsense type of girl. The type of girl that would love at dinner and kill for dessert.
For a moment, Eijiro's heart skipped a beat.
"A-Ann?" The explosive teen called out causing her to stiffen up like wood and remain still for a few seconds. "Annie onee-chan?"
Katuski just stood there in awkward silence waiting for her to say something first, which didn't happen until she blurred around to face him while hiding the hoodie behind her back.
"Surprise," responded the blonde teen.
"What in the hell are you doing in the closet?"
"I should be saying the same thing to you, Kacchan sweetness." She replied, acting as nonchalant as possible despite his cockeyed look.
"Stop calling me that."
"Never in a million years."
Katsuki quickly shook off the awkwardness of stumbling in on her doing 'something' private and instead focused on the matter at hand. "What in the hell are you doing here?"
The blonde stepped out of the closet and waltzed around the bedroom. "And this is how you're gonna treat your onee-chan? Your cousin?" She began to pout, displaying her octopus lips. "Wouldn't auntie love to hear this."
"Cousin?" This was news to the rock teen. Katsuki never mentioned having a cousin, let alone having other family members aside from his parents and his childhood friend, Izuku.
The spiky-haired blond snorted through his nose, as if he needed something else to add to this current disarray. He took a moment to regain his composure. "Right, right. Sorry!"
The blonde displayed a heavenly smile, approaching Katsuki and patted him on his head. "That's my Kacchan!" She then turned around and saw Eijiro. "Who's the red, Kacchan?" She paused, covering her mouth and turning red. "Wait? Are you and him…" She began to squeal like a piglet.
"NO!" Katsuki interjected. "Eijiro, this is my cousin Ann Takamaki. Ann, this is Eijiro Kirishima, a good friend of mine and classmate."
Not wanting to make this situation more awkward, he extended his hand to greet the unexpected teen. "Nice to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine. She returned his handshake.
Now with the introductions established, now back to the matter at hand. "Annie, what are you doing here," asked Katsuki.
"Didn't Auntie tell you?"
"Tell me what? I was being tied dow—" He coughed, changing his verbiage. "No, what is it?"
"Guess who is spending the summer with you and going to camp?"
Meanwhile….
Yang was in need of a strong drink and it was a shame that she couldn't go anywhere unsupervised. Since that stunt that she and Blake pulled at the carnival, Goodwitch has been watching them like a hawk.
As the sole member of the group with a driver's license, Goodwitch took it away from her. Their cell phones were only given by Goodwitch at her disposal and were taken away when they returned back to the Midoriya residence. Their entire schedule was planned from start to finish, even to the point when there were bathroom breaks, Goodwitch was eyeing them.
They were in the executive squash room at Endeavor's hero agency. Granted, it was a privilege to be in the very place that houses the #1 Pro Hero in all of Japan, but the trip itself has been boring. What was fun about touring a building that was big as a mall. Could they use the practice rooms to blow off some steam? It would have been a perfect opportunity to use their semblances and auras and to demonstrate how similarly powerful and useful as quirks.
Plus, she would have loved to show some of her skills to Izuku. She wouldn't have loved to be his sparring partner. Then afterwards, he could show her some hand-to-hand combat moves.
"How much longer?" Yang audibly sighed loud as she played with her smoothie straw. "This is so boring." She wasn't alone as the other girls were sitting at the table with her. Blake was on her laptop completing today's assignment. Ruby was poking at her strawberry milkshake glass. Yang knew something was up if her dessert-loving sister wouldn't eat any of her cookies. Weiss was emotionless, staring at the window with her laptop opened. On the surface, they were supposed to be working on their assignment as they waited on Endeavor's sidekick, Burnin', to meet them and conduct another tour of the facility.
"I would rather watch Grimm's mate than through this shit," commented Yang as she looked skyward.
"Hearing Cardin's racist rants sound more appealing than this," replied Ruby as she planted her face onto the table. "I know we are at a homestay but looking at this now, I wish I would've stayed at home."
"Don't fret, sis," interjected Yang as she tried to be chipper. "If there is a plus, we do have Izuku." Then, guilt began to consume her veins. They felt so bad giving him the cold shoulder. It wasn't intentional — Goodwitch was watching them every waking moment.
Blake raised her head and turned to the leader. "We knew what we signed up for." She then continued to type on her laptop. "Let's make the best of it. Lest we forget that we are on assignment."
The redhead witch waved her hands at the Faunus. "Remnant to Blakey. Is this the same Blakey that flaunted herself over Izuku last week?"
The bow-wearing teen raised her eyebrow. "Ruby, understand that we are on assignment. We didn't come to Earth to look for boys. We're here as a privilege, may I add, to learn Earth's customs and understand how quirks are similar with our semblances and auras. Nothing more, nothing less."
Yang didn't know how to respond. Yet again, she could understand where the Faunus was coming from. Shortly after the incident, she and Blake were reprimanded by Goodwitch when learning that they were involved in the altercation between the other UA students. Her father and Uncle Qrow weren't happy and threatened to pull and her sister out of the program early.
Blake's parents were definitely upset at her. Her father stated that she was setting a poor example, especially being a mixed-species teen. Granted, Earth itself was in the fourth generation of quirks, thus being surrounded by people from all walks of life. Blake could basically fit in without any trouble. However, she respected her chieftain father and the only thing Yang could do was be supportive of her. At times, she wished she had a father that could be overbearing and stern.
Sometimes, her father could be a bit easygoing and too much of a friend than a dad. As for her mother, that was another story.
"I miss Izuku." Ruby spoke solemnly as she held onto the plush toy that was given to him at the carnival. "It's not fair." She blew a raspberry. "I never wish for anything bad to happen to people but…." Katsuki was the sole root of why they were in this debacle. If he would have never instigated, then they wouldn't be in this position. Nevertheless, it wasn't in her nature to wish harm towards other people. That went against the code of being a true leader and huntress.
"I miss him, too," replied Yang. "It definitely sucks since he's going to camp and who knows how long it will be until he comes back."
"If he comes back," interjected Ruby. "We're in week two of our homestay. We're practically in the middle before heading back home to Beacon." Her eyes became watery, trying not to think of the worst case scenario. "What if we don't ever see him again." Earlier that morning, she tried leaving the usual sweet treat and note but Goodwitch got them up earlier than usual, hindering what she wanted to do. She then gnashed her teeth. Morbid thoughts began consuming her mind toward that spiky-haired blond that reeked of cheap cologne.
She knew it was time to take her Yan-Away pills.
Blake closed her laptop. Her assignment was finished and now she had time to collect her thoughts. Within, she was seething with anger. However, she couldn't display that on her face. Her Izuku was away from her and Katsuki was the one that caused it. Why should they all be penalized for what he did? If anything, she and Yang were only serving due diligence on what the spiky-haired bastard deserved.
It irked her that she couldn't speak to him. They haven't spoken in a few days. Any chance of opportunity was robbed by either Goodwitch or her schoolwork. With her being the Hermoine Granger of the group, the professor knew that she wouldn't turn down any opportunities to increase her grade point average.
At night time, she would sneak out and go into the living room where Izuku would sleep. She would sit on the couch and watch him sleep. She could watch him sleep for hours and it would never be enough. When she had time, she would lie beside him — rub his hair, smell his scent, and claim his neck once again by biting into him. The claiming mark was something special to her, an old Faunus tradition. She was sorrowful about being cold to him, but she made sure that she would leave her mark on him. She was making sure that Izuku belonged to her.
"I can't take this standing down." Ruby said, gripping her fist and pushing away her cookies and milkshake. "I just can't sit here and watch our Izuku go away and we do nothing about it."
"I don't speak French. Who's we?" It was Weiss that finally spoke up. She opted not to eat. Since her involvement with Katsuki, the Snow Queen has been troubled — a nervous wreck. "Why should I give a damn about the pervert? Good riddance if you ask me." She looked at Blake. "I can concur with her. With him out of the way, we can finally focus on why we came here in the first place."
"You're still pressed on what he did?" Ruby interjected, showing a crescendo in her voice. "It was one time, an accident. You act like no other boys have done that before. Oum, what Izuku did was a cake compared to what Neptune or Sun would have done." She slouched in her seat. "Even Sky or Russel themselves."
"I vouch for Rubes here," retorted Yang. "The kid has been gentle as a lamb and quiet as a mouse in the last few days."
"Only because Goodwitch has been monitoring us. No way he would dare test her," said Weiss.
"What lies did Bakugo put into your ear," asked Ruby. "This isn't like you to carry a grudge."
"Yeah, Weiss," said Yang. "Are you eating the bologna or the rapier jam?"
"Probably both," replied Ruby as she and her sister began chuckling.
The Snow Queen slammed the table. "Enough!" She slammed the table again as she stood up. "Enough! What happened with Katsuki and I is my business. That is my affair and my affairs alone. What he did and said doesn't change how I feel about the boy." She narrowed her eyes, glaring at the sisters. "That boy has been a pestilence and a menace. You heard his teacher when he spoke to him on the phone. A born troublemaker."
"No different than our class. If anything, we are just alike," said Yang.
"And that still doesn't answer why you are so hard on him," retorted Ruby.
"Pay attention to the business that you mind, Rubes," interjected Weiss. "I am starting to think if we are friends or not."
"That's not fair, Weiss." Ruby responded, showing that she was upset. "I have been nothing but loyal and devoted to you since we started Beacon together." She stood up, pointing her finger to Weiss. "Don't question my loyalty."
"And don't dare question my feelings," said Weiss as pressed herself forward to the visibly upset teen.
The amber-eyed teen extended her hands as it was time to play mediator. "Rubes and Weiss, stop this. We didn't come here to start a war. I know there is a tension and since Goodwitch has been on us, we are heavily pent up." She turned to Ruby. "Take deep breaths and count to 10." She then turned to Weiss. "You do the same. We're friends and friends don't do this to each other."
The Snow Queen propped an eyebrow as she stared at the Faunus. "Yeah…friends." She audibly pushed the chair back and walked away from the table. Blake was beginning to go after her until Yang raised her hand, stopping the Faunus.
"Let her go." Yang crossed her arms and looked at her sister, who was very upset. "Something is off about Weiss and it is definitely worrisome."
"Her whole mood has been off since we got here," said Ruby. "I know she can cramp our style but not like this."
Blake could only shut her eyes. This was her dear friend and once again, she wasn't going to her aid. She had to agree with Yang and Ruby, since the encounter she and Izuku had at the bathroom, she has been on a tirade against Izuku. Even now, she needed to know the root of what was making her act like this.
The Faunus returned to her seat as Ruby did the same. A few moments later, Professor Goodwitch came back along with Professor Shield and Endeavor's sidekick, Burnin'.
Goodwitch clicked her tongue. "It is good to know that you guys could follow simple instructions." The green-eyed teacher stared directly at Yang. "If only that could be applicable on a daily basis. Would you agree, Miss Long?"
"Yes, ma'am," responded Yang, being stiff by her response.
She eyed the table, noticing the obvious elephant in the room — the "W" in RBY. "Where is Miss Schnee?"
"She took a breather and stepped out momentarily," answered Blake modestly. "She shall be present soon."
Goodwitch looked onto the male gentleman and burning blonde who nodded in understanding. "Very well then. Professor Shield and umm…Burnin', we shall proceed."
As the blonde professor resumed their plans to commence their field assignment, Yang and Ruby stared at each other. It was amazing how the bonds of sisters could be. And since they were synchronically linked, the sister mentally devised a plan.
"We're busting out of here and we are going to find Izuku."
Meanwhile….
Weiss opened the door to an empty conference room at the end of the hall. She was thankful she was alone. Tears were staining her face and pelting her dress as she closed the door behind her. The natural sunlight bathed the room — a deep orange. She smelled the scent of coffee and day-old donuts.
A long table that was made of mahogany oak that was encircled by large black chairs. The teen turned her head and saw the large window that was from the floor to the ceiling. She walked around the table to take a look at the view.
Basking in the warmth of the evening sun, her hands touched the cool glass. Mountaintops blanketed with snow overlooked the valley, red-and-white flashing lights up and down the veins of the street. People appeared to her like ants as they walked to and from their destination.
The skies were lovely, arcing heavenward from one end to the other. Pastel colors of easter pink and orange decorated the sky. The Snow Queen took time to ingest the beauty as she couldn't tell where heaven started and the earth began. Majestic was the first thought in mind.
She envied the Earthlings that could bask at this view, something that virtually nonexistent where she resided. Although rich in technology, cold and stale as the feelings in her heart.
Weiss took a breath and closed her eyes. She felt the cool against the windowpane on his cheek. She withdrew that breath, letting it out on the window as condensation built.
"Hey…are you okay?"
"Are you talking to me?"
"Who else would I talk to?"
"Oh…okay!"
"You're bleeding. Here…take my handkerchief."
"Gee…thanks!"
"You looked so cool standing up to those guys."
"No I didn't. I lost."
"No, you didn't lose. You could have easily given up but you fought the good fight."
"But I got beat up."
"It doesn't matter. You stood tall towards those guys. They are the real losers. You stood up to that bullied kid. You look so cool."
Weiss opened her purse and reached for her wallet. Inside, she pulled a piece of tattered cloth that was covered in now dry blood.
She scoffed under her breath, staring at the object in question. She grasped, furrowing her eyes as she continued looking at the mountains.
"Perverted idiot!"
To be continued….