OMAKE: Alternate Wives 1

by Pyromania101

Smoothie

Izuku scratched his head, unsure of what to say. What could he say to a woman who was not only enormous, but also roughly twice his age and expected to marry him?! She casually sipped from a massive glass before regarding him. Her expression conveyed nothing as she crossed one long, shapely leg over the other.

"I," he said, and she inclined her head slightly, giving him a patient look. "I'm sorry you got pulled into this."

She sipped from the glass again before shrugging. "This was not your idea, so why would I be angry with you?" she asked, noticing his expression turn from uncertainty to relief. "That being said, I don't know why Mama thought we would be a good match."

Placing the glass down, she lowered her large hand towards the boy, who flinched until it stopped beside him and her palm turned upward. The index and middle finger wiggled in a beckoning motion, and Izuku wordlessly took his boots off, exposing a pair of clean white socks, before stepping onto it. The hand moved closer to its owner before gently placing Izuku in Smoothie's lap. The boy locked eyes with her, heroically managing to avoid staring at her bosom.

Good manners, or fear of angering her? A bit of both? Smoothie did not know, but decided it wasn't a problem. He wasn't ogling her, which was good. She would not be objectified.

"I don't know, either," he said after a long silence. He then blinked and perked up a bit. "Well, you know about Yamato, right?"

"We are aware of your traveling companion, yes," she replied with a nod. "Why would that matter?"

"Well," he seemed embarrassed saying this. "Maybe your mom figured I had a type, and since you have some things in common with Yamato, she picked you?"

Smoothie quirked an eyebrow. "And what, pray tell, do I have in common with her?"

Izuku scratched his cheek, which, Smoothie had to admit, made him look cute. "Well, you're tall, you have white hair, and I bet you're really strong."

A rather small reason to choose her, one of the Three Sweet Commanders and Minister of Juice, but Mama was mercurial and unpredictable, so Smoothie supposed that could have been it.

Apparently guessing her thoughts, the boy added, "Your mom sounds kind of weird if she considers those as criteria for marriage." Criteria, huh. He never thought he'd use that word.

Despite herself, Smoothie couldn't resist smirking. "She can be at times." Lowering her hand for the boy to step on it again, she stood up.

"Now then," she said, "I'm told that you can fly."

Izuku nodded.

"Let us see if you can lift me."

Izuku blinked, and for a moment, he wanted to say something, but even he knew better than to say something about a person's size or weight. He nodded, and the hand he was using as a platform wrapped around him gently, but firmly. Taking a deep breath, he attempted to become airborne.

His muscles began to whine in protest, but he kept going, until...

"You are quite strong," she said approvingly, looking down. Izuku followed her gaze, and saw that he was now far away from the floor. He looked back up and saw that his face was mere inches from the ceiling.

"You may lower us, now," she said. He obeyed, and once her feet touched the floor again, her hand opened until it served as her future husband's platform again.

"I may not understand why Mama is doing this," she said. "But I will attempt to make it work." Her eyes narrowed. "Be grateful, Izuku Midoriya. Mama does not try to engage someone to one of her strongest enforcers lightly."

Izuku gulped and nodded his head. "I know you're not happy about this, but I'll do everything I can to prove worthy of it."

She nodded approvingly. "See that you do, dear." And she stroked the top of his head with her index finger, eliciting a light giggle from him. A very pleasant sound, she thought.

END