Hey, guys. BD is back with another installment of 'A Homestay To Remember.' In this chapter, Glynda has become aware of her students' attraction to Izuku and that doesn't sit right with her or the others in the Selective Re-Modification Program in that matter. Meanwhile, on his way to camp, Izuku goes to Hitoshi for advice. Later, the girls of Beacon plan their move to find Deku. Misadventures, mishaps, and hijinks continue. Enjoy! Feel free to comment and/or follow and subscribe!
A/N: The following events have occurred on the same day but in different sequences. As a reminder, I am building up to create a plot. You'll understand why in the following chapters.
Who do you pick? Thinking about changing the name or adding nicknames to the ships. Besides Greenshade, of course!
Team Emerald Rose/Forest Rose! {Ruby x Izuku}
Team White Emerald/Snowy Rabbit! {Weiss x Izuku}
Team Greenshade! {Blake x Izuku}
Team Golden Emerald/Emerald Dragon! {Yang x Izuku}
An hour earlier….at Endeavor's Hero Agency….
Glynda excused herself as she stepped out of the executive squash room. The excuse she gave the girls was that a debrief was scheduled with Ozpin on the statuses of the welfare of their homestay. Of course, it was a lie. The blonde professor wrote anything the old man wanted to hear without warranting trouble. The last thing she needed was him and Port making their way down to Earth.
She wasn't going to let that man cuckold the prime real estate that she was keeping on ice.
It has been hard balancing the line being Professor Goodwitch and Glynda. The time spent being an actual teacher has hindered the time needed on obtaining her cinnamon roll. It was by the grace of Oum that Nemuri and Yuu have been acting on her behalf, keeping her updated hour after hour on the next step of obtaining him.
It was no secret that the boy had smitten her students. The kid was unknowingly a debonair — the type that would make the childless mothers, the type that would make lesbians reconsider, and the boy that every mother wanted their daughter to marry, but not without test-driving him first for quality assurance.
Poor Ruby, a fearless leader but poor at hiding or keeping secrets. A couple days ago, she intercepted one of her daily notes that she would put in Izuku's shoes whenever they would leave for the day. Glynda happened to see the piece of paper sticking out. Innately curious, she pulled the note and saw what she needed to confirm that the leader had feelings for the boy.
Ruby wasn't the only one. Strands of Blake's black hair were left on his blanket and futon as he slept in the living room. One day, she volunteered to do laundry and she detected a familiar scent of womanly juices on his boxers — along with strands of Yang's blonde hair. Innocent to say the least as they were vivaciously curious teenagers, but a threat nonetheless.
"Oum, it is tough being a stern disciplinarian and a slut." She commented to herself as she made her way to the end of the hallway. According to Moé, there was an empty conference room that led to a secret room. Presented with a keycard by Mirko a few days back, it would provide her entry to Moe's private quarters. It was a personal gift given to the #1 Pro Hero's sidekick as a thank you for being supportive (and as well as keeping mum to his wife or daughter when there were lonely nights between the hero and heroine).
Glynda approached the room, still scanning both sides in case of prying eyes before entering the room. Just as the burning blonde stated — a long table that was made of mahogany oak that was encircled by large black chairs and windows from the floor to the ceiling.
"And…Dio!" The blonde professor said to herself as she went to the farthest wall from the door. Licking her dry and chapped lips, she went and made a few knocks to the door. Moé said it was necessary as she didn't want anyone noticing anything sticking out. When hitting something hollow, she knew she hit the right spot. Just that thought alone made her squirm in between her legs. Admittedly, Mirko provided that scratch that evening when she and the girls went to provide her with payment.
A party was held at her establishment. A delicatessen of thighs, legs, breast, and turkey were laid down for all women who wanted to partake. As much as the girls wanted to fast and save their appetites for their main course, they didn't mind snacking on the international delights the #5 Pro Hero provided.
"More rubs than scratches, but the spot has been hit…for now." The Aizawa counterpart reached for the keycard she kept in between her breasts and pulled it out. She grabbed the hollow area and saw the scanner to allow her entry. Hovering the keycard over the scanner, she heard the noises signaling her entry into Moe's private headquarters.
Meanwhile….with Izuku and Hitoshi on their way to camp….
Hitoshi stuck out her hand to Izuku as they were traveling down the Ishikawa expressway on their way out of town. Izuku noticed the sign that showed Musutafu's city limits when seeing the purple-haired hustler's hand hanging from his peripheral.
"What's that for?" He knew it was the universal sign of wanting more. "Mom already paid for the Uber ride."
"Nope!" She said, using the same hand to flick his forehead. "She paid for Uber but not me!" She winked at the teen as she unwrapped another wasabi-flavored chewing gum. "Do you think this car is run by God's own methane?" The latter half of the question caused the teen to snort. It made him think of Yang whenever she was amused by her own jokes.
"I don't know." He clicked his tongue as he reached into his pocket and handed her a few dollars. She was pleased, turning up the volume on her custom-made system. CKY was on the deck and her wasabi-flavored gummy words were in the center of the console. Izuku took a bite as she put the cash inside her bra.
"Plus look at it as a service," she said as she changed lanes. "Not everyday a cutie like yourself gets a personal escort to camp. I bet it beats taking the bus."
"If you say so," responded the emerald-haired teen as he grabbed another handful of gummies.
That was actually one-half of the reason why she took his cash (and not enjoying it, she wanted to purchase him one of his favorite All Might merchandise he had on his wish list like forever). Unbeknownst to Deku or anyone outside of the fashion show, she and Ruby, in accordance with Blake and Yang, tied loose ends to make sure that Bakugo received due diligence for the role he had played at the carnival.
After taking care of Melissa, she and Ruby parted ways. However, on the way out, she intercepted Yang. Words were exchanged between the teens until learning they shared a mutual bond between Deku. And when the elder sister found out the savior who protected both Deku and Ruby from Katsuki, both teens united with the same cause — getting back at Katsuki.
When she and Yang met up with Blake, the trio followed through with their plan. Hitoshi was the brain as Blake and Yang were each other's eyes and ears. Despite the treaty of being quirkless, she violated that treaty to help read Katsuki's mind, using that to aid Blake and Yang to how and where to attack. An intricate system as Katsuki was thinking that he was only fighting one and didn't have the slightest clue that he was battling with three girls.
The icing on the cake was when Blake and Yang poured the concoction on him and Hitoshi hitting him with the barrel. The girls congratulated each other and went their separate ways.
Thankfully, no one suspected her of anything. Blake and Yang got some heat for destroying the hallway after the encounter with Manga and Neito. Poor virgin fools, the mind reader thought. However, she would say Manga got a new perspective on understanding women — Blake spared no mercy as she introduced him to a newfound world of sadomasochism. Hitoshi clicked her tongue, thankful that the girls wouldn't be there. If Blake only knew there was another unsuspecting member of her fan club.
"Hey, Hitoshi. Is it okay for me to head out like this?" He said as he twiddled his thumbs. "What would Aizawa-s—"
She flicked his forehead again. "It's okay, Deku. You can say it. We're siblings, so you don't have to worry. I know you are a keeper of secrets."
A cool wave followed by a rush of warmth hit his chest, the feeling of solidarity between two close friends. He took a breath, sort of hesitation. It was like he was at a formal wedding interview. "H-h-how does your dad feel about you taking me to camp?"
Izuku was the only kid at the school who knew that Aizawa-sensei was Hitoshi's father. It was an odd dynamic between the father-and-daughter, especially since he wasn't exactly present in her life. Let's say how Hitoshi was conceived would be considered illegal except in Iceland, Greenland, and any uninhabited areas devoid of other human contact.
It would make sense why the hustler always got some kind of leniency around him. It would make sense though — around teachers, Aizawa-sensei to be precise, she was forced to fix up her uniform to not get into trouble, but in moments like this she lets out her style.
"Dad is okay with it as long as we get there before he does," replied Hitoshi as she was shifting gears. "Plus, it gives him some time before he…well…" She clicked her tongue, aware of the inevitable with her father dearest. "Well, you are the class troublemaker."
"Great," he responded with a flat tone. "I'm just a vampire that sucks up any joy the old man has."
"No, you're not," she retorted. "My mother is. She writes off my dad's child support payments as gifts so that before I turn eighteen, she can file a suit to earn more money."
"Must have taken a page from Eddy Curry's ex-wife."
"More like Shaq's," she retorted. "Yet again, Dad doesn't always shoot blanks at the free throw line."
The duo chuckled at the lighthearted anecdote. Once again, the teen always felt comfortable being around his onee-chan. If only he could have that comfortability around other women.
After grabbing a handful of gummy worms, the emerald-haired teen turned his head at the purple-haired teen. In an instant, she did the same. She raised her eyebrow. "A penny for your thoughts?"
"Well…" He was hesitating, the million-dollar question and now he was trying to back out of it. Hitoshi continued with the side-eyed glare, knowing that she wouldn't take no for an answer, making the teen curse himself for her to recognize his idiosyncrasies.
She veered toward the slow lane and set it to cruise control. A blessing that this portion of the highway wasn't as traveled as they were heading out into the countryside. "Out with it, Midoriya. Talk to Mama."
He sighed through his nose. "Okay…these last couple of days have been…intriguing."
"Is that the word we're using?"
"Okay. These last couple of days have been…"
"Yeah?"
He paused momentarily. He, too, began stammering. "No," he said to himself. "I told myself that I wasn't going to be this timid. This is becoming too old." He gripped his fists and with the attempt to exude confidence, he turned to her once more. "You and I both know that I have a weak constitution when it comes to women. It amazes me that I haven't done anything that causes further embarrassment when I am around them." He felt a dejected sense of pride with that remark. Nevertheless, this has been on his mind for quite some time, especially since the encounters he had had with Melissa, Blake, and the pop idol Neon Katt. "I really don't how the origin began but since I recognized that I was attracted to the opposite sex, it feels that they too have become aware and they take clear advantage, thus making them my kryptonite."
Hitoshi remained silent. Judging by her calm temperament, she was probably taking in what he was telling her.
"A few weeks ago, I had my first encounter with Mr. Shield's daughter, Melissa," he said to her. "Let's say that she wanted to make a banana split with a warm vanilla glaze."
The purple-haired hustler quickly turned, trying her best to be understanding but at the same time, trying not to laugh — a first to hear the kid metaphoring food with oral sex.
"Can I get personal? It left me hot. It was at the heat of the moment and it left me with questions, things that I was afraid to tell anyone."
"You could have told me."
"I didn't want to look like a spaz. I couldn't tell my mother. She would have killed me. No way I was going to tell All Might. He would be uneasy and as much as he talks with my mother, he would melt like putty." The teen was acutely aware of his hero's crush on his mother. The impression and false allusion in the former symbol of peace's head was nothing more than platonic. Although he admires his mentor to the utmost, he doesn't respect cheaters. Prideful it may sound, he would tell his father in a heartbeat if his mother ever decided to cheat with his mentor.
"Your mother can leave quite an impression on people." Hitoshi was aware of the daggering stares from his overprotective mother. Quite familiar as the purple-haired hustler have dealt with unfriendly encounters from angry wives, girlfriends, and the occasional boyfriends and husbands. With the latter, she had that charm to even sway men to cheat on their boyfriends.
"Now…here comes a few weeks later and the Beacon girls arrive. And let's say first impressions were definitely prevalent on day one," said Izuku.
"Blake? The neko chick?"
"Wait…how do you know that?"
"Girls know how to make the impossible happen."
Before he could part his mouth, she interjected. "I am kidding, Deku. Rubes would kill me if she knew that I've told you."
"She did?"
"Yeah. We had a little talk prior to…well, the ending of your own private concert with the other neko chick." She whistled. "You and cat girls, Deku."
"..."
She smiled. "I am teasing. Learn when to laugh. By now, you should know my macabre humor."
The teen blushed, turning away from Hitoshi.
"Okay…okay!" She said, in a more serious tone. "Sorry, Deku."
"It's okay," he said. "By now I should be used to it."
"Listen, I am getting the gist of what you are wanting to say." She tapped her thigh. "I have been around plenty of inexperienced boys like you to know where this is going." She touched her head. "Man, I am surprised that I haven't written a book on this with a foreword from Mirko herself."
"..."
She coughed to regain her composure. "Anyway, these situations make you wonder if you are being timid and weak. Wondering if this is normal for girls to be this assertive and boys like you being submissive. Granted, on one hand, you are getting something that most boys would cream their pants just to experience a sensual touch. Yet, on the other hand, you feel insecure because your role as a man is being questioned."
He scratched under his chin tenderly. "I wouldn't…say…" He dropped his head, confirming Hitoshi's suspicions.
"Your fear is that if you don't assert your authority, you're afraid that you would be viewed as a weak, beta shounen. Is that true?"
He didn't answer, just nodded in response.
"It is safe to say that your previous encounters have been the girl taking the lead. Right?"
He didn't answer again, just nodded in response.
"I can tell already that you don't dislike Melissa but what she did that day made you feel uncomfortable because you felt that you didn't have a say. But on the other hand, Blake was different. Although she took the lead, you allowed it because it was you that made the decision," she responded. "I don't know the entire story about Neon Katt." She paused, the last thing she wanted to tell was that she and Ruby were solely responsible for subduing the American blonde. "It is safe to say that you were put in a compromising position and just like any cornered animal, that is when preservation and domination are championed. Am I around the ballpark?"
"Wow! Homerun to be honest," he responded in a softer voice. "It isn't just about the girls and our sexual encounters. How am I supposed to be a Pro Hero if I can't even protect my own sexuality and my own timidity? If I am not dealing with the girls, then it is with Katsuki." He put his hands in his lap. "You are aware of our history, our childhood. I've been his punching bag since the sandbox. If he isn't busy chasing me down, he focuses on my shortcomings. And last week was honestly the straw that broke the camel's back."
"I see," said Hitoshi. "Wow, Deku!"
"All of this because I made a comment about Auntie. A cheap shot, yes. But what was I supposed to do," he said as he bit his lip. "He embarrassed me in front of my friends about my quirk and my inability to get girls. He mocks me and then he brings up my mom. What am I supposed to do? Why does everything when I get my last nerve pulled, I get this way? And I shouldn't have to be aggressive towards a woman, a man, heck, people in general. In other words, Hitoshi, I am sick of being a pussy."
"You're not a pussy, Deku."
"Yes I am."
"You're not and I mean it," she retorted. "You're adorable and modest, total boyfriend material that any sane girl would fight for. If I wasn't such a slut, I would have claimed you day one. Of course, with your permission."
That comment made the emerald-haired teen smile.
"What Katsuki did was being a pussy. Instead of taking the loss, he instead vowed revenge. What makes him a pussy is that he had to have an audience to show his so-called bravado," said Hitoshi in a stern tone of voice. "That is a pussy, spreading his legs for the whole world to see. So, now, Deku, you're not a pussy. You're brave, an awesome wonder, stoic, and quite the charmer."
"Really?" His cheeks began reddening.
"However, I would admit that you can be timid and weak," she retorted. "I can only imagine that the girls got a hold of you and maybe, just maybe you applied pressure when forced. I mean, anyone is dangerous when they are desperate."
"..."
"I'm not saying there is nothing wrong with a girl having control every now and again. It hypes the kink. However, if these girls know that you don't have control, then they are going to use that to their advantage." She pointed at him. "I know you aren't the type that abuses and misuses women. However, you need to toughen up if you want to survive. Villains and guys like Katsuki are crazy but so are women. Hell has no fury. Remember that, Deku!"
The way she described him to a fault momentarily took him back to the days of junior high. An unforgettable experience he has yet to accept. Nevertheless, she did it from a good place. That was why he enjoyed being around her, thus being himself whenever they were together. Every girl had dominated him in some way. Neon was the one that enticed him to become aggressive when forced.
"I wouldn't be so worried about Katsuki. No way in hell would I let that pomeranian occupy my mind rent free. He is better off in a kennel that prepares their dogs for the 'big sleep.'" She chuckled as she shifted gears. "It is no secret that the boy is jealous of you. If anything, take it as a compliment. If everyone has love for you, then you are obviously doing something wrong."
"Every waking moment? He makes a cheap shot without reprieve. Without a moment's notice," interjected Deku.
'The nail that stands out tends to get hammered down. Even if someone finds it wrong but if it isn't of the majority, they tend to keep quiet.'
'Listen, Ruby. Where I am from, this dominance of power and aggression is normal. Stepping on the necks of others to get on top, it's real. Check it out in the manga and the anime. Where I am from, being kind and sincere don't get you anywhere but a ride to Bullytown. And those who stand up get targeted.'
"Yes. But understand that you don't always have to fall for his bullshit. By now, you should recognize when the donkey is being an ass. The days may change but shit and flies will always stay the same."
"What should I do? Even if I resist or ignore him, he still finds a way to belittle me or pick on me."
"Then you have to learn when to play his game. C'mon, Deku. Somewhere in those notebooks of yours are strategies on the brat."
The emerald-haired teen stared blankly at her.
"Villains and heroes shouldn't be the only thing written on those tablets of yours."
"Are you saying I should write a manifesto?"
"I'm not telling you to go on a shooting rampage," interjected the purple-haired hustler. She reached into the console and pulled out a cigarette. She flicked the lighter and inhaled the cancer stick. Lowering the window, she allowed the smoke to leave. "You know it isn't easy being me. I have been called every name in the book — a whore, slut, cheater, an onahole, a cumdump. The list goes on."
"Wait a minute? As I recalled, there were plenty of occasions where you proudly called yourself a slut."
"True." She flicked his forehead.
"Ow!" he cried.
"But they had no right to pre-judge me," she said, winking at him. "Among the words, my favorite one is being called a skank."
He stared blankly at her.
"Have I ever called them on it? And yet do I even confirm or deny? Nope! I don't care. I am what I am and what I am not, I would never be," she said to him. "When you become indifferent to what people like Katsuki think of you, then you win. Didn't All Might once mention 'when the enemy thinks victory is secured, it will be your chance?'"
Upon hearing those words, his eyes lit up like fireworks at the Obon festival. Seeing that confirmed Hitoshi's thoughts, which made her smile.
"Lift your finger up, Deku!"
"My finger?"
"Just do it."
Following suit, the emerald-haired teen raised his index finger.
"One thing. Just one thing. You stick to that and everything else doesn't mean shit," responded Hitoshi.
"That's great and all, but what's the 'one thing'?"
"That's what you've got to figure out for yourself." She responded. "If the pomeranian knows the blueprint of your life, then why not his."
Izuku raised his hand and stared at his index finger. "That one thing, huh?" he said to himself.
"You got a handful, kid — on one hand, a group of fillies wanting to ride this clot, and on the other hand, the clot who thinks it is a filly," said Hitoshi.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked, arching an eyebrow.
Before she could respond, the phone rang. She became giddy when she saw it was her latest boyfriend, Rin. With one hand on the wheel, she began talking to him.
Knowing that she would probably be indisposed for the rest of the ride, he grabbed his AirPods to listen to some music. Green Day became the soundtrack to his mind as he got himself comfortable in his seat.
"That one thing, huh?" The emerald-haired teen thought as he shut his eyes.
'...I know, Kacchan. I have always known.'
'...I know, Kacchan. I have always known.'
'...I know, Kacchan. I have always known.'
Meanwhile….at the Midoriya residence….
Ruby stood over the balcony as she watched Professor Goodwitch step back into Professor Shield's car. Goodwitch informed the girls that she was having a power dinner with the American professor and other folks that either of them recalled or cared to listen. The point was that she was going to be gone for a couple hours, leaving the girls ample time to go and find their precious cinnamon roll.
"So, this Hitoshi girl. Should she be trusted?" Weiss asked, more so out of reluctance, as she was gathering her clothes and putting them in a suitcase. If people wanted to call it peer pressure or fear, it mattered not. Plus, the last thing she needed to be labeled was a snitch. She was already in hot water with Daddy Dearest but the last thing she wanted added to her resume was being called a rat.
"Oh, very trusted." Yang said affirmatively as she stepped back inside of the bedroom. "I don't know where or how she came into his life, but she is a winner in our books. Right, Blake?"
Blake turned red — granted she was happy that Izuku had a comrade in arms. However, she wished that comrade wasn't a girl. Ruby has informed them that the relationship between her and Izuku was strictly platonic, nothing more than a loving, doting brother-sister relationship. Although sweet, it was problematic. The only onee-chan in Izuku's life was her.
"She was resourceful when the moment was opportune," she commented as she gathered her clothes into the suitcase while sitting on her futon. "We could have kicked his ass without her."
"Maybe…but she was a great help," said Yang. "We could use a gal like her at Beacon."
"As I said," replied Blake, remaining modest and proper in voice. "Shinsou was useful and helpful but we didn't need her. We could have easily gotten that pomeranian bastard without her."
Yang detected a sense of jealousy coming from her. She didn't blame her. Hitoshi certainly had charm. Who knew there were kick-ass punk rock girls like her still floating around. Admittedly, the blonde was jealous but once learning about her and how much she looked out for Izuku — not once, but twice. With that, Yang couldn't help but admire Shinsou.
"Hitoshi onee-chan is an awesome wonder," said Ruby. "I admit that I thought she was an untrusting skank, wanting to grub her grubby paws all over our Izuku. However, she has come to his rescue and mine. Shinsou is fine with me."
Blake raised her eyebrow. That wasn't good enough. She didn't mind sharing him with the girls, there is a strong sisterhood. She knew that her Icchan has that kind of charm that makes girls' knees buckle, their panties wet, and the aching urge to become pregnant. Oum, just that thought of not taking the pill or accidentally skipping a safe day was very tempting. She wouldn't mind being a housewife, residing in a beach house in Kuo Kanna while her darling husband become this super, mega-Pro Hero huntsman who would save lives and destroy the people like Sienna, Cinder, Raven (no offense to Yang), Salem, and that backstabbing bastard Adam.
The Faunus clicked her tongue. "She is on my radar. Tremors can become quakes!"
"Faunus, please. Shinsou is a winner in my book, at least to me," retorted the blonde teen. She smiled as she held one of Izuku's spare hoodies that she found on his chair in his bedroom. Clinging it tightly to her chest as though it were a sacred possession she cherished it greatly and then took a profound whiff of it before shuddering. "Oh, my Oum. This should be a sin for smelling this great." She took another whiff. "Smells like oatmeal raisin."
"Hey!" Ruby shouted as she stepped back into the bedroom. "What did we say about taking something that doesn't belong to you?"
"To bring you a spare." Yang responded with a smile. She reached behind her and tossed her a pair of his spare undies. "In case of nights when you want to do a pretend honeymoon."
The redheaded witch blushed as the obviously used, wrinkled undie landed in her hand. "Umm…umm…it would be…umm…" She started to become giddy. Her knees became wobbly as something he had worn was in her possession. At least she had "practice material" until they were properly married. True to her word, she wasn't going to give herself to Izuku until their wedding night.
"C'mon, guys," interjected Blake as she had her hands on her hips. "Are we really going this route? Really, Yang? Rubes?"
"What's that hanging out of your suitcase?" Ruby retorted, her wandering eye staring at the object in question.
Blake closed her suitcase. "It's nothing." She turned beet red. "Mind your business!"
"Must be something if you're hiding it," responded Yang teasingly.
Before the Faunus could rebuttal, Ruby pushed her over backward to the ground and opened the suitcase. Inside was a stuffed All Might novelty toy. She turned around to face the Faunus.
"So what," she said in a defensive tone. "So I went and bought it at the gift shop at the hero agency." She puffed her cheeks. "Girls still keep stuffed animals these days, you know."
"Don't recall you knowing kanji either, Blakey." Yang said as she held the stuffed toy in her hand, showing the insignia on its back. She planted her nose in it. "And don't recall stuffed toys smelling like…" Blake snatched it from her hand, clinging it to her chest.
"Alright, damn!" Blake said defensively, still holding onto the All Might toy. "I doubt he would be looking for this versus missing undies and a hoodie hanging on his chair." She pointed at the girls.
Weiss cleared her throat, interrupting the girls' witty bantering. Leaning against the window, she stared at them. "So…let me get this straight in case when the shit goes down, which I know it is, I want to be able to get our facts straight."
Blake got up and leaned against the adjacent wall. Ruby and Yang remained on the floor, giving the Snow Queen her attention.
"So, we're going to risk our homestay here…just for…" She paused, knowing what happened earlier was trying not to ruffle any more feathers. "...just to go and find that boy?"
"An injustice has occurred." Yang raised her finger into the air. "Why should Izuku be punished for what he didn't start?"
"Must be something if the entire freshman class is getting punished," responded Weiss, arching an eyebrow. She was obviously unrepentant by the way her arms were folded.
"No, that guy that reeks of cheap cologne started it," said Ruby with her eyes watering. "Izuku and the others wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for that guy."
"Who says that it is true?" Weiss retorted. "Look, I understand. You like Deku."
Blake, Yang, and Ruby gave the Snow Queen hard stares. "You might as well call him the hard r while you're at it." Yang stated.
"Hey, you putz," retorted Weiss. "I thought it was a term of endearment from him. So why does it matter?"
"Get to your point, Weiss," said the Faunus.
The Snow Queen stared daggers at the girl who was supposedly her best friend. "We're already in hot water from what happened. My involvement with Bakugo and your usual shenanigans by destroying things." She then looked at Ruby. "Did you know that this was being seen in Remnant?"
"It wouldn't be our first time getting into risky situations," replied Ruby. "Did you forget that I single-handedly stopped a robbery with my Crescent Rose?"
"That doesn't count," retorted Weiss. "That was before you came to the academy."
"The point is that we do things for the greater good," said Ruby pridefully. "What's life without taking risks? Your father should be acutely familiar with that."
The teen stamped her foot. "Take that back."
Yang stood between the two. "Girls, we're not going to fight." She turned to Weiss. "You know and I know what went down. In that icebox you call a heart, you know that Izuku is in the right. I am not sure what lies you have been fed or convinced yourself, but Izuku is in the right."
"Like yeah," said Ruby. "Since day one, you have given him the blues."
"He shouldn't be trusted. Once a pervert, always a pervert."
"Grow up, Weiss," said Yang. "One time and it is an accident and that is what he gets, a label? I remember when Blake couldn't stand you when she found out when you were a heiress to the Schnee Dust Company."
"..." The Snow Princess didn't know how to respond. Instead, she gnashed her teeth and felt that she was being backed into a corner.
Blake decided that it was her turn to step in. "Weiss, honey, if you don't want to go, then don't. You could stay. We'll take the risk."
"That isn't smart though, Blake," responded Weiss in a softer voice. "You're willing to face trouble again…all for him?"
"Hey," retorted Ruby. "He has a name, you know."
"We're a troublesome class. Ozpin and Goodwitch said it best." Yang turned around and looked at the hallway. "Even Ruby said that his class is troublesome, too. So therefore, it is nothing more than fate to go and take our chances." The blonde closed her suitcase. "While we are still young and naive to think like this."
Weiss took some deep breaths. She already knew where this was going. Nevertheless, she didn't think it would lead to this degree. "Ok…" She said in a defeated manner. "If we decide to go, how can we? We have no car." She lifted her head up to Yang. "And Goodwitch swiped your license."
"How else did the cavemen ride or knights when they are on horses?" Yang responded, showcasing a triumphant smile. "Don't recall driver license bureaus back in the medieval times." She hit her church and stood on top of the desk. "Ladies, we are embarking on another adventure to get what is rightfully ours. Our Izuku is in need of his maiden to rescue him from the evil warlock called Aizawa-sensei." She then narrowed her eyes. "Who knows what other skanks want to get their greasy fingers on him. I refuse to be another Amy Rose, Misa Amane, or Hinata!"
"Yang is right," retorted Ruby. "Oum, the girls that knew Izuku were gorgeous."
Shortly after the fiasco at the fashion show, the 1-A classmates saw their Auntie Inko and wandered for Izuku's whereabouts. Each of the Beacon girls saw Izuku's female classmates and were awestruck by their appearances. Blake felt more comfortable, recalling Izuku telling her that humanoids were commonplace on Earth like the green-haired frog girl. Yang had her concerns about the ponytailed big busty teen. She was a bit too worried about Izuku. Weiss was silent but there was a silent grudge match between the purple-haired punk rock chick and the alien pinkette. Either way it went, girls surrounded by Izuku at that camp warrant trouble.
That was the main reason why she and her sister felt that they needed to step in.
Especially after one of the boys mentioned another girl named Ochako.
"A license? To hell with that. I was riding dirty in my Bumblebee before I got a license. And if I ride dirty, then damn it, so be it." She looked at the girls. "This homestay now is all about getting our cinnamon roll. Let's become easy riders and trek to where no woman has ever gone before."
Ruby nodded in agreement. "Like yeah! You're right. We can be like Jack Keroauc, the Greasy Riders, Peter Fondue…and that other guy!"
"Right, sis," retorted Yang as she turned back to Weiss. "It isn't about just getting Izuku, it is our duty as women to claim what's ours. Ask what not we can do for you but ask what you can do for Izuku!"
The Snow Queen blew a raspberry. "Fine~!" She stamped her feet. "I am going. Let me finish packing my stuff." She crouched down to gather the rest of her belongings. "And oh, Yang? Just know if we go down, I am going to see to it that Daddy makes you pay."
"My father lives off of Uncle Qrow and Uncle Qrow pisses his savings on liquor," retorted Yang. "Try and collect!"
"Knock, knock!"
The girls instinctively turned their heads towards the entrance. Upon seeing the warm, gentle, calming face of Auntie Inko, their bodies relaxed.
"Evening, girls!" Auntie Inko said as she leaned against the doorframe.
"Oh!" Yang stood up and humbly bowed to their host mother. "Evening, auntie. How long were you standing there?"
The portly mother shut her eyes. "Long enough." She glared at the room, noticing the suitcases on top of their futons. "Planning to go somewhere, sweethearts?"
Before either of the girls could ponder on an excuse, with the exception of Weiss, she was giggling within as their plan failed before it got started, the mother raised her hand.
"Relax, my dears. I am on your side." She winked at Yang, causing the blonde teen to blush. Inko stepped inside and made her way to the center of the room. Each girl was glued to the mother of their future groom. "I know it has been an uneasy few days. And judging by your demeanor, it doesn't take a wild guess on what you are planning to do."
No word was emitted from their lips. They didn't know what to say.
"Alas, my boy is becoming a man." Inko paced around the room, looking at each girl in their eyes. "The chickadees are coming home to roost sometime." She smiled, kept her eyes closed as she walked to the doorframe. "If you're going to do this, then there is something I need to show you." She waved her hand. "Grab your things and come with me. There is something that I want you to see."
The girls exchanged glances at each other, sharing confused expressions. They have trusted the host mother long enough that she meant well with her intentions. Unlike Goodwitch, she has been the only adult figure who truly cared for them. Yang led the way, each carrying their bags as they head out and follow Mrs. Midoriya.
Back to Izuku…later that night….
Izuku couldn't recall the last time he used a key to enter a room outside of his room. Scanning the keycard, he entered the cabin that was going to be his home until further notice.
"At least I can willow in the room in peace." The exhausted teen said as he dragged his afflicted body inside of the cabin. As soon as Izuku entered the campsite, Aizawa and the entire freshman class were there. It was quite the whirlwind as he couldn't recall what happened. Not even an hour after arrival, exercises began.
Now tired and sore and opted to skip dinner so he could head to his quarters. He was fortunate that his mother packed enough snacks until breakfast in the morning. One of the many blessings that came from the silver lining of his duress.
Due to having an odd number of students and not enough cabins, Izuku was assigned a cabin without a roommate.
The inside of the cabin was a sharp contrast from the outside's rustic façade for inside is a new age of modern conveniences with inset mood lighting, a surround sound HD TV with a choice of cable or satellite with wireless fiber optic broadband. The vaulted ceilings are bright and airy with lighted fans and air conditioning which transforms to central heating in colder times of the year. The bathroom was luxurious with a Jacuzzi and a detached shower. There was a modern refrigerator and freezer. There was a coffeemaker with complimentary coffee. There were four twin-sized beds and a queen-sized bed. He assumed that was where the den mother would sleep or whenever the Yaoyorozu brought a family with children.
The emerald-haired teen didn't bother turning on the lights. The bed in the center was where he would be residing tonight. In a way, he was grateful that he didn't have roommates. At least he wasn't sharing a room with Kacchan.
He dropped his baggage, opting to deal with them in the morning. After doing that, he took off his shirt followed by his pants and shoes. Aizawa spared no expense in having them exercise in their street clothes. As he said to them, if they acted a fool as civilians, then they were going to act a fool as is.
Now in his boxers and undershirt, he was ready to go to sleep. Rubbing the tired eyelids, he headed for bed. He sat down, rubbing his feet. He pulled the covers and crawled into bed. He sat his head on the pillow while looking into the ceiling.
As he turned his head over to face the wall, he was met with a set of purple eyes. He kept still. Rightfully so because she put her finger to her lips, enticing his silence. He followed suit. The moonlight shone upon her blonde hair. Her arm encircled his torso, pulling him close to her.
"Oum, you're so adorable!" Yang said, licking her lips and stroking his hair tenderly. "And so cute, Izuku."
He was caught off guard. Where did she come from? How did she get here? However, those thoughts were placed on hold as she pressed forward to him. "My loving Izuku. I love you."
Before he could muster to say a word, the lilac-eyed teen shut her eyes and grabbed his chin, tilting it to where his lips met hers.
…!
His eyes widened when being pulled into her mouth.
"You taste delicious!" Yang broke the kiss. Then, she lowered her head to claim his lips once again in a demanding, possessive kiss. Her tongue invaded his mouth to dominate his own tongue.
Although he should be shocked, his hormones were contesting against him. "Yang is kissing me. Her tongue is really hot and slimy."
He felt the warm saliva entering his mouth. It tasted strong, feeling like warm alcohol being poured into his throat. As much he could resist, she made sure that he swallowed her essence. She broke the kiss again, leaving a trail of saliva between the pair.
"Yang," he managed to say.
"Don't worry, it's fine. I'll take very good care of you," said Yang as she pulled over the covers. The emerald-haired teen was shocked when seeing all of her naked glory. "After all, we have some catching up to do. Now, do we?"
To be continued….
Nemuri was in the middle of...tending the oven when she received a phone call. It was the middle of the night and thought she could masturbate to her loving Izuku in peace. In her mind, there were two reasons for late night calling — either Hawks or Aizawa wanted a late night rendezvous or she was receiving notice that somebody was being fitted for a casket.
Turning off her handcrafted dildo that the head was in the shape of a rabbit, she placed it beside the bed as she reached for her phone on the nightstand. She had to be careful since she was in charge of the hormonally-challenged 1-A boys at the campsite — a great opportunity to commence their plan on obtaining their Izuku. However, there have been some complications but nothing that Midnight herself couldn't fix.
She saw the phone and saw that it was her sensei, Glynda, calling.
Shaking her head, she reached for the phone and answered it.
"Evening, Sen—"
"That fatty, fat-fat, fat-fat! She let them get away!"
Midnight became alert. This wasn't good. Turning on the lights on the nightstand, she snapped her fingers to wake up Yuu, who was at the adjacent bed. Yuu opened her eyes and saw Nemuri pointing at her phone. Immediately, Yuu went to Nemuri's bed.
She put the phone on speaker. "Okay, Sensei. Explain again?"
"That fatty fat-fat, fat ass don't know where the girls are," shouted Glynda. "I came back home to check on the girls and when I got back, they weren't there. When I asked fatty about their whereabouts, she stated that they were going out and hadn't heard from them since." She continued shouting. "Lost the girls but can't lose that weight. Aaugh, fuck!"
To be continued…for real this time….
BD: Hey, guys. I hope you enjoy the chapter. I hope you guys didn't get too confused by the time frame. I plan to put it together up to the point when Yang and Izuku have their alone time at the cabin. Stay tuned for the next chapter. Stay tuned for more as I dive deeper into this. May God bless you and strive and prosper. As always, team Greenshade!