Hey, guys. BD is back with another installment of 'A Homestay To Remember.' In this chapter, Izuku questions himself on his manhood and his fate with the Beacon girls. Meanwhile, Melissa is met with Cardin and Saiko and the two aren't happy when she fails to deliver. Later, 1-A and 1-B finally arrive at camp when Aizawa-sensei issues out their first assignment. Misadventures, mishaps, and hijinks continue. Enjoy! Feel free to comment and/or follow and subscribe!

A/N: The following events occurred earlier that day prior to Izuku meeting Yang at camp. As a reminder, I am building up to create a plot. You'll understand why in the following chapters.

Warning: the following chapter has suggestive dialogue that some readers will find uneasy. Be advised that the author doesn't encourage nor support the comments made in this story. Just be mindful that it is fiction.

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}

Earlier that day….

The Lucky Cat Cafe was where Hitoshi and Izuku could be found. The duo had some time to spare before heading to camp and the purple-haired hustler wanted to try the diner's world-famous panko-battered fried chicken. Plus, the way Shinsou was driving, she was giving Speed Racer and Takumi Fujiwara a run for their money.

The duo arrived at the village without struggle. Situated along the foothills of Ikebukuro, the area itself was cladden in the golden days of yesteryear. The presence of the Showa era remained prevalent in this town with the population of less than 3500.

Apparently, the Yaoyorozu family purchased the land at a discount. The land itself was used as previous camps — Camp Rolling Hills and Camp Buddy. Shinsou didn't dare indulge, if not cared, about the details of why those camps failed. Be that as it may, Momo's mother hired her, Rin, and the carnies as security for the duration of their stay. And what kind of person would the hustler be to turn down money?

Shinsou cut off the engine and placed the keys on her lap. She stretched her arms, using her hand to wake up the sleeping emerald-haired teen. "Wake up, sweetness."

He felt her soft hand running through his hair as he opened his tired eyes. He couldn't even recall the last time he had slept like this. "Where are we?"

"Lucky Cat Cafe. A diner I peeped out on the way."

Izuku, more concerned about punctuality, looked at his cell phone.

"Relax. Dad had some delays. There's still time." She winked as she opened the door. "Go and stretch your legs. I gotta make a call to Rinny to let him know my whereabouts. I suggest you do the same with your mother as well."

He nodded in understanding as he stepped out of the car. She was right, struggling as he felt his legs were numb. He began giggling as he felt the blood returning back into his legs as he leaned against the car.

Looking at his surroundings, there was no doubt that he was in the sticks. Hopefully there wouldn't be another ambush like the last time he and his teammates went to camp. He cracked his neck and then reached into his pocket to text his mother.

He heard his phone ping. He arched his eyebrow when he saw the person notifying him.

"Blake?!" His heart skipped a beat. He clutched his chest when seeing the raven-haired Faunus texting him. Why the change of heart? Was she alone? Did Goodwitch give them back their phones?

He swallowed the lump in his throat and opened the message.

"Hey, Izuku. I hope you are doing well. I miss you and have fun at camp. By the way, sorry for being cold to you. You are my most precious gem so don't even think one bit that I don't care about you. Hope to hear from my otouto soon."

His breath began to labor. His heart wanted to leap out of his chest. He let out a small gasp as the tingling sensation began to stir in between his legs. He shuddered when recalling the faint scent of Blake as he buried himself into her bosom — the sweet scent of lilac or lavender. The itch in his loins continued, which left him with a confused feeling.

Flashes of their first night together penetrated his mind.

'Say my name again, otouto!'

'Blake Onee-chan!'

'More!'

'Blake Onee-chan!'

'Cry to the heavens, my darling otouto!'

'Onee-chan, this is feeling good. Onee-chan, I am getting close. I am getting close.'

'Yes, otouto! Let me see you drain out your milk! Release your seeds to your big sister!'

"Deku, are you okay?"

Those thoughts dissipated as he was brought back into reality. He turned his head to see Hitoshi staring at him. "Deku baby, are you okay?"

Deku returned a nervous laugh to the teen. "Yeah, fine. Just dandy."

"Sweetness, your nose is bleeding."

He sniffled, realizing that there was blood seeping out of his nose. The purple-haired teen came and reached for her handkerchief and dabbed the blood on it. "Either there is high altitude or…" She smiled lecherously. "What were you thinking?"

"Nothing…nothing, I swear!"

Hitoshi stared at him for a few seconds. "Liar!"

"No, I swear to Oum."

"Swear to Oum?" She placed her hands on her hips, smiling devilishly.

"..."

Hitoshi reached over and kissed his forehead, causing him to blush deeply. "You're cute when you lie but I won't pry any further. At least for now." She grabbed his hand. "C'mon, let's grab some grub before Dad catches up with us and I can't promise you mercy when he does."

"Good call," he thought to himself.

As she led him up the stairs to the diner, thoughts of Blake reeled in his mind. He touched his neck where Blake left her mark on him. She wasn't as sneaky as she claimed herself to be. It was a funny thing about being a light sleeper in the house of women. Sleeping outside of one's element would make any teen vigilant.

A few minutes later….

The waitress sent them to their seats. Hitoshi opted for a booth in case she was being tailed. Despite not having any associates or connections in this area, she wasn't taking any chances. Who knew what kind of jilted lover, wife, ex-girlfriend, or desperado wanted to take her out. It didn't surprise her as her reputation could bring a lot of enemies — even people from a certain league who were honoring their truce.

As they waited on their orders, Shinsou drank her black coffee and smoked a cigarette. Deku, on the other hand, wanted a frappuccino but the machine was down. So instead, he drank dimbula tea.

Shinsou received notice that Rin and his crew made it to camp and were settling in. It was one thing off her mind. Meanwhile, there was another thing that needed to be settled.

"Can we just agree that Ken Akamatsu was an accidental feminist?" Shinsou asked Deku as she flicked the ash into the empty coffee cup. On their way to the diner, she and the emerald teen were having a discussion surrounding the early 2000's harem anime Love Hina.

A few nights ago after the carnival, Izuku and Shouto were on the phone discussing the events following the fashion show. It was then when the icy hot teen brought up the aforementioned topic.

'You're basically the Keitaro of your little harem.'

'What do you mean?'

'C'mon! Those girls do favor the Hinata Inn girls in a way. Or at least in personality.'

'Explain.'

'Ruby is Shinobu with an ounce of Kaolla Su. Yang is Kitsune. Weiss is Naru without a doubt. And that Blake girl is definitely Motoko in spades.'

'Blake isn't the type that thinks all men are vile creatures. Plus, she doesn't have a dojo. At least one I know of and she doesn't have any siblings.'

'Funny you mention her like that. Is she your number one girl?'

'...'

'Can't say I blame you. She is the mysterious noir, quiet, studious type. Obviously a protector and she has the skills of a shinobi. Definitely a ninja.'

'How would you know? Wait, why are we even bringing this up?'

'As a supporter of the IzuRWBY brigade, the group just think you're like Keitaro — sweet, mild-mannered, a dreamer, but somewhat timid and weak. No offense, man.'

'Offense taken. Is being weak and timid the theme of my life?'

'Don't take it the wrong way, dude. Girls find it cute. Plus, it helps when it comes to having girlfriends. I know they are keeping you busy in that little Hinata Inn. Am I right? Ara~ Ara~!'

'I got to go, Shouto. Let me know when you and the others wake up to reality. Later!'

"Accidental? No! More so of an apologist, if you ask me," replied the emerald-haired teen as he sipped his tea. "Even masochism is a loose term to describe Keitaro Urashima."

"I can't imagine the girls having real intentions of harming him," she retorted. "They were just channeling their insecurities. Granny Hina even mentioned it to Keitaro, hoping that he would understand. Besides, Keitaro was a gentle spirit and quite forgiving."

"Nothing is forgiven than being blasted off into space like Jessie or James."

"Got to have tough skin to be a harem god. Many are called but few are chosen."

"Thick skin?" Deku wagged his finger in disagreement. "I had Twizzlers with stiffer spines than Keitaro. Granny Hina lied to her grandson. He didn't know their circumstances, their history, or at least notifying him that the girls didn't even know of his arrival." He took another sip of his tea.

"Maybe she feared he would say no. Wasn't it his birthright to have the hotel?"

"I would have said no if he knew what kind of sick puppies that were in that kennel," he interjected. "Give a girl an itch and they take a mile. And of course, 'he's a guy, he can handle it.' The most exhausting, overused, way overplayed excuse in the history of civilization."

Before the purple-haired teen rebutted, Izuku interjected. "Before you say that he had allies, Shinobu and Mutsumi were mainly neutral. Although they weren't involved in hurting him, they didn't do anything to stop them either. Mostly fearing repercussions and being the next target."

"Look at it from their perspective. Shinobu was shy and timid plus going through a nasty custody case with her parents. As for Mutsumi, there aren't enough brains in the world to fill that airhead," said Hitoshi. "Adversity was there and it was through that Keitaro succeeded. Nothing is as easy and clear cut as it should be."

"True, but things would have been a lot smoother if they got a chance to hear his side of the story before being plummeted out of the Earth's surface," retorted the teen as he looked at the window. "Yet again, you can't rationalize with the irrational."

Shinsou smiled, slouching in her seat as she flicked the ash into the coffee cup. "I have been remiss. But, humor me. Do you think that things could have been different if Keitaro did have a spine?"

"Yeah, but it would perpetuate more spite. Especially from Naru and Motoko. Naru is the reason the word bitch is still around and Motoko was callous and cold towards any male in her presence."

"Naru was a bit of a bully and a narcissist. Motoko was just repressed."

"A bit? Naru always finds an excuse to blame on anything but herself. And like a dolt, Keitaro follows her blindly due to some promise. A promise, may I add, Naru didn't recall."

"It was Mutsumi. However, Keitaro just wanted to have a purpose." She cleared her throat. "People love to dream. Even if it is impossible, it doesn't mean don't pursue it."

"Be somewhat realistic is what I am saying."

"So, you're saying that going to Tokyo U is as unrealistic as getting into UA High?"

"..." He nearly lost his breath when hearing those words. His mouth was agape and he didn't know how to rebut that response.

"Could you imagine if your dream of being All Might's protege never came to fruition?" Hitoshi asked the teen. "I am not trying to pick, sweetie. But, I can't honestly destroy Keitaro's vision. We all have dreams, even if they are far-fetched. For some, its fate. For others, it's faith — be it as it may, if it's crazy or not, we all have to believe in something."

The emerald-haired turned beet red. He dropped his head, feeling as if a chord had been struck.

Hitoshi grew concerned and reached over to grab his hand. "Sorry, Izuku. That wasn't called for."

He withdrew a sigh. "I know."

A pregnant silence filled the booth for a moment. She took this time to properly convey her feelings without hurting his feelings. "I am beginning to suspect that you have been paralleling yourself with Keitaro."

His eyes averted her gaze. He bit into his lip. "Yeah!"

"That could make sense," she responded. "Since the girls have been here and the events that led to now, I want to say that being compared to Keitaro irks you."

"Yeah, it does."

"Dude, you are not Keitaro. Unless you have a stepsister that wants your goodies and you're an heir apparent to an inn, there is nothing for you to worry about." She raised her eyebrow. "Any plans of wanting to go to Tokyo U?"

"..."

"Thought so. Plus, if you decide not to become a Pro Hero, you're more of a Keio man anyway."

He nodded his head, sighing through his nose. "Why lately have I been on everyone's radar? Since people caught wind of the Beacon girls staying with me, is it as if everyone is waiting for my next move."

"Well, for starters, it isn't everyday you have four gorgeous girls staying with you," replied the purple-haired hustler. "Knowing your nature, it is going to be the talk of the town. Believe me when I say there are many boys that love to be in your shoes right now."

"And that is just it. Why does it matter? It seems that I am in this mess because of the fact that the girls are here."

"Nuh-huh. Katsuki put you guys in that position. Just a jealous dweeb who couldn't stop being a hater."

"And if it isn't him, then it is the so-called IzuRWBY brigade. Can it be like any other homestay?" He slouched below his seat. "It is like the Lord is testing me, knowing damn well that I am going to fail."

She propped an eyebrow. "Ok…ok. Look, I wouldn't get fazed by Todoroki calling you Keitaro. He didn't mean anything by it. As if Zuko's understudy has anything to talk about." She released her hands from Deku. "Secondly, I promised you earlier that I am going to help you overcome your fears."

"You did say that." Deku nodded to himself about Hitoshi's suggestion. Earlier before arriving at the diner, she noticed his aberrant silence. Figuring that he was still pondering about Katsuki, the RWBY girls, and summer camp, she wanted to find a way to cheer him up and motivate his spirits. "Can you at least tell me what it is?"

"Does All Might tell you all of his plans during training?"

His cheeks had become puffy, similar to an octopus. "C'mon…."

"Nope. Plus, I have to find ways to make time without the old man watching our asses."

"Right~!"

The purple-haired hustler lit another cigarette. "But you need to keep this in mind, Deku. My job with you is to show you tips on how to stand up for yourself towards Katsuki and learn how to handle yourself around women."

"I'm thankful, trust me. But does it feel wrong if I am asserting myself to them," he questioned. "I want to have control but I am not the one that hurts women."

"Being more assertive is not equal to being rude or a jerk or being abusive. You don't have to change who you are at the core. It just means that you know when to say no or be firm about a decision. You're a future Pro Hero that's been in real situations and you certainly must have the capability to be assertive when facing real bad guys even if you're scared."

"Man, if those walls could talk," he replied. "God, you can read me — describing me to a tee." He rubbed the back of his head. "As if you are the author of my life."

"Don't get defensive, sweetness. Yeah, it's true that you're an easy read. And if you've forgotten, I'm quite observant, not just with dates, running a business and running away from crazy girlfriends, you know?" She smiled as she pointed at her face. "Plus, remember I work in the Support Department, so paying attention to the smallest of details is very important. Lest we forget? Oh, yeah, mind reader, duh!"

Izuku thought for a moment. He shouldn't really care what the others think about the situation with the Beacon girls. Yet again, he did wear his heart on his sleeve. Also, he really needed to stand his ground toward Kacchan or else he was going to continue harassing him without reprieve.

"You have what it takes, you just need to learn how to put it into practice, in a healthy way, of course. As I said, that is why we're going to study and practice. Those are the keys," said Hitoshi as she raised her finger. "That one thing, Deku! That one thing."

"Ha! That one thing, huh? How can he become a Pro Hero if women are his kryptonite?!"

The duo turned around when hearing the source of the noise. A few feet away sat a raven-haired woman with purple and pink streaks in her hair. She was wearing an army fatigue outfit and a cap to match.

Hitoshi turned her head to address the woman-in-question. The woman appeared to be in her late twenties, possibly early thirties. She carried an unpleasant scent that wasn't only on her skin but permeated in her clothes. Similar to her, she too was sporting a cigarette in one hand and an empty coffee cup in another. Judging by her demeanor and how comfortable she appeared, she and the diner were familiar with each other. As if she was the type that frequented the place to seek solace from the cold or the rain. Or she knew someone working here and they gave her the scraps or leftovers at the end of shift.

The woman glared at her nails. The dirt in between said it all — she had experienced things or seen things only one could imagine.

"Excuse me?" Hitoshi asked the stranger in a not-so-rude manner, but enough to alert her of butting into their private conversation. "I am sorry?"

The amber from the cigarette grew bright as the stranger inhaled it, blowing it into the sky as she returned Hitoshi's glare. "Funny how we are blessed with technology. Tape recorders, television, record players. We can replicate something from basic homemade materials and bam, we have our supply." She tilted her head as she took another puff. "But in our brains, once we say something, it can't be replicated. Of course we can interpret, translate, but you can't replicate a thought. When I say something the first time, that is it." She flicked the ash into the coffee cup. "Nothing more, nothing less."

Hitoshi decided to turn around. In her mind, the woman sounded like one of those "wanderers" that abandon modern society to become a hermit — where in reality, they took psychedelic mushrooms, had one bad trip and haven't been the same since. It was best that she turned around and avoided speaking further to the stranger.

Izuku made a gesture, which Hitoshi shrugged her shoulders, as she too was confused.

As the duo tried to move forward with the conversation, the person behind them wasn't exactly through with her discussion. "How can you become a Pro Hero if you can't even handle a woman, boy?"

Izuku looked lost, if not confused. He looked beside Hitoshi and saw that the woman was staring at him. "Are you talking to me?"

"Do you see me talking to Allah or Oum?"

The teen parted his mouth. He wasn't even sure how to respond or if they needed to take their leave.

"I said how can you become a Pro Hero if you can't even take charge of the pussy. What's the matter? Don't like women? Allergic to women? Did the babysitter take advantage of you as a kid."

Hitoshi jerked her head to the woman. "Hey, look here, lady. What Izuku does is his business and his alone. Who in the hell are you to make throes like that?"

The woman just stared at Hitoshi. It wasn't long when she gave a smirk. She looked over Hitoshi and back to Izuku. "Were you denied a titty as a child? Weaned too soon by an angry mother or were you on the titty too long that you depend on your mama?"

Hitoshi balled her fist, slamming the table. "Hey, do you want to take this outside?" She narrowed her eyes to the woman. Although she wasn't supposed to use her quirk as she was on restriction, this was a case of an emergency. No one was going to disrespect her Deku. "Because I have no problem stomping, slapping, or clapping bitches. And it doesn't have to be in that same order."

"Is this your mama?" Overlooking the angry hustler and staring at Deku. "Hey, boy. Learn when to quit suckling her tits and stop being a baby."

"Umm…umm…" He was speechless. He was caught off-guard and had no line of defense to speak of. He couldn't do more than drop his head.

"Thought so." She then looked at Hitoshi. "For the record, chicky, please. If you want something to read, wipe that white stuff at the corner of your lips. Can't be too sure if it is saliva, donuts, or getting some milk from that udder in his pants."

The hustler propped an eyebrow. "How did….no way in hell would she know."

"You make things too easy." The woman chuckled as she took a puff of her cigarette. "Kids these days." She then proceeded to smile. "Learn how to take a joke. Everyone is on the defense these days. No wonder why cancel culture and woke culture is prevailing." The woman dropped the cigarette in the coffee cup and made her way to their booth.

"Excuse my earlier tangent. When you're battling off-and-on with nicotine cravings, it can be quite a bitch."

Hitoshi arched her eyebrow. "Do you actually think we're cool?"

"Listen, I said excuse me. I can be rough and abrasive around the edges. A dick move on my part." She reached into her pocket and pulled out some dollar bills. "Let me pay for your meals as a peace offering." She then rubbed her hand on her pants before extending her hand to Hitoshi. "The name's Marui."

Hitoshi stared at the woman's hands — heavily wrinkled and dark as if she was playing with soil. Against her better sense of judgment, she reached out and extended her hands. After all, just because the hustler's hands were clean didn't mean she had dirt on her boots. "Fine~! The name's Shinsou. Hitoshi Shinsou."

Marui cracked a smile. She raised her eyes when turning to see Izuku. "And your name, boy?"

"Izuku Midoriya." The teen nodded, instinctively bowing to the stranger.

Marui reached out and extended her hand to Izuku. Strange to him as it wasn't commonplace as an easterner, nevertheless, he reached out and took her hand.

"Sorry to bother you guys for ear hustling," said Marui as she took her stance at the center of the table. "When you have spent so much time keeping your ears to the ground, you tend to pick up and gather up things."

"Nice. Gotta use that instead of saying I was just being nosy." Hitoshi thought as she grabbed another cigarette. "It happens…I guess."

Marui returned her gaze to Deku. "Answering your question on Keitaro, he is just a big fish in a tiny pond of ponds. He is a product of a caste system, natural selection if you will. It is either eat or be eaten, sink or swim, drip or drown."

"Hmm." Izuku replied as he nodded.

"Personal sense of responsibility goes both ways. You can respect a woman without being run over by one," said Marui. "Yes, we are the fairer sex and behind a great man, is a greater woman. But, in a race people will dominate. Granted, if the roles were reversed and women were the greater sex and men were submissive from the beginning…" She paused, grabbing her wrist. "Listen, I know you guys aren't here for a lecture or anything. Just saying, kid — you have to learn how to stand on your feet and speak your mind. Because if not, then all will run over you. Use your God given authority or someone else will use it for you and use it against you."

Marui moved aside as the waitress came with their orders. The sizzling sound of fresh breakfast entranced their noses and whetted their appetites.

"Hey, care to join us?" Izuku asked as he scooted his seat. However, Hitoshi was taken aback by his usual trusting gesture.

"Hey, Deku, we don't want to take any more of her precious time," interjected the hustler. "Plus, we have a limited wi—"

Marui butted in. "I don't mind. I can eat." She nodded to herself as she took a seat beside Izuku. Izuku used his knife to split his french toast and scooped some panko-battered chicken wings on another plate.

The woman smiled as she said her blessings before taking a bite of the syrupy baked goods. Izuku smiled, delighted to make someone happy. The purple-haired hustler shook her head as she bit into her pancakes. "Yeah, kid. You're definitely too trusting. You have a LONG way to go."

Meanwhile…with Melissa and Saiko….

Intelli's Auto Sales was a dealership located a few miles south of the Musutafu metropolitan area. Situated by the river, the dealership was across the stream from the industrial plant and a factory that worked on manufactured homes. Apparently the latter was a steadily popular trend among the foreigners that recently transplanted in Japan.

The Cadillac Escalade entered the parking lot and positioned itself in the parking space that was marked CEO. Judging by the lack of cars and lack of customers, one could speculate that this place was a front, struggling for business, or just opened. Who was to say which of that was true was what Melissa thought. This was the last place she wanted to be and these were the last people she expected to see.

The blond teen stepped out of the car and went around to the passenger side to open Saiko's door. Saiko nodded as she stepped out of the SUV. The blond gestured with his hand for Melissa to get out as well. She was growing nervous. Either if she wanted to run, she was nowhere near any reputable establishments. She wouldn't dare risk swimming across the river due to its strong currents. Saiko was bold and unafraid to use her quirk. It didn't even matter that Seiai Academy joined UA High with the truce between the League of Villains. So if Saiko were to get busted, her mother had the connections to get her bail and make things disappear. Therefore, Melissa had to be cautious so that she too wouldn't disappear.

The blond teen held the door open for the girls to step inside. He followed suit when they entered. Inside was the heart and soul of their establishment. Present staff members were working on files or making phone calls. They were uniformly dressed, with the Intelli Auto Sales brand on their shirts. The staff didn't look too much older than them. If anything, they could be mistaken for high school students.

Melissa didn't dare question that as she was acutely aware of the situation. She swallowed a lump in her throat, saying a prayer to the souls that had to work under the Intelli brand.

"Afternoon." Saiko announced to the staff. On cue, each of them dropped what they were doing and stood attentively to her. Each of them bowed simultaneously.

"Afternoon, Saiko-sama." The group said to her.

Melissa sensed the pride in Saiko. The men and women stood like statues, proud to be under their leader.

"I am going to need some private time with our guest here," said the white-haired teen as she took off her monocle. "Cardin here is going to assign you some duties for the time being."

"Yes, Saiko-sama," replied the group.

"Cardin." Saiko said in a prim, sharp voice.

"On it, mistress," replied the blond.

Saiko turned her head to Melissa. "Follow me to my office."

Melissa nodded as she followed suit. The group remained stiffly still as she passed them. She was led to a hallway, passing through a few empty offices. Saiko continued to walk to the end of the hall to a door that had her mother's name as the CEO of the company.

Saiko used her keycard to scan herself entry inside. She turned the lever and stepped in. Melissa followed Saiko inside.

The office itself just had a tad of a feminine touch. Everything in the office was up-to-date and state-of-the-art. There were whiteboards on every corner of the office. An old fashioned executive desk was there. It had a few laptops and two business phones. It also included a leather couch; a water cooler; a small bar; and a refrigerator. Everything in the office was neat. Melissa credited Saiko's mother for keeping herself professional. If only she could get her daughter together personally, she added to her thought.

"Have a seat," said Saiko.

Melissa nodded and took a seat on the couch. The white-haired teen took off her cap and monocle. She walked to the mini-fridge and grabbed herself a bottle of whiskey. No one would suspect that the teen had a love for alcohol as she loved fear, power, domination…and overall, money.

She spat out the cork and poured herself a glass. There were three sets of glasses on the table. She poured the liquid inside before capping the bottle.

"Not sure if it is good luck or bad luck for us having to meet like this," she said as she handed the glass to Melissa. A teen who seldomly drank, she understood when Saiko handed a glass, there wasn't a suggestion but an order.

Melissa took the drink and placed it in her mouth. She squirmed at the bittersweet taste as she detested the taste of brown liquor. She wiped her lips with her sleeve and placed the glass on the table beside her.

"Fate knows how to play such a lovely hand, doesn't she?" Saiko asked, unsure if she was talking outloud or speaking to the blond. "Don't know when, how or what but it shows up, no matter what." The feared teen of Seiai spoke coldly as she took a seat on her desk, narrowing the gap between her and Melissa.

"So where have you been? Excuse me, where were you and why didn't you check in with me or Cardin?"

The blonde swallowed a lump in her throat. "I've been meaning to call you but my phone hasn't been working."

"Mphf." Saiko replied as she took another sip. "Funny how when I call you, it rings."

"It isn't that." She nervously chuckled. "I can get incoming calls but I can't dial out."

Saiko rolled her eyes, unamused and unsurprised by the excuse the teen was giving her. If she had a nickel for whatever reason the teen couldn't respond or wouldn't answer, she could purchase the Union Depository twice.

"Very well then." Saiko took another sip of her drink. "Riddle me this. Since you haven't checked in, did our money at least get checked?"

"..." Melissa's lips quivered. She was feeling uneasy. There was a lot of heat surrounding her and it wasn't from the heated seat cushions under her.

Saiko lowered her head, shaking it. "Oh, sweetness. Don't tell me that you don't have my money."

A moment later, the door opened and in came Cardin Winchester. His deep sea eyes were drawn to the blonde in question. He backed himself against the door, as if he was signifying that she had no means to escape.

"Got them covered?" Saiko asked Cardin.

"On to their respective assignments, Saiko-sama," responded the man that served as her right hand man and bodyguard. "Got something for you." He reached into his back pocket and handed her an envelope. The white envelope was tightly packed, obvious from Melissa's view that it was money.

"The mope finally paid up," replied Saiko as she received the envelope. She grabbed the thick container that carried the money — American currency. "Something amazing to the eye when you see a lot of blue strips."

"He threw a cherry on top plus he wants to play again," responded Cardin.

"He must have got a spare kidney somewhere," said Saiko in a laughing manner as she placed the money beside her.

Cardin chuckled as he placed his hands in his pocket. "So, what's up with Melissa?"

"Melissa here wants to play silent," responded Saiko. "Doesn't check in, doesn't even let one of us know she is back in town. So it is safe to say that if she didn't check in, neither did our money."

"Guess White Bread here got some problems and not the good kind, huh," responded Cardin as he cracked his knuckles. "Especially since we have to go out of our way to go look for her."

"It goes back to my previous statement — it's bad luck and that is a problem," said Saiko as she clicked her tongue. "What excuse do you have for not having our money? Let me guess…sick mom, an unforeseen bill…other loan sharks and shysters?"

"Cheating on us, Melissa?" Cardin said as he smiled devilishly. "After all we did for you?" The latter was more out of sarcasm. He turned and locked the door behind him. Melissa was growing weary when the tall teen made his way to her.

"Cardin, Saiko," responded Melissa in a startled voice. "It isn't like I don't have the money. You know I am always good for it."

"You're sure?" Saiko said as she took another sip. "People who are good for it always come to us and not the other way around."

"We shouldn't have to go far and wide about our money. And last time I checked, I ain't no spook." Cardin said as he sat next to her, narrowing the distance. "You can play with spooks in your spare time but when it comes to me or Saiko, we don't play."

Melissa's eyes became watery, looking over to Saiko.

"Don't look at me," responded Saiko. "I'm not the one who might take a trip to a vacant."

She looked like a deer in headlights. She knew what they meant. Cardin and Saiko weren't the ones that shouldn't be trifled with.

"Guys, listen," she said in a rattling voice. "A lot of stuff has been going on. I have been meaning to talk to you guys about an extension. It is just that my father—"

"I don't give a shit about your father, your mother, or even you," said Cardin. "You are in no position to explain why you don't have it. The question is why isn't it here in front of us?"

"If you're looking for pity, go to UNICEF. You have been back in town for over a week. We have given a bit of time out of 'grace and mercy.' Grace can only last so long," said Saiko.

"And so does mercy," interjected Cardin.

It was a tough situation that no one other than those two knew about. A secret life that she kept from friends and family. How could she explain to her father that instead of attending the prestigious math and science academy at I-Island, her time was being spent playing poker.

Saiko and Cardin were business partners. Their friendship was established due to their parents' relationship with each other. Ever-so-often, their parents visited each other between Remnant and Earth. The more time the duo spent, the stronger their relationship grew — based on fear, intimidation, bullying, supremacy and money.

However, their relationship was also a senpai-kouhai relationship. Although Cardin was older than Saiko, her prowess and authoritative personality was what enticed the blond to even submit, which was rare due to his brash and harsh personality back on Remnant.

Since they both have a love for poker, they have established underground poker clubs. Saiko hosted games at Seiai whereas Cardin covered both Beacon and Haven. Since its inception, Cardin spent every summer at Seiai with Saiko. He was more so of insurance in case of buyer's remorse or those who wanted to be cute with their money.

Melissa was introduced to the lifestyle nearly a year ago. She, Cardin Winchester, and Saiko Intelli traveled the same circles. With her father being a member of the board that conducted homestays, that was how Melissa became involved with the duo.

There was something about the game that enthralled the blonde. Wasn't sure if it was the sound of the chips stacking, the shuffling of cards, or the gathering of the chips upon winning, but she felt victorious. Poker could be easily compared to sex. The more she played, the more she won. She felt invincible. With her background in math, how could she lose? After all, she had an ace up her sleeve.

And that alone was the cost and cause of her downfall.

Two weeks ago, Cardin and Saiko realized that she was counting cards. They weren't idiots. She would go all in or bet yellow chips, which were $1,000 each. If Melissa wasn't so greedy, then she would have been tougher to spot. The game could provide such a natural high, but in the end, the high would eventually come down.

When playing based on instinct, she lost…miserably! Instead of going with her usual $1,000 a hand, she was betting small. Even if she was winning at $4,000, she felt like she was losing $9,000. When upping her beats, she lost it all.

She went into the red and owed them money. Due to her reputation and being always good in paying them back, she was given some time to pay back her debt. However, pride reigned supreme and wanting to impress Neon Katt, she spent the money she borrowed from her trust fund at a bank in California and used it to spend on revelry and debauchery with the Faunus superstar.

Out of money and in debt, she was now facing the merciless judges.

"I had the money." Melissa's voice faltered. Past tense didn't sit well with her benefactors. "It was with me when I came back from California."

"How come you didn't notify us?" Cardin asked.

"How would you feel if you lied to your parents that you were supposed to be studying at the greatest math and science academy and not using your free time gambling your life away," responded Melissa frustratingly. "If my dad knew about this, he would kill me. I got phone numbers changed, mail sent to a PO Box in Pomona, California."

"Why Pomona?" Saiko asked, wondering.

"Because that is the one place I wouldn't expect him to go. That's why," replied Melissa. "Also, I had to do this without being traced. Customs at the airport would wonder why I am carrying that large lump sum of cash so I had made it as a travelers check. Plus, with it being a travelers check, my father wouldn't ask questions.

"I couldn't leave the money at the hotel for obvious reasons. I couldn't leave it at the bank because they would want my father's information as I am underaged. I have been wanting to inform you guys but I was caught up with helping Masaru Bakugo with his fashion show." She cleared her throat. "It can be hard to juggle doing this and being his assistant. I knew it would be busy so I stashed it in my backpack in my dressing room.

"During the show, I came back to check on my money, but there were some bitches who thought they could stick their hands in the cookie jar."

Cardin was taken aback and leaned back on the couch. "Are you telling me that somebody robbed our money? Is that what I am hearing?"

"I swear to God, Cardin, Saiko!" Melissa said. "I have plans of handing the money to you two the next day but a scuffle ensued. The bitches ambushed me and threw me in a closet. When I came to, the money was gone and so were the girls."

Saiko crushed the ice with her teeth. Melissa must think she was an idiot to believe that convoluted lie. No one was going to take away $20,000 without someone making noise about it. In this era, thieves and robbers were going to talk.

"Let's say that I do believe this," responded Saiko dryly. "Let's say that those…bitches, as you call them, did steal from you." She crossed her legs, planting her elbow against her thigh and resting her chin on her hand. "Would those bitches happen to have a name?"

Melissa could feel the sweat trailing down her back as she parted her mouth. "Yeah…Hitoshi Shinsou and Ruby Rose."

The blond teen furrowed his eyebrows. His eyes darted at Saiko. Saiko returned his gaze. The white-haired teen could tell that he was feeling bothered. She parted her mouth. "Is something the matter, Cardin?"

"Yeah, mistress," answered Cardin. "That name is awfully familiar. Too, too familiar." It was true that Ruby Rose was a common name, if they were in the United States or in Europe. However, that was too much of a coincidence if this Ruby Rose would be the same Ruby that he had the misfortune to know.

Saiko wasn't familiar with Ruby but was awfully familiar with Hitoshi, as they were both hustlers at the very core. Although they knew each other, they weren't exactly on friendly terms. They wouldn't call themselves rivals either. Nevertheless, the two shared a mutual respect for each other — the hustler's code. That in itself was enough to keep distance from each other. Lord forbid if they were to cross paths.

"There! Here they are!" Melissa said as she gave her cell phone to Saiko.

Saiko glared at Melissa's phone that showed the profile picture of Ruby Rose. She observed the raven-haired teen with the red tips in her head with her red cloak and scythe. She continued scrolling down the page to see other pictures. One of the photos showed her and some girls standing in front of the airport's welcoming sign.

"Look familiar?" She turned the phone to Cardin's direction.

Cardin was alarmed when being confirmed that it is what he thought it was. He still kept his cool, not wanting to rouse suspicion. He didn't have a clue that Ruby and the others were in town.

The pregnant silence was broken when Saiko cleared her throat. "So Little Red Riding Hood and this heartless skank in purple are the ones that rob you? Are you sure? Do you need a minute to think it over?"

"I swear to God that it was Ruby and Hitoshi," said Melissa. "They are the ones that took your money."

"You mentioned that they hassled you," retorted Cardin. "Why didn't you fight back?"

"Better yet why didn't you call us that same day?" Saiko interjected.

"You wouldn't believe me," she said. "$20,000? That's a lot of money! Plus, those girls were more defensive than you think. I swear that Ruby was a blackbelt in karate and you know skanks like Hitoshi, switchblades and all. You would think these girls were working for White Fang or the League of Villains the way they rob me. Maybe the Meta Liberation Army!"

"You're absolutely positive that it was them?" Cardin asked again.

"Yeah, I am. Those are the ones that took your money." Melissa knew she couldn't tell the truth about spending the money but she knew she could lie. Remembering the hell she faced from Hitoshi and Ruby, she vowed revenge.

Saiko put her monocle back on. She nodded as she crossed her leg again and took another sip of her whiskey. "All right. If that is your cross that you want to bear, then wear it in health. Don't you agree, Cardin?"

"Fair enough," the boy replied as he nodded.

It was a load off her mind. The teen felt relieved that they were taking the bait. If anything, it would give her time to retrieve the money if they were having second thoughts.

However, she now involved Ruby and Hitoshi. It wasn't her problem. Ruby should have just stayed out the way and let the blonde have her way with Izuku as it should have been from the beginning. If she would have known that Izuku was a babe magnet, she would have kept a closer eye on him. She was going to find a way to get on his good side and get a refill of what was rightfully hers.

"Shit happens, Melissa." Saiko said, drinking more of her whiskey before turning her head to Cardin. "We're going to look into it and get it straightened out. Aren't we, Cardin?"

"No doubt about that," retorted the blond, cracking his knuckles. "$20,000 is something that can't be overlooked."

"Agreed. Speaking of overlook," said Saiko as she pointed to Melissa's hand. "I like that ring on your finger."

The blonde darted her eyes at her left hand. "Oh!" She smiled as she stared at it — a diamond encrusted ring that belonged to her late grandmother. "Thanks. Got it as a birthday gift a couple of years ago. It belonged to my late grandmother, so it is very sentimental to me." A sense of pride beamed from her. Out of the many cousins who could have adorn this gem, it was given to her. "Holds dear value to me, Saiko."

"How much is the real value?" Saiko asked.

"What do you mean?"

"How much is the real value of it? I am not really much into sentiment."

Melissa took her eyes from Saiko and covered her ring with her other hand.

"I think Saiko-sama asked you a question," retorted Cardin, gripping his hand on her shoulder. She could feel the shooting pain upon contact.

"I don't know," she replied, gnashing her teeth. "I can't recall the last time I went and got it checked."

"I can find out for you," retorted Saiko as she uncrossed her legs. She hopped from the desk and walked in front of Melissa.

"You don't have to."

"I'm sure. I can find out for you."

Melissa bit into her lip. As if the ground grew shakier around her. She sighed heavily as she reached over to her left hand and began to pull the ring from her finger.

"Need some help removing it," asked Saiko.

"Yeah, need some help?" retorted Cardin.

The American blonde shook her head in disagreement. "No, I got it. Can't remember the last time it has been off my finger."

"You need some spit?" Cardin asked.

"I don't want the girl's spit," retorted Saiko.

"I got it!" Melissa clenched her teeth when removing the ring that was passed down from her grandmother through her grandmother in her native Estonia. She pulled it from her finger and handed it to the white-haired teen.

Using her monocle, she observed the ring. Seeing it sparkle in the light already showed that the ring definitely has some worth in value.

Cardin released his grip from Melissa's shoulders. He crossed his legs as he parted his mouth. "Ruby isn't a terrorist. Just a mutt with a blade."

"And you're no California dream either," retorted Saiko as she put the ring in her pocket. "You're just a dumb gaijin that got her shit taken." She grabbed Melissa's chin, squeezing it in the process. "What happens between the bank and here isn't my business but my money is. So, bring me what you owe or else there will be dire consequences. Wakarimasu ka?"

All she could do was drop her head. "Wakarimasu ne, Saiko-sama."

The white-haired teen released her grip from Melissa. She turned to Cardin. "Have one of them take her home." She then looked at Melissa. "One week. Not a minute longer. Don't make us find you. Because if we do, we won't be as nice as the last time."

"Yes, Saiko-sama," replied Melissa, getting teary-eyed.

"Get out of my sight. I'm done with your ass." Saiko watched Melissa stand up and approach the door. Cardin followed and pulled the door. Standing by the door was one of their staff members. Cardin whispered something in her ear before leading Melissa off. He closed the door and took a seat where Melissa sat.

"You don't believe her at all, do you?" Cardin asked as he was swinging the glass that Melissa barely touched.

"I don't. I don't believe she was robbed," replied the white-haired teen. "If anything, I think she is playing us." The teen took a seat beside Cardin on the couch.

"You think Melissa conspired with Hitoshi and Ruby?"

"It's hard to tell at this point," responded Saiko. "Shinsou is an opportunist but she isn't a fool. Capers aren't usually her thing. She likes pulling men, not robberies."

"Maybe she graduated?"

"Perhaps." She turned her head to the blond. "What about you and Ruby?"

He was briefly taken aback. "What about her?"

"Earlier, I clocked you." She began to smile. She stared at the window that faced the river. The late afternoon sun was tilting over the horizon. "I've known you long enough to read you. Is she a problem?"

"Ruby Rose can't hurt us," he responded, rubbing his nose.

"Well, of course." She touched her chest. "There is no doubt in our mind that we can handle her but it still doesn't answer my question. Is she a problem?"

"We've crossed paths at Beacon. Haphazardly, of course," he responded dryly, itching to grab another glass of whiskey. "We're schoolmates and leaders of our teams. She's a bleeding heart, has a chip on her shoulder, and isn't afraid to put herself in situations that don't necessarily require her involvement."

"A hero?"

"In so many words, yes." He stood up and walked toward the window. "As much as I can't stand the mutt, this is out of character, even for her. But…"

"But?"

"She is always at someone's rescue, but pulling this stunt? That doesn't make any sense." He pinched his nose. "Ruby gets into things but a robbery?"

"Maybe she graduated?"

"Stranger things have happened."

"Mphf!" Saiko was fixated on Cardin's figure as it shined in the late afternoon sun. "Be that as it may, twenty grand is floating around and isn't in our possession. Even if Melissa was lying, those two are now in it."

He turned around with his back against the window. "I see."

"Have someone tag Melissa for a couple of days." She said in a downhearted, yet serious tone. "I wanna be sure if she is acting on getting my money or having second thoughts."

"Dove and Sky."

"Aren't they just in town for a few days?"

"They'll do it. Dove isn't afraid to get his hands dirty and Sky knows the yin-yang talk," replied Cardin, nodding to himself. "Even if Melissa is lying, they will be sure to be waiting in a bowl of rice wanting to get her."

"Good." Saiko nodded as she stood up. "Make the call. And by the way." A moment later, she reached over and slapped him in the face. "Never in your life again ever disrespect my culture in front of me. We're friends and business partners but don't get too comfortable with yourself. Remember your place. Understand?"

If this were people like Velvet, Jaune, or anyone else who dared cross him, he wouldn't hesitate to rebuttal. However, this was his senpai — his mistress. Even in a dream if he dared cross her, he better wake up and apologize.

The repentant Cardin dropped to his knees and grabbed hold of Saiko's hand. "Forgive me, mistress. I was unaware that I was getting too comfortable."

"Mfph!" She responded. "There are so many slurs I can take. For your sake, erase that one from memory. Wakatta ka shirako?"

"Please accept my forgiveness, mistress. I didn't know better."

Saiko took hold of his chin, gripping it tightly. "You're forgiven. See to it that it doesn't happen again or else a slap would be the least of your worries."

"Yes, mistress." The blond nodded as he kissed her hand. "Thank you, mistress."

Saiko nudged him to stand. She went back to her desk where she took a seat. "Go and make the call. I need some time to think. Leave me be."

"On it."

"You're excused for the day. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Yes, mistress." Cardin nodded and left her office, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

If Melissa was telling the truth, then she would have to go after Ruby and Hitoshi. Getting to the latter would be challenging as she moved differently. She knew the in's-and-out's of the game and wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty. Therefore, she would have to go after Ruby. Little Red Riding Hood didn't look tough — more so of a geeky otaku who should have realized that Halloween has since passed.

She poured herself another whiskey and turned on her computer. There was more work to do and Melissa would have to be on the backburner. But, it didn't mean she wasn't too far from her mind.

Meanwhile….

How Yaoyorozu described her family estate was an understatement. The place itself should be incorporated as a village in lieu of being a family estate.

Cobblestone roads that had street signs that were obviously named after the Yaoyorozu clan. There were shops that could be used as gift shops, small Mom-and-Pop shops, farmers markets and the like.

The sounds of oohs and ahhs filled the shuttle buses when seeing the ferris wheel that served as the background of the mountains in front of it. They knew the vice president came from money but didn't think she was that rich.

"Holy Dio." Denki said as his eyes were wide as saucers.

"This place makes our last camp look like a war-torn village," said Minoru.

"That was because it almost ended up looking like a war-torn village," retorted Denki, pinching his temple.

"Potato, tomato, hotel Trivago," said Minoru. "Boy, this is going to be a hot, Japanese summer." He feverishly rubbed his hands. "Breasts, legs, and thighs…and a sweet brown rabbit basking in the sun in front of our eyes." He grabbed Denki. "I take back what I said earlier. Bakugo did something right for a change."

"So, Moes. Any eligible bachelors in your family in search of a wife?" Itsuka whistled as she looked at the window.

"Shoot, it can be a bachelorette." Mina whistled loudly when seeing the roller coaster towering next to the ferris wheel. "I'll fake it. Wouldn't be the first time." She winked at the vice president, which caused her to turn beet red, especially when remembering the diversion at the pool to sway Katsuki away from Deku.

"So why isn't there a floor named after you at the school again?" Tenya asked, taking off his glasses when turning his head to Momo.

"Trust me that Mom tried," said Momo, blushing as she looked away from the engine teen. "Nezu thought it wouldn't be fair to the others who have come there on merit in lieu of recommendations."

"You can have UA. In fact, why not start a satellite campus." It was Tetsutetsu who said that while sitting beside Itsuka. "Moes, tell me that you have bungee jumping."

"One that hits the water and the other that hits the air cushions," replied Momo.

"Oh my God!" The steel teen reeled in excitement. "Thank you, Bakugo!" He proceeded to howl.

A few rows in front of them, the messy spiky-haired blond was snorting and gnashing teeth as he was forced to sit with Eijiro, his cousin Ann, and Aizawa-sensei. Aizawa-sensei sat behind them with the Pro Hero Ms. Joke with their surrogate daughter Eri sitting on her lap. Katsuki had a window seat and Ann sat beside her cousin whereas Eijiro sat across the aisle beside Ann.

"Kiss the wrinkles of my tight yellow ass, you shitty fucking extra!" Katsuki thought as he crossed his arms and stared at the establishment that he was forced to call home for the time being. Ignoring the steel teen and the incel's previous comments, his thoughts were on the shitty nerd that thought he was too good enough to take the bus. "How dare he challenge me?! He'll definitely regret it!" The bastard had a few hours to keep or so. Retribution and vindication were on the horizon when they got to camp. He was going to blow Deku to the moon and back.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Ann, I have a girlfriend." Eijiro stated as he was on his phone reading fanfiction. "Although I am a respecter of love to all kinds but I am not that way."

"Ever thought of trying it?" Ann questioned while holding a Gravitation manga in her hand. "I wouldn't mind being a helping hand since I am such a devoted fujoshi bitch."

A sweatdrop appeared on the rock teen's forehead. "I don't think that is something you should tell a person that you have only known for a few hours." "And you're actually proud to call yourself a bitch?"

"A stranger is just a friend you have yet to know," replied Ann as she leaned over the aisle to Eijiro. "It doesn't have to be direct contact. Just one measly encounter with little bro, I promise. It doesn't count if you stick it in. Or maybe just the tip."

"Sorry, Takamaki-san. I'll pass," replied Eijiro.

"You can call me Ann, sweetie," responded Ann while grabbing his shoulder. "Would it be less gay if I join in? I can dress otouto up. You can close your eyes and pretend he is a chick. I saved several tabs of Astolfo and 2B cross-plays on Pinterest…"

Meanwhile, Emi stared awkwardly at the girl who was a loaner from Shujin Academy. Being nosy, she looked into her profile. Judging by her records, her behavior at school didn't match her current behavior at this time. Unless she was struck in the head or has a multi-personality disorder, the blonde was acting aberrantly out of character.

Shouta who was nodding off in his sleeping bag was being prodded by his girlfriend. "Shouta. Shouta, honey." Eri had since crawled into the sleeping bag to join her surrogate father. "Shouta! Shouta!"

The black-haired Pro Hero was snoring as that one bubble was coming from his nose. Eri clung to him like a spider monkey on a tree.

"Shouta!" Emi pressed her lips against his ear. "SHOUTA!"

The Eraser hero jerked his head and yelped when he felt something unfamiliar on his chest. He made a loud sound that alerted the others around him. A few moments later, the bus driver slammed the brakes.

"You, kid. Shut down and shut the hell up!" The bus driver who was messy, homely, and unkempt with a bird on her head said, looking over at Minoru.

"Me?" Minoru retorted.

"Be quiet and shut the hell up!"

"I didn't do anything, Ms. Crabtree," cried Minoru.

"Be quiet, sit down, and shut the hell up or else I will throw you out and the big, scary Nomu is gonna eat you!"

Minoru stamped his foot. "Oh, bite me, you ugly fat bitch."

"What did you say?!" The bus driver shouted to the grapehead teen.

He swallowed a lump in his throat. "I said, oh crikey. I want another song with Adele and Taylor Swift."

The bus driver's demeanor changed as her face flattened. "Oh! Me too." She put the bus back in drive and proceeded to move forward.

Shouta lowered the sleeping bag. He touched Eri's face when realizing it was her. However, the tiny unicorn remained asleep. Adjusting his binders, he turned to look at the one who disrupted his sleep. "Yes, dear?"

Emi decided not to talk to Shouta about Ann's infatuation with shounen-ai and instead went back to the matter at hand. "Let's talk strategy."

"Emi, we went over this outside before we left, when we stopped for lunch, and in the restroom stall at the rest stop, I am making this about you and the girl," responded Shouta as he crossed his fingers. "Scout's honor."

"Contrary to my hero moniker," retorted Emi. "It is not a joke when I say I don't trust those skanks you work with, particularly Vain's Summit and Vicky Don't-Tell-Nobody."

The man stared at the greenette, not once changing his expression. "I am going to be so occupied watching these kids that by the time I shut my eyes, it would be time to start training them again."

"I mean it, dear. I don't trust those whores," replied Emi with her arms crossed. "Like a fine-tooth comb, I will be through the nook and cranny of you. Even the hairs on your ass."

Shouta looked alarmed, especially since it was odd to hear her curse in front of Eri, which thankfully she was sleeping. "Did you think I planned the summer for us to be here? Not my fault that these kids can't go at least a week without raising hell. It is like they enjoy bringing the sadism out of me."

"Just saying. Keep the headaches away from your sight or else I will have a 'headache'," she replied. "And those wet dreams you have will be the closest thing to sex until Christ comes back."

There was no point debating Emi. She made it up in her mind that Nemuri and Yuu were going to be problems. She was right but he wasn't going to let her know that. Either way, she wouldn't have anything to worry about — it wouldn't be him they were looking for but the boy.

Later that day….

Hitoshi passed through the gates that welcomed them to the Yaoyorozu family estate. Despite the updated renovations, the signs that once were the camps of Rolling Hills and Camp Buddy remained. Etched with red paint, the 'x' signified that their days of glory were over.

"Uh oh!" Hitoshi softly said when she saw the two shuttle buses parked in the circular driveway. She did her best not to look at Deku's not-so-surprised expression. She guessed that his time talking with Marui deviated from their plans of getting there promptly.

"You know car trouble or missing our exit won't suffice." Izuku responded, not holding his breath. The folly of being too trusting and too inquisitive with the stranger in the diner. He couldn't help it as the woman piqued his interest. It was something about her that he couldn't shake away.

"Nighteye's funeral has long passed, so we can't use that excuse." Shinsou said, nervously chuckling. A bit inappropriate to reference the late Pro Hero but it was part of her macabre nature. "What about Twice?"

As she drove forward, she noticed the group of 1-A, 1-B, and the Support Department gathering around the bus. Judging by their appearance, they just got there.

The onlookers saw Hitoshi's Mikoto Urabe pass them before parking in front of the bus.

"Alright, kid. Here we be," said Hitoshi as she put the car in park.

Izuku nodded a sign of thanks as he grabbed his backpack. "Please pray for me!"

"You're good, Deku." She said, giving him a peace sign. She popped the trunk so he could get his suitcase. "I'll text you directions to my cabin. When you're loose from the old man, call me and we can discuss the next steps of instructions."

"Got it…and thanks."

Hitoshi reached over and pecked Izuku on the lips. The teen immediately blushed. Although common, he still wasn't used to it. "For good luck."

Red as a cherry tomato, he got out of the car and went to the trunk to retrieve his suitcase. After closing the trunk, she revved the engine and skirted off into the distance, leaving Deku behind in a cloud of dust….

"Well, well, well. Look who wanted to show up when he felt like it."

…And back to Aizawa-sensei.

Izuku nervously smiled when turning around to face the pale-skinned teacher. Sporting an apple and his trademark sleeping bag, his tired eyes gave the emerald-haired teen a strong glare. "Umm…." He bowed. "A-a-a-afternoon, s-s-sensei!"

Aizawa-sensei continued staring at him. He came out of the sleeping bag, causing it to fall to the ground. Nicotine patches were seen on each arm and his face showed that there were plenty of places he would rather be than here.

"Time was presented." He said to him with a lazy expression. "And you still manage to be late." He peered over the teen. "Were you like this when Bakugo was on your rear end like a mosquito?"

"N-n-no, s-s-sir." Izuku responded, fumbling at the mouth.

"Time is precious, but time is limited." Aizawa-sensei carried the same expression as he picked up the sleeping bag. "But we will talk about this later." He put his fingers together to make whistling noises. Members of the Support Department came to his aid. Izuku was surprised to see that Mei was joining them.

"Aizawa-sensei!" Mei said as she bowed to the Eraser hero. "Oh, hey Deku!"

Izuku turned beet red as he waved to the steampunk teen lead of the Support Department.

"Put this in my cabin." He reached into his pocket and handed the keys to Mei. "Let me find out that there is a tear and I will light you all up like a Christmas tree."

"Yes, sensei." Mei responded as she adjusted her goggles. "Later, Deku!"

The emerald-haired teen waved as she and the members of the Support Department headed to Aizawa-sensei's cabin.

"Ok, class. Please gather around." Aizawa-sensei said with a blank expression. The students stopped talking and gathered where their teacher was located.

Izuku was met with Shouto and Tenya. Shouto patted him on his back while Tenya did a friendly nod. The 1-A and 1-B class circled themselves around their sensei as he prepared to make an announcement.

"Ok, I am going to say this once. You know how I feel about repeating myself." He cleared his throat. "For those who have forgotten and/or lost some sense in the last week, I am Shouta Aizawa, the homeroom teacher for class 1-A. I am also in charge of this camp.

"How long you are here, it is up to you. I didn't think I would be spending my summer with you all. Apparently, you guys missed me so much that you did what you had to do to bring me back. Well, thank you very much!"

The students shuddered as they felt the sarcasm in his voice.

"Drop your stuff off in the auditorium next to the main house." Aizawa-sensei looked at his watch. "After that, meet me in the gymnasium adjacent to the auditorium. I feel like a refresher course is in order."

"A refresher course?" Tenya asked, raising his eyebrow.

Aizawa-sensei frowned, crushing the apple in his hand. "To be the class president and in the top five of the class, apparently you lack comprehension. Do you lack balls like your brother as well?"

The engine teen nearly lost his breath when his homeroom teacher brought up his older brother, Tensei.

He dropped the crushed apple to the ground. "Since I am in a peachy mood, you guys have ten minutes. Take a bathroom break. No need for you all to piss yourselves on what I plan to do with you." He clapped his hands. "Dismiss!"

Present Mic appeared out of nowhere. "Okay, ladies and gentlemen. Let's step to it!"

One by one, the students left Aizawa-sensei as they headed to the auditorium.

Grabbing his suitcase and securing his backpack, Izuku followed his classmates to the auditorium.

"Oi, Izuku!" The teen was met with Shouto, Tenya, and Fumikage while they were walking.

"A fashion debut that made headlines, in the bask of beautiful women," said Fumikage. "A mad banquet of darkness, my lovely friend."

"Don't forget he had a private escort to take him here," Shouto added, winking at the teen.

"Fate can be quite a mystery sometimes." Tenya said. "Many are called, but a few are chosen."

Izuku was going to pretend that he wasn't moved by this. Recalling what Hitoshi told him earlier, he decided to keep it cool and try not to worry. "It is what it is, I guess. Maybe it is true that it is fate."

"Oi! You four!" They turned around and saw Momo jogging at them smiling. It wasn't long when the girls started to catch up.

Opting not to entertain these questions, he started jogging.

"Hey, man. Where are you going?" Shouto asked.

"Like what our teacher said, 'time is limited.' We'll talk later." Izuku apologetically bowed and darted a bit further to get to the auditorium.

…!

Izuku lost his footing and fell face forward. He tried catching his grip but instead he landed in front of the trash can. He hit chin at the top of the can before sliding down it face first.

"Oops…my bad. I didn't see you."

Izuku looked at the shoes and then trailed to the source — Katsuki Bakugo.

Katsuki smiled like a psycho. He continuously shook his head and feverishly rubbed his hands. Seeing that made Izuku frightened. Amazing how one was quick to forget that the very boy who started this was now in the vicinity.

And there was nowhere he could go to avoid him.

"God, this is great," replied Katsuki, rocking his fists. "That right there was only a warm up." The teen smirked. "We're just started, you shitty nerd. Your fat ass mother isn't here to save you and neither are those skanks that are cuckolding you."

"Bakugo, Midoriya! What's going on?"

It was Aizawa-sensei that approached the two.

"Stop wasting time," he barked at them. "Lest we not forget why we are here in the first place."

Katsuki cupped his chin before bowing to apologize. "Sorry, Sensei. Deku here lost his footing and I was trying to help him up."

The Eraser hero rolled his eyes. "Auditorium, now!" He then proceeded to walk on.

Izuku was on his knees as he took a few steps back away from Katsuki. The spiky-haired blond sniggered. "You shitted me out of my summer. Now, I am going to come all over yours." He spat on the ground before leaving his sight.

Moments later, his classmates ran to Izuku's aid.

"Dude, you okay?" Momo asked as she tried to get him up.

"Don't fret about Bakugo. He is always a butt." The invisible moe said as she grabbed her handkerchief, handing it to Izuku.

"The jealous ones are always the envious," said Kyouka.

Tenya reached into his backpack and handed him a bottle of water. "Brush it off, man. You know how he is. It's nothing new."

Izuku didn't respond, just uncapped the bottle and took a few gulps of the water. "Thanks."

Fumikage and Shouto help Izuku stand up. Using Tooru's handkerchief, he wiped up any dust or debris from the ground.

"C'mon, we're gonna be late," said Shouto as he nudged him to follow them to their destination.

Izuku was grateful to be back in the company of friends. However, it still didn't solve the dilemma he was currently having. At a crossroads of being assertive or remaining timid, he didn't know what he should do. Recalling what Hitoshi told him and what Marui said to him at the diner was really contesting his feelings.

Nevertheless, he would have to keep them inside for now. Only the Lord knew what bag of tricks would come from their homeroom teacher.

Back to the present…with Yang and Izuku….

Yang reached into his undershirt and went for his nipples. She gingerly rubbed and kneaded them like bread. Izuku tried to be as reluctant as possible. "C'mon, Izuku. Must resist. Be a man, dude." Trapped in the midst of confusion of being assertive or timid, his body resorted to a natural state as his cock was reluctantly growing in his boxers.

The blonde moistened his undershirt with her mouth. He felt her sticky tongue trailing from his navel to his chest. She trailed his nipples in circular strokes, nipping the areola and causing his toes to curl.

"Someone's mother has been buying his shampoo," she said in-between breaks as she bit into his chest. "Can't waste any drops now, can we?"

As she interchangeably licked his nipples, moans were escaping his lips. It didn't help that his cock began to bulge out of his boxers.

"Good to know that your little Deku is honest." She said as she blew onto his chest. He cringed when feeling the cooling sensation where she licked. "If only his father was more honest."

"..." Words couldn't come out. The surprised encounter by the blonde plus the fear of being heard by the others. Just because it was curfew didn't exactly mean that everyone went to bed. Then, the sudden elephant in the room — where were the others?

Before he could ponder on that question, he could feel her hand trailing down to his boxers.

She chuckled teasingly as she lowered her head down where his cock resided. Her goldilock-like hair covered his groin. "So this is the massive cock that Blake and Neon had the blessing to receive." She withdrew her tongue and gently licked his head. "My little friend!"

Opening her mouth, she wrapped her lips around it tightly focusing her tongue on the first inch of his cock where it is most sensitive.

"Mmm!" The emerald-haired teen moaned.

"Oh, dear," said Yang in a surprising manner. "Did the bunny rabbit let out a lovely sound." She then grabbed his legs and wrapped them tightly, giving him no means to maneuver, move, or escape. "Let's give you more reason to sing a lovely note to me, I-zu-ku!"

He heard that the ditzy flirt was sudden, but not this sudden. Without another word she plunged the tip of his cock to the back of her throat and squeezed his cock inside her mouth, her teeth pushing against his shaft.

"Let me know when you are about to cum," she told him as she continued sucking. The more she licked, the more he bucked his hips.

She kept her grips as he was moaning and screaming in pleasure. The slurping sounds made him want to cry in pleasure. Yang could tell that he was getting close and she determined it by pressing her hand against his balls.

"Yang! Yang! Please, please! I am coming," he screamed. "I am coming."

His spunk sprayed into the blonde's mouth, some of his milk splashed onto the covers and on her body. He trembled and ebbed until it subsided. Yang didn't decline the juices that entered her mouth.

She swallowed the contents and wiped her face with her arm. Droplets of his sperm were on her luscious breasts.

"Oum, was this worth the wait," she said as she continued licking remnants of his cum from her fingers. "Oh, sweetness. You were such a jawbreaker to my mouth. Only Oum knows what will happen when you stab my pussy."

…!

She straddled his lap with his cock hard pressed against her curvy ass cheeks. Yang was going to have a fill of her cinnamon roll. She was wet and the dampness over his cock proved true. She licked her lips and tugged at her breast before careening her cavern over Izuku's cock.

"Who is better? Me, Blake, or Neon." She snickered. "Don't answer that. Mama Yang is going to make sure you will never forget me, I-zu-ku."

To be continued….

BD: Whoa! Izuku has a lot to deal with at this particular juncture. Trying to assert himself with girls and Katsuki, learning what it means to be a hero, and accepting his fate as a harem lord. Continue to root for him as he continues to find himself.

Now, Melissa drags poor Ruby and Hitoshi into her mess. And it is with Cardin and Saiko of all people. What cruel fate is in store for you, my wayward daughter?

Sorry, guys, the RWBY girls didn't have much of an appearance in this chapter. I wanted to focus more on Izuku and building the suspense between Melissa, Cardin, and Saiko. My plan in the next chapter to involve them as well as Goodwitch and the members of the Selective Re-Modification Program's shenanigans.

Typical Katsuki, per usual. I hope Izuku learns to stand up for himself with him. But all in time.

Anyway, hope you guys enjoy the series. Stay tuned for more as I dive deeper into this. May God bless you and strive and prosper. As always, team Greenshade!