Izuku wrinkled his nose at the stench that wafted up at him from Raven's home. He could only describe it as a combination of semen, stale coffee, and stale ale. The emerald-haired teen literally wanted to gag and take his chance of buying another limited edition of Assassination Classroom. Then the thought of the money he spent on buying such an item. As he could hardly stomach the brunette foreigner's home, could he muster spending another week as Katsuki's servant?

He grimaced when the blond sent him a text of his maid uniform fresh out of the cleaners.

"Pardon the mess," said Raven as she still had her grip on his shoulders. "You can say that I am still adjusting to single life and living alone once more." Izuku gave himself the sign of the cross. He couldn't imagine any man who dared partook the valley of death and lived to tell the tale.

Scattered and opened boxes littered the hallway. He was barely a few feet into the home before he stumbled over a misplaced shoe. "Sorry about that, kiddo," said the snickering Raven. "Still getting adjusted to you guys' customs."

Izuku didn't speak. More so he didn't want to inhale the faded scent of seminal fluids and distilled spirits. As he and Raven left the hallway, they entered the living room.

"Holy Esdeath!" Izuku covered his mouth. It was a jungle of dirty clothes and uneaten food, homework and textbooks. Raven slapped his back. "Hey, kid! Don't give me that look! So, I got to do a little touch up."

"You call that little?" Izuku questioned her, arching an eyebrow.

Raven gripped his shoulder tighter. "Are you here to help or to criticize?" She pushed him forward into the room. "I get enough from my daughter and the brat doesn't do anything to help. Talking about how she has to go to college. Last time I checked, colleges don't bring home checks."

"Touching." He replied using a flat voice.

"Go and have a seat on the couch, you bloody brat!" Izuku began to wade through the mess. Empty cereal boxes littered the floor. Occasional pillows surfaced from the sea of dirt, thrown from the couch in the far corner of the room, where broken lamps lived in abundance.

Izuku was fortunate that tomorrow was laundry day as he delicately sat on the couch. Bits of potato chips, fragments of fraying string, particles of beef jerky, and tiny white blotches that he hoped to God was dried yogurt were on the couch. He didn't want to sit back. He kept himself at the edge of the couch.

The red-eyed brunette belched loudly as she popped another can of beer. "Can I offer you anything to drink, Zucchini? Soda or bottled water?" He could sense her sarcasm. No woman of that caliber would centered her hands like a subtle host. However, with him being in her nest, he needed to stay on his guard.

"I think I'll pass, Raven," replied Izuku cautiously. "Thanks anyway," he added for good measure.

She sighed heavily as she ingested her umpteenth brew of the day. After ingesting the beverage, she tossed it to the floor. "Cool! 'Cause I ain't fucking got none. I was thinking you could go to the store and get me some since you want to be neighborly and shit."

"And what makes you think I have money?" Izuku questioned defensively. He decided to move when he felt something sticky and greasy on the armrest.

"With a mother like that, I know you two welfare recipients ain't missing a meal." Raven drained the remaining can of beer. She made a loud belch and tossed the empty can to accompany the mess.

"I am getting sick of you talking about my mother," exclaimed Izuku. "Sorry if your father left to buy smokes and never returned doesn't mean you can freely talk trash about my mother." He spat on the ground. "Damn foreigner bitch!" It wasn't like him to use vulgarity, especially toward women, but her episodicness of using quips toward his mother was becoming too unbearable.

Raven kept a calm composure. She positioned herself in front of Izuku. "Listen, kid. Look at me right in my eyes." Izuku couldn't tell the severity of this and followed suit. "Good!" She then raised her fist. "And look at this left. This is my house and I can and say whatever I wanna say. Capiche?"

"And if I say no?"

"And if I say no?" She said mockingly. She was tickled by his rebuttal. "It's a wonder how you can acquaint yourself with people around this apartment block. Especially a certain blond neighbor who tells me that you enjoy the wonderful world of cosplaying." She grabbed her cell phone from her pocket and clicked the gallery app to show Izuku the image in question.

"Or should I say cross-playing!"

Izuku saw the picture and immediately began to sweat.

"Recognize those pairs of panties?" She said amusingly.

It was an image of Izuku crossdressing as a maid. The image showed him cleaning under Katsuki's bed, which also included Katsuki raising the dress to show he was wearing panties underneath.

"A sixteen year old boy would do anything for some beer and a feel-up on some breasts," she said smirkingly.

"H-ho-how did y-y-you?" He stammered, still in disbelief at what Katsuki had done.

"Some friend. Really, some friend. Apparently, this isn't the only thing he has you in." Raven clicked on some images of Izuku in compromising positions. "NieR: Automata as 2B, Astolfo from Fate/Grand Order…tell me, Zucchini. Are you and this Kacchan…"

"You have a friend that bullies you to kingdom come." Izuku retorted. "Even if I tell my mom or Auntie, they wouldn't believe me."

Raven scratched under her chin. "Hmm…probably not. I bet if this gets out, Aldera would the last thing you should have done."

The emerald-haired teen covered his mouth. "Kacchan, you selling-out bastard!"

"I don't know how things work out here in the land of perverts, but I know in Remnant." She clicked her tongue as she shook her head. "So…any questions, comments, dissenting opinions?"

"No, ma'am."

"No…what?"

Izuku sighed heavily, forcing himself to comply. "No, Raven-sama!"

"Good!" The red-eyed brunette nodded self-approvingly. "Alright, Zucchini! So, to prevent this from being released, I think it is best to do what is asked of me."

He didn't have much of a choice…in decisions or friend-making. "Fine!"

"Sweet." She smiled as she returned to the table. "I got your tools in the kitchen. Make haste. I got a date with a man that wants me to polish his sword tonight."

"Gross. I should have let mom burn that book," he murmured as he headed for the kitchen. "Rather that than my eyes."

The mother of Yang kept her eyes shut as she smiled. Her fists were wrapped. "What was that again, you little twerp?"

Nervously, he replied. "Nothing! Nothing!"

"Good," she said.

His obscene neighbor hit him anyway. "Ouch!"

Sometime later….

"So, that is what she meant by 'sticky messes….'" Raven gave him a toothbrush to use to scrub under the kitchen cabinet. Gunk and build-up clogged the kitchen sink and apparently the previous tenants failed to do anything about it.

According to Auntie Raven, the trio left in a hurry. She wasn't particularly sure of the circumstances but it involved the two girls running away from their former jilted lover as he possessed a crossbow and a blowtorch.

"And she pays less due to that?! Man, aren't we being screwed." Izuku thought while painstakingly cleaning the unknown milky material from the u-trap. He just hoped to God that it was crusted mashed potatoes or the fluoride from them using toothpaste.

"You're doing great, kid." He heard Raven commenting as she sat a few feet at the kitchen table. Now wearing a white sweatsuit, she resumed her daily regimen of "liquid bread" and chopping "spinach" via rolling papers. "Doesn't it feel good to be useful for a change?"

"I will dignify myself by not responding negatively. Just doing this for my mother."

"You mean, Porky?" She belched loudly. "The gal couldn't fit in there even if there was cake."

He paused. "Listen, lady. I'm not gonna spend here parading your thoughts about my mother." "Even though the last several quips were funny…the jokes itself but not my mother."

"And you listen, Mako! Just because you've been cucked doesn't mean you have to be a pussy."

"How many times do I have to tell you? I am not our former neighbors."

"You certainly bitch like him. He still calls and asks if I see his former lovers." She stamped her feet. "And also, it is Raven-sama or unless you are desiring your otokonoko debut with all of UA. With that ass of yours, you can make a fine dutch wife."

He decided to refrain from how and why he had his former neighbor's number, concluding that was her modus operandi for being an instigator. Also, with the dirt she had on him, he had to comply.

"It wasn't like I enjoyed wearing outfits. The results of being a weak, beta shounen!"

Thankfully, this mask kept him from showing his true emotions. Also, judging by the strong, yet familiar odor of this mask…bless the man to have indulged at her bittersweet center.

Once seeing that the sticky traps had been cleaned out, he came from under the cabinet. "Okay, Raven-sama. Finished!" He watched as she walked toward him. Pushing him aside, she inspected the cabinet, giving him an approving nod.

"Ok, kid! Well done!" She said to him, showing a smile on her face.

"Good!" He responded, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. "Did you really have to use Yang onee-san's toothbrush for this?"

Raven clicked her tongue, snatching away the toothbrush from him. "She doesn't contribute or put in for rent." She walked away as she returned back to her post. "She doesn't follow directions, smokes my stash, brings home strange bedfellows without my permission nor getting dibs." She grabbed a sheet of rolling paper followed by grabbing a bag of rapier-laced marijuana. "And besides, she was supposed to go to the store and buy bathroom supplies a few days ago." She slapped her thigh. "So, right there, kid, is her contribution."

"You're certainly mother of the year." He said to himself, arching an eyebrow.

"What was that?"

His auntie kept her eyes shut as she smiled. Her fists were wrapped. "What was that again, Astolfo 2B?"

Nervously, he replied. "Nothing! Nothing!"

"Good," she said.

Raven hit him again. "Ouch!"

"That pomeranian boy was right about you," she commented as she cracked her knuckles. "I am sensing you have a thing for masochism."

About thirty minutes later….

After unclogging the gunk from Raven's sink, Izuku used cleaning solutions to clear the drain. He even took time to wash the dishes and take out the trash. A tiny step in the hell that was her house. It amazed the teen that he didn't see roaches gathering around the stove trying to get warm and sing ballads.

"These are going to the furnace." He was thankful that these weren't his good clothes. There wasn't any detergent or biohazard bag in the world that could cast off the stench and stains of his clothing.

Taking off his gloves and wiping the sweat off his brow, at least there was a pathway made for Auntie Raven to enter her kitchen.

"Wow, kid." The red-eyed mother whistled. "I need to start blackmailing kids like you often."

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" He responded sarcastically.

Grabbing a can from the six-pack of beer she purchased while Izuku was cleaning, she took a sip as if it was the water of the gods. "The nectar of life. Gets me jittery and my pussy wet."

A sweatdrop appeared from his forehead — more information than he needed to hear. "Is there anything you want to do, Raven-sama?"

She belched loudly. "Nah! Your job is finished."

"Great." A bolt from the blue. Freedom was steps away. He delivered her an obligatory bow as he made his way out of the kitchen.

"Care for a beer on the road."

"Nah," he responded. "Don't want to drink and trip onto something."

"Relax," she responded as she went to the table and grabbed a can. "Come and take a load off."

"Don't you have company?"

She blew a raspberry. "Oh yeah." She hit her head with her fist. "It failed through. Apparently, he fled when he found out I have a daughter. Just like a n—"

"Thanks anyway but I should be going," he retorted.

Firstly, he didn't want to be there a minute longer. Granted the atmosphere has significantly changed since the scent of pine-scented freshener and lemon-scented solvents diminished some of the horrid scent, it didn't mean they were on better terms. After all, this was a forced favor from his mother. Secondly, why stay when they weren't friends. She berated him, picked on his mother, and blackmailed him. And most importantly, he was missing out on Rocko's Modern Life marathon. He hoped that his mother had set his DVR.

He bowed again and headed for the door. As he tried to leave, she blocked his exit.

"Hey, kid. I'm trying to be neighborly," she said, crossing her arms. "I may not be exactly mother-of-the-year but one should be thankful I am offering you a drink as a good gesture." She raised her eyebrow. "Most kids would get excited to have a drink with a cute and older gal like myself."

"What makes you think I am one of those kids?"

"Please," she said as she scoffed. "I am a Japanese boy's wet dream. I am sexy, older, and single." She placed her hands on her hips. "Surprised you weren't tempted to sneak a peek or take my offer." Her facial expression changed. "Unless you and that Katsuki dude are…."

The emerald-haired teen cut her off. "No! Hell no! For the record, I don't swing like that. Not saying there is nothing wrong with it or anything for love is love. However, if I wanted to be with a guy, I would pick better options than him out of all people.

"Do you in the least have some sense that it is off that you're offering a drink to minors? Yes, I will admit that there is charm in your appearance but not every Japanese boy uses their dick as a brain."

Raven was astounded by his response. That alone caught her off guard.

She leaned against the wall, inciting a pregnant silence. She stared at the boy momentarily. She was impressed by his response. Maybe he was right. He was the typical boy. However, she wasn't the typical girl. The boy had moxy and was spunky.

And she couldn't have that kind of boy in her corner, could she?

"Let's be frank here," she said as she shoved the can to him. "I am not asking you. I'm telling you. Don't be a smartass." She grabbed the can and cracked it open. "I got dirt on you and you aren't exactly off the hook. Your mother wants you to be neighborly and I am sure as hell taking advantage of it.

Oh, don't forget I can introduce your debut as a dutch wife, Zucchini. So, if you want to challenge me, have at it. But let's be honest, you wouldn't dare commit social suicide, would you?"

The emerald-haired boy cursed under his breath. "What in the hell do you want from me?"

"To do as I say," she responded. "Kids like you better respect their aunties and if I say come sit and have a beer, you better do it, damn it!"

She moved out of the way and pushed him out of the kitchen. "Let's go to the living room and relax. Nothing wrong with just one beer. Somewhere in that vagina of yours should be some hair, right?"

"You aren't a least bit concerned that there is a hell?"

"Not sure. Care to find out first?"

The teen frowned, cursing under his breath once again as his day has been extended with Auntie Raven.

To be continued….

Izuku snapped his eyes open.

Upon his awakening, he, unfortunately, suffered a tremendous headache. As if he was the anvil, the hammer throbbed on his head very profusely. It made him feel nauseated, and regrettably wished that he was still asleep. He coaxed himself into opening his eyes again. He slowly lifted his eyelids, one at a time.

Once they were open, his first thought was on his surroundings. He was lying on a bed. Strange for him to be sleeping there, he thought. The room was dark, only emitting a small faint of light from the outside. He couldn't see himself, but he had to know his whereabouts.

As he tried to move, he was feeling heavy. Everything was in a daze. Then, his eyes darted in front of him. It was the sound of smacking noises.

He saw a brunette bobbing up and down. He felt a tingling feeling. As he continued to decipher, he realized that it was his dick. And the woman that was bobbing up and down was nothing more than Auntie Raven.

"Auntie Raven?!"

"Dude, is this what you've been hiding?" She said, as she continued to wrap her lips tightly around his cock. She wasn't wearing any clothing. She was naked. Her eyes looked too focused as she continued sucking on his dick.

"How did we? What did we do?" He pondered before feeling a surge of energy emitting out of him. He jerked as he ejaculated inside of the woman's mouth. The sensation felt so good as he continued coating Raven's mouth.

The friction sent him into pleasure overload, which incited a moan.

Hearing that made Raven look up, staring at the startled Izuku.

"Oh, good. You're awake. Now I feel less guilty for doing this."

"Doing what?"

"Having my way with you, duh?" She chuckled as she grabbed his cock, forcing it to get hard again. "Damn, to think you might be useful for something." She licked her lips. "This is gonna be so much fun."

To be continued…for real this time….