Another chapter of Izuku's Sisters. As a reminder, this is an alternative universe. Which means that quirks and/or canons of character may or may not reflect their trueselves. Enjoy!

"Izuku, Izuku," someone was calling his name. The muffled voice seemed to reach him from the depths of a cave. It finally dawned on Izuku that he was hearing his own name. "Izuku, are you okay? Are you fine?" The voice sounded closer now.

Izuku shifted his head to the source of that voice. Her eyes fixated upon his as they were noses apart from each other. She was wearing a heavily bleached black Misfits t-shirt and khaki shorts. Her white hair covered her right eye. She was in a kneeling position.

He knew that the girl in front of him was Reiko Yanagi. He was also aware that he was at the neighborhood arcade. He wasn't even sure how he ended up sitting on the benches. His mind was very much consumed by the actions that have occurred over the past twenty-four hours.

"Yeah, okay. Sure." Izuku's throat was dry. He reached for bottled soda beside him and drank half its contents, carefully trying not to spell any. After a momentary rest to catch his breath, he drank the remainder. Meanwhile, Reiko took a seat beside him as Izuku regained his composure. She saw the magazine beside him. She produced a sound.

"I didn't know you were a fan of Soundgarden," she told Izuku.

"Soundgarden," he questioned. "I am quite confused."

"Your sweatshirt," she said. "Soundgarden is on it. You are wearing it."

Izuku mentally facepalmed his forehead for he forgot he was wearing Ochako's shirt. Earlier this morning after spending the night, Ochako was wearing Izuku's shirt to cover her nakedness. Refusing to take it off, she gave him one of her father's old and worn shirts. Izuku's mind was blank. He felt programmed like a robot. He didn't stay for breakfast knowing her parents could arrive at any time. He gave her the obligatory kiss. She mentioned calling him at some point. She had mentioned the time, but he didn't remember. Her glaring eyes watched Izuku from the time he left her home till the end of the block.

The emerald haired child didn't want to go home yet. No way could he could get himself out of the excuses of the hickeys on his neck, arms, and back. He pondered if he should go to the nearest beauty supply store to invest in makeup. What deterred him was seeing Katsuki, Shouto, and Tenya perusing the streets. The arcade happened to be on that particular block. He ducked inside of the establishment, hoping that neither of them would enter.

Fortunately, they didn't. Be as it may, he didn't want to take his chances.

Izuku played a few games and sat at the snack bar. He wasn't hungry. Guilt was on his mind.

"Sorry, Ochako. I like you. You are a good friend. But I don't have sex with my friends."

"Yet, you did it with Himiko! You did it with Himiko. Why not with me?"

"Ochako, where is this coming from?"

"Is something wrong with me?"

"No."

"Am I not cute?"

"No, you are beautiful."

"Yet, you can sleep with her."

"Ochako, I was drunk. I had no recollection of what I was doing."

"Then why not me?"

"Ochako, you are my friend. I care about you too much."

He tried processing his thoughts on the situation with both girls. On Friday, he had drunken sex with Himiko. The following day, he had sex with Ochako. As a teenager, this should have been the best weekend of his life. It was an anomaly to sleep with one girl in a typical Japanese boy high school career, but he had slept with two within 24 hours.

It's another phenomenon that he had slept with virgins as well.

That wasn't Izuku. That wasn't his nature to tally his endeavors with women. Himiko was a drunken accident and Ochako was out of pity. It wasn't the right word of choice, but the most suitable for the time being. Most of all, he has broken his own creed. How could he look at Ochako when they meet again? What was going on in her mind? Will this change their friendship?

Once he was able to clear his head, he would talk one-on-one with the girls.

The events were returning to Izuku as Reiko sat patiently beside him. She swayed her hair, exposing her covered eye. "Seems like you are out of it. Your eyes are baggy and puffy. Your face is pale. It seems like you aren't the only one seeing zombies or ghost."

"I think it's called lack of sleep," he interjected. He yawned as it was true. Ochako kept him awake till daybreak. He barely got an hour or two of sleep. She didn't want that night to end. She used her night to the fullest to make her claim on the emerald haired child. He was worn out. If it wasn't for the hickeys, then he would be home in his own bed.

"What are the red patches on your skin," asked Reiko curiously.

His eyes widened. "Just redness," he answered.

"Were they caused by mosquitoes, ghouls, vampires," she suggested before giving Izuku an alluring look. "Or, a certain member from the League of Villians that performed a physical interrogation."

"What?"

"So it is true."

Izuku was quite surprised, taken aback by Reiko's actions. Issuing quips, smiling and talking. This was certainly out of character for class 1-B's mysterious girl. Seem like he wasn't the only one that consumed Katsuki's spiked punch, he thought. If he remembered correctly, she was also at Yuga's party.

"C'mon, Yanagi, not you too," he said calmly. "The last thing I want to hear is what I have done with Himiko."

The white-haired girl smiled. "Sorry, you are quite the celebrity online on Instagram," she winked. "Over 4500 comments and 20,000 likes."

He raised his eyebrows. "Oh God, I thought I have deleted that video."

"Funny how the internet works," she retorted. "Or you might need to pick better friends."

He gnashed his teeth. "I am going to kick the living hell out of Kacchan." He leaned on the wall. He crossed his legs as he digested what Reiko had said to him. He sighed heavily before turning to Reiko. "What's your reason for being here? And I hope it wasn't just for that."

Reiko shook her head. "I just actually left my grandmother's shop. She wanted help with inventory this morning." She swayed her bangs. "I happened to see your ducking into the arcade when I saw your friends coming in your direction." She let out a slight smile. "I thought you were hiding from them."

"In a way, I was," Izuku confessed to her.

"Because of Himiko?"

"That secret has been out already," he said. "My hickeys as you pinpointed it out."

Reiko observed the red spots. She hummed quietly before returning to her post. "I was messing with you. Sorry!" She hummed again. "From one's perspective, that could look like rashes. Afraid what your mother might say. Or friends?"

"Until this Himiko thing dies down, they are going to talk. As for my mother, it is more of that."

"I see," she told him. "Listen, my apartment isn't that far away from here. If you want, you can come by and I can find some ointment."

"I think I need some makeup for the time being," he said.

"Let's see what ointment can do. It might reduce the swelling."

"I don't want to trouble you, Reiko."

"You won't, Izuku. Plus, I see the friends you tried avoiding coming right this away," she said pointing to their direction.

Izuku gasped when seeing the trio entering the arcade. He turned to Reiko. "Relax, my cousin runs this place. He has a back entrance in his office."

Izuku and Reiko rode the train to head to her apartment. Izuku sat quietly whereas Reiko was reading a book. Honestly, Izuku never really had much interaction with her unless through passing at school or participating tournaments.

"Yuga's party was wild, wasn't it," asked Reiko as she closed her book.

"Really didn't get the chance to experience it," said Izuku. "Thanks to Kacchan's special cocktail."

"Oh, yeah," she said. "Well, it is cool. Fumikage and Kyoka were drunk and made out with each other. Rikido couldn't handle his liquor that Tenya and Shouto had to put him to a room to sober up…"

As she continued to discuss the party, he thought of Himiko. He didn't get a chance to return her call due to Ochako. Then, he thought of Ochako. He leaned his head to the window as the train took them to their destination. At least he wasn't worried about Reiko.

Or at least that was what he had hoped.

Reiko's studio apartment was quite normal. It was simple and modest, no different than any other apartment in the city. It was kept clean. He could even smell a hint of lavender in the air.

Seeing her area was like a wonderland for comic driven recluses. The walls were a deep red that pulsed in the light sprinkled with various posters, mostly of strange Japanese cartoon shows. Her comforter was pulled over her bed, even though she hadn't cleaned it. The result was lumps of varying sizes and shapes and the comforter was weighed down by her laptop. A desk sat in one corner, littered with wadded up pieces of paper and pens. A few shelves were pushed against the walls and filled with books. Some books sat on the floor in front of the shelves.

A contrast to how she portrayed herself at school. In his mind, as well as others, he pictured her room as darkness, death, skulls, and bones.

"Make yourself at home. Pardon the mess," she told Izuku as she dropped her bookbag. He found a spot on the floor to make himself comfortable. She had a kotatsu in front of her bed. He sat on the floor by the end and put his feet inside of the kotatsu.

"Comfy," asked Reiko. "I can set the control of the kotatsu to your comfort."

"Thank you," said Izuku. "That means a lot." She walked to her nightstand where she kept the ointment. "If this doesn't work, then I have makeup in the medicine cabinet." She tossed the bottle to Izuku.

You? Wear makeup?

"I know what you are thinking, Deku. Yes, I wear makeup sometimes," said Reiko. "My mother swears by it." She cracked a smile. "Forgive me, but it can't fix ugly, but at least it covers blemishes and rashes."

"You're a lifesaver. Thank you."

"I am aimed to please," she said. "Listen, would you like something to eat or to drink? I have a wide assortment of tea here. My family is full of tea fanatics. I even have some leftover Chinese food my grandmother made last night."

"Thank you, Reiko," he said as he was applying the ointment. "I can eat."

"Great! Let me cook some up. Umm, the television remote is on the table. Feel free to watch whatever, okay?"

Reiko pulled out the apron from the kitchen drawer to prepare cooking. Meanwhile, Izuku turned on the television. As he was searching for suitable programming, he noticed a picture on the shelf. The person looked like Reiko, but in masculine form.

"I didn't know you have a brother."

"No one really does. He is visiting our parents overseas."

"Ok, cool. I notice in this picture he is carrying camping gear."

"Oh yeah, he is also an explorer so I don't see him much." Reiko closed the refrigerator door as she gathered her ingredients. "He comes home at least once every six months, so you can say this is practically my house."

"What does he explore, may I ask?"

"Caves, cadavers, and most of all, haunted houses."

Izuku frowned internally. I had to ask, didn't I? "Interesting," he said.

"Glad you think so," she said as she poured oil on the skillet. "When telling people on what my brother does, people get strange vibes." She wiped the sweat from her forehead. "I try not to talk about my family much at school. I already get the reputation of being the mysterious weird girl."

"C'mon, Reiko. That isn't all that true."

"It is, Izuku, but I no longer take offense. I can be the most popular girl in school and people are going to find something wrong with me," she said adamantly. "That is how our society works. We thrive on who can do better than the others." She tilted her head. "This is the first in quite a while to talk like this. Forgive me."

Izuku shook his head. "Don't be. In fact, it is quite refreshing." He finished applying the ointment and put it on the kotatsu. "Actually, it is quite refreshing to talk to someone without being bombarded with what happened over the last couple of days."

"Seems like we are doing each other a favor," she said. "Like my brother told me. 'If everyone loves you, then you are doing something wrong.'"

"Good brother you have."

"Thanks. People should try to get a chance to know people with assuming. When you assume, you make an ass out of you and me."

After clearing the tables and cleaning the dishes, they straightened out the dining area. Reiko asked if he wanted to stay and watch television. Since Reiko was being a friendly host and a wonderful cook, he didn't mind. Knowing his mother, Sundays were the day she had gone grocery shopping so he knew she would be busy.

Cowboy Bebop was their drug of choice today. He had a pleasure in watching the joys of space cowboys searching for criminals and getting involved in their misadventures. Izuku also appreciated the diverse cast of characters. He felt involved in the storyline, the plots, and the character development. They were watching the episode when the crew got stranded and were starving. The crew got entangled in ingesting some wild mushrooms.

Izuku let out a strong chuckle. "You see, Reiko, they don't make anime like this anymore."

Reiko concurred by nodding her head. "Remakes, fan services, lovey-dovey romances, none of which interest me."

"Thank you," interjected Izuku. "No one puts dedication in these works. Now, it is all about what you said, fan services and sex."

Reiko brushed through her hair. "I say this. It is not as easy as it makes it seem to find somebody."

"I can say one better. Why do we need to be with someone to show happiness," asked Izuku as he took a drink of his tea. He sighed by its refined taste. "Can we be whole without having someone? Can I be single, enjoy life without worrying about my virginity?" He blushed. "Or lack thereof?"

"Peer pressure and fear of unacceptance," said Reiko. "The fallible life of being Japanese or just being a plain teen in general." Reiko put the show on pause. She turned over and crossed her legs to Izuku. "Answer me this, Izuku. What do you enjoy most about yourself?"

"Well, I never really gave it any thought," he admittedly said.

"Exactly," snapped Reiko. "We do whatever this society tells us to do for it supposed to be for the greater of people. That saying 'if one nail stands out will get hammered down' is complete bullshit." She stood up and sat on her bed. "I think as teens we should have the freedom to explore ourselves and feel what makes us comfortable without the fear of unacceptance That is what I enjoy most about myself. Expressing my oddities of my quirkiness."

He leaned against her bed. "Easier said than done, Reiko. In one night, half, if not all of UA High is aware of my debut. I am now the talk of the school. It won't be long before parents find out."

Reiko lowered her eyebrows. "Yeah, that's true. Then, yet again, why should you give a damn." She returned to his side and grabbed his head. "It's only a big deal if you allow it to be a big deal. If I were you, I would treat this like you ripped your pants or wore your mother's underwear because you were in a hurry to miss the train." She put her fingers to his lip. "Keep that to yourself. I once accidentally grabbed my brother's undies."

"What is there to keep?"

"Thank you, Izuku," she said. "When you play it off, then it becomes significant. There will be some taunting and teasing, but it will pass." She pressed her finger to his nose. "Like a kidney stone I had once."

Izuku snorted. It was the first in a few days to experience genuine humor. "You are quite funny, Reiko. You are right."

"Right about what?"

"That people don't know who they are unless they try to."

"Being alone teaches me to be strong. I might be alone, but I am not lonely."

Izuku leaned to Reiko and hugged her. "You're not alone. You have a friend in me, Reiko."

She returned his hug. "I believe you, Izuku. You have always been the honest kind." Her hands made contact with his. Izuku didn't bulge. He didn't move. In a way, he kind of knew what direction it was leading. Making dinner, watching television. Just a few hours ago, Reiko was nothing more than a stranger. Now, it felt like he was talking with a reconnecting friend.

He had studied her features; analyzing every detail about her. Her pale face had soft features that reminded him of milk. Her nose was pointy, but it had suited her very well. Her hair reminded him of snow days. What captivated the emerald child the most were her eyes. Her eyes show depth. It had looked that her eyes can further tell her life story than the girl herself.

"Izuku," she said quietly. "What are you thinking about."

He swallowed the lump in his throat. "On how what a wonderful and beautiful girl you are. Whoever is acquainted with you is blessed."

She smiled. "Thanks. Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"What if I say I want to further our acquaintanceship," she said as her fingers trailed his arm. "Nothing serious. Just getting better of knowing ourselves."

"I wouldn't know where to begin," he said nervously. "I think it should be one at a time."

She scooted closer. "It was something you have said earlier that got my attention." She coughed. "Being whole without being with anyone."

"Yeah."

"Can we explore further on what you were telling me...for research and nothing more."

Without hesitation, they both slowly moved in. Their lips finally united together, her thin, velvety lips compelling against his slimmer, warm ones, dancing around and soon bonding together. Epiphany and elation percolated into their veins and soon the entire system as he continued to press his lips more impenetrably and rougher onto Reiko's lips. His insistent mouth was parting her trembling lips, sending wild tremors along her nerves, inflicting sensations she had never known she was capable of feeling. Then, she kissed him back, the kiss getting deeper, deeper than all the galaxies in the universe. Her vanilla lips imprinting themselves on Izuku's like a footprint in the snow, forging a sense of exoticism and roguery.

No one has ever kissed her like this. Admitted, nobody had ever kissed her. She had always wondered what stories meant by melting in a kiss, now she fully understood, dissolving into Izuku's lips.

She didn't want to tell Izuku about this being her first. The stories, the conversation. Although true with intent, it was used as a ploy to invite Izuku into her home, into her life, to her lips. Word through the grapevine as Ochako told close friends with her endeavor with Izuku. The brunette couldn't keep a secret as she did a group chat on Facebook.

'Izuku is such a great lover.'

'He knows how to sway a woman.'

'So gentle, so pleasing to the eye. He is just a...what a guy. I can be a better girl than Himiko.'

Hidden emotions of her feelings for Izuku slowly drifted to the surface.

They broke the kiss, leaving a bridge of saliva between the pair. Both were panting at their prolonged kiss. Reiko didn't want an explanation. She didn't want to talk. While the iron was still hot, she unbuttoned her pants and pulling down her panties. Izuku followed suit as he unbuttoned his pants.

She strained as she put his dick inside of her pussy. She groaned as she slowly put it in her entrance. Izuku hesitated. "Reiko, you don't have to do this."

"Quiet," she said. "Just close your eyes and just breathe. Breathe in, breathe out."

She bit her lip as his dick finally broke through her hymen and entered her cavern. Izuku was grateful that he didn't have to see the hot liquid surrounding his dick. He let out a small cry as he rested his head on her shoulder. Reiko rested her chin on Izuku's face as she thrust with his dick.

Reiko reached over to her shirt and took it off. She removed her bra, exposing her breasts. Instinctively, he decided to lean forward, then took one of her nipples in his mouth. It was hard and very lightly flecked with pimply bumps. She hissed as she gripped her fingers on his hair, giving it feathery kisses.

He kept nibbling, sucking, and encircling her nipple with his tongue. The pleasing sounds coming from her only excited his manhood.

Feeling himself inside of her felt really good, he thought. His mind was going blank, all he could do was thrust repeatedly into her. The slapping sounds of their skin filled their ears. She began moaning into his neck.

Knowing from the experience he had with Himiko and Ochako, he started moving as hard and fast as he could. His breathing was becoming labored, but he knew he had to keep going. He was making her feel happy, and he wanted her to be happy.

This was another way of developing their acquaintanceship, he tried convincing himself.

Then he felt the signs, signals from his body making him tense up. He gripped hard into her sweaty flesh and shoved as hard as he could, spurting his seed into her, groaning loudly.

She grunted a few times, thrusting much of her energy to collect the seeds that were rightfully hers. He shivered, breathing heavily. Their moistening bodies made him feel dehydrated.

"Research complete," she said while panting. "Thank you for doing this."

"No problem," he said. 'What am I becoming? What have I done?

Reiko stepped off first. She retreated to the corner where she picked up her clothes. Izuku pulled back his pants. Reiko retreated to the bathroom. From Izuku's position, she was taking morning-after pills. After a few moments, she pulled back on her clothes and went into the refrigerator to pour them glasses of tea.

It was a quarter past eight in the evening when Reiko sent Izuku to the front door. The duo kissed for a few minutes, intertwining their hands. Reiko moaned a bit before making herself get off of Izuku.

"Thank you for today...for the research, Izuku," she said. "Hopefully it doesn't change anything between us."

"We are cool," said Izuku. "After the weekend I have had, the only word to describe it is trippy."

"Like we mentioned earlier, one day at a time."

He laughed. "Thanks for the support." He tried to leave, but she pulled him in for a final kiss.

"Good night!"

"Good night," he said.

He stepped out of the door. She grabbed him once again. "Hey, Izuku. School is out tomorrow for founder's day. I was thinking that we should go do karaoke together." She swayed her hands. "No kissing or making out this time. Just pure hanging out between friends and just friends."

Izuku put his finger to his lip. "I will call you in the morning with my answer. Good night."

Izuku headed toward the train station. As he checked his phone, he saw missed calls coming from Himiko and Ochako. He decided not to answer them tonight. He needed more time before conversing with them.

He locked the door behind him, checking it twice as he made his way to the driveway. He nodded to the neighbor who was taking out the garbage. He nodded to a child who he gave candy whenever he had any. He bowed before another elderly woman who had a nice garden on her patio. Izuku kept a great disposition to his neighbors within his block.

Not really a conscious hip-hop fan, but J.I.D.'s "Never" was on the airwaves of his music player as he walked down to the end of the block. Yuga Aoyama introduced him to the group when he visited the United States on a college tour a few months back. He bobbed his head to the beat as he made his way to meet Reiko at karaoke.

Izuku was fortunate that their meeting spot wasn't too far from his house. The karaoke bar wasn't far from the arcade. He had frequented a couple of times with his friends. This was the first to go along with a girl.

He stepped into the bar, passing through the electric door. The low volume of music filled the thick air of the establishment. It was full, almost every room was filled by seeing the red light above every door. He scanned over to see if he could see Reiko. A hostess welcomed him, asking if he was alone or with a party. He cocked his head when spotting the familiar white-haired girl at the end of the hall.

"I think I have found my party," answered Izuku, bowing before the hostess. "Thank you."

"Afternoon, Izuku," welcomed Reiko as she embraced him. "I am glad that you decided to come."

"No trouble at all. I can use this time to have some fun," said Izuku.

"Well, let's step inside, shall we," said Reiko. "I believe we are going to have fun."

As Izuku entered the karaoke, his smile faded away.

"'Sup, Deku," exclaimed the blonde.

"Izuku," said the brunette

Reiko wasn't alone in the room. She also had guests. Very familiar guests.

Sitting in the room with them was Ochako Uraraka and Himiko Toga.

To be continued….