Hey guys! Big Diesel and [girlfriendoftheauthor] here with another story. This particular story isn't going to be like my typical ones. We have decided to go back to our roots. Back when we were originally writing drama and realistic fiction. Izuku catches a lecher fondling classmate Yui and stops the incident. Izuku takes Yui to the police station to address the crime. This is so much I have for now, but you will see as time goes on. Enjoy!
Fifty cent cakes were actually cheap honey buns. High in calories, smothered in sugar and frosting, but Izuku could never turn them down. The days when money was funny from excessive arcade games and comic book collecting, fifty cent cakes were the way to go. Along with a bottle of Arizona iced tea, his afternoon was going to be swell.
He placed a few honey buns on the counter at the register. He even added some peppermint on the road in case of meeting others. There was nothing he had planned for this day, but knowing Izuku's friends or his mother, something will come up.
"Your price comes to 850 yen, Izuku." The friendly, elder African gentleman who managed the store extended his hand to receive Izuku's money. Izuku gave him the cash. "Appreciate it, Okonma!"
"No problem, sir. As always, you are a pleasure to serve," said the clerk. "Any particular plans?"
"Aside from demolishing these honey buns and guzzling this tea, nothing else."
The gentleman nodded, opening the register, and giving Izuku his change. Izuku swayed his hand. "Keep it."
"Very kind, sir. Take care of yourself."
Izuku nodded as he exited the convenient store. Immediately exiting, he took his first bite of sugary goodness. He exulted in its cheap flavors. They were better than any fancy delicacies he ate at any restaurant. "Oh, dear fifty cent cakes, the microwave is calling your name." He promised himself to eat just this one until he headed home. His residence wasn't any longer than ten minutes.
"Okay. Maybe one and an half, but that's it," he said to himself, knowing that he was lying.
He ingested what was left of the summer days. School wasn't for another two weeks and he wasn't ready to return. He often wished to go back to the days of his former youth. When playing video games, playing on the monkey bars, eating ice cream, and the like were as much of an activity instead of confining eight hours of schooling, two hours going and coming back, and many hours of studying. This pyramid scheme to lie to students that if you work twice as hard than the next guy, then you will be on top. Izuku scoffed at that thought. The results were karoshi, suicides, and alcoholics. He crossed the crosswalk heading towards home, bypassing the very people, salarymen that are too consumed with what was in front of them instead of thinking for themselves about themselves. Heading to their very fate.
It made Izuku question his future regarding college. His parents encouraged him to leave the country, exploring his options and opportunity to thrive. He pondered on exploring schools in the United States and possibly Canada. His father attended school in the United States before finishing in Japan after getting his mother pregnant with him. He was very doubtful that he would be his fate. He was very careful when treading that line.
There wasn't a girl that really caught his eye at his high school. There were plenty of beautiful girls, many that were fuel whenever he wanted to blow off steam in the bedroom or shower. But those were childish, lustrous fantasies. Moments in which his lust was fulfilled before resuming to normalcy. He wasn't looking for that. What he wanted was something more, something more than meets the eye. Inner beauty was more of his strike zones in women. The makings of the inner self for it was within that defines a woman. Anybody can wear a mask. Anyone can pretend on the outside. However, no one can fake an inside. As his mother once told him, 'you can't hide what's inside.'
He stopped at another intersection. Caught in the sea of passerbys, going to parts unknown to the emerald haired child. The light was lasting longer than usual. It didn't surprise the teen. "What's good for the goose is good for the gander" was the mentally of his Japanese people. Who knew what city hall produced on changing traffic lights to increase productivity. Or, maybe it was in his mind. Maybe it was the atypical mindset that made him stick out in front of his classmates. He didn't describe himself as an overthinker, let alone an overachiever. He made average grades, he stayed in his lane, and had a good handful of friends.
But that alone didn't exempt him from the troubles at his high school. One reason and one reason alone, he could never accept the hammer-and-nail mindset. 'If a nail tends to stick out, then it is bound to be hammered down.'
He took this as an opportunity to grab another biteful of his sugary goodness. He smiled to himself, hoping if he attended college in the United States that this sugary goodness can be found.
While discarding his wrapper into his bag, something caught his eye that didn't fit the norm of waiting at a crosswalk. At the railing that separated the sidewalk from the street, there was a gentleman wearing a medical mask. Medical masks were common for reasons that were up to the wearer. Some used for protection from sickness.
This particular wearer wasn't using it for that reason.
Silent moans filled the area. To a normal person, that sound couldn't be easily picked up. Izuku listened, using his ear to trace the origin. It was coming from the same area where the man was wearing a mask. He treaded slowly, not wanting to sway the crowd. For those moans could be wailing child or a sorrowful person. Who knew which one was correct? However, Izuku had gut feelings about these things. His stomach would twitch. He felt uneasy. He hoped to God that it wasn't what he thinks he was. Knowing for his gut feelings, they were probably signs from the most-high himself.
Izuku peeked at the corner, taking sharp breaths as he saw what he thought it was, was to be true. The masked gentleman was inserting his hand into the skirt of a woman. Sunglasses, baseball cap, all were signs that he was here for business for unsuspecting women. It amazed himself on the acceptance of this despicable norm. Knowing there was a woman in danger and people carry on as if the mailman was delivering goods.
His eyes snapped. He recognized the woman in this perilous position. Her hair shone like the sea at night, the black strands utterly white where the bright rays fell. It stopped right on her shoulders. The icy blueness generated a feeling like one was being pulled into a lake of frozen emotions. It was like all the myriad shades of blue swirled together to form a whirlpool of apprehension.
She was a kuudere, a quiet beauty. If she were an instrument, she would be a piano. A sweet and tender melody as one could glide gently through the black-and-white ivory keys.
Yui Kodai.
Izuku was in direct view as the lecherous pervert continued to fondle his classmate. He can hear the sickening craving of the man.
Keep resisting. That is how I like it.
All of these people around you. They don't care. Just enjoy the ride, baby.
You must want this. It's your fault for being beautiful. And wearing that skirt, you were asking for it.
Yeah, I like that. Keep getting wet. Keep g…
The lecherous pervert's moment was brutally interrupted when Izuku grabbed his Arizona iced tea, knocking him right in the center of his face. The drink burst opened upon impact, spraying tea and the pervert's tooth and blood in the process. The pervert fell over the gate and onto the street. Onlookers were shocked by the actions of the teen.
Izuku panted loudly, staring at the others who weren't any better than the pervert. He was intolerable with the bystander effect. Sickening and disgracing, he concluded.
The pervert didn't waste any time failing across the busy street, narrowing missing a wave of cars before tucking away into the desolate alleyways of the city. A roach knows there place, he thought as his mind returned back to the matter at hand.
His violated classmate stood shaking at the gate. She crossed her arms, covering and shielding her body. Izuku knew that touching her wouldn't be any better, especially after the ordeal she had.
"Kodai, are you okay?" Those were probably unfitting, but what more could he say? She slowly tilted her head. She silently shook her head in disagreement.
"Come on. Let's go to the police station. The least we can do is give the cops a description of the creep," said Izuku.
She made a tiny squeak. Tears were falling down her face. Izuku pulled out his telephone and decided to phone the police. Izuku kept his distance from Yui. The last thing he wanted to do was give her a scare. Honestly, he didn't know much about his classmate, except for the fact that she was the silent beauty of the school and she had a good relationship with Itsuka Kendo. Although the rumor mill stated that they were closer than that. Be as it may, he put those opinionated feelings aside as he sat down next to Yui.
"The police are on their way. I will stay with you until they come for us," said Izuku assuringly.
She didn't respond, just a confirming nod.
As he sat on the concrete, he pulled out the other half of his fifty cent cake. Like his mother, he ate when stressed. He wanted the sugary goodness to distract his mind from earlier. His stomach felt the twitch and the guilt.
The last thing he wanted to see was his spilled iced tea, blood on the street, and a confused violated girl.
He wiped the crumbs off with the sleeve of his shirt, hoping that the cops would get here soon.
To be continued….