Hey, readers. GOTA, here! Well, after much thought, I have decided to release the second installment of 'Shelby Drive.' Thanks to BD for inspiring me with the plot for this. In this chapter, this would be seen from class 1-A's Mashirao's perspective. This is an OOC Yuyu x OOC Izuku x OOC Nejire love story. Enjoy!
Friday nights at Yanagi's Games and Grub was the happening spot for the youth and the youth-at-heart. Teenagers that were dropped off by their parents were here. Rather singing at the multitude of karaoke rooms, playing at the bowling alley, riding go-karts, and playing the games of yesteryear at the arcade, there was something to do for everyone.
Mashirao Ojiro was no exception.
The teen was nervous. Why wouldn't he? He grabbed hold to his tail as a certain Peanuts character uses as a security blanket. Courage was a loose word for fumbling at the mouth, shaking at the knees, and the chattering of his teeth to ask the invisible girl, Toru Hagakure, out on a date.
Well, it was a date for Mashirao but a friendly discussion of the latest television show The Romanovs to the invisible girl. A lie, the young teen admitted as he was stroking his tail hairs with his fingers. Yet again, did the greatest of leaders lie for the greater good? Since school ended and on the way to the venue, the teen crammed episode after episode of the series. He even read the spoilers from the Fandom website. Whatever it was necessitated to carry a conversation with the teen.
He prayed to God that the French-German-American television is credited for a second date.
Sweat was blotching the ink on his index cards. Cue cards he had written on the train ride to the arcade/restaurant. He talked to Iida for advice on girls. Of course, the possible herbivore may not have experience with women but he knew what kind of words a cheesy Casanova can say. Although he was shy, he didn't want to look like a spaz.
Especially in front of Toru.
Okay. Oh, God! Oh, jeez! This shouldn't hard. Keep eye contact. Tenya says that staring at her 'nose' shows comfort. Don't overtalk the conversation. Be sure to order her drink on her behalf. Money!
He patted his pockets. He didn't have much before then. It was a blessing once again for the genius to loan Ojiro the necessary funds for tonight's date (friendly hangout). Of course, the price didn't come cheap.
So, I am on basement duty for the next five weeks. I think I can extend Pro Hero training an extra hour. Of course, I have to push back Bible Study with Ibarra, mushroom studying with Kinoko, and stargazing with Fumikage. They are good people. I am sure they won't mind.
He checked his cell phone. A background picture of Toru in class was his current theme. Unlike the pedestrians that sneak, he asked for permission. Jokingly, the invisible girl told him that if it would be used for wacking-off material.
No way would I use my body to do such a thing! Such a sin! Toru is God's gift to Earth, if not the Universe. Besides, Ibara told me that if I masturbate, then I will make God cry. He crumpled the cue cards in his brief worried state. I don't want to make God cry!
He took deep breaths, reminding himself that he was in the public eye. Relaxing his tail on the floor, he knew that it was a few minutes after eight in the evening. Toru told him that she should be arriving a little after eight-thirty. She told him to look for her wearing a purple beret and a purple sweater dress. He didn't want to have lecherous thoughts. Toru Hagakure was the woman of his dreams. He hoped that this show and hopefully so games and a bite to eat would suffice. The only thing to do was play the waiting game.
As he was trying to grab a hostess for a refill of his diet soda, something spotted his beady eyes. From afar in the arcade area, he spotted a certain emerald-haired teen playing a game of Fatal Instinct. He watched momentarily as the teen was stamping both of his hands. Ojiro could tell that he was in the zone. As he glared a little more, the revealing freckles turned out to be his classmate, Izuku Midoriya.
That alone left a smile on the blond's face.
As a seal of approval, the Martial Arts Pro Hero-to-be was glad to see another classmate having a good time. He had always admired Izuku. Though their talks were limited and despite being classmates and sharing the same class, they were in different circles. He admired Izuku's challenges on his journey to becoming an ultimate Pro Hero. A challenge that wasn't made easy thanks to a certain spiky-haired blonde.
I don't know what Izuku sees in her. He is too good to be with a girl like that. She doesn't have any manners. She is always rude and very disrespectful. He, then, gripped his heart. A subtle position of opportunity to assist and aid him never occurred. Sometimes, he thought that he, too, was a bit afraid of Katsuki. She was the self-acclaimed leader of 1-A and many feared, adored, and admired her. He almost forgot that she and Izuku were childhood friends. That notion alone questioned the blonde as he rubbed under his arms. If treating him like that is her way of showing love, then I wouldn't like to know what does she do when she hates.
He checked his watch, having a few minutes to spare. He made up his mind. This moment can be the perfect opportunity to properly introduce himself to Izuku. Even to the point where he could casually drop his surname and use his first name. Although unorthodox to the terms of friendship and honorifics, he would like to it as penance or something Ibara told him about the atonement of sins.
Remember, eye contact. Be friendly, be kind. Plus. Izuku is naturally kind. I have some spare quarters where we can be a duo or have a one-on-one battle. And when Toru gets here, it can be fun. Of course, after trying my best to woo her. Please, God, let this work!
After thanking the hostess for his refill, he stood up to walk the several yards to Izuku.
"I wasn't sure which drink you wanted, root beer or cola, so I got you both."
Ojiro saw that apparently Izuku wasn't alone. Accompanying him on both sides were girls that he easily recognized. How could he forget the Big Three's very own Nejire Hadou? Even within the locality of UA High, she was quite the celebrity. Adorable, beautiful, and quite a moe. She was kind, generous, fair, and sincere. Her lovely cyan eyes and her weird but adorable hair. It melted Ojiro's heart on how a girl could be that cute and that sweet. He wasn't sure if the aspartame in his diet soda or Nejire's personality was going to give him diabetes first.
"You can have the root beer, sweetheart. Me and Icchan here can share the cola. You don't mind, don't you?" Mashirao watched the short-haired pinkette leaning over the arcade console as Izuku continued playing. Ojiro didn't know much about her with the fact that she and Nejire were best friends and lovers. Yuyu Haya was her name. He could speak positive things about Hadou but he couldn't really say much about Haya. Protective, abrasive, and quite assertive, especially when it came to her Nejire. Just breathing around her presence or even saying the consonant "H" would set an alarm for Yuyu. He understood the fact that they were lovers. It didn't matter to him. Love was love. However, what he found unbearable was the lack of trust she gives others. If she wasn't so overbearing, then maybe he would have some kind of respect for her.
"Golly, Icchan! You are pushing for the high score." Nejire held onto her drink gingerly. Her eyes were glued to the multicolored screen as Midoriya was pushing for the win.
"Go, Deku, go," said Yuyu as she was cheering on the teen.
Mashirao watched, surprised by their encounter. Yuyu looked calm, relaxing and leaning her body on Izuku's shoulder. Izuku seemed unmoved by her contact. Even Nejire was pressing her body onto the teen as they were cheering him on.
"Game Over!"
"Oh, crud! You almost had him, chief!" Yuyu patted Izuku's shoulder gently. It wasn't much of a consolation prize but Izuku enjoyed it. This was the best fun he has had with a group of friends in quite some time.
Izuku shrugged his shoulders. "No worries!" He produced a smile. "I am just glad to be out with some enjoyable company for a ch-" It was cut off when Nejire gave him her strongest bar arms.
"Oh, Icchan! Icchan! I am sorry that you lost," she said as she rubbed her face cheek-to-cheek with his. "Would this hug do?"
"I think I am okay," said Izuku as he tried to manage to pry himself from her. Yuyu crossed her arms. She seemed approved. As if she was happy to see him and her lover having fun together.
Nejire finished with a peck on his beet-red cheeks before releasing him. She used her finger to rub any remnants of her saliva.
"Got to say this, Midoriya, you were on fire," said Yuyu as she used her arms to make karate-like sounds. "You were kicking some rear end."
Nervously rubbing the back of his head, the smiling Izuku replied, "Just a lot of pent-up stress, I guess."
Yuyu fixed her lips. "Never you worry. You have your big sisters to give you a great time." She pressed forward to him, leaving him a couple of inches from her nose. "Aren't you having a good time?"
"You don't see me running back to Bakugo, am I?"
She was tickled pink. She relaxed her arms. "Damn, why are you so adorable?" She then eyed the cyan-haired teen. "Nejire?"
"Yeah," asked Nejire as she was hopping to her side like a bunny.
Reaching into her small Star vs. the Forces of Evil knapsack, she pulled out a few dollars. "Go to the change machine and grab some more coins."
"Sure!"
"Also, would you order me a burger?"
"Sure! With the works?"
"You know it." She turned to Izuku. "Want anything?"
"Just a honey bun if they have it!"
Nejire was turning red. "Oh, my God! Can you not be this too sweet?" She gripped onto his hips. "Yuyu, can we keep him as a pet?!"
Yuyu snapped her fingers, returning Nejire back to reality.
"Go before the other kids grow hungry after singing and playing DDR."
Nejire pecked Yuyu on the cheek before taking away her money. She made helicopter noises while flapping her arms to the change machine.
Meanwhile, the blonde began swaying his tail. Instinct was telling him that something was in the mist. His cell phone's text message signal went off. It was Toru, letting him know that she was running a tad bit late. The purple beret that she was sporting was better liked by the pigeon and its yogurt.
Ojiro texted back, understanding her situation before focusing back on the matter at hand.
"Problem is Izuku is that your technique is off," said Yuyu. "I noticed your hand movements. It is all over the place." She reached into her pocket, pulling out a few coins. She pointed to another console. Pac-Man was the game.
"The game is so simple that it is strategic," said Yuyu as she put some coins in the slot. Upon doing so, the game commenced. She slapped the console. "Come in front of me. Let me guide you on this."
Izuku was raising his eyebrow. He didn't think he would need a tutor for a video game. "A tutor for a game. This isn't like any serious competition like I am at school."
Yuyu wasn't going to take no for an answer. The budge in her forehead indicated it as she pulled Izuku to the front of the console. "You focus on the screen! Do you see the pellets and Pac-Man here?"
"Yeah!"
"Your objective is simple. Collect the pellets, win the game."
"Sure."
She pressed the start button. The game started. "Relax your body and let me guide you." Izuku listened as Yuyu positioned herself behind him. She swayed her hair so it wouldn't get in his way. Guiding her soft hands to his, she assisted him with the game.
"Relax, okay?"
"I am not used to this," informed Izuku as he was growing nervous.
"Your body is tensed. I can tell by your breathing."
"Well, it isn't every day to have a girl positioning her body on me," said Izuku truthfully. "Didn't have that kind of experience."
"Well, allow me to be your first." Yuyu grabbed his hand. Each press of the button, each stroke of the joystick, Izuku watched and felt as Pac-Man was collecting the pellets. Being familiar with the game, he wasn't surprised about the ghosts.
"Ghost can be quite tricky," informed Yuyu. "interference! Take that Kacchan for instance!"
Izuku pretended not to hear the mildly rude comment on Katsuki. Of course, she was a bitch, but that was still his childhood friend.
"Alright," said Yuyu while sticking out her tongue, eyeing the prize in front of her. "Now, I am going to give you a freehand. Just guide and I will strike when necessary."
"Alright, collecting the pellets," said Izuku as he followed her instructions.
Izuku felt he was doing good. So far, he hasn't lost a level. He was feeling relieved as this was the first Friday in which he could have a great time in his natural state. Even when the girls were riding the bus with him to the arcade, they didn't badger him any longer about what he had seen in the shed earlier that day.
"There you go," said Yuyu, her voice was trailing away. "Keep your eye on the prize." Izuku was too focused on the game that he didn't notice that her free hand was trailing from his hips to the inside of his pocket.
"Yuyu," he whispered. Immediately, her lips were pressed against his ear.
"Shh! Continue to play," she told him, blowing into his ear in the process. "Look! There is a cherry! It is moving really quickly. Come for the cherry!" She took a tug of his ear, nibbling it gently. "Besides, don't need anyone becoming distracted."
"Yu...yu," he said in mid-moan.
"Eat the pellets, enjoy yourself, feel free to relax and most of all, pop that cherry!"
Never have his penis felt that good. To be in a same-sex relationship, she was definitely no stranger to the penile-kind.
Sweat began evacuating his pores. His eyes were watering and his face spasmed. How could he focus on pellets if there a woman who was taking control of his joystick?
"The cherry," she whispered tenderly. "See how it's going away? Don't let it get away. Get the cherry, I-zu-ku!" She blew into his ears. The shivery sensation that was tingling down his spine. The neverending stroking of his spasmatic cock. Izuku was hard, stiff as a board.
"Just concentrate," said Yuyu. "Let me help you! Light as a feather. Stiff as a board. Light as a feather. Stiff as a board. Whisper it, recite it!"
As must as he tried to concentrate, his body couldn't compete with the victor behind the controller. His tenseness relaxed as he had allowed her permission to continue. She continued to play with him with one hand as she played with his dick with the other. She would either go fast or slow; using her two fingers, or her whole hand. When she saw Izuku's pre-cum swelling in his pants, she intensified her grip.
"Light as a feather. Stiff as a board. Light as a feather. Stiff as a board!"
"Light as a feather. Stiff as a board. Light as a feather. Stiff as a board!"
"Light as a feather. Stiff as a board. Light as a feather. Stiff as a board!"
"Light as a feather. Stiff as a board. Light as a feather. Stiff as a board!"
Yuyu's voiced trailed away as he continued reciting her lines. The pellets, the cherry, the ghost. He had to win. He needed to get the cherry. He needed the energy. He needed to win.
Izuku groaned from his throat, covering his mouth to not let the others hear. His breath was shortening. Knowing that the climax was approaching, he tried to take his mind away from it.
"Light as a feather. Stiff as a board. Light as a feather. Stiff as a board!"
"Light as a feather. Stiff as a board. Light as a feather. Stiff as a board!"
"Light as a feather. Stiff as a board. Light as a feather. Stiff as a board!"
He was closer to the cherry. He was aiming for the cherry.
"Pop it, Izuku," she said feverishly. "Pop that cherry!"
As she bit into his ear, he lightly cried out as he erupts his load inside of his pants. Each time he spurted, she gently rubbed his dick. Once it subsided, so did the pleasure. Caught up in the afterglow, he leaned back on her neck.
GAME OVER!
She hissed teasingly. "Oh, my God! You're so close!" She pulled away from his pocket. Remnants of his sperm coated her delicate fingers. She eyed it like it was a tasty treat. "You may not have caught the cherry," she paused she meticulously licked her fingers. "I did get a taste of a banana creampie." She rubbed her belly. "Delish!"
Izuku felt Yuyu releasing her hold onto him. A bit distant but he was blushing as he pulled a Jackson Pollack in his pants.
Yuyu giggled, tickled pink to see the embarrassed Izuku. If she were a mother, she would bury him into her bosom.
Yet again, why wait until motherhood.
She tilted her head to the direction of the restrooms. "The family restroom is around the way. Let me help you clean up those wet pants of yours."
Izuku nodded quietly.
"Don't worry! No one is even paying attention." She took his hand. "Let's go!"
Mashirao's mouth was agape. The mild-mannered teen caught in a lover's triangle. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he was no longer appealed to the scene. As he was tugging his tail, he returned back to his seat.
"Hey!" Mashirao blinked a moment when hearing the voice of Toru.
"Sorry that it took me so long," said Toru as she was straightening her lighter purple beret. "Does it look cute."
Mashirao wasn't going to let that earlier debacle disengage his chance with Toru.
"Ojiro, how does it look?"
"Light as a feather, Hagakure! Light as a feather!"
Mashirao took a seat. He flagged a hostess to order Toru a drink. He no longer felt embarrassed on finding the right words to say.
That scene replaced any of that fear.
Meanwhile….
It was the family restroom where Izuku could be found. As Yuyu stated, she was going to help him clean his wet pants.
"When you make slobbering sounds, it makes it look and sound sexy!"
Izuku sat motionless on the lavatory. With his pants and boxers pulled to the floor, he watched in disbelief that Nejire was on her knees licking and slobbering on his dick.
Yuyu kept watch. Arms crossed, back against the wall with a strong Cheshire Cat grin on her face.
There was no burger. No honey bun. Just a creamy Polish sausage for Nejire to enjoy. He didn't question any further as his stiffed cock was rising to the occasion.
The cyan-haired girl made a popping sound from his cock, licking her lips, savoring the texture of his seed. "Quite healthy sperm," she said. "Bitter, yet such a supple offering."
"Only for the best," she said as she winked to the duo. "Finish him up! I want next."
Her face began puffing, pouting and giving the Octopus lip. "No fair! You had him first!"
Yuyu pursed her lips. "Don't be that worry. Must we not forget that the fun is only starting." She raised her head to Izuku.
"So, Midoriya! Do you care to explain what you saw us doing earlier in the gym?!"
To be continued….
BD: My God, GOTA! You are reminding me of what I used to do. I need to get back!
GOTA: It is because of you I am inspired to write like this.
BD: Thanks, babe! Of course, we leave them hanging at the best part.
GOTA: Nah! The plot is what draws them in. The story isn't over! Stay tuned, readers! Please comment, like, share, follow! Strive and prosper!