Hey, guys! GOTA, here, with another story for "Izuku's Sisters." Izuku is spending the weekend alone at home until he gets an unexpected visitor - Ochako! What reason is she here? What does she want with Izuku? Read and find out! This is an OOC Ochako x OOC Izuku love story.

It was a knock at the door that awoken Izuku out of his slumber. His eyes drew to the alarm clock sitting on the desk. It was a quarter after seven in the morning. He had to do a double-check. Especially when someone was interrupting his somewhat inappropriate wet slumber on a Saturday.

Just when Ryuko and Ryuko were lathering up for a bikini contest. And I was the judge! He didn't think it was rude or crude to have those kinds of dreams. Defensively, he was sixteen, still learning about the birds and the bees. It mattered not as the knocking on his door continued. Knowing that his mother was out-of-town with his father on a little weekend getaway, the teen reluctantly stepped out of bed.

Slowly putting on his slippers, he was hoping that the knock would fade away. The only people who were come at this ungodly hour were bill collectors, religious people, or Katsuki. With the latter, he knew that Katsuki should be out with his parents to spend the weekend with his grandparents. Just in case, Shouto blessed him with a black Louisville slugger in the umbrella holster just in case.

We're atheists! We don't donate to charity! We don't want raffle tickets! My father is a convicted sex predator fresh out of prison. Which excuse was in the cards today, thought Izuku while snickering as he dragged his tired feet to the door.

As he put his eye in the peephole, he saw something that no bill collector, religious people, or Katsuki would offer.

"Izuku! Izuku! Open up! It's me." A pretty brunette sporting a pretty white sundress was standing behind the door.

Ochako?!

He didn't think Ochako had family on this side of town, let alone her parents working over here. Immediately, the teen went to the mirror for a face check. No eye boogers, dry slob, unkempt hair, everything was in place. He did a breath check. Immediately, he went to his drawer at the alcove to spray some of his father's breath spray. The kind that burns upon impact.

Jesus Christ!

"Izuku! Is everything okay?" The concerned brunette asked as she was still standing. "Izuku, don't be rude! Well, I am being rude for coming unannounced. Let me in, silly!"

As if the gods were listening to Izuku's desires. Why of all Saturdays would Ochako visit his home? Quite a convenient coincidence that his parents were out of town as well. Before he could ponder on the cliche of anime/manga logic, he proceeded to the front door.

He opened the door. Remember, Izuku! Act natural!

Upon opening the door, he was met with a strong scent of strawberries and cream. It impacted his nostrils, diminishing any remnants of sleepiness within in.

As well as the prepared words of a greeting.

"D-d-d-do y-y-you how d-d-do?" Immediately, he covered his mouth. Why did the entrancing beauty make him feel this way?

It was met with a laughable response. "Izuku, you are always shy. It's so adorable." She entered the room. She dropped her backpack as she closed the door behind her.

Izuku remained motionless, or at least from Ochako's perspective. His knees were becoming wobbly. His legs were shaking. His throat was dry. The palms were clammy. Tale-tell signs of seeing his crush in front of him.

Ochako Uraraka made him, in a lack of better phrase, feel so kind of way. She was the first to welcome him to UA High on their first day. She was helpful, friendly, adoring, beautiful, and smart to boot. No matter the time or the place, she was always there for him. Rather if he failed a test, staying after school, or even riding the train back to his home, the wonderful Ochako Uraraka was always present.

"Smells good in here, Izuku." Izuku returned to reality when seeing Ochako in the living room. "What is that smell? Pumpkin spice?"

"Well, Mom cooked some pumpkin bread before she left yesterday," said Izuku. He thanked Aizawa-sensei for the quickness of getting back on his feet. He couldn't forget that the day whenever Aizawa gave him a tip on conquering his shyness. Look at my eyes, Izuku. And then look at this left hook. Overcome that shyness of yours or else this fist wouldn't mind accommodating it for you.

Aizawa-sensei! What a guy!

"Your mom was always such a lovable cook," she said while rubbing her belly. She paused when she saw the kitchen. Before Izuku could speak, she was already inside the area. Izuku nudged himself to walk. It hasn't been a few minutes and Ochako was already acting like she was running the place.

Wait a minute? Did she give a reason why she was here?

Izuku could hear the sound of opened cabinets and shuffled drawers. By the time Izuku entered the kitchen, Ochako was already sporting an apron.

"Hey, Izuku! Do you know where your mother keeps the spices?"

Meanwhile, as she was speaking, he was still registering for this strange occurrence. Hold up! Wait a minute! I know that it hasn't been a few minutes and Ochako is already in my kitchen sporting an apron. An apron! In actuality, this is an invasion of privacy. Relax, Izuku. This is Ochako! You have a girl in your house! A girl, Izuku!

"Aw, don't worry, Izuku." She was happily shaking the cinnamon spice in her hand. "Found it!" Izuku stood in silence as he watched Ochako walked around the kitchen. She retrieved a few items from the top cabinets and the refrigerator.

"Since your mother made dessert, I will make you a huge breakfast." Ochako turned giddily as she held the whisk in her hand. "Why not take a seat in the living room." She reached into her backpack. Inside, she pulled out a magazine. "It's your favorite Shounen Jump magazine. I got the latest issue." She pressed onto his chest. "Wait, there is more!" She crouched down to the floor to pull something else from her backpack. "I normally don't let someone spoiling their appetite but I am not so sure about what kind of cooking you ate in your mother's absence." She pulled out his favorite honey buns. "Snack on this while you wait." She tilted her head, giving him a wink. "Don't over-indulge, young man. Only eat half of it and save the rest for later. Okay?"

As Izuku was still processing this strange phenomenon, she used her hands to push him out of the kitchen. "Let Ochako cook for you and you take a rest on the couch, okay."

The sound of Greensleeves was being hummed from Ochako's sweet and savory lips. Izuku held onto his favorite treats as he was retreating to the living room. Let me pinch myself. Ouch! Wait, let me pinch myself on Katsuki's favorite spot. OUCH! Okay! I am not dreaming. I am not dreaming!

The sound of a burning stove and sizzling from the skillet was going on as Ochako continued humming pleasantly in the kitchen. Izuku turned on the television to his favorite Saturday morning American programming, Invader Zim.

"Izuku, do you prefer your eggs scrambled or sunnyside up?"

Izuku put his finger to his lip. Before he could speak, Ochako spoke for him.

"I can make both. A breakfast fit for a king." She resumed humming. At every whisk of the bowl, she was vibing with her humming. Once more, entrancing to the teen.

"Izuku?"

Izuku turned to the kitchen. "Y-y-yeah?!"

"Do you like barley tea or oolong tea?"

"Actually, Ochako, why are you…" He was once again cut off.

"I will make you both. Momo also told me about making raspberry tea. She even gave me some tips from Good Housekeeping!"

Good Housekeeping?!

"How's that magazine, sweetness? Jaune Arc is on the cover of this issue. Of course, he is a hunk. But nothing else can compare to my cinnamon roll."

"Huh," he replied nervously.

"I was saying if you prefer cinnamon roll or cinnamon toast."

"Actually, Ochako. You still didn't answer my-"

"I will make both," she said before returning back to cooking. "This is gonna be oh so good. Be sure to eat only half of the honey bun. No need to spoil your appetite, young man!"

Butterflies were flying in his stomach. His hands were still holding onto the wrapper. Even if he could, he was still shy to taste a honey bun that was purchased from his crush.

Putting the honey bun down, he eyed the television screen. It was his favorite Invader Zim episode.

You know, anyone who watches you obsessively every day would notice that you never actually eat any of the food. Why is that, Zim? Don't like the taste, or is it something more. A weakness?

Don't be ridiculous! I have already stuffed my normal human belly so full of delicious human FILTH that I could not eat another bite.

Bologna!

AHHHH!

"Breakfast will be finished shortly, Izuku," she said aloud from the kitchen.

"Sure, no problem. Thanks."

"Think nothing of it. Only the best for you!"

Only the best for me?

"Remember? Lee Kanker? Ed, Edd 'n Eddy? My poor, poor impression of her voice."

Izuku released a slight, nervous laugh from his pickled-like stomach. "The original thot of cartoons."

"Language! Children might be present." She giggled. "Just kidding. Anyway, breakfast is on the way!"

Izuku began smelling the fragrance. A sweet-smelling fragrance. It smelled like french toast. It took him back to the days of his grandmother's place when she made syrup-filed french toast whenever he and parents were spending the night.

What a morning! Not even eight o'clock and have Ochako cooking for me. Not only that, catering to me. What's going on? Is this a prank? A penalty game? Is Momo, Toru, Mina, or Kyoka outside ready to prank me or laugh at me?

He put aside those foolish thoughts. Besides, he knew that Momo and Shouto were heading to Sapporo to go skiing. Kyoka is spending the weekend with her parents. Toru and Mina were hanging out with Mashirao and Eijiro. Izuku could feel some heat coming from a certain spiky-haired blonde as he was on vacation.

Before he could text Tenya or Shouto for advice, he heard Ochako sing.

'Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight

'Til tomorrow, I'll be holding you tight

And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be

Than here in my room dreaming about you and me

Immediately, he grabbed the honey bun and bit into it. He needed something to cover the yelp from his voice.

And possible nose bleed.

Several minutes later….

The moment Izuku slid into his chair he was served an enormous platter of food. Eggs, ham, piles of fried potatoes, even the syrup-filled french toast. Various fruits sat in ice to keep it chilled. The basket of rolls she set before him would keep his family going for a week. There was an elegant glass of orange juice sitting in front of him. It also included the three different pitchers of tea she had mentioned.

"Wow," said Izuku. "I didn't think Mom had that much food here." He whistled. "You really outdid yourself, Ochako!"

"Thanks!" Her face turned redder than beet juice she had in her hand. "These were some things that I carried in my backpack! What I needed was some of your mother's spices and dishes." She winked. "Don't worry, I got you covered."

"All of that fit in your backpack?"

"You must underestimate a woman's capacity of holding things, Izuku!"

Aiming for the french toast, he reached toward it until it was swatted by her hand.

"Izuku! Manners!" She rubbed the swatted hand tenderly before wrapping it. "We must say grace!"

Although Izuku was a Christian, which was a rarity in Japan, he didn't think Ochako was involved in any other faith.

"Oh, sure!"

As they were blessing the food, Izuku was still in disbelief that he was holding hands with the Ochako. Of course, the teen had his wet dreams of various Pro Heroes and classmates. Ochako was different. He wouldn't dare use her as fapping material as she was too scared, too beautiful, and too wonderful to soil. He felt guilty as he heard her complete the prayer.

"Amen," she said happily. "Itadakimasu!"

Before he could aim, she swatted him again.

"Sorry, Izuku! Let me do it." Izuku watched as Ochako spread the jelly over the french toast and sprinkled powdered sugar on top as if it were cake decorations. There was a joy in how she did it as if for a moment she was happily absorbed by a feeling of love that played in her subtle smile and soft gaze.

"There we go," she said as she was sticking her tongue out. She used her fork to split the toast into pieces. "Open your mouth!"

"You're feeding me?!"

"Yep! Can a girl cater to you?"

"Are you sure?!"

She frowned. "Should I or that pretty Louisville Slugger do it for me?"

Immediately, he opened his mouth. She put the first batch of french toast in his mouth.

"Isn't it tasty?"

"It's delicious. Reminds me of my grandmother's."

"Oh, joy," she said while clapping her hands. "I knew this would sell it!"

Before he could register (once more), she placed another piece in his mouth. She paused as she used a napkin to wipe his face.

"This is very good," said Izuku honestly. "Thank you for making this."

"Told you it was a breakfast fit for a king. For my king."

"What-" He was cut off with a glass of the orange juice.

"I said that this tea is akin to the others. Wasn't sure if I put it together or not?"

"Okay," replied Izuku awkwardly.

"Well, since we have the entire day together, why not spend it?"

Izuku (once again) tried to get another word but Ochako interrupted.

"But first, I think you might need a bath." She placed her nose a few inches from his face. "I felt that wasn't the only thing onion-y beside these fried potatoes."

"Ochako, I…"

"Don't you worry! I got you covered."

"Ochako, I…"

"For I am joining you!"

To be continued….

BD: Jesus, GOTA! And I thought I was the 'cock-blocker' of writing.

GOTA: Don't you have work tomorrow?

BD: Don't you have work tomorrow?

GOTA: Go to bed!

BD: You too!

GOTA: Stay tuned for more!