Hey, guys! GOTA, here! After seventeen months in hiatus, here is the second installment to "The Strawberry Letter." This features a vanilla romance between Nejire Hadou and Izuku Midoriya. Warning: the story contains strong graphic content involving past abuse and ageplay (Nejire is eighteen and Izuku is fifteen). Discretion is advised. Enjoy! As a reminder, Izuku's Sister is a loving, heartwarming, vanilla series.

Oh yeah, a message from my boyfriend, BD. In his G Herbo voice, "Out of Character, Part V," the conclusion, is coming soon. I know we have been waiting on it. Please be patient and stay tuned!

This is an OOC Nejire x OOC Izuku love story.

Nejire was grateful that the booth came with a heater. She sat by the heater as she tried to dry off her damp clothes. Never did she think rain was going to be in the forecast. Yet the cyan-haired girl had to remind herself that it was the rainy season and expect the unexpected.

"Izuku, go on and take off your shirt. You don't need to catch a cold." Nejire felt like a parent talking to a child. However, that child was actually a teenager. Their trip to get ice cream didn't expect rain to fall from the heavens and to their bodies. Needing a place to shelter, Nejire ran at the nearest manga cafe. She was grateful and found it convenient since she needed a place to stay for the time being until she made her next move.

What was that next move? She would only have to play it by ear. Her biggest challenge was leaving the domicile of shame, depression, melancholy, and anger. She took steady breaths while trying her best to forget the problems of yesterday. This was going to be her new normal.

She noticed that Izuku didn't comment but nodded as he took off his shirt. She was happy that the clerk gave them towels. The manga cafe booths were supplied with a futon, a mini-tv, a small kitchenette, and a laptop. Of course, a bookshelf filled with manga books of today and yesteryear. Because she had Izuku, she was able to get a discount since it was the two of them. She booked the place for an extended stay. With the allocation of funds and sparing her resources, she had enough for a few days. She removed her damp wallet and placed it on the table. At some point, she, too, would have to get out of those clothes.

However, she wanted to wait. She wasn't sure how Izuku would feel seeing a naked girl in front of him. Yet again, would he mind? He was at the age in which curiosity about the opposite sex was apparent. Did he like girls? She felt that she didn't have to investigate further. The teen kept his back away from the damped Nejire. Through the soaked clothes, her bra can be seen.

Izuku hung his shirt on the rack. He then proceeded to take off his shoes and his socks. Nejire decided to take the opportunity to take off her blouse. "Hey, Izuku. Don't get too afraid as I take my clothes off, you hear? I will try to cover up."

Izuku nodded. Even from her position, she can see the redness burning onto his freckled face. She found it cute. It was safe to say that he was being respectful. He didn't seem to be the type that would take the opportunity by taking advantage. She knew any boy his age would have taken the opportunity and would have taken the lead. More so because of their uncontrollable teenage hormones.

Surprisingly, Nejire was a virgin. She has yet found the right boy that could take her virginity away. However, she was familiar with sexual encounters. She didn't like describing the incident since it occurred back when she was in grammar school. It was a female teacher. Unfortunately, it was her favorite teacher.

She had Nejire wait until school was dismissed for the day. Not wanting to disappoint her teacher, she followed her instruction. When coming to the basement, she must have her blouse undone and her skirt opened, which made it easier to remove. Nejire didn't like the feeling of being touched by another woman. However, she did whatever she could to make her teacher happy. After all, it was her favorite teacher.

There you go, baby girl!

Yeah, make it sound sexy like that!

You're pleasing your teacher very well. You're making me very happy.

There you go! Let me show you how a girl works that body.

God, you're making me feel good! Right there, right there! Make me cum, baby! Make me cum!

She knew that it was wrong. It wasn't right to encounter such an act. However, what Nejire got from this was praise. Never in her many years did she receive a compliment for doing something great. So, despite going against her will, she would do it in order to hear that praise again.

After that encounter, the affair carried on for a few months. After awhile, the teacher cited Nejire as used goods and moved on from her.

When finding another girl, the teen was an unwilling participant and informed the police about the teacher's wrongdoing. She was arrested and her license was revoked.

The teacher's whereabouts are unknown. Be that as it may, Nejire could never forget the lasting impression that teacher did to her. It made her question the mindset and the intention of adults.

Nejire sighed heavily. She wanted to put those thoughts aside and try her best to have fun with her newest friend. Nejire took off her shirt and hung up on top of the booth. She hoped the people next door didn't mind seeing an article of clothing hanging over it. Nejire reached for a towel to cover her top. She needed to open her backpack and grab the other clothes to dry since they were soaking by the torrential downpour.

"Sorry about not getting the ice cream, kid," said Nejire calmly. "Will some snacks from the snack bar suffice until the weather clears up?"

"Yeah, sure," said Izuku while placing his shoes in the corner of the booth. Izuku was feeling soaked in his pants but didn't want to take off. He positioned himself by the heater as a way to dry off without taking off his clothes. "I am in no hurry right now. I am easy to please!"

Nejire released a smile. "Great!" She looked at her watch. "Do you want your parents to know your whereabouts?"

Izuku nodded in disagreement. "No worries! My parents are well into shopping and cameradie, it will be hours before they come back."

"Cameradie?"

"Parents are huge soccer fans. Knowing for them, they are at a pub getting filled to their brains." Izuku said with a light chuckle. "It will probably be midnight until they come back."

"Are they always like that with you?"

"Not always! This trip is really more for them. My dad works a lot. My mom was glad to see him back. They didn't want to leave me home by myself."

Nejire's stomach churned. His positivity despite his parents' self-centeredness. She removed her stockings while trying to think of another topic. Before she could speak, Izuku broke the silence. "So, Nejire, what brings you here?"

"A little vacation you may say." Nejire didn't want to tell the truth. She still wanted to give the emerald-haired teen the impression that she was visiting and not a teenage runaway. By now, it wouldn't be a surprise if the police were arriving at the residence. A worried mother holding her dishrag and crying beside her quiet father. Of course, in the public eye, the parents would save face. If the police knew the heartache and the turmoil they have put her through in order to look good toward the others.

Nejire, it is important that you attend school so you can become a hard worker. Don't you want to make the Hadou name great?

Why did your grades drop a few points? Aren't we pushing you hard enough?

Do we have to cut time from your friends if you don't study harder?

Ms. Hadou, I expect the best out of you. This B doesn't show growth. Are you a B student?

Nejire, sweetheart, your father is only being harsh because we expect more from you.

No daughter of mine is going to be a damn failure. We didn't spend this much money for you to fail. Do you want to end up like a dumbass waiting tables at some cosplay restaurant? Do you need to break away from your friends? If they are putting you down, then I will forbid you from seeing them.

"Hmm," responded Izuku as he situated himself on the futon. "Never seen a person that has a vacation by themselves."

"Ohh, it's all the rage. Especially in European countries," replied Nejire as she positioned herself on the futon beside him. She was cautious about keeping her distance. The cyan-haired teen couldn't help but to be enamored by the teen. Even as they were walking, there was a mature aura about him. Despite being a couple of years apart, he was wise beyond his years.

"You don't say," said Izuku. He turned while using the towel to rub any wet remnants. "Pardon me for my partial nakedness."

"You're fine," said Nejire. "Excuse me for wearing my bra in front of you."

He tucked his knees to his chest. "No problem." Nejire's heart wanted to melt as he kept his face forward. To the eyes of Nejire, he was respectful. He wasn't trying to take advantage of the opportunity. She could tell that he had great parents that taught him mannerisms and respect.

Something she briefly envied from the younger emerald-haired teen.

Trying to keep the situation far from awkward, she reached for the remote so they could watch television. "So, Izuku, any shows you would like to watch?"

"American cartoons, if possible."

Nejire flicked on the television. By coincidence, the channel featured cartoons with American programming. Invader Zim was the current show.

Izuku pointed at the television. "Yes! They are showing my favorite episode." Seeing the blanket in front of the desk area, he reached and grabbed it. "Want to share?"

"Please," replied Nejire.

The duo got comfortable as they were waiting on their clothes to dry. Nejire mentioned that she would go and purchase food from the snack bar at some point. However, they got too focused on the 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!

Nejire was tickled as the teen was reciting each and every word by heart. It felt good to be reminded that there were teenagers who weren't conflicted and troubled. She continued studying him, examining him. She noticed the hairs from the back of his neck. She can see facial hairs growing unto his cheek. A man was in the making. She knew that whoever Izuku would get with, she would be a lucky girl.

Not surprised about that Hadou girl scoring great. Is that all she does is study? No wonder she has issues.

That girl broke the curve again. I am sick of this bitch thinking she is better than us with these grades.

What makes you think you are great, Hadou? We ought to kick your ass for embarrassing us.

If you are weak, then you beat. It is a tough world and if you can't handle those things, then why survive?

There you go, baby girl!

Yeah, make it sound sexy like that!

You're pleasing your teacher very well. You're making me very happy.

There you go! Let me show you how a girl works that body.

God, you're making me feel good! Right there, right there! Make me cum, baby! Make me cum!

"If you are getting too cold, you can have more of the blanket," said Izuku.

"Thanks," said Nejire. She touched his shoulder. "You are very sweet!"

Izuku turned beet red and kept his face toward the television. Nejire felt appealed by his shyness. She decided that she wanted to tease him.

"You know something," said Nejire. "In a way, you kind of remind me of a girl."

Startled and surprised, it nearly made him develop a nose bleed. "I can't imagine how I can be a girl."

"Don't get it twisted," said Nejire while keeping her composure. "I just meant that you are very adorable. You are very youthful. It is cute and it reminds me so much of being a girl. It is so very kawaii."

"I am not adorable or cute," said Izuku with a hint of concern. "I prefer the term to be more handsome."

Nejire went quiet for a moment. It looked like to Izuku she was trying to come up with the right words without further irritating him.

"I am sorry," she said while shaking her head. "I didn't mean to offend you. It's just. It's just you are really cute to me. You just look very pretty."

"It is okay," said Izuku. "You are not the first person to say that about me."

Nejire placed her hand on his shoulder. He felt the hair on his neck standing upon her firm touch. "Take that as a compliment, Izuku. Not everyone finds masculine looking dudes attractive. Some girls like myself preferred pretty boys."

He looked away. He was very surprised and did not know what to do. Her hand never left his shoulder. She slightly rubbed the shoulder while she was continuing to talk to him.

"When I first saw you at the park, I became all flustered inside," she said. "I have seen you around a couple of times, but no one knew anything about you." She turned toward him and pressed a little forward. "I saw your beauty. I thought it was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. You were like a bishounen in those shoujo mangas that I read. You remind me of them. I was very happy that you have noticed me."

Izuku's heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, Nejire pushed Izuku down on the futon.

"Nejire?"

Nejire put her finger to his lip, enticing silence. "Listen, Izuku. Right now, I don't know what is overcoming me. And I don't know what is making me do this." She pressed forward to his ear. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

Nejire raised her eyebrow. She saw as Izuku began unbuttoning his pants, showcasing his damped boxers. She saw the rising erection in his pants.

"Izuku?"

"Don't question it, Nejire." Izuku used his hand to stroke Nejire's flushed cheeks. "I may be shy, but you can never force the willing."

"What does that mean," questioned Nejire. "Wait a minute?"

"If you want to take a slow, I understand," replied Izuku as he lowered his pants. "You know what to do, don't you?"

As much as Nejire wanted to question the shift of dominance, she wouldn't fold. "I am in your care, Izuku. Please treat me well."

"And the same with you, Nejire. I am yours to please."

To be continued….

BD: Whoa, GOTA! I didn't expect this shift of direction! I have never seen Izuku that willing before.

GOTA: You will see in the next installment. Want to try something different.

BD: I can see that. Well, I can't wait for the next installment. Stick around, ladies and gentlemen. Oh yeah, I forgot (in my G Herbo voice) - "Out of Character, Part V," the conclusion coming soon. I know you all have been waiting for it. Just stay tuned and be patient!