Hey, guys! GOTA and BD, here, with another installment of 'Never Forget Me.' It has been over eighteen months since the last chapter. Lately, we have been focusing on tying loose ends with our previous stories. So, now is the time to work on those. In this chapter, Camie and Izuku are having their date. However, Izuku is starting to reflect on their past and develops concerns about their future. What will happen? Read and see! Enjoy! This is an OOC Izuku x OOC Camie love story!
It was Camie's hands that awoke him from his momentary slumber. Rubbing the drool from his face with his sleeve, he turned his head to the blonde.
She presented a friendly smile. "You've always fallen asleep during car rides. Wish my girlfriends could do the same whenever we travel." She was clamping her hands like a crab. "Chatting Cathies and yelping chicks." She placed her hand to his face. "Remember when I used to do that when you thought I was babying you?"
To his utter annoyance, he never liked recalling the moments whenever Camie believed that he was acting childish. Of course, at twelve years old, he would rebel. Anyone would rebel when telling him to finish his broccoli, the green onions in his katsudon, or refusing to take a shower after receiving the bowl treatment from Katsuki from the nearby park.
Nevertheless, he must keep calm and steady in his composure. He was practically an adult. "Yeah, you've got me. A little brat I was!"
The giggling Camie ruffled her fingers through his hair. "There is my Icchan speaking." She winked. "But, a Pinocchio you are being."
"How so," asked Izuku in a high pitch voice.
"There it is," she said while giggling. She flicked his forehead. "A Pinocchio is present whenever you raise your voice." She unlocked the car door. "And the way your eyes dart back and forth like fireflies on a cool August evening." She pushed the car door as she was putting a leg out of the car.
"Where are we," asked Izuku. Although he has been a lifelong resident of this town, there have been parts of the city that had rarely frequented or didn't know it existed.
"Clothy cloth ears," she said while stepping out of the car. "There is a little quaint dive joint I frequented whenever I was finished with class or hanging out with the guys." She stuck out her tongue. "Yet again, I didn't tell you everything that I did. Um!"
Knowing he wasn't going to get a returned answer, the waking Izuku opened the door. While stepping out, he saw that he was in an alleyway a few feet away from the street. "Why are we parked here?"
Camie used her key fob to secure the car. "I know a few people over here." She presented her trademark smile. "Don't worry, fam. We are protective." She lowered her face. "Or unless Izuku has picked up a set of skills to defend little old me from danger." She swayed her hand to fan her face, using a faux Southern American accent. "Perish the thought, governor, you are saying to me?"
Izuku couldn't stay flustered or frustrated. It was cute, especially when she was mistaken English mannerisms with Southern American vernacular. It was something about Camie Utsushimi that made her an awesome wonder.
Prior to Camie, Izuku had always had uneasy relationships with babysitters. It was more so that he didn't want his mother to work or wanted to be left with Auntie Mitsuki and face the wrath of Kacchan. Nevertheless, the unrelenting mother continued searching for the perfect sitter until Camie happened to appear in his life.
To think, it was a few years ago and it still felt like yesterday, Izuku was thinking to himself.
Camie continued following the alleyway before heading out to the main street. Izuku was feeling unfamiliar with this part of Musutafu. As if he had walked into an alternative universe or entered a room that was kept hidden from the old and abandoned library.
He saw a bodega that showcased sausage and other assortment of deli meats from the front of the store. A Nigerian beauty salon where a worker was advertising a test run of their latest product. The smell of pizza filled Izuku's nostrils from the nearby Italian pizzeria. A group of women were passing them sporting hijabs as they were heading to a mosque, he presumed. He continued hearing a crowd of people speaking very languages - English, Spanish, French, Arabic, even languages that he couldn't recognize.
"Where are we," asked Izuku.
"This is Little America," said Camie. "I often come here whenever I have free time from school or want a girls' night out." She winked at him. "The best little secret of South Musutafu. Or at least that was what they say in their brochure."
"This place is interesting," said Izuku. "Why haven't I visited this place?"
Camie shrugged her shoulders. "Let's just say that certain people aren't ready to be progressive towards every member of our human race." She took his hand, which sent volts to the pit of his stomach. "Let's make haste. I don't want us to miss our reservation."
"What reservation?"
It was met on a deaf end as she was rushing through the busy sidewalk to their destination. Izuku couldn't help but notice her left hand. The symbol that signifies the engagement of marriage secured around her finger. Upon seeing that, his heart was skipping beats. There he was running with his babysitter, his childhood friend, the woman who he didn't keep any secrets.
The woman who he gave his first time to those many years ago.
She took another bite of her ice cream. Instead of eating it, she reached over to him. He opened his mouth and exchanged her ice cream with a kiss. He tasted her ice cream as well as her tongue. She wrapped her lips tightly around his tongue, sucking any remnants he ever had. He began feeling lightheaded by the sudden force. He could tell that she had experience. She took another bite of her ice cream and went for his mouth again.
Izuku's breath labored. His throat was feeling dry. His palms were clammy.
She lapped his mouth with the ice cream. She placed it inside his mouth before getting it back. The combination of cold vanilla and hot kisses were making him feel strange.
Even as they rushed to their destination, everything around him was blurs and pixation.
She kneaded his nipple with much force that he let out a small moan. Noticing it, she went back and began kissing on his neck. His feet jerked by the double attack she was pulling on him. While this was going on, he was still holding his ice cream. By now, it was melting and began to overlap from the cone.
The only clear picture in his eyesights was Camie Utushimi. Within 24 hours, she returned to my life. And within the next 24, she will be gone.
Camie came to an abrupt stop, which almost made Izuku lose his footing. "Here we are," said Camie with the tone of accomplishment. Situated between a bank and an insurance agency, the bakery looked very old-fashioned. Its logo and its font appeared old-fashioned. She turned to Izuku. "This place is a home away from home. Many nights were spent here."
"Valkyrie's," said Izuku as he said the name of the restaurant.
"Home of their world famous chocolate French toast and chocolate-flavored pancakes," said Camie cheerfully. "Well, since this will be my last time here, I might as well spend this date here with you."
As they walked in, the smell was welcoming as the music that was playing inside. Izuku recognized the heavenly sounds of Three Day Grace throughout the bakery. A fair contrast to the store's presentation, but the emerald teen did not mind.
They walked to the counter where they met a gentleman who appeared as the owner. He looked middle-aged and was tall. He was obviously of Japanese descent. His salt-and-peppered hair was long and wrapped in a ponytail. He was wearing an apron that smelled of fresh strawberries. He had a toothy grin and appeared very friendly. If Izuku could describe him, the owner reminded him of a nursery rhyme intertwining with rock.
"Hello there, children," said the happy and jolly owner.
"Hey, Chef," said Camie happily.
"Chef," questioned Izuku.
"That is his nickname," answered Camie.
The owner was boasting with laughter. "Golly, I am going to like this kid already." He turned to Izuku. "And who are you, my delicate lovely gentleman?"
Izuku nervously answered. "Izuku Midoriya."
The owner scratched his head as if he was thinking. "Midoriya." He snapped his hands. "Now I know you. You are my daughter, Yui's classmate."
Izuku appeared surprised by this sudden announcement. "Yeah, I know Kodai-san. We don't share classes, but she is in my neighboring class."
The response was met with a boastful laughter from the owner, Chef. He wiped the tears from his eye. "Lovely lassie. Quiet and subtle! Can fit very well with the decor and wouldn't even know if she was here." He scanned the surroundings of the restaurant. "Just checking, kiddos. There was one time, but anyway." He reached for the notebook beside him. "Utsushimi, party of two." He closed the book. "Right on time!"
Chef went around the counter and escorted them to a booth in the back of the store. He gave them a menu and then went to the jukebox. "Anything you fancy, young man," asked the owner.
"Do you happen to have 'Lucid Dreams,' by Juice Wrld," asked Izuku.
"Unfortunately, not," said Chef while looking to the ceiling and making the sign of the cross. "However, we do have the inspirator to that song."
The owner placed a quarter and suddenly the sounds of Sting filled the bakery. Wasn't fast-paced, vibrant, and hauntingly beautiful like the successor's single, but it would have to do. The Chef presented themselves with menus.
Camie wrapped her finger onto the top of Izuku's menu. "Try Nora's Special!" She began rubbing her stomach. "Chocolate-battered pancakes with hot, glistening syrup. It is to die for." She turned to Chef. "Still have the JoJo Surprise?"
"The special that tastes so good that you forget you actually ate it?"
"That one!"
Chef clicked his tongue. "Fresh out. My little Yui is out with her mother on getting some more supplies."
She stuck out her tongue. "Give me the Hidashi Special!"
"French toast and chicken wings. Coming right up!" He turned to Izuku. "Your option, me lad?"
"Well, I had never had chocolate pancakes." He closed the menu. "I will settle on that."
The owner left to make their meals. An older woman who he presumed to be Yui's sister presented them with orange juice and lemon water. Once she departed, the couple was alone so they could talk.
"Seeing anyone Izuku?"
Izuku nearly poured his drink back into the straw when hearing the million-dollar question. He had already wondered why people make trivial questions about the obvious. He wasn't offended since it came from a good place, but he often wished that people enjoy being teenagers - carefree, lack of responsibilities, and thinking about today versus tomorrow.
Then again, Izuku wasn't the typical teenager. While she was selecting her items and even as she was holding onto the glass of lemon water, his eyes laid upon the engagement ring.
"Just say that I am busy mapping my options about the future," he answered.
She clicked her tongue. "Izuku? Really? No damsel has tried to leave their handkerchief for you to return? No love letters in the lockers? No note in your desk to meet at the most cliche of places?"
She placed her elbows on the table as she rested her head on her knuckles. "There has to be at least one girl who wants to date you."
"I think you are a beautiful boy. I think I know now why I have a hard time dating boys my age."
"How so?"
"Because they would not understand how to please a woman. They would not know how to desire me as a boy can. Young boys look at older women as goddesses. I want, no, deserve that kind of love."
Izuku nervously placed his hands on his lap. He didn't want to answer her question, let alone ponder on the reason why he had the difficulty, if not disinterest in pursuing his classmates. He shrugged his shoulders. "Let's say that my sole purpose is chasing a check to become a Pro Hero. Then, the girls can fall afterward."
The blonde shifted her hair around her fingers. She made a humming sound before nodding. "I can respect that, Izuku. You have always gone your own way." She winked as she was playing with her straw. "And that is one of the reasons why I always liked you."
"Just letting know, Camie-chan, that you have done nothing wrong. You have my permission. If you want to keep going, then you have my blessing."
"You won't be mad?"
"Of course, not."
"You won't judge me?"
"No."
"I really like you."
"I know you do."
"So, Canada." Izuku needed a change of subject, even if it meant talking about her future husband. "What are you and your husband going to do?"
She lifted her head from her hands. "Um, I don't really have many prospects as I am going to be staying home while my husband works. He thinks I should take it easy so I can adjust to the culture."
"Is he Canadian?"
"Yes, he is!"
"How did you meet?"
"We actually met here. He heard of Little America and wanted to check out the scene." She pointed at the jukebox. "By coincidence, 'American Woman' was playing and he saw me dancing around the jukebox. It was then that he asked me to dance."
Izuku watched as her lips were moving. Soft, supple lips that he had the pleasure to feel and taste. His thoughts were racing away from their conversation. Silence filled his mind. Although she was speaking, nothing audible was produced.
They were alone in the Volkswagen Golf. Camie had recently received her driver's license. Her parents knew how much their daughter wanted a vehicle and they managed to save the funds to purchase the Golf. Izuku couldn't forget when Camie rushed and embraced him. She smelled of maple syrup. She was wearing her thigh jean shorts and a bleached tie-dye t-shirt. She begged his mother if they could go for a drive, which Inko insisted.
They drove a few blocks. Green Day was filling his ears. The windows were down, the music was loud. Camie was reciting each and every word melodically and in English. They went to an ice cream stand near the pier outside of Downtown Musutafu. Izuku got a Neapolitan. Camie got a double scoop vanilla ice cream.
She wasn't ready to head back and decided to take a stroll in the national park. Of course, the happy-go-lucky emerald teen didn't want to leave Camie's side either.
Surrounding by the sounds of cicadas and the humming of bumblebees, situated in the middle of the dirt road off the trail was Camie and Izuku in the Volkswagen Golf.
"Icchan, do you know how precious you are to me? You are so cute!"
"You think I am cute? I prefer being called handsome."
"No, Icchan! Clothy cloth ears! I mean, you are cute as in kawaii. Like the guys in the K-Pop magazines. Or the guys in my favorite 'Boys Over Flowers' show. That is what I mean."
"Oh! Well, I think you are pretty too, Camie-chan! I like you!"
"I like you too, Icchan. Can I tell you something?"
"Sure!"
"When I first saw you, I saw you as the prettiest thing in the world. Like a porcelain doll, someone to protect you and to love you. Delicate you are and delicate I want to treat you."
Izuku was acutely aware of the events unfolding that led to Camie making advantages toward him. The things his parents had told him on the importance of love and sex. Things that were discussed by his PE teacher in health class. Izuku didn't hesitate as he gave up his virginity to a girl that he really liked.
Their ice cream created more foreplay than just consumption. Izuku held onto her melted ice cream, feeling it drizzling down his arm. It served as a tasty treat while Camie used it to her advantage. The young, blonde babysitter stole his lips. A combination of ice cream and her natural taste entered into his mouth.
It felt natural. It didn't feel like I was doing anything wrong. That is what people who like each other do, right?
Izuku was the pestle and Camie was the mortar. They were kids. What they were doing wasn't supposed to happen. Izuku watched as Camie took off her tie-dye shirt, exposing her white bra. She didn't hesitate taking it off as it exposed her titties. She pushed Izuku down, allowing herself room to remove her shorts. Simple white cotton panties was what Camie was sporting as she also pulled down Izuku's shorts.
Camie told Izuku that it was her safe day. Looking back, Izuku wasn't really sure. Never felt the touch of a woman until he felt his sturdy instrument entering Camie's swollen vagina.
She was a virgin.
Blood trickled down from her pussy, soaking her panties and creating a tiny reservoir around his thighs. Camie didn't stop as she gyrated her hips, wanting a taste of her forbidden fantasy.
The couple exchanged kisses as they consummated their relationship. Condensation filled the muggy windows of the golf as the duo were basked in their lovemaking in the passenger side of the front seat. It wasn't like anything Izuku saw in his father's hentai or in the movies. As quickly as he entered, the sooner he had climaxed. The strange, unfamiliar sensation felt like a volt of electricity immediately came out of his penis and inside of the blonde teen. In her stiffened moans, she cried out Izuku's name. Izuku, Izuku! Izuku, I love you!
"Izuku, Izuku!"
The Volkswagen Golf wasn't present anymore. No longer was he in the forest. He wasn't a young teen anymore. His face turned to the concerned, worried Camie as she was waving her hands.
"Izuku? I thought I've lost you for a second," she said as she held onto her drink.
"Sorry that you've lost me," said Izuku apologetically. He placed his hands in a praying position. "Please forgive me."
Camie produced her candid smile. She flicked his nose. "You're forgiven. Only because you are too, too adorable."
"I think you are a beautiful boy. I think I know now why I have a hard time dating boys my age."
"How so?"
"Because they would not understand how to please a woman. They would not know how to desire me as a boy can. Young boys look at older women as goddesses. I want, no, deserve that kind of love."
The rest of the time at the bakery, it was only small talk. After receiving their meals, Izuku explained about looking for colleges in the United States (or maybe Canada). Camie was talking about the wedding and the kind of arrangements taking place. She had told him that she wanted to have the wedding in Japan, but her and her fiance's flight was tomorrow afternoon. The time before the bill was presented to them was in a calm, tranquil silence.
Izuku was reaching in his wallet to pay for the tab when Camie tapped his hand. "Lunch is on me," she said. She handed a few dollars to Chef as he was grateful for their patronage. The owner nodded his head in agreement before Camie stepped out of the booth.
"Ready to go," asked Camie.
Before he could speak, she took him by the hand and left the restaurant.
"Thanks as always, Camie," said Chef.
"Bye, Chef," said Camie.
"Izuku, please continue to be nice to my daughter," said Chef.
He turned and nodded in compliance as they were heading into the street.
"So, what shall we do next," asked Camie. "There are so many things we can do here in Little America." She clicked her tongue. "There is an Afro-Asian exhibit at the nearby museum. There should be a parade later on with the Hindu community, I think." She snapped her fingers. "The LGBT community is having a bingo night later. I also think the Puerto Ricans are throwing a little festival this evening. The Irish pub is having a party this evening..."
It didn't matter to Izuku on what he wanted to do. Even as they held hands, he didn't want to leave her side.
"Whatever you want to do, I am down for it," said Izuku.
You walk out of my life and now, you are back to leave once again. Don't leave me, Camie!
To be continued….