Hey, guys! GOTA, here, with another installment of 'Cross My Heart.' Before you read, this story is more drama than our usual works. Be prepared if there are certain topics that will trigger you. Discretion is strongly advised. In this chapter, Ryuko goes and meets with an unreliable source. Meanwhile, Izuku does his best to comfort Ochako as there is trouble in their homes. Later, Izuku faces opposition at school. What will happen? Read and see! This is an OOC Izuku x OOC Ochako story. Enjoy!
The Cockatoo Inn was what it said on the marquee next to the parking lot. This seedy, should-be-condemned establishment has served as home to the shyster, the shylocks, the drifters, the passersby, and the hopeless for several years. The red neon lighting flickered into the night like a dancer on last call for tips. Unrecognizable, insignificant, just there to be seen.
The blonde pussycat Ryuko was pulling out her last cigarette from the pack of Mevius in her glove compartment. She has sworn that she would abstain from smoking. She had made several hands to God that this was going to be her final cigarette. Patches after patches of nicotine gum littered the passenger side floor. She couldn't recall when was the last time she vacuumed her car. She couldn't recall the last time when she went to the pharmacy to purchase nicotine patches. Smoke today, quit tomorrow. Gain a few pounds, lose it again; only to return smoking the cancer sticks. Shino said that it was killing her beauty. Tomoko said that she was harming her body. Yawara offered to take Ryuko to Twelve Steps. Why confined herself in a room filled with the lost, clinging to a higher power for false hope. Eating stale Oreos and chalky coffee with the hope of a hookup or a connection to another dealer. That wasn't Ryuko. Ryuko had control of her life. She was the maker of her destiny. And if this so-called God would know better, then she should be granted to do what she pleases or at least force her to stop killing her lungs.
If only the leader Pussycat knew that her self-worth died a long time ago.
She bit into her lip. She watched as the ashes from the cigarette dropped to her lap. She looked in the mirror. Red in the eyes. Crow's feet under the eyelids. She couldn't recall the last time she had taken a proper shower or had a decent meal. Her diet, as of now, consisted of fast food, convenience store bento boxes, ramen noodles, and instant coffee. It wasn't until doing this job for Inko that gave the thirty-something a piece of solace, stability, something that she hasn't felt in a long time.
Or at least for a short while.
There were multiple Ryukos. Each wore a mask. There was Pixie-bob, a Pro Hero. She loved, adored, and envied by all. A woman who protects the city from the perils of danger. She believed in the power of loyalty, trust, and friendship with her confidants. There was Ryuko, the actress. A ditzy, vain blonde that popped into any variety television show to showcase her musical talents and comedic wits. Then, there was Auntie Ryuko. A chain-smoker, worried about her very existence. A blonde that prayed that there weren't strange men lurking at her door for an unpaid gambling debt. The blonde that was behind her cay payments and if rent was overdue, the amount of nefarious deeds to please her landlord. She wore a mask to hide her true self. From her parents, her partners, her friends, and even so, herself.
Being around Izuku has been the closest to stability as it gave her purpose. No ulterior motives, no favor exchanges. Izuku looked onto the blonde as a relative. All he wanted was just her company. Just reminiscing that day in the car when he bathed into her bosom, wanting nothing more than her comfort, her company, her time.
That was love that she was seeking. The unconditional love that she hasn't felt from anybody. The kind of love that made her heart swell. The kind of love that one couldn't find walking down the street. Rubbing her chin into his hair, inhaling the scent of his oatmeal shampoo, loving and doting on him as if that was her little brother. Or better yet, her own child.
She gripped onto the steering wheel. Seeing the chalky sky indicated that rain was in the forecast. Looking into the mirror, there were tote bags and shopping bags in the backseat. Items that either belonged to Izuku and things she had purchased for Ochako.
The powers that be have made its decision for Ryuko to take on the responsibility of taking in two troubled, wayward teens. Because of this, she had to put herself on autopilot as maternal mode must remain on until she could get those two settled.
She took strong breaths as she recalled the very word that were labeled to the troubled lovers - wayward. Wayward wasn't her choice of words. Those came from the very parents that nurtured, provided, protected, professed, and so-called loved them. The latter seem harsh to the blonde pussycat, but never did she think that their parents would be this fallible, this hysterical, and this merciless toward two teenagers who wanted nothing more than the support from their parents.
Less than 12 hours ago, Izuku and Ochako were both kicked out from their residence. They both were aware of the risk of announcing their pregnancy and Ryuko reminded them of her support in the worst case scenario.
Izuku's mother gave him the silent treatment. However, Hisashi gave him a few choice words.
'You have ten minutes to grab whatever you can and get yourself out of here.'
Ryuko could replay that quote word by word and each time, she could feel the spiciness off her lips. Inko crossed her arms. She didn't want to have any words with him. Just the look of disappointment was enough to confirm her feelings toward her son.
Ryuko assisted him with things that he was allowed to take with him. It wasn't much - just his school supplies, his school uniform, and a few possessions. Before he left, Inko stuck out her hand to give her his house key. Ryuko felt her heart wanted to leap out of her mouth. Hisashi was so upset that when she and Izuku walked out, he slammed the door without saying goodbye.
Izuku looked like an abandoned, skittish kitten - casted away and left to die on the cold, desolate street. He didn't speak. He looked forward. His body shook uncontrollably as they walked to her car. He barely placed his hand on the door handle before crying out to the heavens. Ochako covered him, holding and squeezing him so that his vibrations became her very own. Ryuko turned away. She couldn't look at them. Loud, uncontrollable sobs filled the parking lot. He couldn't get a word in. Tears pelted the sidewalk and he tried to say his parents name. After a few minutes, they were able to put him in the backseat.
Their next destination was heading to Ochako's place.
The incident revolving around Izuku was a cakewalk. The worst came when Ochako informed her parents. Izuku was there to witness the debacle. Ochako was welcome with a slap to the face from the mighty, merciless hands of her brute father. A strong, bulky individual that stood over the distraught, defenseless Ochako as she covered herself as protection. Ryuko had to grab Izuku as he was lunging at her father for slapping his girlfriend. A loud, triumphant noise that came from his mouth as if God himself came down to Earth as he inflicted his anger upon his own daughter.
How could you be so stupid, Ochako?!
Daddy, I am sorry!
Sorry, my ass! Should have thought of that before you started spreading those legs of yours. Do you realize how much of a struggle we are in?
Sorry, Daddy!
Do you realize what you have done?! Damn, you're stupid!
Ochako's mother wasn't any different. Tired and exhausted from working a double shift. Her look of anger and disappointment wasn't any different from her husband - cold and unaffectionate.
Violated our faith. What have we told you about this?! You promised us that you would save yourself for marriage. Do you dare want to disappoint our savior for breaking your vows?
Ochako couldn't get a word in. Blindsided by the wincing pain and tears was overbearing for the pregnant teen.
I don't want to hear it! Whatever Izuku and this chick here can help you because your mother and I ain't doing shit. Don't bother packing up because none of the things in this house is yours. Last time I checked, I didn't recall seeing one single thing in your name.
Don't bother coming back! You wanted to be grown when you spread your fucking legs, then be grown on those streets. And if I catch you again near my sights, Midoriya, I hope to Christ that your parents have put insurance on you. Now you and Ochako get the hell out of my house!
Ryuko knew the preventive measures behind their mistake. Be that as it may, thought Ryuko, they were still kids. And kids made mistakes. When did the role of the adult take place the moment they were forced out of their domiciles and into the world alone with the clothes on their backs? Adding insult to injury, she could recall Ochako's father telling his daughter that he could snatch the skin off her, then he would.
Ryuko gripped onto the steering wheel tightly. The glowing neon light didn't do any justice compared to what she was actually feeling. She, too, was distraught, in disbelief that their parents would callously place their children in the merciless world alone without any devices. It pained her body to the point where she shivered whenever she saw Izuku give his mother the one, tiny relic that guaranteed his safety.
Tears were flowing down her eyes as she stared at the steering wheel. Her voice crackled as she finally had a chance to weep for the two when she couldn't do so. She didn't want them to see this fallible woman in her duress. She had to play strong. And that was her problem, playing strong. Because even Pro Heroes like her can be weak, timid, and meek. She played a strong bluff whenever contested or combated, but never did they see her fold.
But tonight was one of those nights that she couldn't play a bluff at all.
She didn't have a hand to show.
She continued sniffling when she heard a phone rang. She saw that it was Izuku. She exhaled a few times and took deep breaths. She used her arm to wipe the tears before answering the call. "Hey, brat," she said coyly and playfully. "Are you settling in okay?"
Ryuko's apartment was a 2LDK. She would have to convert her office into a bedroom for Ochako to sleep. Izuku would have to sleep on the couch. Everything was happening too quickly. There was so much to do, so much to plan and to arrange in this short amount of time. Ochako was going to need new clothes. She had to make spare keys for the teens. Grocery stores, doctor's appointments, informing the school of address changes. It was too much for the thirty-something year old to bear.
"We're okay," replied Izuku. Ryuko could hear the hoarseness in his voice. It took Izuku an additional 40 minutes as he couldn't stop crying when arriving at her apartment. Ochako was in the backseat comforting him. Each took turns on which one was able to cry and to be supportive. Ryuko never left their side. She waited for them until they were able to enter the apartment.
"Are you guys settling in," she asked them assuringly. "Tomorrow, we can go grocery shopping to buy the things you like." She coughed to regain her composure. "Your Uncle Yawara is going to take you shopping tomorrow to purchase some clothes for you. You can let Ochako know that her aunties are taking her shopping as well. Tomoko is great at getting baby clothes and Shino knows stores that sell attractive and sexy pregnancy clothes." She produced a fake sly laughter. "For the public to see, Pervert-kun!"
A hint of laughter was heard from the receiver. "Thanks, Auntie," replied Izuku.
"Don't mention it, sport. How is Ochako?"
"Ochako is sleeping on the futon in the other room. She couldn't stop crying so I stayed beside her until she fell asleep."
"What are you doing now?"
Watching television. I wasn't really in the mood to unpack."
"I don't expect you too, kiddo! Take your time. Have you eaten yet?
"I got into your ice cream if you don't mind."
"Feel free, kiddo," said Ryuko. "My house is your house. Just don't find Minoru in it." She was cautious as using the phrase 'daddy' wasn't appropriate timing. "I will stop and get pizza before I come home. After this, home cooked meals from this point."
It was a light chuckle coming from the receiver. A bit of humor was needed at this time, especially at their current perilous ordeal. "Are you okay, Auntie?"
"Yeah, baby, I am fine," she answered coyly. "Just needed to get away for a bit. It has been a crazy day."
She could hear Izuku stammering. She could tell another crying spell was drawing near. "Izuku, listen to me. Stay strong right now. I know this isn't going to be easy for the time being. Just realized that you have your aunties and uncle that are looking out for you."
She could hear the silent sobs. She could hear the crackling in his voice. "I know," he managed to say before his sobbing returned. "It just doesn't make it any easier. What my dad did?" He let out a kitten-like cry. "What Mama did."
"Shh! Today has been a shocker for all of us," she told him assuringly. "Everybody is in a state of shock. Give it some time and things will fall into place."
"Will it? Can it?"
Ryuko could understand his doubt. He was still a child. He was orphaned. His security was lost and his identity was striped by his parents. "I promise you, Izuku. It will be okay. I have you! Do you hear me?!"
"Yes, ma'am."
"I have you! You and Ochako." She took strong breaths, trying her best to keep her composure. "I have some herbal tea in the top cabinet above the refrigerator. Take some and lie down on the couch. Get some rest, baby. I will be back afterwhile."
"Okay, Auntie," he said. "I...I love you!"
Ryuko clutched her heart when hearing those words. She was certain to provide him and Ochako that sense of security as becoming a surrogate mother. "I love you, too, Izuku. You are a precious gem!" She caught herself as she almost sniffled. "You and Ochako! We will figure this out. Just not tonight." She sighed heavily and she rubbed her shoulder. "Go and lie down and rest your head. What kind of pizza do you want?"
"The usual please."
"Okay! I will have it when I come home. Good night, Izuku!"
"Good night, Auntie!"
She hung up the phone. She rested her cell phone on the dashboard. The time on her car clock showed a few minutes after eight in the evening.
Her eye twitched when the neon light reflected onto her cell phone. She produced a self-defecating smirk. She had always hated that flickering neon light and the frilly bird insignia that accompanied it.
This establishment, if one wanted to call this rat pit an establishment catered to a not-so-distant past for Ryuko Tsuchikawa. However, she did not have time to elaborate on her former past. There was a reason why she was here. And she was not going to find it in the parking lot.
After giving herself one final check in the mirror, she stepped out of the car. The sound of her high heel shoes filled the parking lot as she approached the building. It has been a few years since she has frequented this place. Even before placing her hands around the handle of the door, she could smell the faint scent of musty cigarettes, cheap liquor, and putrid odor of watered chestnuts.
Ryuko was welcomed to the sound of enka music filling the hazy smoke of the restaurant. This run-of-the-mill establishment was home to the truckers of the night, the shysters, the rebels, the downtrodden, what one could find, they can name it. Businessmen, salarymen, foreigners lined the tables as waitresses filled their palette with cheap alcohol in exchanges for cheap thrills. Whispering sweet nothings, stuffing their bosoms with damp, tawdry yen notes. Yellow and checkered snaggletooth smiles come with the territory of the men with thin hair, horrid breath, and lack of respect for these women. When it came to the value of her appearance, Ryuko was indifferent. It mattered not. She had no intentions to impress because there was nothing worth valuable to her. She didn't have low self-esteem. She just has low esteem for everyone else. 'Keep a handful of friends and that is all you need' was her philosophy she embedded into her brain since the early days of high school.
The blonde pussycat walked down the bar where a handful of strangers gave her glances. She kept going as if they were part of the decor. Upon reaching an empty table, she removed her jacket and sat it next to her. She folded it neatly. Once she got comfortable, she was met with a waitress. She gave her a slight smile. It felt forced, but she could tell that she didn't want to make it any more awkward.
"What could I get for you, Princess," asked the deep-voiced waitress with a hint of sarcasm. She watched her wrinkled hands wrap the notebook around her. The raspiness of her voice sounded like the voice of a smoker. The kind of voice that sounded like their throat was covered in phlegm and cigarettes was a constant meal replacer. Hypocritical, she admitted, as if she continued, then she would be on the same path like this homely, unkempt member of society in front of her.
"A glass of water," she said while continuing to stare at her. She didn't know why she continued staring at the pale-skinned woman. Maybe it's because she could use a friend, she thought.
"Anything else," she said before darting her eyes away from her.
She looked over her stained uniform. "Yeah, Mitsuko," she said. "I would also like to have a pack of Mevius if you please."
The waitress' wrinkled lips quivered as she placed her notebook down. "I thought you've said that you were going to abstain from smoking."
"And I thought you've said that you would stick around. Amazing where that bullshit and lies led." Ryuko didn't look at the waitress. Seeing her coffee-and-mustard stained and tattered apron stood out as she scratched her wrist. "That's funny," she said in an agitated voice. "I don't recall needing someone's permission on what I want to do with my body."
The waitress Mitsuko blew into the air. A sour taste of sardines was the best description Ryuko thought as she looked into her compact. "You can do what you want, Ryu. But, you are not going to address your mother like that."
"Is that what you want to call yourself?" A strong grip of Ryuko's hand was firmly wrapped around the table. "So, tonight is the night that you are claiming yourself as my mother?" She pursed her lip. "Hmm?! Very funny as I don't remember you ever mentioning it to the courts. If I may ask, didn't you say when you put me out at fifteen years old that 'I should have been a cum stain on the hotel room floor?'"
Mitsuko's face flattened upon hearing those words. She turned her head to a younger, attractive waitress, mouthing incomprehensible words before she darted away. "What in the hell do you want, Ryuko? A lecture, a penance, your old job back?"
"No," she blurted out to the waitress.
"Then what?"
"..."
"Listen, Ryuko. If you just came here to pester me on my poor parenting or my past mistakes, then look elsewhere," said Mitsuko. "This is the first time I have seen you in like, six years, and this is how you greet me?" She spat onto the covered empty peanut shelled floor. "Where do you get off?"
"..."
"What are you doing here, Ryu?"
Whatever plans or actions Ryuko wanted to boast, to express immediately ceased. As she looked at the woman that gave her an existence on this hurtful Earth, she couldn't feel anything else but pity. When she walked through those doors, she really didn't know how she wanted to approach Mitsuko. Confusion filled her mind.
The blonde pussycat reached into her purse. The tired blue-eyed waitress watched her daughter pull something out from the purse. "Here is my reason for why I am here." Mitsuko saw a piece of paper on the table. It was, at some point, crumpled. She slid the paper to her mother's direction.
Due to the dim, poor lighting, Mitsuko took the piece of paper and went to the nearby bar for lighting. Ryuko watched her mother pull out her glasses to read the contents on the paper. After a couple of minutes, the grey-haired waitress turned to Ryuko. "Where did you get this?"
"So, is it true?"
The waitress sucked in as much air to the point that it looked that she was taking her final breaths. Retrieving the paper into her apron pocket, she walked to the bartender in front of her. "Maurico," she spoke in Spanish, "tell Javier that I am going on an early break." She took Ryuko by her arm and pulled her from the table.
"Where are we going," asked Ryuko as she felt the force of her mother.
"Somewhere where there aren't any prying eyes," answered the waitress. "Did you drive here?"
"Of course!"
"Good!"
About an hour later….
It was a typical last-call-before-leaving-town diner. It was a western-style diner. The smell of fried eggs and sausages loomed through the air. There was a sight of truck drivers drinking their coffee as they prepared for their nightly or early morning run. The waitress who greeted the women as she held her pad to take their order looked like the kind who knew the trick of the trade of the restaurant business. She was older. She had gray hair with a hint of blonde. Her eyes were her highlight. It was a deep shade of a green like a deep, enchanted pool.
Ryuko ordered the English muffin and Mitsuko wanted coffee and cigarettes. Mitsuko wanted a window booth so she could see people going in-and-out of the diner. Ryuko could understand that her mother wanted to be sure if they were being tailed.
They were one and the same minus her mother's drug addition.
Ryuko exhaled the stale air with this café. The cliché sound of country music filled her current emotion of somber. She rubbed her eyes as it displayed her exhaustion.
Silence filled the booth. Even when the waitress returned to the table with their orders, her mother didn't touch a thing. Ryuko stared at her English muffin with strawberry jam. Her glass of orange juice was gathering condensation onto the table.
The pregnant silence was broken upon hearing the flicker of a lighter. Once she retrieved a lighter, she lit it and inhaled a couple of puffs before placing it on the saucer with her coffee. Ryuko's mother looked paler than usual. She had remained that way ever since reading the letter that was presented by her daughter. It looked like to Ryuko that Mitsuko's past was catching up with her.
"Tokyo is such a huge place. You can blend in and not be easily recognized," said Mitsuko. She kept the crumpled piece of paper in her hand. It was written on a yellow legal pad. It was in English and in cursive. A business company's logo was etched into the center of that paper. "I guess I was wrong." Her hands were shaking, even to the point that the saucer beside her was rattling. "Where did you get this?"
"In the house of a boy who I have been watching," answered Ryuko as her eyes were glued onto the same piece of paper. "It stood alone on the kitchen table."
"I see," replied Mitsuko as she took a sip of her coffee. "Dear, God! It should have ended where it began."
"Mitsuko," said Ryuko concerningly. "That note. That single note. Why does it bear your name?" She wasn't hungry any longer as she moved the plate aside.
"Well, Ryuko," said Mitsuko. "You can say that I wasn't Mother of the Year." Her wrinkled hands still held onto the paper. "I have done my fair share of mistakes." She eyed her daughter. "And the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
She tucked her eyes. The last thing she wanted to hear was about her past. "My past doesn't have to do with this. What do I want to know is how come your name was on this note?"
"As I said, Ryu. I wasn't exactly Mother of the Year," she answered plainly and matter of factly. "You become a high school dropout that was kicked out of your father's house. You're staying between relatives as long as those welfare checks come in. Then, when you become a certain age, they no longer want to deal with you." She took another puff of her cigarette. "You can't get a job because they need a stable address. If you get a job, it is menial pay and the environment is harsh." She flicked the ash into the spare coffee cup. "Times were tough, but you're still a teenager. Rent is due and so, you have to do things to make ends meet."
"Why are you so calm about this," asked Ryuko.
"When your old man beats you nearly half to death with a belt after you refuse to take your pants off for him, then you learn how not to feel," answered Mitsuko calmly. "Thus meeting the qualifications of involving myself in compensation dating." She looked at the paper once again. "A small world I dreadfully afraid. Never thought I would hear or see this guy's name again."
Ryuko was frozen. A chill ran down her spine as she saw the black permanent marker through the back. Her stomach clenched, feeling as if an ulcer could be produced at any time.
"January 5, 198X
Mitsuko,
We can't do this anymore. Inko is getting suspicious. As much as I want to keep this going, I can't. I am a married man and I must keep appearance. Enclosed in this letter is two million yen in 10,000 yen notes. That should be enough to take care of all arrangements necessary. If you decide to keep the baby or not, it's your choice. I am sorry that we have to end this, but this is for the best.
Best Regards,
Hisashi"
"Mitsuko? Is Hisashi my father?"
Meanwhile….
Izuku could count Ryuko out for pizza. He wasn't really hungry and just agreed with his surrogate aunt so she wouldn't think he wasn't appreciating her hospitality. The lights were off in the living room with the exception of the street lights. Judah and the Lion's "Beautiful Anyway" was playing softly in the background. He honestly never cared for that song, but it was Ochako's favorite.
As it filled the living room, he tried to take his mind off of today and to focus on the matter at hand - Ochako.
He whispered a prayer to God to watch over his girlfriend and their baby. The amount of stress wasn't good for the baby and he hoped that Ochako would understand it as well. She cried herself to sleep on that futon. He never left her side. He whispered in her ear, rubbing his fingers through her hair, and cradling her stomach. He couldn't describe himself as religious, but he was speaking life for Ochako and their newborn.
School was in the morning and Ochako wouldn't be there because she didn't have any of her uniforms. He would have to inform Aizawa-sensei of her absence and get her homework.
It has been hard as the rumor mill continued to fill the halls about their rendezvous. And that day at the pizzeria didn't help it. He and Ochako unanimously deleted their social media. Whatever stress that they could reduce, they would do it. Fortunately, there weren't any classmates that lived on this block. Despite that, it still didn't put anything to a peaceful rest.
He was sensing trouble and that worried him. His mother had always said that he had a knack of being discerning. In his stomach, that incident with Momo was only the tip of the iceberg. For starters, he stood up to her. She was the vice president and the primadonna of UA High. Standing up to her was like standing up to the devil. From tomorrow on, he had to be on guard. Nevertheless, he had to be ready.
For it was only a matter of time before Principal Nezu and the staff were going to find out. Especially with their new living arrangements.
"Izuku?"
Izuku jerked his forehead as he saw Ochako standing in front of him. She was wearing one of Ryuko's old pink nightgowns. Her hair was unkempt and messy. Her face was puffy. Her eyes were red. Nevertheless, he still found her to be the prettiest woman in the world.
"Why are you up, baby? Go back to sleep," he told Ochako.
"You are on my mind," replied Ochako. "I couldn't sleep knowing you are feeling troubled."
He shook his head in disagreement. "Don't worry about me. Think about yourself and our baby." He pointed at her belly. "You guys are my most important priorities."
She winced her eyes as she made her way to the couch. Izuku made room as he lied sideways, allowing his girlfriend to have room. "Thanks, baby!"
"You're welcome," replied Izuku.
She took his hand and intertwined it with hers. She moved it to her stomach where she was rubbing it gently. "Sorry for today."
Izuku remained silent for it wasn't him she was speaking with.
"I will promise you that I will be the best Mama in the world," she said as her voice faltered. "Even if…" She began to sob. "Even if Mama and Papa don't approve…" The floodgates opened as Izuku resumed his role. Cooing into her ear and rubbing his fingers through her hair.
He grabbed her tightly, kissing the nape of her neck. What words couldn't do were replaced with actions. He continued comforting her as she continued sobbing. He just held her tightly. He closed his eyes, just telling himself that was resting them.
By the time "Beautiful Anyway" finished its song, they were both into their slumber.
The next day….
The school bell rang its final bell for the day. As usual, Izuku was the last to leave the classroom. He decided to skip his day in afterschool duty as he had errands to run. He needed to stop by the pharmacy to pick up Ochako's medicine. Ryuko was working late as she and the Wild, Wild Pussycats were featured on a variety show tonight so she gave him some money to purchase dinner. On his way home, he was going to stop by the neighborhood cram school to see if they needed a tutor. He wanted to input some income for the household since Ryuko was supporting them.
Today went by without incident. Of course, jeers and catcalling came with the territory for Izuku, but he either ignored or overlooked it. The typical teenage antics were behind him as he focused on what's in front of him - providing a future for Ochako and their baby to be.
He closed his locker and put on his tennis shoes. As he was preparing to leave, a shadow stood over him.
He didn't turn around. He could easily smell the fragrance of fresh peaches. He held his peace and maintained his composure. "What's up, Yaoyorozu!"
"Wow, Midoriya! Am I that noticeable?"
He wasn't going to entertain it. After tying the final lace of his shoe, he stood up and was heading toward the exit.
"So, am I a mirage to you," asked Momo. "You're going to seriously ignore me." She whistled. "Just because you got your dick wet doesn't mean you're better than me. Just remember that, Midoriya!"
Izuku paused in his tracks. He shouldn't be entertaining this, but she had continuously called out his name the entire day. He had enough. He turned around and faced the ponytailed brunette. "Write it down, take it a picture. I don't give a damn what you do!"
"Whoa," retorted Momo jeeringly. "When did Midoriya grow some balls? Thought you would remain a pussy like some camel toe." She whistled. "Uraraka did a great job breaking you."
"Momo. I am going to say this once and only once," he said sternly. "Leave Ochako and my name out of your mouth. If you want to be a bitch, that is fine. But, not on us. You got one time and this one time. Leave me and Ochako the hell alone." He turned around and headed for the exit.
"Fine! I will leave you two alone," said Momo. "But, does that also include the baby?"
Izuku stood motionless. His action led to snickering from Yaoyorozu. "So, you are now silent, Midoriya."
"I don't know what you're talking about?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said mockingly. "Well, of course I do." She reached into a book bag and pulled out a picture. "Hmm? I have an ultrasound and I believe that that is your girlfriend's name on the image."
Izuku turned around and in her hand was a picture of Ochako's ultrasound.
"Cool thing about being rich," she said. "Connections after connections."
Izuku, out of irritation, snatched the ultrasound. She swayed her shoulders. "Feel free. I have copies physically and digitally."
"What in the hell is the matter with you," barked Izuku.
Momo produced a sinister grin. "It shouldn't be me that has the issues." She put her finger to his chest. "It is you and Ochako when Nezu finds out." She whistled loudly. "I am not sure how Nezu is going to take it when he finds out that two Pro Hero prospects are expecting. A bad image. A bad image indeed."
Izuku clenched his fists. Never in his life did he have violent thoughts of taking it out on Momo.
"Why so angry, Izuku," said Momo. "You did this to yourself."
"What do you want from us," barked Izuku. "I have done nothing to you."
"Nuh-uh," interjected Momo. "Yes you have and that was challenging me." She used her hand to push him to the ground. "And nobody dares challenge me. Nobody!" She released a cackle as she stood over him. "I am however a lenient judge and I have a way for Nezu or the school not having to find out."
"And what is that, Yaoyorozu?"
"Oh, Izuku! I think you know," she said while giggling. "Kendou, Ashido!"
Izuku turned and saw two girls heading toward his direction. Each of them had their cell phones in hand. He looked up to Momo.
"Come and keep me company for a while, Izuku baby," she said to him. "Or else!"
"You can't do this," barked Izuku. "I am not some fucking toy."
"Here is the thing, Izuku," retorted Momo. "You're not some fucking toy. You're Momo's toy. And if you play it cool and have a little fun, then we can make this entire thing disappear."
Izuku stood up. "I am not nobody's toy. I am not nobody's property. Fuck you, Momo! Fuck you, Momo!"
Ashido and Kendou continued laughing as Momo approached him. "Oh, please believe. You will be saying that after," she paused as she took a grab to his penis, "I get a taste of this Small Might."
"Fuck you!" Izuku pushed Momo to the lockers and ran out of the locker room.
He continued to run until he was far away from the school. Even as he ran, a stream of tears trailed behind him. As he feared, trouble was certainly in the mist.
To be continued….
BD: Damn! Momo is definitely an opp and I would love to slide on her, Mina, and Itsuka!
GOTA: The drama commences! So much has occurred in this chapter alone. But, you must have faith for the storm must happen before there is peace.
BD: I am not sure right now. Ryuko is having troubles. Ochako and Izuku are kicked out of their homes. Plus, adding insult to injury, Momo attempts to blackmail Izuku with sex?
GOTA: Just understand the plans that I am doing with this. Stay tuned for more!