Hey, guys! BD and GOTA are back with the sequel to 'Crazy. Reckless. Teenage. Love.' Unlike its predecessor, this story will be more lighthearted, comical, romantic, and fluffy. However, don't be surprised when drama strikes its head. Nevertheless, we promise to make it a fulfilling story. As a reminder, this is a work of fiction. This is an OOC Izuku x OOC Melissa love story. Enjoy!

A year has passed since Izuku and Melissa's steamy, yet bittersweet encounter at the news station. Now, they are officially a couple. They are even living together. They even plan for their future together. But what happens when certain loose ends return? The confusion of love between two earnestly awkward teens continues.

Floating on cloud nine was a poor choice of words. Unless that cloud was low as the morning bog he encounters whenever he jogs through the neighborhood, then it would all make sense. He thought that by quitting cigarettes, he could have the aptness to overcome hangovers. Looking back now, it didn't make sense. Maybe it was his mother's way of deterring the eighteen-year-old from involving himself with vices. In his mother's mind, just because it was customary and traditional to drink with one's friends until they were seeing sounds didn't make it necessary to do the same.

As Izuku sat on the toilet, his mother's words were reeling in like his current hangover. It draped over his brain, marinating the synapses, bathing in the salts of yesterday as it absorbed every single thing that is accepted by the neurons. Yet again, Izuku could be wrong. Science wasn't really his strong suit as he barely passed this winter's exam. If it wasn't for a certain blonde, then he would be probably taking supplementary classes during winter break.

Holding the plastic cup, he poured Pepto Bismil inside. He even added Alka-Seltzer into the concoction. And what wouldn't be a classic "Hair of the Dog" without another shot of tequila. He mustered himself to drink this concoction. After making a sign of the cross, he quickly ingested the medicine. He contested the retching. He had enough of that from the previous night. Singing "Baa Baa Black Sheep" on the Uber ride home while Melissa was holding onto his hairs so he wouldn't find crusty katsudon on his forehead. Laughter and crying as he continued retching into the toilet. Whispering sweet nothings to the woman that was acting like a surrogate sister as she waited it out through the night.

After all, this was his first night drinking with his girlfriend.

For that night was a special occasion.

He flushed the toilet, thanking the gods that he wouldn't have any diuretic trouble. He recalled his mother explaining the consequences of drinking and constant use of the restroom on both ends could occur. It mattered not as he pulled his boxer shorts. He tossed the plastic cup in the trash can nearby. Scratching under his arm, he walked out of the bathroom as he pondered on whether would black coffee or black tea could assist his hangover.

"Uh, uh, uh! I didn't hear the sound of you washing your hands." Inches away from the drunken teen belied the damsel, if not his savior of the night. She was reclining on the couch while reading Hot Gimmick. Izuku forgot that he had purchased that comic book. Out of a whim he called it as it was a three for one sale at the bookstore in the garden district. Assassination Classroom and The World God Only Knows were the main subjects of his pursuits.

"Sorry," he mustered before walking back to the bathroom. As he turned on the sound of the sink, he could hear Melissa humming as she was reading the comic. When the blonde hummed, it was pleasant. It sounded like a bird on a cool Spring morning, celebrating another day of life before it goes and collects worms to feed their young. He liked how she hummed. It was sweet, carefree, giving him reminders that life can be better. In a way, life has been better since Melissa had entered his life.

"The weatherman said that it's gonna be a bit chilly today," said Melissa.

Izuku doused his face in hot water as he decided to get the day started. "Really?"

"Hmm, hmm," she said. "So it means that you can wear the sweatshirt I purchased for you?"

"Really," he groaned. "What's wrong with the peacoat I got?"

The sound of the manga being placed on the table indicated that she was coming towards him. Tiny footsteps made its presence known as she approached the corner of the bathroom. Izuku could look in the mirror at his girlfriend's presence - unkempt hair, wearing her glasses, sporting the same white nightgown with the coffee stain from a couple days prior, and wearing the worn out house shoes she purchased from a dollar store when arriving in Japan. There was crust in her eyes and the combination of chalky coffee and morning breath was apparent. Nevertheless, these were the moments in which Izuku found Melissa at her prettiest. He had hoped to God that she didn't take it wrong, but this was the real Melissa. The fact he could see the prim-and-proper looking Melissa when she was preparing for the newscast or whenever she had meetings with her colleagues. Or better yet, the days when they would go on dates.

Melissa Shield had that kind of charm that was appealing - men and women alike would flock to her like bees when seeing sweet nectar. She had a fetching nature, even to the point that she may have encouraged it. Nevertheless, the certainty was always reminded that Melissa was Izuku and Izuku's alone.

The pendant that he purchased for her last Christmas was a strong indicator for that.

She perched inside of the tiny bathroom. "Well, for starters, baby." She went around him and grabbed the brush from the medicine cabinet. "Your peacoat has seen better days. Golden Week has passed and I can still smell the curry that hot pot your mother made."

He blushed, especially when feeling his woman proceeding to brush his hair. "This peacoat has been with me since I was like fourteen. It's a part of me, a tapestry of my past."

"Have you been reading shoujo manga again," she said while slapping his butt.

He began fumbling. "Well...well. Anyway, I like my peacoat. That doesn't bother anyone else."

"But, you're not everyone's boyfriend," she retorted. She heard the groan rattling from his throat. "You're my boyfriend."

It has been nearly two months since Melissa and Izuku decided to move in together. A couple of months prior, Izuku's mother, Inko, finally received the opportunity for a promotion as manager of the A/V department with TV Tokyo's sister station in Sapporo. With that promotion came a raise. Izuku was happy that her hard work had finally come into fruition. He could recall the countless times of her hard back-breaking work she put onto her former station. Nevertheless, the emerald-haired teen was happy with his mother.

On a related note, his mother and his Uncle Toshi have officially become a couple. No longer did Inko feel ashamed to hide their relationship. Izuku gave them his blessing to blossom their relationship. Uncle Toshi would be preparing to leave his post at UA High at the end of the semester as he planned to move to Sapporo with Inko. So much so that Uncle Toshi had made hints to the emerald-haired teen that he plans to propose to his mother.

Instead of heading to Sapporo, he decided to stay with Melissa so he could finish his last semester at UA High.

In the eyes of his mother, it was supposed to be only temporary.

"By the way, baby, the municipal office called to inform us that your name would be etched onto the plate before the end of the week," she said as she continued brushing behind his ears. Izuku took that opportunity to brush his teeth. He was grateful that the subject of his peacoat was behind him. That way, on his way out, he could sneak and grab it. Normally when he leaves for school, Melissa heads to the shower as she prepares for work. If he can plan this correctly, then this could be successful.

Despite not being a school day, Izuku still had plans.

The blonde tugged his ear. "Clothy-cloth ears, didn't you hear me? We are becoming official."

Izuku shrugged his shoulders. "Yes, baby, I did. You must have forgotten that your voice sounds like a crescendo being played at the Hollywood Bowl." The emerald-haired teen spat out the toothpaste foam. Opening up the medicine cabinet, he reached for the mouthwash. "Even Present Mic is able to control his decibels."

She clicked her tongue. She lowered her voice. "Oi! No one forced you to drain those tequila slammers."

He spat on the sink before he quickly shifted his head. "Really? Do we need Iida or Todoroki to recount the events that were filmed?" He pointed to his pocket. "Toilets are no longer used to read magazines anymore, darling."

She averted her eyes. "Guilty." She slapped his back. "Hey, it was a special occasion, silly!"

Izuku didn't answer. He wasn't sure that going to an event to celebrate one's breakup constitutes a celebration. It was one of Melissa's girlfriends that came to visit from California and decided to pay Melissa a visit. With some of her friends, they celebrated at the drink bar and Izuku's decision to pop his cherry on alcohol was feasible since drinks were on Melissa's friend.

He gave himself a final look at the mirror before shutting off the light. He exited out of the bathroom. He could tell that it was going to be a blonde coffee type of day. He walked back into the living room, grabbing the remote to turn on the heat as it was sort of chilly. He felt the coolness of the bare floor with his feet as he pulled the coffee pot to quell his lingering hangover. As he was opening up the cabinet to find his sustenance, Melissa positioned herself next to the stove.

She produced a Cheshire grin. "C'mon, Izuku! Us girls wanted to have a great time." She crossed her arms. "After all, I did have a certain eye candy on my arm." She winked at him.

"Like adding fuel to the fire, baby," he said. "She was happy to have her friends, but you could tell that the breakup wasn't amicable." He went to the fridge for his vanilla creamer. He could already tell that it was expired. He was fortunate to have dry creamer in the cabinet. "What better way to drown your sorrows is with your friends?"

Melissa wasn't certain if it was sarcasm or a statement of facts. Izuku had that way with him. The way he conveyed his words - always philosophical, rationalizing any reason of thought. Maybe that was why she was pulled to him. However, he would never correct her, believing that it was the way she was operated - as is. Melissa clutched her chest whenever she thought about moments like these.

"But hey, I don't know sometimes," he said as he was pouring water into the pot. "You are my second girlfriend, you know."

Melissa extended her hand to grab his elbow. Izuku turned to her. It was a pregnant silence. Words wanted to be said, but they could never come out.

Izuku would like to think that this was normalcy in a newfound relationship. In June of last year, he and Melissa officially became a couple.

Izuku couldn't recall the words that made him say the magic words that she wanted to hear since that fateful event on that thunderous night in December. Matter of factly, Izuku couldn't believe that it has been over a year since that incident in the greeting room.

So much has changed with him. With Melissa. With his mother.

And among others as well.

Before either party could utter a vowel or a consonant, Melissa's Smartwatch went off. Her eyes were wide as saucers when seeing the person behind the call. "Let me take this real quick." Izuku wavered his hands as she took the call.

Izuku turned his back to the coffee maker. The sound of the brewing coffee was making his presence known. He sat and watched the grams become moistened by the liquid to make its good taste.

Today was going to be a busy day, something he should have considered prior to engaging that night with his girlfriend. He was going back to his former home to assist the moving company with some boxes that were going to be sent to his mother in Sapporo. He was then meeting with Uncle Toshi to hand over the keys of their apartment as he was going to take it to the landlord. Next, he had to make a trip to the school to fill out paperwork on finalizing his school choices as high school graduation draws near.

Finally and certainly not the least, he has a job interview.

It was Melissa's idea to find a part-time job. She knew that since their moving in together, expenses have increased and she thought it would teach him to be a contributing member of the household. Also, Izuku was still in a bidding war with certain universities in Japan and the United States. The University of Washington accepted his admission to attend the university in September. However, the University of Hokkaido accepted his admission to attend in April. As of now, he hasn't made any decisions, deciding whether what was Melissa's plans with her tenure at the news station.

As he inhaled the fragrance of hazelnut, he had never thought he could be a tutor. Melissa explained to him that tutors make great money and she knew a company that she personally recommended to him. So, once again, Izuku would have attended supplementary lessons and remained unemployed if it hadn't been for his girlfriend.

"Sorry, baby. That was my manager calling me." Melissa rushed back to the kitchen. Izuku noticed that her flush was flushed. He raised his eyebrow. "Is everything okay?"

Melissa nodded in compliance. "Yeah!" She produced a smile, swaying her arms. "Say, baby. What if I tell you that we have another reason to celebrate."

He leaned back to the countertop. "And what would that be, my little Faunus?!"

She blushed whenever he would say that to her. "Well, my little Jaune of Arc, what would you think about…." She paused, only this time, pressing herself closer to Izuku. "What would you think of me…" She placed her hands on his chest. She positioned her body onto him, leaving no room for space. She put her lips around his neck. "Remember saying that if you were to go to Seattle, then it may complicate things?"

Izuku's breath was labored. He was unable to process that sentence. Using her free hand, she was gripping onto his now stirring cock. "Do you recall having that conversation? No?"

Izuku nodded, knowing how the teen could find the right spots to make him feel good. Melissa inserted her hand into his boxers, slowly caressing his penis as it was becoming alert. "Answer me, baby?"

"Yeah," he managed to say.

"Well, an internship happened to open up, according to my manager," she said devilishly. "And since I knew how much you wanted to go to the States, my manager made some calls. So, guess who will be joining you in the latter half of the year?"

Izuku couldn't answer. How could he if she was going up-and-down his shaft. He was fortunate that the counter was keeping his posture. She was tickled. "I can tell by your precum that you are really wet," she said with a cheeky grin. "All work and no play makes this blonde a dull girl."

"Baby," he said. "I...I...got things...to..to..do…"

She gripped his shaft, going counterclockwise or clockwise in motion. She blew into his ear. "You're not going anywhere right now." She used her free hand to lift his chin. She enveloped her lips with his. Each time they kissed, her body gradually proceeded to hump onto his. Innate with the fact that she wanted sex, Izuku wasn't going to deny her demands.

"Make them wait," she said in a ghastly moan.

Izuku bit into his lip when surprisingly he gripped Melissa's ass. She hissed as she felt his hands kneading her supple ass like dough. Each of them battled their tongues, contesting on which one was the victor. Melissa didn't want to admit that whenever Izuku took charge, she would easily become wet.

Izuku broke the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva between the two. Without a second to think, Izuku turned Melissa's body around. Her eyes widened when feeling her panties riding the crack of her ass.

"Hmm," said Izuku alluringly. "I can smell the musk of your pussy. I bet you were begging for this cock."

Melissa began blushing. "Don't say it like…" She was cut off when Izuku used his one hand to pull onto her panties. She became flushed, biting onto her soft lips, feeling the tightness of her pussy constricting her bean.

Izuku didn't hesitate to use his other hand to caress her pussy. "Hmm! Your juices say that you are hot to trot." He bit onto her ear. "You want a taste of this dick, Melissa?"

Melissa couldn't deny it. Even as he was teasing her, her protruding nipples, her flushed face couldn't hide that she wanted to be sated by her baby.

"Would you like me to fuck your cunny?"

She greedily hummed. "Hmm, hmm! Fuck my cunny!"

Izuku pushed Melissa to the kitchen table. He moved aside anything obstructing them from their having sex. Izuku knew that Melissa was on the pill, so a condom wasn't necessary. He spanked her ass as she was propped on the table. Using his hand, he spread her asscheeks.

"By the gods," she cried.

Izuku didn't answer. He spat on his hand, using it as lube to apply to his dick. Feeling hard, he used it to slap her ass. Using his finger to spread her pussy lips, he crammed his dick inside of her pussy.

"There you go," he said. "Hmm, damn you're extra tight!"

Melissa loved whenever Izuku became this way. Although she enjoyed dominating her precious cinnamon roll, she loved it when he took the role of being the dominant man she aspired to be. She watched as this boy was becoming a man. The confidence he has exuded in the last fourteen months has shown that Izuku was on the right track to manhood.

The table began rattling. Melissa gripped both hands on the table while Izuku was stabbing her wound. She was laughing in ecstasy as if she was being deflowered all over again.

"There you go! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Melissa was crying. Drool was produced onto the table. Her eyes wanted to roll to the back of her head as she continued feeling her pussy being cleaned out by his monstrous dick.

Izuku thrust his hips like a piston. He used his hands to grip her ass, but his fingers kept slipping. He leaned over as he put all of his might into it.

"Your folds are enveloping me. It's like it doesn't want to leave," he said.

Melissa was getting soaked. As her tities were grinding against the table, she was feeling the juices dripping onto the floor. The way he was thrusting, she could tell that he was going to blow a fat wad of his seed inside of her. Meanwhile, Izuku felt the hotness of her pussy. Despite wanting to slow down, his hips wouldn't obey. He was getting close as the build up was evacuating from his balls.

"Fuck me, Deku! Fuck me, Deku! Fuck me, Deku!"

"Damn, Melissa! Ride this dick! Tell me who you belong to?"

"You, baby! Yours and yours alone!"

Izuku slapped her ass. "Going to cream this snatch. Going to drown your kitty with my spunk."

"Use that sword of yours to clean out my sheath."

"Oh, it is almost there." Izuku's face contorted. Straining as he could feel his semen gushing onto his dick. "I am cumming, Melissa! Take this spunk, baby!"

Melissa felt Izuku's sperm depositing into her bank. Melissa welcomed each and every spurt. By that time, a reservoir of her saliva was collecting all over the table. Then, Izuku became flushed when hearing the sound of her juices spilling out onto the floor.

"I came," she managed to say. She felt Izuku's hands releasing her before she collapsed to the floor.

Melissa was panting. Still reeling in the assertiveness of Izuku when having sex. She heard the sound of the refrigerator opening and felt the coolness of the bottled water.

"Thanks, Izuku," said Melissa.

"You're welcome," said Izuku. He turned away, blushing at the sight from what he had done. He went to the closet where he retrieved a mop and a broom so he could clean their mess.

About thirty minutes later….

Melissa was kind enough to make his coffee to go. The hangover was definitely an afterthought as he was putting on his shoes at the entrance. Melissa stood over him like a waiting wife as he got ready to prepare his errands. He turned to Melissa. "Let's talk more about this new opportunity for us when I get back."

"Certainly!" Melissa was clutching her shirt. "I can see if my friend can buy us some drinks so we can celebrate." She slapped her forehead. "The prowess of being underaged."

"Relax, you're almost there," said Izuku as he was putting on his last shoe.

"And baby?"

"Yeah?" Izuku frowned when he saw the sweatshirt produced behind her back. "Don't forget this," she said while smiling with her eyes closed.

"Golly," he said sarcastically. "I sure didn't want to forget that."

She kneeled down and kissed him on the cheek. "Have a great day, darling. Be sure to pick up dinner on the way back."

"Nigerian or French?"

"What do you think?"

"You always loved kissing the French's ass."

"Yeah, yeah!"

"Hai, hai," said Izuku as he stood up. He turned to give Melissa a final look before opening the door to leave their apartment. "And Melissa?"

"Yeah?"

"Just wanted to say thank you." He blushed. "And I love you!"

She rushed to give him one more kiss on the lips. "I love you, too!"

He touched her cheek before stepping out of the apartment, leaving Melissa behind as he closed the door.

Reasons why I like Izuku Midoriya: his subtlety and optimism.

Reasons why I like Melissa Shield: her candid spirit and accepting me as I am.

To be continued….