Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you another 'Izuku's Sisters' special: 'Seven Minutes in Heaven.' In this chapter, Izuku decides to make a run for it from his loving suitors. However, just because he leaves them doesn't mean they left him. Enjoy!
He needed to get out of there. Granted, the spirit was willing. Who wouldn't want to partake in a buffet of hormonally-challenged, amorous women who wanted nothing more than to deflower them? But his poor body, particularly his Small Might, was spongy and bruised.
"Shit! No fire escape." Izuku cursed to himself. His quirk, at this point, was useless. Any amount of energy to even give himself a nano-fraction of a full cowling or a Detroit Smash went flying literally out of the window. He wasn't sure what kind of steroids Mirko was pumping every day but this woman was hot to trot and she made sure that every pelvic thrust was worth the price of admission.
"Knock, knock. How's the man of the hour, ribbit?!" It was Tsuyu that was speaking through the door. She wasn't alone as a slew of girls were knocking at the door, wanting nothing more than to play with their party favor.
"Umm…just getting a second wind, hehehe!" Izuku replied with a nervous laugh. "The energy has been taken out of me and I need a bit of juice to recharge."
"Oi!" It was Mirko that was busting against the door. "I know Mr. Tender Dick isn't talking about me. What I gave you was a warm up. Don't make me burst through this door and show you the real reason why they put me in the top 10 of being a Pro Hero. And it wasn't necessary due to making the enemies fall through their knees."
"I would listen to you if I were her." It was Momo that spoke next. "She's a literal ball buster. You can ask Shouto."
"I thought you popped his cherry, you little skank, ribbit," interjected Tsuyu.
"Can't eat something ripe without being exposed to the elements. Mom always says a test drive is necessary if you want the goods," retorted Momo.
Mirko struck the door again. "I'm serious, Izuku. Five minutes or else, there's gonna be some lucid dreaming."
"Oh, shit!" Izuku had to hold on to his balls when he heard that. Time was definitely of the element. He needed to be solution-oriented. But first he needed to analyze the situation. First things first — where in the hell was he?
"Yesterday, last period. I was leaving class when Yaoyorozu approached me with a slip of paper. When I asked what it was, she giggled and disappeared.
"Later that night, she called me asking if I had read the slip of paper. I was too busy watching Unfriended and then caught up reading Chainsaw Man fanfiction to open it. Naturally I assumed that it was a dirty joke that she didn't want to be digitally traced. She told me that it was a party invitation but it was a selective party invitation due to the venue's policy of limited space. She said that she didn't want to make the others feel bad so that's why she did it on paper instead.
"Flattered I was but at the same time I felt bad for those who couldn't come. So when I asked who was attending, she said that she couldn't say and it would be a surprise. The urgency in her voice indicated, if not dictated that she wanted me at this party. And typical me, being subjective with guilt, decided to come along. Plus I haven't been out of the house in a while and decided that I needed to expand my social circle besides Uraraka and Iida.
"She was thrilled and said that she would pick me up via courier the next evening and then she hung up. Thinking nothing of it, I went to bed, thinking that this would be another high school party.
"And boy, was I wrong."
"But it still doesn't answer my question of my whereabouts." Izuku said softly. He had to keep quiet as who knows who was listening.
…!
"Three minutes, Rabbit Boy!" Mirko announced as she knocked on the door harshly. "And I don't care who goes next but Rabbit Boy is coming home with me tonight."
"Who died and made you Queen Bitch?!" Tsuyu retorted.
"I wouldn't know, probably ask your mama!" Mirko responded back. "Cause your papa is always coming on to me and over me, ribbit!"
"Keep calm, Izuku. Keep calm!" Izuku said to himself. Time was of the literal essence. No point in grabbing his cell phone. That only lifeline was taken away the moment he stepped inside. Once again, where in the hell was he?
"I can assume that this is a hotel suite. There is nothing in here that shows common, familial household use." He observed the temporary oasis — a bidet, a garden tub with a separate walk-in shower, the standard toilet, a linen closet, a laundry chute, a….
"Wait a minute? Laundry chute!" As if Dio himself had come down and answered his prayers, there was a window to jump out of. Better yet, jump into.
"One minute, Rabbit Boy!" Mirko barked again. "Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven, fifty-six…"
The cacophonic group joined Mirko in her chat of the final countdown. What proved evident was the bouncing of the door.
"Forty-one, forty, thirty-nine, thirty-eight, thirty-seven…."
Izuku looked at the size of the laundry chute. As wide as a window but as tall as two, maybe three fourteen-inch laptop screens. "My brain is a bit fuzzy and I know I have been slacking on my math but…"
"Twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen, sixteen…."
"I got to take my chances." He looked to the sky. "Esdeath, if I don't make it, then I am coming on to you."
"Ten, nine, eight, seven…."
He decided to go in feet first, climbing backwards into the chute.
"Five, four…" The sound of the bathroom door cracking.
"Get in, damn it," he said to himself when he managed to step inside. He saw a rope. The gods have been listening.
"Suppertime, Rabbit Boy!" Mirko cried out.
"Zero!" Izuku said as he grabbed the rope and lowered himself down the chute. In hindsight, he didn't predict the leverage as he began traveling at a high rate of speed.
Out of instinct, he stuck his legs out and attempted to put his foot to slow down. After an additional few feet, it worked. It was dark and he had to remain calm. Who knew how deep this thing could be — twenty feet? Two hundred feet? Either way, it was better in here than in there.
He needed to focus. As he recalled, while traveling down the chute, he saw slits of light. If that was the case, then that would lead to another laundry chute, thus to another room.
"Okay, take deep breaths and relax. You have been in worse positions than this. At least Overhaul won't come through the walls. Right? Right?!" He said to himself. Seeing a slit of light, he used his feet to push the door open.
"One, two, three!" He swung the rope to push to the door and he propped it open. Being as careful as possible, he slowly slid into the door and out of the chute. Upon getting out, he landed on his butt.
"Oww~!" The teen hissed. "Oww~!" He hissed again. "Oww~!" He hissed for the third time.
After a few additional moments of temporary discomfort, he hopped from the floor. Upon obvious observation, it was another bathroom. "This is going to be awkward," he said to himself. How could he explain to the occupants that he was escaping from a sex-capade upstairs?
"Let me see if the window was an opportunity first," he said to himself. He jumped into the garden tub and climbed to the window. As he peeped, his eyes began to widen.
"Bonza!" Izuku harked until he covered his mouth. He was on the road to freedom. A fire escape! He didn't have his cell phone, no identification, nothing to indicate that he was actually Izuku Midoriya. Nevertheless, he was a free man.
A formidable excuse must be made when he headed back home to his mother's. She wasn't going to believe that her little bunny rabbit was out jumping from hole to hole. At least her mother was still naive to think that her son wouldn't get involved in a rendezvous just like that. Auntie Mitsuki was partially to blame. She didn't think Izuku had it in him unlike her wayward son, Kacchan. Since the tender age of 1X, he has been jumping bones and hiding his bones in various holes.
He opened the latch that led to the fire escape. It was warm enough outside so he wouldn't have to worry about catching a cold. He was careful climbing out as he was barefooted and didn't want to cut himself. Last thing he needed to add to his bruised pelvis was tetanus.
He took his time as he stepped down the ledge. He was careful not to make a disturbance either. The perception of time was a question. All he knew was that it could be three in the morning or seven in the evening.
Finally, he was on the last row of stairs. He sat at the edge as he jumped the three or four feet to the ground. Knowing that he was free, he let out another sigh of relief.
"Oi, Rabbit Boy! Think you're gonna leave without getting some supper?!"
Izuku turned his head and saw the group of girls from the party that were vying for his affection. With Mirko leading the crowd. "Tsugeki suru (charge)!"
And like that, the emerald-haired teen began to sprint.
As he ran, a chorus of excited laughter and determined footsteps echoed behind him.
"Izuku, wait up!" Mina called out, her pink-skinned form bouncing with each step.
"You can't escape the love, Midoriya!" shouted Mirko, following closely behind, though her intentions were far from romantic and more so lust. "I'm coming for that ass, Rabbit Boy!"
"Why are you running?" Nejire cried. "Come back here, Icchan! Embrace the love. Embrace us!"
Izuku's emerald eyes widened as he turned a corner, spotting a door marked "Stairs." Without a second thought, he flung it open and bolted down, taking the steps two at a time. The sound of footsteps persisted, but Izuku was determined to evade his pursuers.
He reached the bottom of the stairs and found himself in a dimly lit basement corridor. The air was thick with the scent of dust and old books. Glancing over his shoulder, Izuku caught a glimpse of the determined expressions on the faces of his classmates.
"I need to find a place to hide," he mumbled to himself, scanning the corridor for any potential escape routes.
As he hurried along, he noticed a door with a rusty sign that read "Storage Room." Without hesitation, Izuku pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was filled with dusty boxes and old equipment, providing ample hiding spots.
Izuku crouched behind a stack of crates, trying to catch his breath. He could hear the girls approaching, their voices echoing in the corridor.
"Where did he go?" Tsuyu asked.
"Split up and search!" Mirko responded.
Izuku held his breath, hoping his classmates wouldn't discover his hiding spot. The sound of footsteps grew faint as the girls fanned out to search the basement.
Seconds felt like minutes as Izuku waited, his heart pounding in his chest. Just when he thought he might have successfully evaded them, he heard footsteps approaching the storage room.
"Izuku, we know you're in here!" called Momo, her voice echoing through the corridor.
Panicking, Izuku glanced around for an alternative escape route. Spotting a small door at the far end of the room, he quietly tiptoed towards it. With a quick turn of the handle, he slipped through and found himself in an even darker passage.
As the girls burst into the storage room, Izuku was already on the move, weaving through the labyrinthine basement in a desperate attempt to shake off his relentless pursuers.
Izuku's breaths came in ragged gasps as he raced up the stairs, hoping to put as much distance as possible between himself and the enthusiastic pursuit behind him. Reaching the top, he found another hallway stretching before him. As he darted down the corridor, he stumbled upon a set of swinging double doors, and the sound of smooth jazz wafted through the air.
Pushing the doors open cautiously, Izuku found himself in a surprisingly elegant kitchen, complete with stainless steel countertops and hanging copper pots. His wide eyes scanned the area, realizing that this wasn't just any kitchen—it was a jazz bar.
The rhythmic beats of a double bass resonated through the room, and the soft glow of dimmed lights painted the space in warm hues. The ambiance was a stark contrast to the chaos of the chase outside.
"Excuse me, little boy. Can I help you?"
It was a female bartender. Dressed in a conventional male's bartending attire, she was polishing a glass when she approached the boy. She arched an eyebrow. "Are you okay, boy? It looks like you have been running from a ghost."
Izuku began panting. "If…if…um…if you only knew what I have been running from."
To be continued….