It was a quiet Saturday evening at the Midoriya residence. Izuku was lying in bed reading comics as he was contemplating on calling Shouto or Tenya to hang out at the arcade this evening.

"Icchan, come to the kitchen," said his mother.

"Okay," he said as he stumbled out of bed. Scratching under his arms as he realized that he spent the entire Saturday staying in one spot.

Inko was pouring onions into her soup when Izuku entered the kitchen. "Yeah, Mom," asked Izuku. Inko gave Izuku a coupon. She gave her usual motherly smile. "It's a free coupon...to the new bathhouse around the corner."

"There's another one?"

She was stirring the pot. "Yeah, you know it's the rage with the tourists around here. Pop-ups and all." She smiled, displaying stars in her eyes. "Plus, it's FREE! I would go tonight, but I am cooking dinner. So, I suggest you should go."

"Mom," he groaned. "Don't feel like taking a shower right now." He pinched a wedgie from his butt. "And besides, I plan to go hang with Shouto and Tenya tonight."

She began chopping the beef. "Izuku Midoriya! This coupon is one night only." She narrowed her eyes. "And you know how I deal with deals." She produced another smile as she chopped the beef. "Plus, it's FREE!"

"Well, if you think it's important, Mom. Then, you should go!" He said respectfully. "I can watch the stew."

A harsh sound hit the cutting board. Izuku saw the black haze over his mother as she produced a harsh smile. "This new knife I ordered on Groupon is amazing." She glared at her son with intent. "Can cut any kind of zucchini-like objects."

Panicking, he produced a nervous smile. "Well, that sounds like affirmation of parent approval with this coupon." He looked at the coupon. "So, one night only? Don't need to waste that."

"Good, sweetie," she said as she lifted the knife. "Mother is really proud of you." She put the meat on the skillet. "Besides, you are smelling quite more oniony than these onions."

Twenty minutes later….

According to the directions on the back of the coupon, the bathhouse was a few blocks away. Carrying his toiletries, he took the eight-block walk toward there. His mother needs to give him a perception when determining "around the corner."

He called the boys and told him that the arcade was still on. He just needed an extra hour and to make sure that Katsuki doesn't beat his high score on Mortal Kombat. He was a bit worried about his mother. Wasn't the first time she threatened violence on the emerald-haired teen.

Don't want to take out the trash? This new garbage bag has a flex-sealed grip. Can dispose and conceal any kind of scent. Even spoiled meat.

Don't want to clean the sink? Dear, this new cleaner I bought from the shop down the street says it can do anything. Even contains hydrochloric acid and lye. Can remove any kind of material.

Don't want to share a bed with Mommy. I had this new sleeping medicine to calm your worry. Too much of that chlor...medicine and it's night-night.

"She must be sexually frustrated," said Izuku to himself. "It has been a while since Dad has been home."

It was near eight o'clock in the evening when Izuku arrived at the bathhouse. As he had thought, it was a pop-up kind of shop. It wasn't the worst. More of snug than a magnum. He saw the sign showing that it was closed. He scanned through the window, seeing if anyone would open. He looked at his coupon for a contact number. As he was looking through his phone, he heard someone calling his name.

"Izuku?"

He quickly turned. He put his back against the door when seeing a short blue-haired girl in front of him. She was tickled when seeing him becoming a bit frightened.

"Nejire?"

The blue-haired was tickled. "She did say that you get jumpy at surprises," she told him.

"Mom called me?"

She displayed her cutesy smile. "Yep! She wanted to be sure that you got here." She lowered her eyes. "Or a certain part of you...was...to...be...taken!" She blew into his face, which made him jumped and blushed once again.

Nejire tucked her stomach as she giggled. "I'm poking fun. C'mon in. Welcome to Molly House."

A bit generic but okay!

"You're my first customer of the day," she told him as they stepped inside. "I feel honored."

"Thanks, I think," replied Izuku as he gave her his coupon.

"Thanks, my goodness, I am excited."

"Excited to do this?"

"Yep! It's a job and I love making people happy." Nejire began jumping and making helicopter noises around the room. Izuku had to remind himself of the oddness and cuteness of his senpai.

"So, follow the arrows and it will lead you to your side of the bathroom," she told him. "Towels are in the locker room. There is a sauna to relieve your pores. Enjoy yourself. If you need anything, just whistle." She narrowed her eyes alluringly. "You know how to whistle? Don't you?"

Izuku was trying to be modest. Her clothes weren't of the traditional attire of a worker. She was wearing a blue cutesy one-piece swimsuit (his strike zone) that was tightened in all of the right places (his other strike zone).

His thoughts faded when she was face-to-face with him. "You can whistle, can you?"

He whistled like a steam engine. He bowed before walking away from Nejire.

As Nejire watched him turn, she began blushing hard. "He's so cute when he wants to be."

She walked toward the door and saw the closed sign. She was to be sure that it was kept closed. She turned off the front lights. She paced to the closet. She needed a couple of items. She ignored the muffling noises of the owner in there. She kicked him. "Hush, you pest! I said I will untie you when I am finished." She glared at him. "Do you not want to get arrested, you pervert?" The owner shook his head in disagreement. She smiled. "Good?" She punched him in the face, making sure that he stays asleep.

Nejire Hado, a three-year student at UA High. The envy and adoration of the students there. She was a heartbreaker, a heartthrob.

She developed a psychotic grin on her face along with her heart-shaped pupils. "And a little bit batshit crazy." She closed the door as she hopped towards the boys' bathroom. "And a bit possessive about my kouhai, Deku!"

Nejire was lying to herself. She was possessive AND obsessive about her cinnamon roll. As far back as she can remember, since his admission to the school, she made her constant cheeks. Speaking of which, she went to the table where she kept her notebook. She called it her "Deku Memo."

October 13, 20XX,

I can't believe that my darling Deku is in the bathhouse. THE BATHHOUSE! My heart is melting. I want to cry. I am getting wet (in many ways than one XD). That lecherous pervert spying on me was a blessing from the gods. Of course, he wasn't unpunished. Gave him just desserts.

Nevertheless, things are going according to plan.

I knew that Inko always goes grocery shopping around 10:15ish. So, I knew to present myself as a friendly promoter for the bathhouse.

Later as I "checked" on my Deku from his window, I saw he was reading comic books. My lazy honey as he picked at his bellybutton and scratched under his arms. Don't be slick, sweetheart, I knew you jerked off quietly from time to time without getting your mother suspicious.

You were jerking off to those bimbos. Big breasted sluts that wouldn't know how to handle it. Good thing you didn't mention any names. I knew that I didn't hear mine (yet). But God forbid it to be Camie or Kayama-sensei, Ryuko, that bitch Momo, Ochako, Toru, Tsuyu, Yui, ITSUKA, SETSUNA, and the raggedy bitch, Ibarra, I would have lost my mind! After schlicking myself to you, I saw you return to your using reading.

I know that you have a gentle soul. God, I envy your pajamas and boxers that got coated by MY sperm. I will be sure to take those before you leave, darling.

Yet again, you aren't going to leave. I know you have plans tonight with Tenya and Shouto. You thought you have plans. Well, you do. Tonight, we will have so much fun. Even if you want it or not, I will make you feel things that you want to seek a higher power after this.

Not one soul is going to have you. Not one, baby. And speaking of baby, I will be sure that you will make this the best graduation present ever, my dear Deku.

Well, enough wasting time. Time to make my presence known.

End of journal.

P.S. I took a handful of fertility pills before he showed up here. So, it is definitely NOT a safe day. Fingers crossed!

Nejire!

XOXOXOXOXOXO

Meanwhile in the bathroom….

The display reminded Izuku of early 20th century homes in New England. The bathroom was moderately large. The sink stood in the middle of the floor. From his position, he saw water running from the bidet. As he walked forward, he saw the tub was alone. There were no curtains. Everything was white and marbled. The walls, the tub, the sink, everything.

He returned to the locker room. He carefully balled his pajamas and boxers inside of his shirt. He didn't want anyone (though he doubted it) to see his shame. He placed it inside of the plastic bag provided in his locker.

He grabbed his towel and his bath kit. He put on his sandals and entered the bathroom.

Nejire sneakily entered his locker. She reached for the plastic bag. Immediately she aimed for his undergarments. She inhaled deeply. She whispered, "it tasted like I dreamed it would."

She tried not to spend too long. As much as she enjoyed his scent, there was something fresher waiting in the bathroom.

"Izuku kouhai," she purred to him. Your lovely future wife/mistress is here!

To be continued….