The sun was bearing heavily on Izuku as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm. He looked in agony when making the regrettable decision of helping Kayama-sensei with her swimming pool.

He dropped the brush as he looked at the scum, algae, and dirt littering the pool. The pool was wide as an Olympic-sized pool, Izuku thought to himself. In his mind, it would take hours, if not the whole weekend to clean the pool. He sighed as he knew it was a challenge she asked of him. Also, he was doing the task alone.

"Everything okay, Izuku," asked Kayama-sensei as she looked from her patio balcony.

Izuku looked to his wonder as she was wearing a red two-piece bikini that hugged her in all of the right places. Judging of the swimwear, he knew it had to be imported. What was amazing was to see his teacher's broader side. Her hair was flowing in the air. Amazing look for her, especially if there wasn't any wind.

"I'm okay," replied Izuku. He was lying, but couldn't admit to telling the truth. He wanted to go home. He was tired of being in the heat. But, her beauty was hindering his better judgment. In the end, his hormones were the champion. "Just taking a break."

"That is fine, my dear," she said. "When you are finished with the three-foot part, come inside and wash up for lunch. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, ma'am," he answered while giving a thumbs up. She turned away from the balcony and Izuku returned back to the task at hand. He cursed himself and his classmates for not making their end of the bargain.

I thought all of you were coming. You said 'it wasn't every day for a hot teacher wanting our assistance.' 'There was a chance we were going to see a boob.' 'Maybe she offers us some extra credit.' What a bunch of cowards and wimps.

He grabbed the brush and resumed his work.

Earlier in the week, the very attractive popular Pro Hero History teacher asked for the assistance of those helping her with her swimming pool. She offered those that help some money and an opportunity to swim in her pool. Of course, the boys drooled of the thought of seeing her in a bikini. Why not? She was one of the most, if not the only, attractive teacher in their school. Izuku knew of the incentives and excitedly raised his hand in anticipation.

After school, the invitation to Kayama-sensei's cottage was the talk of the school. Whispers and murmurs of the intended weekend were looming through the ears of the boys and the girls. It was passed through the notes in class. It was talked about through email and social networks.

As he was scraping up the algae from his arm, where, in the hell, were those boys that were supposed to have wanted granted access to the Midnight show? An exclusive viewing of Midnight right in their very eyes? Izuku valued his teacher and tried not to think feverishly perverted like his other male counterparts. He was a male, he admitted, and his hormones were his sin.

Meanwhile in the cottage….

Nemuri Kayama had the table set for Izuku for lunch. It was a simple lunch: turkey sandwiches and potato chips with barley tea. Nemuri found it a privilege for Izuku to sacrifice his weekend with her swimming pool. She found it to be an admirable task.

A task that she purposely set up in the first place.

A couple of days earlier at school….

Something how easy and simple-minded young boys were when it came to women. Kayama-sensei listened on her planning period as the boys were gathering under the bleachers outside. Many of them, including Izuku, were talking about the ideas on what they would do with the Pro Hero 18+.

I hope she is wearing a bikini.

Let's drop something so we can give her an excuse to bend over.

Let's get her into an "accident" where she loses her top.

Just being there is enough to pop my top with her.

I think Deku already had the privilege of that.

She watched as Izuku turned red from the sudden outcome, but it quickly went away when one of the boys decided that they were going to take pictures of their beautiful creamy-skinned teacher. She tried to keep her composure after watching class 'leader' Katsuki establishing these orders. She didn't like how he thinks he can have a peep of her. A cold day in hell, Bakugou!

Take a picture in her bikini? That is a great idea!

I saw it in a manga that I read. Imagine what kind of killing we can make?

Dude, we can make some funds. Serious coins.

Yeah, many boys throughout the prefecture wouldn't mind popping their tops from Kayama-sensei.

We should sell them for $15 a pop.

$15? Are you crazy? She is a goddess. I am selling these babies for $29.95.

Nemuri didn't want to hear any more. She knew that Katsuki had to be neutralized. And that was the very thing she did. Katsuki had to be made an example to never mess with Izuku and to NEVER think he had a chance with her.

'Bakugou! A word with you.'

'Yes, Kayama-sensei.'

'Can you come with me to the basement where nobody can see or hear us?'

'Sure, Kayama-sensei. Whatever you want.'

'Perfect.'

Back to the present in the cottage….

Lunch was ready to be served. The barley tea was particularly made to suit Izuku's taste. It included the finest of tea leaves from India and natural juices. Natural juices that she acquired through the name, having an article of Izuku's clothing she 'borrowed' from his gym glasses. Kept and store in the coolest temperatures, she knew that Izuku's tea was going to delicious with love.

Kayama-sensei sighed heavily, grinning somewhat psychotically of the plans that she had for Izuku on this lovely afternoon. No way was the emerald cinnamon roll was going to leave without having a personal lesson from the Pro Hero 18+ herself.

As she was drying her hands, she wasn't sure to give him a physical education lesson or a sex education lesson. Be as it may, it will get physical and quite, quite sexual.

She was in mid-swallow of fertility pills when seeing some interlopers outside of the cottage.

Outside at the pool….

Izuku was surprised when seeing the girls Mina, Tsuyu, Kyoka, Itsuka, Ochako, Momo, and Toru coming from the front gate. In their hands, they were carrying cleaning supplies.

"Ribbit! Yo! Izuku!" The frog girl approached Izuku, slapping him on his back. "A little bird told us that you might need some extra pair of hands."

The redhead nodded with Tsuyu. "Yeah, to think that the boys left you hanging like that."

Momo and Toru dropped the brooms and the shovels before entering inside of the pool. "Don't worry, Izuku! With a bit of teamwork and elbow grease, Kayama-sensei's pool will be ready for the summer." The pinkette gave Izuku a thumbs up as she rolled up her sleeves.

Kyoka pulled out her cell phone to put on some tunes so they can have some listening music. As trap hop filled the area, a metal-like havoc was raging in Kayama-sensei's mind.

'WHERE IN THE HELL DID THESE DAMN SHREW ASS, HOMELY, UNKEMPT ASSES COME FROM,' thought Nemuri as she bit into her fertility pill. She spat out the tablet, still in disgusting as her eyes were getting duller. She was too focused on neutralizing 'the blonde boy' that she forgot about the girls. She cursed herself as her plans were going to be for naught.

A flickering, dim lightbulb appeared above her head. A Grinch-like grin appeared on her face. She kept some sleeping tablets she used earlier with Katsuki in the basement, after their talk, in her bedroom. She hated to waste good barley tea that wasn't worthy of commoner's taste buds.

But, she needed to do some more neutralization.

Izuku Midoriya belongs to Nemuri Kayama. She produced a fake smile as she crushed tablets to put in the ladies' drinks. She took the rest of her fertility pills as she was certain that she was going to claim him with their kits.

She went to her bedroom to change clothes. No way in hell she wanted those bitches to see her like that. They were meant of Izuku's eyes only. She put on a black t-shirt that had Misfits on it and a pair of blue capris.

She was ready to head outside.

"Girls! Care for a glass of barley tea? Izuku, I left yours on the counter. I made it extra special."

To be continued….

A couple of days earlier...Warning: yaoi ahead (no sex scene)

Shouto Todoroki stepped from under the stairway when seeing Kayama-sensei leaving the basement. He was actually caught off guard when seeing her. However, there was a problem. Where was Katsuki? And why was he walking with Kayama-sensei earlier? His eyes became dull when seeing that scene.

"WHY WAS THAT BITCH DOING WITH MY KACCHAN?" The white-haired child thought when seeing that. IF SHE DOES SOMETHING TO DEFLOWER, I WILL KILL THAT CUNT!

When seeing the door was closed, he ventured out of the crevices and decided to look for his Katsuki.

It wasn't long when seeing Katsuki tied, bound, and naked to a pole. The blonde had a swollen eye. He was also passed out.

"Look at my poor Kacchan," pouted Shouto until he produced a psychotic grin. "Look at my poor Kacchan." Shouto made sure to lock the basement door. He wasn't planning to leave anytime soon.

To be continued...for real this time….as for Shouto and Katsuki, that ending is to your imagination.