Izuku was exhausted. The weekend came terribly too fast. It was thanks to Katsuki and Shouto that they have spent the entire weekend playing video games until the girls knocked on their doors to get them to go to school. He was tired to the point in which he used toothpicks to keep his eyes open, which it didn't prevail. It didn't matter about the coffee shower, slaps to the face by Katsuki, or splash of ice to the face by Shouto. Sleep was inevitable and he was going to take him a quick siesta. It wasn't a big deal, Izuku thought.

It was only Aizawa-sensei's class.

It sounded like a speeding bullet. At first, Izuku thought it was the trick to the brain. Some trick as that sound approached his face and that sound came with a force that knocked him out of his desk. Appearing dazed and after the emerald child came to, he found himself embedded against the wall, only to be seen by the surprised students.

"Midoriya!" Once the dust cleared, the origin of the sudden wake-up appeared. She wasn't in the best of moods. Judging by her demeanor as she held onto the apple. And those who knew Aizawa-sensei, that apple wasn't for eating. She released a smile. A very frightening smile that even gave the laughing spiky-haired teen chills.

"Midoriya! Why would fall asleep during my very important lesson, um?" She stroked her black hair gently as she gripped the apple. The juices were seeping toward the ground. The classroom was quiet to the point that everyone can hear the juices bounce off the floor. "Is my lectures boring, Midoriya-san that you need to fall asleep?"

His teeth were chattering. He was cautious on what he should to angry Aizawa-sensei. Rumor through the grapevine that she and her boyfriend, Mr. Joke had broken up again. Then yet again, rumor through the grapevine was that she learned that she couldn't have any children. Some even said that she had put her quirk on loan and was unable to pay the bill. Be as it may on which one of these things can be true. Whatever it is, it has taken effect on Izuku.

On a regular day, she would have thrown a book and that was it. Izuku blanked as he saw that the book was ingrained next to him.

Overall, she wasn't in the best of moods.

"This interruption of yours is costly, Izuku. I know you're quirkless and all, but it doesn't mean you affect the others with your sleeping," said Aizawa-sensei as her eyes were glaring at him. "Time is money, Midoriya-san. Time is precious. And apparently, you don't appreciate my time, sir."

Izuku swallowed the lump in his throat. His classmates were stiff. He eyed Katsuki. Even the normally bullying leader kept his eyes on the board. From his position, he was seeing sweat. Izuku feared for the worst.

"I thought you saw from my demeanor this morning, Midoriya-san that I am not happy," said Aizawa-sensei as she lowered her glasses. "I thought I gave you a warning." Izuku saw that she was gripping her fist and continued to blink. He swallowed more lumps. Although he was grateful to be quirkless, that still didn't mean that the former Eraserhead didn't mean business.

"I am sorry." The first words he had said. That was all he could say. Enough that he didn't want to pee his pants. And he knew that would have warranted some laughs after class.

"Oh, yes you are sorry," said Aizawa-sensei aggressively. "You and sorry are going to be quite familiar, eh?" She exposed her teeth, giving that sniveling smile that he can compare to the vain Yuu (Mount Lady). "Let's you and sorry acquaint, uh?"

Izuku shut his eyes as he prepared for the worst.

The sound of the school bell.

If there was a god, he had sent his blessings to the emerald-haired child. It didn't take any time for the class to immediately rush out to lunch, to the doctor to re-up on their medication, or simply wanting to take the day off. Izuku slowly pushed himself off as he saw the disgruntled Eraserhead turn around.

He slowly tiptoed out of the classroom without further suspicion.

"Midoriya-san!"

Her strong voice halted him in his tracks. He slowly shifted like a rusty clock as he directed himself to Aizawa-sensei. Juices and seeds were spurting from the apple as she looked at the window. "We aren't finished, yet."

"No, ma'am," he answered nervously.

"You are to report here in my office after school today," she said curtly. "Don't be late and be here on time."

"Yes, ma'am," replied Izuku, bowing apologetically to the anger sensei. He turned around and as he did the flying shriveled apple flew past him.

"I'm serious. Don't be late. And if you evade," said Aizawa-sensei. Izuku didn't move as he felt the sensei breathing behind his neck. She drew her finger to his shoulder. "If you dodge me, my little Midoriya-san. I. Will. Find. You. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," answered Izuku.

"Good! Now, make like a tree and branch out," said Aizawa-sensei. "And pick up that apple, too."

She closed the door hard, leaving Izuku alone with his thoughts and the shriveled apple.

As he stared at the indented apple, the sound of a whistle changed his direction. Katsuki stood afoot, along with Tenya and Shouto. "Damn, Deku! What in the hell did you do to piss her off?" His arms were folded, prepared for whatever insult he wanted to dish out.

"I wouldn't be so sure to talk," interjected Shouto as he helped Izuku with the apple. "And besides, those are no fresh cleanly starch jeans." He glared at him. "Wasn't it earlier this morning that you smeared jelly on your…."

"Enough, you baka," interjected Katsuki. "I won't bother him today."

Shouto exhaled loudly. "Good because it was your idea to have a Super Mario Smash Bros. exhibition match all weekend."

Tenya finally intervened. "Be as it may, guys. Aizawa-sensei was very off-centered today. She is normally less of a bitch when something is on her mind."

"Maybe Mr. Joke finally cut it off with the sleaze," said Katsuki. "I would if I was a bitch on the rag every God damn day."

The teens remained still as Katsuki continued to talk. What they didn't want to say was that certain bitch was standing behind him.

"Katsuki," said Izuku cautiously.

"Shut up, baka," said Katsuki. "I am talking. Anyway, that bloody jizz rag needs to know when real recognizes…"

Bang!

The trio watched as Katsuki was sent into oblivion as if he was a certain character from a certain show about catching certain creatures.

Aizawa-sensei cracked her knuckles, looking at the boys. "Don't you guys have lunch?"

The trio shook their heads in agreement.

"Good. Now make yourself scarce," warned Aizawa-sensei. "And Midoriya?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Izuku.

"When I say, 'pick up the apple,' I meant you," said Aizawa-sensei. "Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," said the trio.

Aizawa-sensei grabbed her jacket and made her way opposite from the boys. The boys didn't hesitate to run to the cafeteria.

Meanwhile….

Aizawa-sensei sat alone in her office. It was quite a wonder to be department head and to have her own office. It was easy since that since she had to compete with that big-breasted bitch she had to call her co-worker, Kayama-sensei. She couldn't stand the bitch, to think that she could have any guy because her body is better than Aizawa-sensei's.

Just because your credit score is higher than mine and the fact Mr. Joke likes you better doesn't mean you are better me you whore.

She wasn't hungry for her lunch. Honestly, Mr. Joke was really the least of her concern. Over the last few weeks, she has been fighting this hunger of a certain student in her class. A certain hunger that meant danger if she made contact with him. This wasn't the first time she had this kind of hunger, the temptation of making a boy hers. Rather if he wants it or not.

She checked the office. She knew that the door was locked and the windows were closed. She reached for her key and opened her drawer. Inside of the drawer was a single article of clothing. She had kept it in a plastic bag for the preservation of scent.

It was a used gym short that she collected from the boys' locker room while they were in training. It didn't take much to know his code. It was the same numbers on his phone, his passcodes, and access some naughty, private channels that she needed to discuss with him about whenever they meet.

7-1-5-0-1

She buried her face where the crotch meets. She inhaled vigorously. A drug stronger than anything that was harvested. She wanted to scream as she tasted the vinegary scent of where his balls were. She wanted more. She thought borrowing his clothes was enough. It was never enough. It can never be enough until she had that emerald-haired cinnamon roll in her grasp.

Izuku, forgive me, love. I am sorry for throwing to a wall. I was in a bitchy move. Seeing you there sleeping. Such a sexy damsel, you cinnamon roll, you. I was mad at myself because I am trying so hard to resist you. That sleeping face. That flushed cheeks. It was like you were asking me to rape you. If only you can look at me than these plastic cheaps sluts. Who needs romp roast when there is a gourmet meal waiting for you right here.

The tingling sensation was in her loins. She told herself that she wasn't going to masturbate today. She was grateful to the gods that she was wearing a pad. It still didn't hurt to make a glide around her groin from time to time, teasing herself as she couldn't wait to pop his cherry.

"Erase his cherry is more of a better term, my dear author," said Aizawa-sensei.

A few hours later after school….

Izuku was at his lockers as he prepared to head to Aizawa-sensei's office. He held his notebook in his hand as he prepared to ask his teacher for mercy.

"If it's your last will and testament, then I want your Gunpla toys."

Izuku shifted his head when seeing his 1-B classmate, Setsuna Tokage making her way to Izuku. She smiled as she sat beside him. "What's going on, squirt?"

"About to face my maker, I guess," replied Izuku as he held his notebook. "I wrote some notes to make amends with an apology."

The smiling classmate slapped her back. "Don't be so sore, Midoriya! Aizawa-sensei always acts like she has a twig in her backend. I wouldn't be worried." She slapped his back once more. "Listen, after you go through your punishment, a few of us are going to a mixer."

"Who's going?"

"The usual gang from 1-A and 1-B."

"What kind of mixer is it?"

"Tsuyu got friends from Salty Banks and a few foreigners from Beacon are heading through."

"Neat. If I survive, then I will see you there."

"Neat." Setsuna gave Izuku a peace sign before getting. As he returned to his locker, he saw her extending an envelope.

"Don't read it until you get home this evening, okay?" Setsuna ran off until she was out of sight.

Izuku stared at the envelope. It was small and purple with a hint of honeydew. He scanned both ways before retreating it to his backpack. He placed it in his locker as he planned to return after school.

Unbeknownst to the lone Izuku, he was being shadowed.

Aizawa-sensei watched from the corner as she split the apple into pieces. She gnashed her teeth to know that there was another.

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT BITCH TALKING TO IZUKU?! That skank! That plain, dull, dishwater Peppermint Patty ass bitch want to have a roundabout with my man. Oh, I will show that bitch. But first, I will have to make Izuku mine.

And it begins now!

A few minutes later….

"Hello, hello?" Izuku was facing the office of Aizawa-sensei. He didn't hear anything as he knocked once more. He then decided to put his hands on the knob and decided to open the door. It was unlocked.

Aizawa-sensei's office was very lavish and well-furnished. It just had a tad of a feminine touch. Everything in the office was updated and state-of-the-art. There were whiteboards on every corner of the office. An old-fashioned executive desk was there. It had a few laptops and two business phones. It also included a leather couch; a water cooler; a small bar; and a refrigerator. Everything in the office was neat.

"So, that is where my parents' money is going," said Izuku as he whistled. "Fan-cy!"

Unsure why but he decided to call for Aizawa-sensei's name. There was a chance that she could be in the closet. He said her name loud enough to alert someone.

Nothing.

Izuku didn't want to call it a waste of time but he was grateful. It gave him a few hours to dangle but by tomorrow, things should calm down for her.

He reached for his cell phone. He decided to contact Shouto to see if he was going to the mixer tonight.

"Hello," said Shouto.

"Hey, Izuku, here. I was wondering where you guys were," asked Izuku.

"Picking up Katsuki from the hospital and then heading on the train to the mixer. You coming?"

"Yeah, I am abou-"

Izuku felt a cloth being pressed on his mouth. The person pressed hard enough to subdue him. The person grabbed his hips with one hand and his face with the other.

"Don't struggle! Don't struggle! Don't. Struggle," said the feminine voice.

As he was stirring into unconsciousness, he had recognized the voice.

"There we are. Don't fight it, Izuku. Just go to sleep. Let the euphoria take you away," said Aizawa-sensei.

"Aizawa-sensei," he said while struggling.

"After this, you will be calling me Shouta," she told him in a whisper. "And after tonight, your mistress."

Or better yet, your bride.

To be continued….