Izuku Midoriya was in the middle of playing Grand Theft Auto Online with his friend, Shouto. He was in the middle of a mission when he received a text. He ignored it, wanting to finish the mission so he can earn some RP points. Those who were close to him knew when it was game time, everything was secondary. It was the second day of his spring break. Obligations didn't exist unless it was fueled by ramen, potatoes chips, soda, and his Playstation. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, licking his dry lips as he clicked heavily on his joystick. He had played this mission repeatedly as he, Shouto, and a few online gamers have failed.

He heard the text again. He wasn't in the mood. Anything else can wait, the teen thought. He knew it wasn't his mother. It was a family reunion and his mother had already gone to Sapporo to meet her family. Izuku was invited but declined. It was against his mother's wishes, but Izuku didn't bother to care. It sounded cruel and he hoped his mother that he had meant well.

For once, he wanted to feel like an irresponsible teen. Staying up past curfew, eating cereal on the floor while watching cartoons, riding bikes with his friends, hanging out with Ochako at her mother's bakery. To be frank, normalcy.

Instead of a text, the phone rang.

"Hell," he cursed under his breath. He and Shouto were standing at the front of the bank. He was awaiting Shouto's confirmation of cracking the code. He had to thwart the others from robbing him. He was biting into his lip. He wasn't going to fail again. He was certain that he was going to win. It took him hours to reach this level, to reach the highest of echelon.

The phone continued to ring.

He didn't want to take his eye off of the screen. He was telling Shouto to hurry up. Shouto was having difficulty on his end. The maze was becoming more difficult, frustrating the teen. Sweat was producing from his underarms. His joints were aching. Izuku was getting irritated by the prolonging of the mission and the neverending phone ringing.

The person who had to be calling must not have gotten the memo. Spring break was spring break. Even Ochako knew to not disturb him during game time. He forced Katsuki to give him some space. It wasn't Momo as she was one of the gamers.

The phone continued to ring. He was continuing to shoot. The timing of Shouto's cracking the code was making his heart beat. The grumbling of his stomach, the moisture of his fingers on the joystick.

He couldn't take it. He took his eyes off of the game.

He saw the phone. It was coming from Ochako.

"Mission failed. Game Over." The monotonous voice of the game, the sound of failure. He dropped his joystick.

He removed his headset as he answered the phone. "Ochako, did I tell you that when it is game time that the boys are playing?" He wasn't harsh, but it wasn't friendly. The panting in his voice displayed irritation.

"I just hope that you are having a bad day, Izuku. I hope that is not how you talk to my daughter." Izuku's face softened. He was surprised that it wasn't Ochako answering the phone. The soothing, feminine voice came from her mother, Mrs. Uraraka.

"Mrs. Uraraka," his voice softened. "No, ma'am. I wouldn't talk to Ochako that way. I was playing a game and I was frustrated. I was caught in the heat of the moment. I am sorry." He bowed as if she was in his bedroom. The last thing he wanted to do was to get on Ochako's mother's bad side. Especially she was the owner of his favorite bakery.

Her voice was calm, a hint of laughter following that. "It's okay, Izuku. I am sure that you didn't mean it. Boys can be boys. Just remember to be kind with others when it is done. It's a game, you know," she said.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Uraraka," he replied calmly. He picked up the remote to turn off the television. He saw the clock on the wall showing the time of a few minutes after eight in the evening. He looked to his window. The sun was setting at the horizon. How long was I playing was the question in his mind.

He felt the sweat dripping down his legs as he sat up, determining the duration of his game playing. He had the phone in his hand as he continued to talk with his best friend's mother. "So, what is going on, Mrs. Uraraka?" Especially if you are using Ochako's cell phone to reach me, he thought to himself.

The other end of the line went silent for a few moments before she answered. "I am sorry, Izuku. I had some oatmeal raisin cookies I forgot were in the oven." Oatmeal raisin did sound appetizing, the emerald-haired teen thought as he rubbed his stomach. "Ochako is out of town with her father and she forgot her cell phone." A bit of silence followed again. Even then, that still didn't answer Ochako's question on why would her mother call him. "Oh! Silly me! I have called you because I am in a bit of a pickle."

Izuku sat back down. He had a bit of an oniony odor coming from his underarms. He knew a shower was due. "Anything I can do to help you, Mrs. Uraraka."

"By now, Izuku, you should be calling me Auntie or Auntie Mikoto."

"Yes, Mrs...I mean Auntie Mikoto."

"Thank you. You see, Izuku. Ochako and her father had to leave town this evening because his mother was ill. My loving daughter didn't want her father to go by himself so she decided to come with him." She took a breath. Izuku could hear her setting the tray down on the table. "In the midst of that crisis, I forgot that I have purchased movie tickets."

"Movie tickets," retorted Izuku. He found it a bit odd that Ochako's mother would casually call him. If it were under normal circumstances, his only interaction with her was during his visits to see her daughter. Auntie Mikoto is a wonderful woman. She was warm, welcoming, friendly, devoted, loyal, an overall good person. A great chef, a wonderful, loving mother. She has great qualities that made him envious of her husband. Nevertheless, it was still strange of her to call like that. He allowed himself to listen to what she had to say.

"The movie is called Film Stars Don't Die in Liverpool. I heard great reviews about it. A wonderful cast. I wanted my husband and me to see it." She paused. "I know that this is such an odd request, Izuku. If you wouldn't mind, can you come to see it with me? I don't want this movie ticket go to waste."

He leaned on his hand as he pondered on that request. The shallow breath even gave hints from the other side of the line. "I am sorry if I threw you in a loop, Izuku. If you don't want to go, I understand. I did throw this at the last minute on you."

"No, no," he interjected. "I am a bit surprised that you have asked about it. I would have thought I would be at the bottom of the list. I am just a friend of your daughter."

She giggled from his response. "Don't be silly, Icchan! You are more than just my daughter's friend. You are also my number one customer when it comes to my sweets."

He scratched his face, feeling flushed and embarrassed of the surprising compliment. "I wouldn't say I am your number one customer. I am just a fan of sweets is all."

The duo laughed for a few moments. Silence filled the line once more. Izuku answered. "When do you want me to come to see the movie with you?"

She paused, coughing in the process. It made the emerald-haired teen felt that she was hiding something. It was in a sense odd. A sixteen-year-old teenager talking to a forty-something-year-old woman. "Forgive me for being this unpunctual." She coughed once more. He was being to suspect that her coughing was a sign of nervousness. He can understand. "The movie begins in about an hour."

That is being last minute, Izuku thought. He didn't have other plans. The remainder of the night was to be consumed with more video games, reading manga, and watching anime. His mother wasn't home, so there wasn't a time for curfew. He swallowed his sense of nervousness as he replied to her answer. "Whoa! That is cutting it close." He forced laughter, didn't want to make her feel any more awkward than what they were currently having.

"If you want, I can pick you up at your house," said Mrs. Uraraka.

"That will be fine, Auntie," said Izuku.

"Excellent," she said. "Do you think you can be ready in thirty?"

"I will make it fifteen."

"Thank you. I mean it."

"You're welcome, Auntie."

"See you in a bit."

"No problem."

Izuku got off of the phone and tossed it on the bed. He brushed through his hair as he headed toward the bathroom. As he turned the nozzle, he forgot to ask her on how should he dress.

He also forgot that he was in the middle of talking with Shouto and Momo. They will be alright, he thought to himself as he stepped in the shower.

Meanwhile….

The replica of Ochako was humming the tune of Greensleeves as she was dressed in black-clad lingerie. Looking at her secret Izuku shrine, she couldn't wait to have her cinnamon roll to herself.

Oh, my darling Icchan! You are just like a mist that carries me away into such a gentle paradise. I am so glad that bit...I mean my loving daughter accidentally left her phone here. I am so glad that my husband and my daughter are out taking care of my mother-in-law. I hope the soup I sent her didn't do too much harm. Just needed some time alone for my lovely cinnamon roll.

She put on a Grace Kelly-style dress to prepare for this occasion. The tickets, the love hotel, the works.

Also one more thing for insurance.

She knew that Izuku loved cookies. So in her oatmeal raisin cookies, she had some extra natural ingredients to know that her love was made and will give him some sweet dreams. She also knew that he was a fan of cherry soda. So, she added cough syrup and sprinkled sedatives in the beverages as well.

One thing was for certain, she was going to have a taste of her cinnamon roll tonight.

Ready or not? Here I come. You can't hide. I will have you and make you want me!

To be continued….