Ladies and gentlemen, here is 'The Solid That Went Really Wrong, Part II.' As a reminder, this story is a work of fiction. All characters featured are at the age of consent. Premise: Izuku does a favor with Manga to help him with a date. What could go wrong? Find out in this chapter. Parts of this story was inspired by another author by the name of Prxmer. Check out his works. They are very solid!

The first thing Izuku saw the moment his emerald-colored eyes snapped open was darkness. His head hurt as he felt a sharp pain from earlier. Wasn't sure it was a blindfold or in a darkened room, he told himself not to panic. His mentor, All Might, told him in the midst of a crisis to never panic. Never give the captor the opportunity of weakness. Never show weakness. If you can't, never show fear. His breath was labored, keeping it minute as possible without alerting the captor that he was awake. The first thing that came to his mind was his whereabouts. With sight devoided, he used his ears as his guide.

There was silence. Nothing, in particular, to pinpoint if he was in a room or if he was near rushing water. Just pure inaudible silence. He reverted himself to the center of himself, trying to backtrack the moments leading to his current juncture.

I was in the restroom as I was an acting wingman for Manga. Manga?! Oh, Christ! Is he okay? Yeah, he should be. I hope so! Manga...Manga...Manga...the letter!

The letter was designated to him. Was the entire arrangement of Manga's secret admirer was a setup? A ploy to draw him out in the open? Izuku had his known enemies with the League of Villians and of course his rivalry with Katsuki and currently with Neito but he knew the latter of his classmates wouldn't go as far to deter him.

Okay, Kacchan and Nonoma are assholes! But not enough to do something like this! So, let me think. Looks! What did I see before I was knocked out? The medical mask had an animated cat's mouth. The sunglasses were black. The baseball cap wasn't anything out of the ordinary. It was a plain white cap. Izuku, focus! Try to pinpoint beyond the appearance. Certain eye color. Certain features. Hair color. Male or female. Height, race, c'mon, Izuku. Use your brain more than just a Pro Hero prospect. A Pro Hero's goal is to know and observe your surroundings.

"Seems like a certain sleeping beauty is awake."

His eyes darted to his blindfold. Was his thinking show expression to his body. To be certain, he remained silent.

"Teehee! Oh, my charming sleeping beauty wants to feign sleep. You have always been this dorky and adorable."

The captor-in-question sounded possibly female. Her voice was deep, alluring, and overall, seductive. He couldn't register the identity as her voice was distorted. Izuku believed that the captor-in-question was sporting a voice-modifying device.

"Oh, Izuku darling, you have always played meek and timid. Just the way I like my men."

Izuku heard footsteps moving closer to him. Immediately, he felt her hands removing the blindfold. His eyes were met with the darkness. It was obviously night as his eyes were drawn to the window. His eyes were widened when recognizing certain features of the room. A place he has known and a place he called comfort.

He was in his bedroom.

The sound of her coughing interrupted Izuku's further elaboration. His eyes drew to the captor-in-question. She was wearing a tight black spandex suit. She was sporting cat ears and a bell around her neck. She was holding onto a possibly detached tail. The spandex hugged in the right places. As for her identity, it remained a mystery as her face was covered with the same cat's mouth medical mask, and her sunglasses. Her hair was dark as the darkness. Knowing for Izuku, it could possibly be a wig.

If Izuku was in his home then what about his mother?

Before he had the urge to scream for his mother, Izuku was met with a knife to his throat.

"Shh!" The captor-in-question informed him with a stern, yet gentle tone. She placed her finger to her 'lips,' enticing his silence. "The knife isn't for you. The knife isn't for anybody...yet. So, please, darling, don't scream. Just be quiet. Please be quiet."

Izuku was about to part his lips but she pressed the knife onto his lips. "Your mother isn't home. Nobody is home. She is out for the weekend to see your father, leaving time between you and me to spend together. So, please be quiet. For like I've said, I don't want to use this to hurt." The knife slid down his chin. "And I don't want to do anything to cut up this beautiful, pretty face of yours. The face of my dreams. Wet, wet dreams!" She pulled back from him. "If you understand, blink your eyes twice."

Izuku blinked his eyes for confirmation.

The captor nodded her head approvingly. "There you go, baby! That wasn't so hard," she exclaimed in a soft voice. "Now, Izuku, as I have mentioned. I don't want to hurt you. I am not here to harm your family." She clasped her hands. "Why would I want to hurt my future in-laws."

"Future in-laws?"

"Yes," she said calmly. "I am here to make my message known to you here and now." She ingested the air before releasing her mischievous grin. "I am going to make you mine!"

Izuku raised his eyebrows in the confusion of his captivity as well as the sanity of his captor. Being resourceful, he decided to humor his captor. "By making me yours, I am going to become your husband?"

She nodded. "Yes, love. Husband, soulmate, father of my kits, my everything."

He decided to give it another go. "How can I be your groom if I don't know who you are?"

The captor pressed her body onto him. Her face was near his. "In time, darling, you will know who I am." Her breath made contact with his face. "But, not tonight." She giggled. "You see, I am not ready to show my true self to you...yet. That side of me isn't ready to show you...me." She pressed her mouth to his ear. She removed her mask to lick behind his lobe. "Just knowing you are this close makes me shiver...in many ways than one. Just watching you from afar with that cartoon character wasn't enough. If I were braver then I would have snatched you on sight!"

She trailed her tongue from his earlobe to his neck. Izuku shivered. "Don't fret, my love. It's only natural for your fiancee to know the in's and out's of her groom-to-be. To taste you, to feel you, to smell you."

Izuku's eyes snapped when feeling her hand fondling his crotch. "And eventually, to fuck you!" The captor kept the knife next to his supple lips in case of a certain change of heart. The captor purred like a kitten as she used her delicate fingers to circle his sleeping member. "Mmm," she sneered. "Did you know how much I have dreamed of touching your member?" She used her fingers to squeeze his member. It wasn't long when certain stimulation can awaken one's penis. "How much I have touched myself when watching you. And I've been watching...you!"

Izuku fought his stiffened moans. No way he should feel aroused by the hands of his captor. He bit his lip to the point if it bled, it would.

"Why do you flinch when I touch you," she asked insincerely. She paused, looking at the bounds on his arms and his feet. She was tickled, giggling at his ordeal. "Oh, don't worry, love. I have these...for your safety."

She gave his dick another squeeze.

"I know, darling," she purred to him. "Knowing you want this as bad as I do but unfortunately I can't stay for long." She released her hand from his member, pulling herself back to him. "At least not right now."

She reached for his shirt, pulling it to where his stomach was exposed. She grinned, inhaling his manly fragrance. "I can't wait for the right moment where we can do this ever so often." She removed her medical mask, planting her tongue to his stomach. Izuku felt the wetness of her muscle upon his stomach, edging and trailing along his pec-line. Izuku took steady breaths, not wanting to display further fear to his captor.

"Being with you feels so right...as if you are connecting my heartstrings." She gave him one more lick for the road. "I can't further wait to do this more often." She pulled the medical mask back to her mouth. As Izuku tried to decipher her lips, he felt a sharp sting to his neck.

"Oh, I am sorry, love. I should have warned you about the sting." She caressed him as he was stirring into a forced slumber. "Shh! Don't fight it, my love. It beats the baseball bat, doesn't it? Just get some rest, darling. And please forgive me for this turbulent meeting but I wasn't sure how I could meet you." She pecked him on the lips. "Until we meet again, my sweet! Sweet dreams!"

Izuku struggled to fight his heavy eyelids to see the captor. However, it went without any avail. He felt his body becoming heavy as the sedative took effect.

After that, the rest was silence.

Izuku!

Izuku!

Izuku!

Izuku snapped his eyes open after hearing the sound of someone's voice. Immediately, he jumped as he tried to fight off the would-be captor. "Stay back, stay back, I say!"

"Izuku, relax! It's me, Manga!"

Once registering his classmate's concerning voice, he realized that he was no longer confined in his bedroom. He was lying outside of the bench at the park. Manga was inches from him, sitting beside him. Manga observed his friend. "Seriously, one more minute and I was going to call the paramedics."

Izuku checked his body. He didn't feel any bumps on his neck. He didn't feel any pain from the blunt instrument. As if the entire ordeal never happened.

"Dude, how hard of a turd did you put out to make you pass out?"

"What are you talking…" He paused, thinking about the letter in his pocket from earlier. He reached into his pocket. He couldn't find the letter. "Where is it? Where is it?"

Manga's thought bubble turned into a question mark. "Izuku, are you feeling okay?"

"The letter? That girl?" He stared at Manga. "That girl. That note!"

Manga looked at Izuku for a moment until it registered about the meeting.

"Oh! The girl never showed," replied Manga as he scratched his leg. "Probably a prank or penalty game." He shrugged his shoulders. "It happens! Sorry to have you put you through that."

"It's okay. Really! Whatever I can to help a friend."

"Are you sure you are okay? We can contact Aizawa-sensei or Recovery Girl."

"No, I am okay." Izuku stood to ingest to now cooler night air. "I think I just need to head home." He gave his friend the peace sign. "See you tomorrow, Fukidashi!"

Manga returned his farewell. "See ya, Izuku!"

Izuku took off his sweatshirt as he didn't want any constricting at this time. His headache, the knife, the slobbering licks, the grasp of his dick. That was the kind of nightmare he hoped to never have to experience again.

Meanwhile...

Manga remained at the park as he sat on the bench. He waited a few minutes to be certain that Izuku was far out of the park's vicinity to pull out his cell phone. He dialed the number and let it ring. The receiver picked up on the third ring.

"Is Izuku gone?"

"Yes, he is out of hind's sight."

"Good! I must appreciate your help to assist me in my affairs."

"It wasn't you that motivated me. It was what's green that do."

"Money is being wired into your account as we speak, Fukidashi."

"Certainly...I forgot that I can't say your name on the phone."

"Thanks, sweetness. Don't need any loose lips. Unless it is on my baby."

"Anything else?"

"No, your services are complete. And by the way, this meeting never took place."

"What meeting?"

"The one we are havi...oh, I get you! Glad to pick the right candidate. Destroy this phone!"

Manga hung up the phone and dropped it to the ground. Using his feet, he crushed the phone, spreading it to different parts of the ground. He stood up and proceeded to head back to his residence.

Wow, Manga! Some friend you are! Who is the mysterious, yet seductive captor? Stay tuned!

To be continued….