A spinoff of 'Mina's Molly Mayhem,' Mina is given a second chance after her first attempts of getting Izuku went awry. Will she follow through with the second chance? Will she get Izuku? Will Izuku forgive her? Read and see! Happy IzuMina Week!

Mina….

Mina….

Mina….

"Yes? Who is calling my name?"

The almighty author who has drawn you breath into this world of literature. Gifted you into this world without the permission of the actual creator to design you with a purpose.

"My purpose?"

Yes, my daughter! And unfortunately, I am afraid that you didn't follow through with the plans designed for you.

"My plans?"

Yes, my dear. You were designed to be the all-loving possessive pinkette who craves the love and the affection you will provide to the boy of your dreams.

"Yes! Izuku! He is the boy of my dreams!"

I am aware of that, my daughter. I have created you in my image. Unfortunately, deception led you astray. Leading you to do dark and horrid things, my daughter.

"I am sorry, dear author. I was afraid that if I didn't follow through with my certainty, then he wouldn't be in my grasp!"

Oh, ye little faith, child. Remember that you can do all the things that strengthen you. If you believe in me, then the power is yours, darling.

"Dear author, what can I do to redeem myself to make Izuku love me without being that abrasive? I love him. I want him to be with me. I want to have his children. I know you have designed me in your image to forcefully take him away. But how can I do without harming him?"

Put your trust in me is all.

"Trust in you?"

If you can believe to have Izuku without having to harm him. You can have him. In fact, you will have him.

"Are...are you going to give me another chance?"

Yes, my daughter.

"My goodness. I feel as though I don't deserve it!"

Consider it to be a clean slate, child. You may take thy son and maketh yours! Just be a bit gentler!

"Thank you, dear author!"

You're welcome, thy good and faithful servant. Now, remember, my daughter. Don't try to do anything harsh to produce harm. You hear me?!

"Yes, dear author!"

Okay! Now WAKE UP!

Back to the present….

"Actually, Izuku, I was thinking we could do stuff together," she suggested while faking playing coy.

Oh my God, I remember this. This is when I go obsessed over my darling Izuku. I recall making strongly sexually related advances towards him. And then I say….

As Izuku was turning on his laptop, he tried focusing on what Mina was telling him. "Well, what can we do together? Like going to the arcade? Another practice with the group? Wrestling?" The latter was meant to be humorous.

Mina simply giggled as brought herself closer to him, only a few inches apart from him. "Of course not, silly, but I certainly don't mind it, you know. The feel of your body." She began to hiss. "Sweaty, toned, your hard, throbbing member pressing up against mine would such crazy things to me." She giggled once more. "Grateful that I am wearing a pad."

Oh, my God! I said that? Granted, I am hot and bothered for my Izuku. I didn't think I would be this forward and volatile.

Izuku scooted a few inches back from Mina. "Mina, what was that? Are you sure that it wasn't you getting a few knocks to the head?"

The pinkette simply shook her head and gazed into his eyes with a haunting stare. "Whatever do you mean, silly? I just enjoy being close to you is all. We are teammates." Suddenly she was in front of him with her hands firmly on his arms locking him in place. She veered her face up to this and met his startled eyes with her own predatory ones. "And the important thing about teammates is the closeness in being together." She withdrew her tongue, flicking in front of him.

"Mina, are you okay," asked Izuku nervously. "You are kinda freaking me out."

No, Izuku! I am not. The thing is is that I have crushed over you for quite some time. I just don't know how to express my feelings without being this impulsively aggressive towards you. Please forgive me!

"You are such a kidder, Izuku. But it's okay, Mina is going to take good care of you, okay?" Izuku became stunned as she suddenly licked his face with her tongue from his neck to his ear. Then, she took his hands and placed them on her breasts, which turned Izuku pink in the face.

"Is this a game? Is this a prank? Why are you doing this," questioned Izuku.

Because I care for you, my love! Unlike the other girls, who I consider my rivals, my love for you extends deeper than space. In a place where there is no space and time. I have yandere tendencies. I am a pervert. Mostly and overall, I love you, you adorkable cinnamon roll you!

"Why? Do I look like a Sony or an XBOX?" She followed up with the second question. "And because I like you, silly." She pursed her lips. "Actually, you can say I am connected by your strings, Izuku. You make my heart sing." She pulled him closer, edging him to touch her breasts. "And my pussy wet."

Izuku's entire face became red and Mina's hands were keeping them there. Resisting the urge to squeeze them, he tried pulling his hands off only for her surprising strength to keep them in place.

"Are you enjoying it, Izuku? We could do a lot more, you know," she cooed seductively and removed her hands from his to bring them up to his face stroking it lovingly.

Why am I continuing this? I should put a stop to this! Oh, boy! He is so dreamy. He is making my womanhood tremble more than the deep note. My cavern is dripping fluid faster than the flow of Niagara Falls. It is grateful to God I am wearing a pad. No, Ashido, stop it! Have self-control. Stop this! There is another way to make Izuku yours without having to go to the inevitable.

"Mina? What's wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? I mean I know you've always been lively, romantic, and cutesy but..." He couldn't finish his sentence because Mina placed her hand over his hand, enticing silence.

Her face came up close to him and the expression frightened him. She possessed a creepy smile with bright glossed over her eyes that peered into his very soul.

"Stop talking now, Izuku. Or I might just have to knock you out and then rape you," she said laughingly sending a chill his spine. She removed her hand from his mouth only to quickly cover it up with hers.

Her tongue performed a dance with his, exchanging flavors as he felt her teeth pulling his tongue into hers. He fell backward on the floor. The humming Mina rubbing her stomach. "Yummy! Izuku is flipping my switch," she said in a sing-song. "And don't worry, even if you feel this way, it wasn't going to stop me from wanting to rape you. For you are mine. You belong to me."

His eyes went wide in a complete panic now.

Stop this, Mina!

"Mina, please. Can we take this slow or something? My heart isn't ready yet?"

Stop this, Mina!

"Oh, Izuku!" She said soothingly at first which initially calmed his nerves until she said the next part. "Even if it wasn't, I will force your heart and make it love me, dear."

Stop this, Mina! Or else you are going to lose him!

She took off her bra, exposing her assets. "Now, I am sick of waiting. The next time I want to hear my name is when you are screaming it."

STOP THIS NOW, MINA!

Izuku asked God for forgiveness. As he planned to headbutt her, Mina shouted. "SSSSSTTTOOPPP!"

Izuku paused, seeing the pinkette's hair swirling uncontrollably. She panted loudly into the room. "Stop, stop, I say!"

"Stop," retorted Izuku confusingly. "You're the one who is planning to attack me and rape me."

"No, no...it...was...for...myself!" Trying to catch her breath, the pinkette said, "I...mean...I...am...sorry, Izuku!"

"Mina, what's going on?"

"If you could only imagine the things that are going on in my head, you wouldn't know where to begin." Mina backed away from Izuku, more for his protection. "Izuku, the thing is...I know this is weird to say at this time, especially after what you have heard and what I have said."

Keeping guard, the emerald-haired teen shook his head in agreement.

"If you can give me a few minutes of your time, would you allow me to explain yourself," she told him. "Here, I can prove to you that I won't harm you." Mina reached into her pocket and expelled everything she knew she was going to use on him. The chloroform, the syringe, vials of sedatives, a ball-and-gag, whips, chains, a blowtorch, and among other things.

Deep pockets, thought Izuku as his eyes were wide as saucers.

"There," she said as she put them on the bed. "Oh, yeah!" She pulled out another bottle of chloroform. "Am I allow permission for me to speak to you?"

Izuku remained frozen of the items that she was going to use on him. He kept his distance, positioning him to his desk. "You have five minutes to explain yourself."

"I don't need that much. Please, don't be too mad at me, Izuku."

To be continued….