Izuku stretched his arms as the day was wearing thin. The girls really outdid themselves with the cleaning of Kayama-sensei's pool. So much so that the girls were laying out on the grass. Izuku grabbed the tables that sported the umbrellas and placed shade under them. The last thing he wanted the girls to face was sunburns and heat strokes. After a few hard, straining minutes, the emerald-haired teen managed to give the girls shade.

He placed his hands on his back, feeling the tension and the soreness. It was back-breaking work. The heavy task of carrying the wheelbarrow, the cement to repaste areas, and the like. Nevertheless, it was the power of teamwork that made the difference.

He yawned as he, too, was feeling the verge of slumber. He did consume much of Kayama-sensei's barley tea to soothe himself in this muggy heat. He looked at the patio, noticing that Kayama-sensei has been gone for quite a while. The many jobs of a thirty-one-year-old Pro Hero he thought as he made a boastful laugh.

"Kayama-sensei," called Izuku as he entered the kitchen. Her presence wasn't there. Just empty tea glasses and stacks of pizza boxes. In his defense, he didn't expect the girls to show up so he treated them to lunch. Izuku walked to the living room as he tried to find his missing teacher. It was silent. Very silent. As if he can hear a pin drop.

Not wanting to further invade her household without her permission, he returned to the kitchen. He pulled out his phone to see if he can contact his mother to pick him up. He furrowed his eyebrows when seeing that his cell phone didn't have any coverage. Knowing that that was a bust, he grabbed a slice of pizza and poured himself another glass of barley tea.

Since he finished his pitcher, he went for the girls. Kayama-sensei told him that he made his glass special as he contained the finest of herbs. She stated the girls' tea was store-bought and didn't taste as good.

Tea was tea, concluded Izuku as he poured a glass.

"Don't drink that!" Izuku yelped loudly when he saw Kayama-sensei surprisingly grabbed his shoulder. He felt like a skittish kitchen who has been caught in the act.

"Jesus, Kayama-sensei," cried Izuku. "You scared me."

Kayama-sensei needed to catch her breath. "Sorry, Izuku. I wasn't trying to scare you. I wanted to say that batch was bad."

"The girls drank from it."

"Not this one," interjected the Pro Hero 18+ superhero. She needed to change the subject. The last thing she was to alert him was suspicion. "You look very flush right now, Izuku."

"I am," he questioned her.

She produced a weak smile. "Yes, you have been working all day with the girls. I know that they were tiring you out."

Izuku nodded, agreeing with Kayama-sensei. "That we can both agree on.

"So, tell me Izuku. Do you always give assistance to single women like me," she said casually. "Or, you were just being friendly?"

"No, ma'am. I can understand the feeling of being a bit off. I mean, I don't even have a quirk." He took a breath. "I care for you. I like you. Mother told me to always be a helping hand when the time is right."

She winked at him. "Oh, what a helping hand you are, my sweet. You are such a gem."

He likes me?! He likes me?! HE LIKES ME! HEAR THAT, SLUTS? HE BELONGS TO ME! GOT THAT?

His face became beet red. He looked like a tomato. If she couldn't help it, she would have gotten him right on the kitchen table. She told herself to wait patiently. Good things come to those who wait, she told herself.

"So, tell me, Izuku. How are your studies in obtaining your quirk?"

"Fine. I am getting decent. Yagi-san told me with persistence, he will give me a special reward."

"Good for you, dear. What about girls?"

He swallowed the lump in his throat. "Girls?"

Bingo. Put him in the position that would take him off guard. She was setting the trap like a spider to a fly or a lion to an antelope. Her darling was getting closer and closer.

"Yes, dear. Any girls try to reel you in yet?"

"No, ma'am."

"Really? Such a handsome doll, like yourself?"

"No, ma'am. A bit shy, I think."

"Oh, sweetness." The latter of it had a strong, alluring slur. A sense of being motherly, but a bit seductive. She felt her juices secreting from her sacred place. Her holy passage was seeking for her savior. She tried to keep composure, but seeing the naivete in the boy was keeping her from doing so. She rubbed her legs together, trying to absorb the juices. Then, she saw him blushing. Did he know? Was it her scent that garnered his attention. Granted, she sprayed some fragrance to cover herself, but maybe he was interested.

Only one way to find out.

"Let me make you some more tea, Izuku," replied Kayama-sensei. "I have to go into the cabinet to find where I kept the other batch of tea." She got on her knees to go to the cabinet below the counter. She spread her legs wide enough for her panties to be seen through her skirt. Her panties dug into her pussy. The lewdness of it excited her, knowing that her scent was secreting. She ingested the smell, hopefully, Izuku was doing the same. For a moment, she felt bad for the seduction of it (not really), but at the same time, she felt like she deserved it (telling the truth). She was a good woman (more or less, but really lying to herself). She declared herself as a darling for as long as no interloping shrew were marking their territory on her Izuku.

That job was reserved for her.

"I am checking. I am checking," she said coyly. She had a hidden smile. Can you see it, my precious darling? Can you smell me, darling? Just the thought alone is making me more excited!

"Yet again, I may have put it on the top cabinet." She closed the cabinet door and reached for the top cabinet. When she turned around, she saw Izuku's face. He looked entranced, shocked, surprised. Was the emerald child that much of a novice? Or, was he, too, fighting the emotions of a teen. Hormones ran rampant in them. She knew it was only a matter of time before it took over. A man was only hurting himself to combat his true feelings, she thought. It was confirmed when she saw a bump in his pants.

Bingo!

"Are you okay, dear," she asked with a concerned tone. She walked to his direction. The scent of a honeydew scented perfume entered his nostrils, making him blush more than before.

"I am okay," replied Izuku. "I have stuff on my mind is all. Felt like I have been in this scene before. Feel so familiar."

Like a mother, his tone and speech didn't match his words. She sat in the chair next to him and put her palm on his forehead. Izuku blushed upon feeling her soft touch. She even put her forehead upon his, making them nose length at each other. So much so, he can taste the peppermint she was eating earlier. She broke the distance.

She delicately placed her hands on his shoulders. "Often, I try massaging my students. Massages are good for stress." She continued putting her hands on his shoulders. She pressed her hands. She could feel his breath getting shallow.

"You have plenty of tension there, sweetie. Is there something on your mind?"

"No, ma'am," he said faintly.

She inhaled harshly. "I must say, Izuku, you are very well cut. You have such a sturdy chest." She giggled. "It's a shame that girls don't appreciate you. If I were your age, then I would never leave you alone." She pressed her lips next to his ear. She withdrew a strong breath onto it. "If you want, I could attack you right now. Teehee!" She pulled back. "Just kidding."

She turned to face him. She took his head and cradled it as a mother did to a newborn. She blew into his face. Izuku trembled, which was cute to Kayama-sensei. His eyes were going into different directions, but not meeting hers.

"Are you all right, darling?"

"I am okay," he said while stammering. "I think I should go."

"Wait!" She even put her forehead upon his again, making them nose length at each other. She gave a little distance between them. "Dear, I think you might be a little under the weather." She gave him a strong embrace. "Poor Izuku. I don't think you are sick enough, but I don't want you to head home like this."

"Kayama-sensei, I think I am okay." Her breasts were on him. He was beginning to feel stranger. "I think I can manage."

She had to play the role of a teacher. She placed her hands on her hip, asserting her authority to the blushing Izuku. "Izuku Midoriya! As your teacher, I won't send you home unsupervised in the condition like this." Her voice became stern. The final Trump card was in the works. A custom she appreciated for the system of respecting the elders in their community. Izuku wasn't going to disobey Kayama-sensei. She pursed her lips, feeling the moistness from her cavern. "Izuku, I am sorry for being a bit harsh, but I want to look out for your well-being. Do you trust me, love?"

"I do."

"Do you?"

"I do, sensei."

"Then, why are you scared?"

"I am not scared. Just a bit nervous."

"Oh, sweetness, don't be scared. Kayama-sensei will take care of you. Okay?"

He didn't respond. He just quietly nodded.

Damn! That was easy!

Kayama-sensei made slight chuckles. Her fingernails made slight, gentle scraps against his shoulder blade. She felt the sweat evacuating his pores. His heart was beating angrily. Even as her legs parted next to his, she felt his body. She knew how a man works. She knew she needed to do one more thing and Izuku was hers for the taking.

"How about a shower, Izuku. A cool shower should take care of your condition," she purred to him.

Just say the word, Izuku, and you are mine for the taking.

"Okay," answered Izuku.

Meanwhile….

Itsuka Kendo snapped open her eyes. She just needed some time to calculate her thoughts as she rubbed the sleepiness in her eyes.

Or lack thereof.

Something was literally in the tea when she took a sip. She had the common sense to not indulge any further, unlike the other girls. The redheaded teen needed some time to process her thoughts when realizing her classmates were drifting into slumber. Not one, not two, but all of them were falling into place.

In other words, she can sense a yandere and a bitch in the mist.

The only reason why she joined the others was only because she wanted to be sure that they and the Midnight cunt weren't putting their grubby paws on her man.

She already recently had to put Yui in her place when she wanted Izuku. She reminded the silent beauty. Izuku isn't YOURS! He is ours! Moreso MINE!

Seeing the girls lined up in place, accommodated by the umbrella thanks to her man, she waited long enough until she felt it was safe to enter the kitchen. Upon entering, she didn't see either Izuku or Kayama-sensei. Smell the scent of that cheap perfume Kayama-sensei bathes in, she can sense that she was close.

She trailed from the kitchen towards the hallway. The sound of a bump, followed by running water concluded that they were in the bathroom.

"Izuku-kun, do you love when I play with you like this?"

"Kayama-sensei, we shouldn't be doing this."

"Oh, sweetness. Remember telling you to call me, Nemuri instead?"

"It doesn't feel right, Kayama-sensei."

"That's because you are being a boy. I am going to make you a man, baby."

"Hell, no," barked Itsuka as she kicked the door in of the bathroom.

"What the hell?"

"Stay the hell away from him, you vile woman!"

To be continued….

Meanwhile….Warning: yaoi ahead (no sex scenes).

His brain was going through a whirlpool. His mind was drifting from one thought to the next. He was nauseated. Never in his life has he been placed in that position. Granted in the past, he had done harsh things. But he didn't think karma would come so soon.

Water, water. He thought to himself. He was parched for water. He wanted something to alleviate his throbbing headache; the sickness. He needed something cool and soothing. He was feeling hot. Unsure it was the syringe or the environment. Something in his brain was alerting him to open his eyes.

Listening to his brain, he quickly opened his eyes. As his senses started returning, he saw his surroundings. It was a very well-lit room. Made from quarry rock, the walls were thick like a medieval castle. It had a warren of small rooms with only one way in or out. Close to the low ceiling, just under the rotting beams that suspend the floor above were windows. They were long and skinny, mostly covered in soil that lightened the darkness.

"Oh my God," he groaned. "Where am I? Where am I?"

"Oh, darling! You are finally awake!" The white and red-haired, silver-tongued teen made his appearance from behind him and then in front of him. He was wearing a purple tank top that exposed his stomach. He wore a pair of short jeans that went well above his knees. He had a sweet fragrance of honeydew. He had an inviting smile. He was in a happy mood. Under any normal circumstances, this would be wonderful. However, fear erupted from Katsuki's mind as he knew that trouble was there in front of him.

"Oh, my sweet darling, you are finally awake," said Shouto.

"Ahh, what," asked Katsuki.

To be continued...for real this time.