As seen on Izuku's Sisters' "A Dinner Date (With Katsuki?!). But with a twist. Stay tuned!

It wasn't everyday Izuku was going to have female company at his house. But on this particular Saturday, it was happening. It wasn't as subtle as a typical romance. A girl asks a boy out and comes over to make dinner. Instead, it was Katsuki pinning Izuku to his locker in her demand to come over on Saturday night for dinner. She demanded a candlelight dinner, a movie, and even champagne in the hot tub. He didn't know where to acquire a hot tub, but Katsuki politely told him to become creative. She finished the demand by giving him a wedgie and a wet willie. It didn't go without a peck on the cheek from his bedeviled, vile girlfriend. Never did a kiss felt savored. For a moment, his tongue didn't need to reside on the dirty, infested bathroom floor.

Everything was going along smoothly. He ordered take-out. As an ill-attempt of a gourmet meal, he put the take-out into an oven and let it settle so it can a homemade feeling. Of course, he was being cheap and the only thing he could make without burning the kitchen was his grilled cheese sandwich and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Speaking of which, he checked on his "homemade" pizza.

He was thankful to have the home alone. Acquiring alone time wasn't easy. It didn't take much of a genius to stick a thermometer under his lamp until it was hot enough to put into his mouth. Sick with worry, his parents wanted to decline family night to tend to him. Dramatic he portrayed, he told his pleading parents to not worry about him. He had his soup and orange soda to hold him for the night. He didn't want to be the source of a failed Saturday. His parents were grateful and promised to return him a program and something from the gift shop. He was sad and upset that he couldn't go to a Four Non-Blondes concert. He was really shocked to not see them. Woe was Izuku as he bid them farewell.

They departed along with his sarcasm of not attending the concert.

He checked his watch. He had about twenty minutes before Katsuki's arrival. As for their movie selection, she wanted something cheesy. Something so horrible that they need to laugh at the movie's failure to launch. They decided on three movies: Pootie Tang, The Adventures of Pluto Nash, and Failure to Launch.

Izuku and Katsuki were served the same dish as Seth MacFarlane's view on Matthew McConaughey.

As for the champagne in the hot tub, he was able to acquire non-alcoholic carbonated grape juice. He hoped she couldn't tell the difference. He found his mother's bath beads and tossed in the tub before…. He paused for the moment upon the realization of Katsuki's final request.

Champagne in the hot tub? What is she getting at? Is she trying to imply something? I mean, what the what?!

Knowing the traditional route of a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship would have eventually led to the hot tub, but so soon? He was thinking that they have yet gone on a few dates. They have only kissed about three times. Are they ready for the next step, he was thinking after turning the dial for the water in the bathtub.

With everything in place, he was ready for tonight. Then, he forgot the final piece of the puzzle, his clothing. He wasn't sure what attire she was ready, but he needed to be somewhat formal. He returned to his bedroom with haste in search of clothing. No time for a shower, he sprayed his body with cologne and air freshener, just in case. He went into his closet and pull on a pair of khaki slacks and an orange long-sleeve buttoned-down shirt. He looked in the mirror and put a mint in his mouth.

Izuku Midoriya was finally ready for tonight.

He slid down the stair railings and returned to the kitchen. He pulled his pizza out of the oven. The dinner table has already been set. The movies were on the living room table, ready for play. The bathroom was ready for their "finale."

Everything was planned to the best of his ability. He snapped his fingers as he took a seat at the table. He did a double take on the arrangements of the table.

He heard a knock at the door.

It was time. He swallowed a lump in his throat. He silently prayed to God for a great evening. He checked his hair; checked his breath; checked his underarms. He nodded his head.

"Here I come," he called out from the kitchen. He trailed into the living room. He reached for the flowers that he purchased for Katsuki, which was upon request from a text later on that day. He opened his door and presented his gift to his guest."

"Wow, these are for me? Then yet again, you were always such a soft tease."

Izuku's eyes drew to the source of the voice. His mouth went agape when seeing the guest taking her flowers and clenching them tightly. His heart was beating fastly. His head was filling flooded like a swimming pool. The visitor smiled, lingering her arms towards the stunned Izuku. He was taken aback, backing away to close the door. However, her foot caught in between the door.

The tall, slender woman was beautiful, carried a mature aura. Actually, she was an older woman. Although she was in her thirties, her demeanor made her like a woman in her teens. Her pink hair swayed in the wind, exposing her dashing blue eyes. Her pinkish flushed face displayed a smile as she pushed herself into the residence before closing the door. Izuku stood against the wall in shock of his surprising, unexpecting, uninviting guest.

Kazuho Haneyama

She whistled a tune, removing her peacoat and tossing it on the couch. "Nice place you have, Izuku." She kept the flowers, smelling them as she took a seat.

"W-W-what are you doing here," said Izuku. He was surprised, shocked that this woman came to his home and walked in like she owned the place. She looked at the movies that were displayed on the table.

"The Adventures of Pluto Nash," she questioned. "You are still the same. You have never changed."

"Haneyama-senpai," said Izuku. "What are you doing here? How are you in town? Wait a minute, it doesn't matter. You need to leave. This isn't a good time."

She scanned to the kitchen when she sniffled something delicious in the kitchen. "Is that dinner cooking? Who were you expecting?" She winked. "Waiting for me?"

She walked into the kitchen while Izuku picked up her coat. As he made it to the kitchen, he attempted to put the coat on Haneyama-senpai. His eyes scanned her black blouse. Then, his nose picked up a strong, but pleasant scent. He shook his head to get back to the moment at hand.

"Haneyama-senpai," said Izuku. "You have to go. You can't be here. You…." He was cut off when she turned and put her tender lips to his face.

"Haneyama-senpai," she refrained. "Did you forget to call me Kazuho? You were never like this when we were alone at camp."

"Please, Haneyama-senpai," said Izuku, overlooking the previous conversation. "My girlfriend is coming at any moment. You must leave."

She crossed her arms, furrowing her eyebrows in the process. She tapped her foot slowly. "Girlfriend?" She tsked. "You must be some mistake. You don't have no girlfriend." She let out a slight smile. "When you still belong to me."

"Belong to you," he retorted. "That was camp. Many, many months ago." He flickered his eyes. "How in the hell did you find me?"

She wavered her eyes. "Nothing can separate me from your love, my lovely doll." She cupped his cheek tenderly. "With us, there are no walls." She purred. "Remember tearing down your walls?"

"Please, Haneyama-senpai."

"Kazuho."

"Please, Kazuho. I am begging you. You have to go. Katsuki can come at any minute."

"Good, she needs to know that she is walking into your real girlfriend."

Knowing that the former pinkette vigilante wasn't going to take "no" for an answer, he decided to take another approach. He decided to call Katsuki to cancel the arrangement. As he reached for the phone, Kazuho took the phone from his reach.

Kazuho looked at him playfully and shook her head. Izuku attempted to wrench the phone from her grasp, but she pushed him back and gave him a much more serious glare which stopped him in his tracks.

"I am not going anywhere without you explaining yourself with this situation of a girlfriend. You have quickly forgotten of the many nights we were at camp. I took care of you and comforted you. I played the role of your mother and made sure that you were in my embrace. I don't take affections likely, Izuku Midoriya. You were mine the moment I laid eyes on you. You are mine. So, fuck whatever that little twat has to think. And she is going to know about this."

She put the phone down and pushed Izuku to the kitchen counter. Without a second to think, she was on top of Izuku. He felt the pressure of her body. Her breasts were firm on his chest. Her legs prying open his legs, feeling it on his penis.

She smirked. "Remember this, Izuku?"

He was silent, thinking of the moments where he was at camp in the summer. The nights when he came to her office for counseling. At that moment, he became fearful.

"Izuku? Izuku? Where are you, baka?"

Izuku's eyes widened while Kazuho was delighted in joy.

"She is here," she purred.

To be continued….

Sometime back at camp….

Kazuho closed the door before locking it. No one was going to see what she was going to do with him. He waited patiently as a good boy should on her bed, she thought. He stared at her with timidity. It was cute in a way, she told to herself. By now, he should be adjusted to it. However, I don't care how he feels. That is because whenever I am here, he belongs to me.

The pinkette walked very gently to his direction. He is trembling, how cute.

"Icchan," she purred to him.

He was shaking like a leaf. She used his hand to stroke his green hair. His hair didn't compare to how he was looking in the face.

"Look at yourself," she told him. She put her face on his cheek. "You are scared. Aren't you?"

In time, she planted her lips around him. She grabbed him by his shoulder and suck him any of his timidity and fears. She wanted it all. His body, his mind, his spirit, and over his soul. She told him to lay all of his burdens to him, for he was hers.

A trail of saliva bridged them.

He edged back to the bed. He resided to the covers where he awaited his orders.

"Call me by your name," she told him.

"Yes, mistress," he replies.

She smiled and gave him another kiss before turning out the light.

To be continued...for real this time...what happened at camp, Izuku?!