Hey, guys. [girlfriendoftheauthor] here. Just taking a break from my thesis to write a story with my boyfriend. This time, this is an OOC Izuku x OOC Himiko story. Enjoy!
Plot: Izuku does a favor for Neito to meet a girl he has met on online. Big mistake!
A/N: the League of Villians are portrayed as women in this particular story.
It was lunch time at UA High School. Izuku was sitting outside as he was opening his bento box. The old-fashioned classic peanut butter and jelly sandwich had to do the trick for the time being. His mother was short on funds and was unable to give her darling son money until the following weekend. She had to make a trip overseas to give her delightful, hardworking husband a strongly-worded explanation on why their hardworking funds were going to support local Filipino single mothers.
Izuku hoped to hear from his mother soon. He needed to buy some milk to go with the peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Before Izuku could take the first bite, another hand slapped his hand. Izuku felt like life was in slow motion as he saw his sandwich dropped to the floor to be feasted by the hidden critters.
"Good, you aren't doing anything right now, Midoriya!" Izuku tried to keep his smiling composure as the self-proclaimed genius of class 1-B, Neito Monoma made his humble appearance. Izuku's inner thoughts: No this bastard did not swipe my sandwich down. I want to tear this white bread a new asshole. But first, I going to be subtle. "Greetings, Monoma! How can I assist you with today?"
The charmer kneeled beside Izuku as he began cracking his knuckles. Izuku tried to avoid this inferior-complex teen. However, his antics were always drawing near whenever he felt he was deprived of attention.
Scratching his head, Izuku said. "Look, I believe Katsuki and Eijirou are nearby doing their Sadie Hawkins, why not join them."
Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Neito smiled. "Clever, Midoriya! Simpletons wanted to look at women under their disenchanted discord. Classical 1-A nonsense."
Izuku's inner thoughts: those disenchanted vocabulary isn't going to save you if I beat your ass, you bastard. "Yeah, Neito! We are just that minute under your clever charm." He dug into his ear. "So, any particular reason of wanting me? Or you were passing through?"
Neito gave his Cheshire Cat smirk. "I am going to pretend that Swahili for a pleasure to listen to my request." He coughed. "As you can see, my fair Midoriya, I have engaged myself in the wonderful woman of online courtship." He reached for his cell phone. "Her name is Sara. She is a beautiful blonde girl from Britain. She is classy, full of charm. Reminds me of Melissa Shield. Such a blue eyed beauty.
Izuku's inner thoughts: blonde and blue-eyed is overrated, you jackass. As if people don't know any other color. Our perfect world. "She has quite a charm about her."
"Of course, she isn't a dull and dishwater plain Jane like Ochako here," he smirked. "As I've mentioned, she goes to a prestigious high school in London, speaks Japanese, plays polo and finds me cute!" He held the phone to his chest. "And I'm so, so in love with this beauty that sits upon me." He regained his composure. "So, I need your help."
"What's wrong?"
"I am not sure that she might be the girl I think she is."
"Have you guys spoken on the phone or through webcams."
"She says that her parents don't allow webcams. We have spoken on the phone." Neito kissed the picture. "She sounds like an angel." He wiped his face. "I need you to do a recon." He pulled out a piece of paper. "Sara texted me and said that she is visiting town today. Today!"
Izuku looked carelessly. However, he wasn't going to let him know about that.
"I want you to go in my place. Say, that you are a humble servant of Neito."
"Humble servant?"
"It could be worse. When I spoke to Shouto about this, I called him my lovely dog." He displayed his reddened hand. "It didn't go so well. Thank God for my copy quirk." He slapped Izuku's shoulder. "So, do this for me and I won't tell Kayama-sensei that you have the answers to tomorrow's exam."
Izuku raised his eyebrow. "I don't have the answer to tomorrow's exam."
Neito immediately shoved a sheet of paper into Izuku's hand. "You do now!" He smiled as he saw the devil herself walking through the pavilion. "Kayama-sensei," he yelled before Izuku covered his mouth.
"All right, all right, Jesus!" Izuku shook his head in frustration. "I will do it. Tell me what I need to do."
Neito displayed his smug grin as he pulled out a few dollars. "I know you are familiar with food stamps and welfare, so here is a few dollars. I've told Sara that I will meet her at the French cafe near school. Another thing we like - French cuisine."
Izuku's inner thoughts: And...
Izuku's sub-inner thoughts: Hop off of France's dick and quit riding them like a rodeo show!
Izuku's inner urban thoughts: Izuku, beat that motherfucker right now! On my mama, tear his ass up!
Izuku's inner woman thoughts: The nerve of that vile excuse of man. Please, Izuku. Do something about this!
"Sure. What time?"
"After school. Please be there on time. She said that she will be wearing a red rose." Neito stood up. "Thanks a lot. Have to run. Sorry about the sandwich. I would help but I don't speak poor!" Neito ran off into the distance.
Izuku took a deep breath. As he watched his sandwich being covered by ants, he made one slight touch to the ground. Neito didn't make far as he fell into the crevice that fitted him well.
Later after school….
There were many things Izuku could do at the point in time and he is serving as an escort for Neito for a girl he has never met.
Izuku made it to the crosswalk where he saw the French cafe. The smell of duck loomed into the air. And with the money Neito gave him, he will be sure to take advantage of this. From the distance, he spotted a girl in his eyesights. She was a young woman with straight blonde hair long enough to stretch down her back. She has deep sky blue eyes and a pair of red, oval frame eyeglasses.
She was wearing a blue blouse with a white dress.
"Whoa! She does look similar to Melissa," said Izuku to himself.
As if they were in-sync, the girl saw Izuku and waved at him. Izuku looked both ways before crossing the street to the cafe.
"Good afternoon," said the woman as Izuku approached the seat at the outside cafe.
"Afternoon," replied Izuku as he bowed to her. "My name…."
"Izuku Midoriya," said the woman. "Neito told me that you were coming. Sara B. Goode is my name."
The duo exchanged handshakes as Izuku took a seat.
"I am excited to be here in this country," she said. "Too bad that Neito couldn't be here. I know he was busy taking care of the homeless right now. He is such a good spirit."
Izuku nervously laughed. "Yeah. What a guy!"
Sara informed Izuku that she decided to have crepes as appetizers until they were ready to order.
"So, Izuku," she said to him. "Tell me about yourself."
Before he could respond, the phone rang. Sara stood up. "Excuse me, I have to go to the little girl's room. Be right back."
Meanwhile….
Sara stepped inside of the cafe to head to the restroom. However, instead of heading to the restroom, she headed into the kitchen. Sitting cross-legged on the counter was a person who didn't look like she should belong in the kitchen.
"Dabi," she said to the woman. "How are those crepes coming along?"
"Supplied with much sedatives to take down an elephant," replied Dabi as she worked on the appetizers. "Is he here?"
"My lovely husband? Yes!" Sara scoffed excitedly as she began to psychotically grin. "Thank the gods that Neito is such an idiot. Although intelligent, he is quite vain when it comes to understanding people."
"Right about that, Himiko!"
"No, no, no. I am Sara B. Goode!" She flicked Dabi on her nose. "Remember?"
"Right, right!"
"Now, if you excuse me, Sara must convince Izuku to fall into her charms," replied Sara as she left out of the kitchen. She didn't even looked at the bound and gagged cooks tied up beside the women.
Izuku, Izuku, Izuku!
Look into my eyes, my love
Tell me that I'm the one
If you don't then I'm afraid
I just may come undone
Sing to me again, my love
That sweet song that you had sung
Only sing for me and just me
Or I may have to slice off your tongue
Come a little closer, my love
Tell me things I wish to hear
If you don't, I think I may cry
And you just may disappear
Say that it's meant to be, my love
That one day soon we'll be wed
Otherwise you'll be killing my dreams
And they won't be the only thing dead
Why have you done this, my love?
Talking with those damn whores
You shattered my heart into pieces
I shall do the same thing to yours
To be continued?