Sometimes doing a solid doesn't always go in your favor. Check out Izuku's case in which when doing a solid went wrong. Another dark comedy. Enjoy!
It was once in a blue moon when Izuku laughed at someone's misfortune. For a man who has had the privilege thanks to a spiky-haired, red-eyed, volatile, needs-to-be-maimed blonde. He paused, trying to digress for this wasn't the time as he was scrolling through his Instagram. It was a quiet weekend and he was at the coffeehouse nearby. He was here at the request of a classmate. It wasn't often that he and this particular classmate spoke but he came to him at a dire need following the end of school that Friday.
'Izuku. Can you meet with me tomorrow at the coffeehouse nearby?'
'Sure, I have no problem with that.'
Izuku laughed as his classmate drew his facial expression on the thought bubble. He grinned to the fact that thought bubble was his actual face.
The bell rung at the door. He turned as the devil himself entered the diner. He was wearing a sweatshirt and blue jeans. He spoke with the waitress on his order before making his way to Izuku's table.
He bumped fist with the emerald-haired teen. "Thanks on looking out for me this morning." He bowed to Izuku. "Really, thanks for this solid."
"No problem, Fukidashi. Anything to do to help."
"Thanks," replied Manga. Manga reached into his pocket. In his possession was a very small floral envelope. It smelled of honeydew perfume and laced in red ribbon. Izuku already knew what this meeting was going to be about.
"This was in my locker yesterday after lunch," said his class 1-B classmate. Izuku could tell that he was nervous. Judging by the huge sweatdrop, he tried to console his classmate.
"Relax, Manga. There's nothing wrong with getting those kinds of letters."
"That's the thing! I've never received this before." He stared at Izuku. "What could it be a trick?"
Izuku slid his cell phone over to Manga. He showed his Instagram which contained a video. He pushed the play button.
On the video, it displayed an unsuspecting Minoru Mineta standing in front of Tsuyu Asui at school. In her hand, she presented to him a small box.
'Minoru, I want you to have these.'
'Tsuyu, really? What are these?'
Out of nowhere, Eijiro appeared and reached by Minoru. He aimed for Minoru's boxers where he gave him a high-end wedgie.
'These nuts,' shouted Tsuyu as she slapped his thigh. 'Got 'em! Ribbit!'
The video ended as Izuku pulled back his cell phone. "So, I doubt that. You are more on the cooler spectrum than Minoru." He sighed. "Rest his soul. He will be singing soprano until his ball descended again. According to Recovery Girl, it will take about three weeks. So, the lad is taking a leave of absence from school."
Manga rubbed his arm nervously. "Here's praying that it isn't that." He looked onto Izuku. "Care to do the honors?"
Izuku took the envelope. Judging by the texture of the envelope, this wasn't cheap. So, there was no way this was a prank. He hoped that it wasn't the penalty game either. Yet again, it still didn't compare to poor Minoru.
I think he needs to have a girl like Tomoko from WataMote in his life. Izuku opened the envelope. He grabbed the letter. He saw the letter written in cursive and in English. He was thankfully proficient in the English language. He proceeded to read.
I like you, Manga
Can we meet somewhere private?
Let's say at the park?
~Your secret senpai
It was a haiku. Atypical but sweet. At the bottom of the letter, it gave the time and the location. He eyed the letter when realizing that it was today in about an hour.
Izuku sighed loudly. "Okay, do you want the good news or the bad news first?"
Manga began to produce teardrops. "Oh, God, don't tell me I have done something wrong?"
"No, it's not that. It is just you might should have read this letter sooner."
About a half hour later….
Izuku and Manga were in the restroom at the diner. They have rushed to the nearby clothing store for a change of shirt. Manga was nervous as he continued to drop sweatdrops, which Izuku told him to be different as they were quite heavy with moisture.
Izuku observed the blue buttoned-down shirt he had Manga to put on. He stuck out his tongue. "I think it looks good. Looks really good."
Manga displayed a drawn smile. "Thanks. However one more thing." Manga reached into his pocket. In his possession was a marker.
"What's this?"
"Dude! I am a thought bubble! She needs to see a handsome face. I need your help drawing me."
Izuku stood awkwardly nervous. "Manga, I am not what you call an artist. I could still barely color within the lines."
Manga grabbed Izuku's collar. He was now in prayer mode. "Please, Izuku. Help me with this solid. I promise you whatever you want, it will be worth your while."
Izuku didn't like it when his classmates were in a bind. Also, those teardrops were beginning to hurt. It still didn't compare to whenever Yuga winks. He hoped that he saw that doctor he had recommended to him. "Okay, Manga. I hope you don't get mad." He reached for the marker.
"I won't be, Izuku. Thanks for being a friend."
A few minutes later….
The park covered a wide area that could fit about three small houses. It was hilly with a tall tree or two near one hill. There were benches for people to sit in every corner and jogging tracks were all around the edges of the park. The west corner had some swings too on which many children used to come and play. Flower hedges and bushes grew all around; this made the park look more pleasant and attractive.
Izuku checked his phone and saw that they had a few minutes to spare. He found a bench to sit. He turned around as he saw Manga hiding behind the bush.
"Manga, what's wrong?"
"Dude, I look hideous."
"Manga, you're fine!"
"Did you look at the picture I have given you?"
[Manga wanted to look like the character, Alan from The Amazing World of Gumball, in his handsome form. However, he had the original form instead.]
"Yes, I did." He took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. "I've told you, I am not an artist but you have insisted." He jumped the bench and grabbed Manga to come to the bench. "Relax, dude. This girl must know you if she didn't send this letter to you. You will be fine."
Manga nodded to Izuku showing approval. He was wiping sweat from his thought bubble. "You're right. Ok, ok, I am good. I am good." As he was turning around, he saw Izuku leaving him. "Where are you going?"
Izuku paused. "You know I can't be here. But relax, I will be behind these trees here. I will wait for you until your admirer arrives." He gave him the okay sign. "Good luck and many blessings!"
A few more minutes later….
Izuku needed to head to the restroom to relieve some tension from the coffee he had drunk. As he found the stall, he began to relieve himself. He hoped that Manga was going to be okay in his absence. It was past the meeting time. Hopefully, things were going to fall in his favor.
After flushing the toilet and washing his hands, he went to find dry paper towels. There weren't any so he patted his pants to dry. He felt the letter in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw that there was a second page to it. He began to read the letter.
To the one in my dreams,
I've been watching you for a while, my darling. I know we could be happy together if only you'd hear me out and listen to my wishes…
Though I've only been watching you from a distance, I know that I love you and I could very possibly need you, that is, until they got in the way.
This person…what do you see in them? I could do so much for you. I could keep you safe and warm. I wouldn't argue with you. I would never hurt you. That is, unless, you tried to leave.
I don't know what crosses my mind more…On one hand I have the pure intentions of seeing your smiling face greeting me every morning, but on the other, I know you might try to leave, and oh, the things I would do to you. My Plan B is already existent if you deny me of my way.
I would have to ruin that pretty little face of yours. I would carve you the jolliest smile and as you wept, I would kiss away all of your tears. Please don't leave me, my dearest.
If you still would attempt to escape, I'd have to break your legs. I may not be very strong but I'm positive a crowbar could do the trick. Stay with me, love, I'll take good care of you.
If you would be desperate enough to attempt crawling away from that point, I would simply chain your hands behind your back as not to bring you any more harm. You're already terrified of me, enough, aren't you beloved?
Don't worry; I'll take very good care of you. I'll feed you every day and give you plenty to drink. No matter what you say, what venom you spit, what hateful words you have for me…I will always love you.
Eventually, you'll lose the will to fight me. Then you'll understand the depth of my love. You'll respond to my kisses and affection with equal love, that is…I hope.
If not, I'll make myself beautiful for you. I'll paint my lips with your crimson, I'll starve myself until I reach perfection in your eyes, I'll even make the effort to set foot outside in the sunlight to add a healthy glow to my skin if that is your wish. I promise to be everything you want.
If that's not good enough for you, I fear that I'll have to go to the most drastic measures…
I'm being quite literal when I say I'll take your heart, as you've stolen mine.
Please darling…just let me see you smile. I'd rather not resort to my secondary plan.
Love me…forget about them. After all, they've already been taken care of. I'm all you have left, sweet love. I'm anxiously awaiting your arrival with open arms. Come cry into my shoulder. Let me hold you.
P.S. Would someone please deliver this to Izuku Midoriya? You know, the emerald-haired cinnamon roll that needs my loving. The one that once he reads this letter, he might try to escape? I hope he is a good runner!
Creepypasta's "Love Letter." He had read this before. He stood nervously as why would this appear in the pretty envelope beside Manga's letter.
As he made his attempt to leave, he saw a person wearing a medical mask and sunglasses with a baseball cap. The person was holding a lead pipe in their hands.
"What is this," asked Izuku nervously.
He was struck head first.
Silence followed thereafter.
To be continued….