Hey, guys! Big Diesel and [girlfriendoftheauthor] here. We honestly couldn't place this story when making this. So, let's call this gentle(?) yandere. And yes, this chapter is a play on words from the anime, 'School Days.' An OOC Rumi x OOC Izuku with a special guest! Enjoy!
Izuku sat at the foot of the school with his backpack in his hand. He didn't get much sleep from the previous night. He had too much on his mind. Despite his mother giving him medicine to aid his sleep, it wasn't enough to suffice. He spent the remainder of the night reading comic books and watching anime. That morning, his mother had given him a cup of coffee. She hoped that it will be enough until he returned home from school.
He remembered his mother hugging from the back, kissing him from behind his ear, and telling him that she will give him stronger medicine when he returned. He gave her a small affirmation through his nose before walking with Tenya and Katsuki to school. He was finding it weird how affectionate his mother was becoming. He concluded that she was longing for her husband who has been overseas for quite a while. He hoped that his father would come home soon.
He told his friends that he would stay behind and to go on without him. He wanted some time to himself before entering the building. He pulled out the latest copy of Assassination Classroom for reading pleasure until he heard the first bell.
He was too in-depth with the story's creative plot that he did not notice the shadow standing over him. The shadow lingered a strong fragrance. There was a hint of body wash as well. The emerald-haired teen stopped his reading, for he knew who was the owner of the perfume as well as the strawberry bubblegum shampoo. He closed his book before looking upward.
She was a short, attractive white-haired woman who reminded him of his Auntie Yuu, but with no class. She had a nasty attitude when it came to children, which is ironic for an educator. Then yet again, she was not an educator, but the substitute school nurse. Recovery Girl decided to take a leave of absence for the time being and the tanned devil in black decided to take her place in her absence. Amazing how she was the Pro Hero #5 and decided to sub at UA High. He knew of her fierce, harsh reputation. She believed that heroes in teams were cowardice. Her words were venomous, even bringing Katsuki and Aizawa-sensei to their knees.
When it came to men, don't ask. Rumors speculated that she was possibly a lesbian. Rumors speculated due to her tough demeanor that she wasn't allowed to be a lesbian.
Once, out of pure innocence, Izuku remembered his classmate Nirengeki told her how pretty she was. One stomp to the foot and Nirengeki was sent flying. He survived. He had a broken ego and needed to change his pants.
Since then, she was considered untouchable and feared. He also made it his mission to stay away from the evil rabbit nurse.
Unfortunately, fate wouldn't even allow that.
He sighed heavily but trying his best to not exacerbate the tension that was already thickening the steps of the school. Her red eyes returned him a strong glance. The glance of "you are standing in my way. Why in the hell are you in my line of sight?"
"Good Morning, Usagiyama-sensei" he said calmly, displaying his awkward smile. She took off her glasses, putting it in between her collar of her blouse. He was grateful that her large bust blocked her face.
She scoffed, kneeling down to take the comic book away from Izuku. She scoffed again, displaying disgust. "Typical boys," she said to him, breaking the awkward silence. "Always think they are above the law when bringing unauthorized material to school." She rolled his comic and hit him on his head.
"Ow," cried Izuku. "What was that for?"
"For being a stupid child, Midoriya," she responded, using the latter with such venom in her voice. "And for the record, it is Miruko-sensei to you, boy!"
Izuku was not going to talk back if he didn't know any better. He was going to accept the removal of his book as a loss. He got up from the steps and was going to make his way to the school. She blocked his sight.
He kept his face staring at the entrance. Despite her short stature, if one were to look down, then it was trouble.
"Who gave you permission to leave, Midoriya," she questioned the emerald-haired child.
"Miruko-sensei," he said calmly. "I don't want any trouble. You got what you are looking for. I won't bring it again. Can I please go?" He sighed. He really wanted that book. It was a reward from his mother for his extra help around the house.
Miruko-sensei chuckled, swinging the book in his direction. She spotted the principal walking to the front of the school. She waved at him to get his attention.
"Principal Nezu," she said to the principal with a plastic smile. "Can I have your attention for a second."
Principal Nezu stopped right in his tracks. Izuku knew that a guy like him would ogle over the attractive nurse. Once again, she was the beauty of Auntie Yuu with no class but used her sexuality for her disposal.
"Principal Nezu," she said. "Midoriya-san isn't feeling well." She stepped behind Izuku, placing her breasts on his back; while putting her hands on his shoulder. "I am going to check him out at my office. Is it okay for me to excuse him? I will notify his parents if things get worse."
Principal Nezu, wordless at the sight and (not) envy of wanting to be in Izuku's position. If anything, he eyed the sign of the cross to the fallen comrade. He coughed out a "yes" before scurrying away to his office.
She crackled. "It looks to me he will be using me as fuel as soon as he closed those doors." She winked at Izuku before taking his hand. "Let's go, brat!"
"To hell here I come!"
"What was that, Midoriya?"
"Nothing, Miruko-sensei."
"Good!" She slapped him in the face with his comic.
She dragged Izuku to the entrance of the school way and into the hallways. Class has already begun, leaving a few students in between classes. The nurse's station was actually a converted temporary building behind the school. Actually, she didn't want any associate and chose to be left alone. Nezu or the others couldn't agree anymore.
On days she had children, she was resourceful with her job. On the days she had Izuku, she was closed for an indefinite duration of the day.
This was going to be Izuku's second time having her special services. Unfortunately, Izuku was spotted by Miruko-sensei a mile away.
Oh, my God. He looks so cute when he is nervous. Jesus, if the boy didn't look any more pitiful then I would have ripped him to shreds right on spot. I must have him! This disregard and avoidance are driving me crazy!
He was the first to enter the office. It was a standard office. Two beds and curtains to separate the two. It had a desk for her work and a closet of her materials. She locked the door behind him. He didn't look, but he knew that Miruko-sensei had hungry eyes.
Today, this cinnamon roll was already on the menu.
"Have a seat, Midoriya," she commanded him to do. Following her orders, he sat at the bed. From his view at her desk, there was a copy of No Matter How I Look at It, It's You Guys' Fault I'm Not Popular. It was a gift that he got from his classmate, Mina Ashido, as a thank you for being a good classmate, or at least he kept telling himself that. Lately, he felt that he was being watched. Only because trinkets of her hair were spotted at his front door, on his windowsill, and he swore in his boxer briefs.
He tried not to think nothing of it. He did confide to his friend, Ochako, about it. She said that everything will be okay and it was his imagination. He still pondered on how did Mina slipped on a baseball and then the baseball bat landed in her eye.
She took calm steps, walking slowly back and forth like she was thinking. He kept his head down. After a few moments, she sat next to him.
"You must love when I do these things, don't you," she said with seriousness in her voice.
"No ma'am," he responded. His voice was a bit shaky.
"You must love taking things from you, knowing damn well how I feel," she said while gripping his chin. "It is like you are setting me up. Look at you. You give me such a childish look and a beady look in your eyes. What is wrong with you?" She gripped tighter. "You are doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
"What," he asked, feeling startled.
"You know how much you are turning me on right now," she said. "Being a bitch day in and day out to protect the fact that I am nothing more than a Goddamn shotacon. I try calming down with these brats. I tell you guys to follow the rules. Then seeing you around and disobeying me. It is like you are asking me to rape you." She continued. "I've tried craving my craving. Slept with lots of women, went to gay bars. None of which worked. Izuku, do you know what you do to me?"
"No, ma'am," he said. "That was never my intentions to make you feel weird."
She gave a crooked smile. Crooked, yet seductive smile. "You must think I am a fool. Knowing you are filling these girls head with perverted thoughts. You act too innocent by being cute. You must love being the fuel of these many girls, including me. To be damn if some random brunette, big-titty, frog-like, red-headed bitch is going to take you from me. No one!"
"No, ma'am," he said admittedly. "I just wanted to read my comics."
She went quiet, releasing her grip. She turned and walked to her desk where she has his books. "Do you want these books back?"
He shook his head. "Yes, ma'am!"
"What can you do for me to give you these books?"
He swallowed a lump. He knew the answer. This was not his first time in this position.
"Remember the deal I offered you?"
He was shaking. He began to crack his voice. "Yes, ma'am."
It was about a week ago when Izuku had his first encounter with Miruko-sensei. She went easy on him. She tied him to the bed where she gave him a blowjob. In return, he performed cunnilingus on her. During that time, she offered a deal that if he submitted to her, then he can be given rights to get his books and some favors of her choosing. He said that he would think about it. Just for assurance, they sealed the deal by exchanging bodily fluids.
He didn't eat any dinner that night. His tongue tasted of their juices.
"Think about it, Izuku. Your troubles of being a cherry picker will be over. Submit to me and you will be taken care of," she told him with absoluteness. "You will get the permission of toys and comics that I think are suitable for you. On weekends and some nights, I want private time with you."
She returned sitting next to him, leaving little space. "Plus, I will provide books to get better with performing with me. I need no amatuer when performing."
She heard a knock at the door, interrupting her thought. She walked to the door and opened it. Izuku saw another girl. He knew who she was. She and Izuku spent time together at Shouto's house. It was her older sister, Fuyumi. Peculiar as she didn't work at this school.
She was a delicate girl, a teacher. She was also the best cook in Izuku's opinion. He enjoyed eating her cakes. He noticed how enjoyable she got whenever he approved any of her dishes. She looked like a puppy who was complimented.
"I did not come at a bad time, did I," she asked Miruko-sensei.
She shook her head in disagreement. "No, you made good timing."
Miruko-sensei swayed Fuyumi's forehead before enveloping her lips around the quiet woman. Fuyumi didn't resist. She returned her affection by wrapping her arms around her.
Izuku's mouth was agape to the sight. Oh, God! Poor Shouto!
Meanwhile, Miruko-sensei made a look at Izuku every now and again before breaking the kiss.
Fuyumi was still caught in her trance. She then turned to Izuku.
Ok, must leave! Shouto will kill me if…. He tried backing away, but Fuyumi caught him by his hips, showing her heart-shaped pupils.
"Got you," she exclaimed with a sing-song. "You are finally within my reach!"
He turned to the white-haired woman. "What is going on?"
She chuckled. "You see, my precious Izuku. My appetite is strong. Just because I like chocolate doesn't mean I stay eating it forever." She came from behind Fuyumi and began caressing her breast. She moaned in the process. "Fuyu, here, is my pet. She does whatever I tell her to do. She pleases me in any way."
Shouto's sister looked at Izuku with stunned eyes before cupping her cheek around his, caressing it.
"Fuyumi likes you. She wants to be with you," Miruko-sensei giggled. "I was thrilled because I have been eyeing you for quite a while. I just didn't know when to strike. Plus, rather her than those cum-sucking bitches like Ochako or Momo or that wretched bitch Mina who wanted a taste of you!"
What the hell?!
Fuyumi stroked her finger to Izuku's lip. "Mistress isn't so bad, Izuku. She will treat you right. I can treat you right, my love." She went forward and pressed her lips on his. They were soft and moist, thought Izuku.
Miruko-sensei instructed Fuyumi to have a seat at her desk. She nodded her head and gave Izuku another peck before going to the seat.
"She fills my slot as a pet for a girlfriend," she said while pushing Izuku to the bed. She sat on his hips, while holding his arms. "Now I need a pet for a boyfriend. What do you say? Do you care to submit?"
"And if I say no," asked Izuku.
Miruko-sensei pursed her lips. "You wouldn't want that, Izuku. What would you Mom think you got in trouble for attempting to rape two girls? You will be so dead."
"No, you wouldn't!"
"Go against us and I will, Izuku. I will do anything that is going to invest in our future together."
He turned and saw Fuyumi with pleas in her eyes. As much as he was becoming confused, he was still in concern for Fuyumi. Until he saw her smile. "Please, Izuku. You wouldn't want Shouto to hate you!"
His thoughts were interrupted when Miruko-sensei began kissing his neck.
"What do you say, pet, she purred. "Do you submit?"
She reached into her pocket and displayed a diamond-studded collar.
"Do..you...submit?"
He sighed while lifting his neck to Miruko-sensei. "Yes!"
"Thank you, my pet," she said while wrapping the collar on his neck. "I am proud of you." She turned to Fuyumi. "Get the gear ready. I want to take my time on us giving him pleasure." She returned her sights to Izuku. "Look at it as a welcoming party to our little clan and a graduation party from her virginity."
"But…," he tried to say before Fuyumi returned and placed a kiss on him. Both were engaged to overtake Izuku.
"You and Fuyumi are mine," she said with a declaration. "You are my pets."
"Yes, mistress," said Fuyumi with pride.
She turned to Izuku "You and Fuyumi will treat each other as siblings. You will love on each other, even if I am absent. No one, I mean no one is allowed to do anything else. Understand?"
He shook his head. "Yes, mistress!"
Yes! Yes! Izuku belongs to me, you sickening whores. He is mine! He is mine! And there is nothing no bitch can do to stop me! I have Fuyumi! I have Izuku! I am going to have so much fun!
To be continued….