Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you another MHI special: 'The Deku Wars: Kyoka vs. Mina: The Interlude!' Where we last left the girls, the girls were in a debacle about claiming Izuku. Thanks to mediator, Ryuko, she decides to have a contest on who will take Izuku's heart. As for Izuku's say in this….well, you just have to read and find out.
Also, if you can, check out the My Hero Izuku spinoff, "It's RWBY's Fault That My Classmates Became Yanderes!" It is a spinoff chapter from the MHI special with Mei x Izuku.
Are you Team Kyoka or are you Team Mina?
Long ago in UA High School far, far away….
It was at the nail salon where the rocker chick Kyoka was getting her nails done. Peculiar as she rather have chipped nails whenever she strums a guitar or wrecking the microphone during her basement sessions. However, this Kyoka was going to be ladylike. She was going to be well-groomed and pampered for a date with Izuku.
Her mother was gracious enough to reserve a table at the finest French restaurant, Le Cliché. The table was sitting by the musical gushing fountain that her mother paid the owners to play some of the classics. Following dinner, the couple was to go to the movies where she wanted to watch Swimfan, Sid and Nancy, and of course, her favorite Battle Royale. The evening was to be concluded at the Ritz Carlton where they would have their nightcap.
Operation Red Emerald was to be commenced.
Being the loving, happy, getting-along-one-big-happy-family type of friends, Mina allowed having Kyoka go out on the date first. She said that she needed more think to the plot, she meant to say, come up with creative ideas on impressing Izuku. Mina wished her dea...good luck!
Of course, she cared about the chewed-up wad of bubble gum she liked to call her friend, Mina. Of course, the Majin Buu reject that should have known her place, a gloopy stain on the pissy, vermin-infested carpet of the seedy hotel that her mother was turning tricks for smack.
Who was she to judge Mina's mother? It wasn't her or her father that was among the forty, fifty-something patrons who were potential sperm donors that gave birth to a disgracing, crusty bitch of a snake.
Once again, Mina was her friend. A friend that she would love to turn into a marijuana pack. But a friend nonetheless. She wouldn't mind putting this friendly fire to the side if the bloody, pus-infected jizz rag didn't take her grubby, greasy fingers off her man.
But she knew that the pinkette was unrelenting.
And so was she.
"I had the most amazing dream about Deku," the rocker chick was saying as she was getting her nails trimmed.
"Are you sure it was amazing or it was another wet dream," asked the woman filing her nails.
"Hey, aren't you too young to talk like that, young lady," asked Kyoka while raising her eyebrows.
"And aren't you too cheap that you can't go to a real salon?" Kyoka should have mentioned that the nail salon wasn't really a salon but a chair in the Aizawa-sensei's office. And by esthetician, it was actually the silver-tongued six-year-old surrogate daughter of Eraserhead, Eri filing her nails. "I know I might be mature for my age, onee-chan, but there are certain things that you shouldn't say to a child."
Kyoka pouted her lips. "Certain things right?" She put her hands to her hips. "Shall we tell a certain boy on why he is grounded because he was accused of switching the teacher's yogurt with paste?"
Eri blushed as she touched her horn. "So, do you want your nails short or long?"
"Short, please! Be sure to paint it purple, Eri."
"Right away, onee-chan!" Eri reached for the nail polish.
"Anyway, everything has to be perfect with Izuku when we go out this weekend," she told Eri. "Look at me. Talking to a kid about love. The things you are probably thinking about is rainbows, puppies, unicorns, and flowers."
Eri blew into Kyoka's nails to remove any dust. "Honestly, after spending many years under pure hell, certain things like that are minute," she said matter-of-factly. "However, I like to pretend until my medicine kicks in."
"Mommy and Daddy?"
"Si, senora! They mean well. I am no longer having the temptation for revenge." She showed her smile. "I am happy now." She shifted her head to show Kyoka the view of the commons.
Kyoka saw Izuku walking down the corridor with Eri's person in question.
"Kota? That's Mandalay's kid."
Eri flushed. "A dreamboat. Makes my womanhood tremble."
"Eri?"
"Oh, sorry! Quoting Helga from Hey Arnold! If she says it, it must be appropriate."
Kyoka smiled, rubbing her little friend's head. "Stay young, dear." She pecked her on the cheek. "Anyway, on the next…."
She became interrupted when seeing a certain piece of pink scum hopping along her way to her Izuku. Kyoka placed her hands to the window. If one were to watch, tiny minuscule fragments of cracks were spreading.
That little bitch! I thought we have told each other at school that we weren't going to interact with him until the deal was done. That conniving little bastard of the businessmen who excavated the deep cavern of Mina's mother!
It was the pat on Eri's back that interrupted her thoughts.
"There, there Big Sister Kyoka!" Eri took Kyoka's hand as they returned back to the couch. "I can see the feeling in your eyes."
"What feelings," she asked coyly, knowing that she shouldn't show her true self in front of Eri.
Eri furrowed her eyes. "Like I've said, Kyoka. I might be six but I have been through a lot." She looked at the window. "Knowing someone you like is right there at your fingertips. But someone has their grubby little hands on him."
Kyoka stared blankly at Eri. "Eri?"
"There is a little cesspit at my school who likes Kota as well. Or at least I think she does."
"Eri."
"You know, there was a wise woman who once told me this. In the words of the great Ryoba Aishi, 'Don't wait for him to make the first move; while you're waiting, some other girl might snatch him up. You need to be proactive about this sort of thing! If another girl starts competing for him, don't back down. Stand your ground and fight with all your might! Don't let anyone steal your man!'" Eri jumped back in front of Kyoka. "I know what is your mind. Strike while the iron is hot."
Kyoka understood. Surprisingly, the words of wisdom came from Aizawa's daughter but nevertheless, it brought her excitement and motivation. She stood on the chair. "You're right, Eri! I will stand up for my man! I will come and get Izuku!" She looked at the window. "You hear me, you festering bowl of pus?! Izuku is mine. And I wish that little skank like you will be there to stop me."
Eri was applauding to Kyoka's declaration. "Excellent, onee-chan! Go and get your man!"
"Definitely! However, first things first."
"What is it?"
"Got to finish my nails. They are still wet."
"Of course, of course! Are you going to pay me."
"Does the hospital bill the teacher has is enough? I mean that wasn't Elmer's glue, you know," said Kyoka. "Plus, I don't remember yogurt being a brownish…"
"Okay," Eri retorted. "Sheesh!"
"That's right. Why did you do that anyway?"
"Remember that little cesspit?"
"Yeah?!"
"If she didn't put her grubby lips on Kota for giving her flowers," she said before stopping herself. She displayed her candid-like smile. "So, anything else going in the world of Kyoka?"
Kyoka didn't answer. She spread her lips into a smile as she began to showcase her nails. Damn, I know I can take it there but so early in life. What in the world did Chisaki do to Eri? I might need to consider asking her parents to take her to counseling.
"And if you're thinking about counseling, think again, princess," said Eri.
Kyoka stared blankly at Eri.
Eri smiled. She put her finger to her temple. "I think the Eddie Murphy meme said it best, cupcake." She began applying nail polish to the nail. "And besides, the last counselor we have visited referred us to another person." She eyed Kyoka. "What's a theurgist?"
A few hours later….
Eijiro and Katsuki were at the school gymnasium playing the basketball game of Horse. The duo didn't feel like studying and they were fortunate that the class genius Tenya Iida didn't mind doing their homework as "hush payment" in lieu of a swirly and implicating him as the photographer of their illegal operation of selling pictures of their female classmates in the gym uniform.
Of course, Katsuki was the ringleader but they wouldn't find his prints on the camera and on the computer. Eijiro missed the rim as it landed on the court.
"That is O," said Katsuki as he caught the boy.
"Bakugo, stop. That was H," retorted Eijiro.
"Red, please. I know my game," said Katsuki.
"You know what. I am not in the mood," sighed Eijro as he began to fight for the ball.
"Yo, Kirishima, aren't you going to the skin joint tonight with Rikido, Nirengeki, and Fumikage," asked Katsuki.
"Yeah, I am. Who's going to distract the guard tonight?"
"Minoru can't. His crown jewels are being repaired right now." Katsuki hissed. "Swollen like grapefruit."
"I told you he couldn't handle the kitty cat," said Eijiro.
Bakugo laughed. "It wasn't my idea to use a credit card to swipe down her ass."
"Then he asked her if her pussy was WIC*-approved!"
Katsuki shot the ball into the hoop. "That he won't do it again. And besides, Reiko's cousin is guarding the door tonight." He whistled loudly as he passed the ball to Eijiro. "Oh, yeah. There is this gaijin that is working there tonight. Half-black, half-Japanese. All ass, no legs. They call her Hip-Hop!"
Do you boys have a second to spare?
Eijiro and Katsuki both turned when hearing the feminine voice. They saw that it was their classmate, Mina. She walked into the open. She was alone. Her appearance was donning, rocking the uniform in an alluring way. Her skirt was way above the recommended length above her knees. She smelled of strawberries. Her walk gave the duo not only an erection, a thought as if they were in a music video.
"At ease with the stiffies," said Mina in a girlish manner. She turned to Katsuki. "Playing a game of Horse?"
"Oh! Nice to see you, Ashido." Bakugo managed to regain his composure, reminding himself that he was in a position of power. "Surprised to see you in this neck of the woods."
Mina lightly tapped her cheek. "I don't remember seeing any trees in the court." She winked. "Use your brain." She took the basketball and tossed it in the hoop. She snapped her fingers. "If I am not a hero, I am definitely a shooter!" She looked at Eijiro. "Kirishima, ball again."
The redhead nodded accordingly as he threw the ball. As she caught it, she turned to Bakugo. "Listen, Yellow. I need a favor."
"What kind of favor," asked Bakugo.
"Something to put a bitch out of place," she answered as she tossed the ball again into the hoop.
"Well, they wouldn't call me Katsuki 'Conniving' Bakugo for nothing," he said with a sniveling glare. "If it is Deku, then I am your-"
It was interrupted when he felt the force of the basketball hit his stomach. He coughed loudly as he hit the ground. Eijiro stood frozen. Mina appeared unfazed. She bounced the ball coyly, looking around as if who in the world did that.
"Thought you were always on your feet, Bakugo," exclaimed Mina. "Excuse my apologies." Katsuki could hear the insincerity in her voice. Nevertheless, he was caught off guard. The prowess of a woman.
"I am going to pretend you were trying to serve me," said Katsuki as he got the ball. "What are you asking for, Ashido."
"Now we can discuss business, Red Eyes," said Mina as she shifted her head to the bench. "Step into my office, let's conduct business."
Katsuki nodded, keeping his composure. He never liked being challenged but he must give the pinkette her respect. "Eijiro, go and get ready for tonight. I will be there later on."
Eijiro understood as he left the basketball court. Mina and Katsuki sat on the benches where they could conduct business.
Wiping the sweat and rubbing his stomach, Katsuki leaned on the bench. "Normally you aren't this bitchy around me so I know something is on your mind."
Mina raised her eyebrow, appearing unamused of his backhanded compliment. "You can say that when I wake up in the morning, I got Deku on my mind." The latter half of the sentence was spoken melodically.
"Whoa, Melly," whistled Katsuki. "To not get on your bad side, what do you want. You know I am not cheap."
"Do I look cheap," questioned Ashido. "And besides, it isn't about me. It is about what you are going to do help me sabotage a so-called friend." She reached into her backpack and pulled out two jars. "These are jars that you are going to use to seep your glycerin into them."
"Any particular reason?"
"I don't question you on your little operation with us girls, don't question mine," interjected Mina. "Your job is to fill the jars with your glycerin and have them ready for me by this weekend."
Katsuki looked confused. "Why not use yours? Mine is much as acidic as yours."
Mina decided to coax her blonde classmate. She glanced at her nails. "So, Bakugo." The pinkette leaned forward to him. She placed her hands on his thigh, spreading her fingers, allowing each digit to sensitize him. It made Katsuki looked into her eyes. At a close distance, Ashido was an attractive beauty. He could even taste the spearmint gum she was chewing. "Bakugo, sweetie. Look at my lovely eyes."
His eye quickly averted when seeing her raised fist.
"And then look at this motherfucking left," barked Mina. "Don't ever question me again or else I will report to Nezu about what you are doing with your operation." She snapped her fingers to get his attention. "And don't think about bribing me or saying there is no proof." She reached for her phone, showing him and Eijirou discussing their affairs with Tenya.
Mina released her fingers from Katsuki, praying to the gods for the forgiveness of cheating on her Izuku. "48 hours to fill these jars and we can call it even." She stood up as she grabbed her backpack to take her leave.
"48 hours? That is quite short notice," said Katsuki.
Mina stopped. She quickly turned. As she did, her skirt lifted and it showed her panties. It was red and satin, including Japanese writing that said, Izuku forever! Forever Izuku! "Oh, I am sorry. You're right. That is quite short notice, isn't it?"
"Thank you for realizing that."
She nodded. "You're right. You have 24 hours to give me these jars!" She blew a kiss to the blonde. "Too-da-loo!"
To be continued….
Ryuko was pouring herself a glass of wine as she was dimming the lights in her condo. Sade was playing in the background. She sighed happily as she was sporting her red-clad lingerie. She swayed her hips as Garbage was reaching the crescendo to "I Would Die For You." Her soft supple breasts were exposed, feeling free as she was preparing to have a night of her own.
As promised, Izuku returned unharmed and unfortunately untouched. As much as she wanted his rosebud, she must wait until the timing is right. However, that didn't stop her from installing cameras in Izuku's dorm as he rested.
She fought the urge to play with her kitten.
"Mama needs to think right now, sweetness," she said to her kitten. "We can purr together later."
(A/N: That is a funny way how she talks to her vagina)
Her status as a Pro Hero has given her many advantages. One of which is to establish a connection with fellow people for favors. Of course, favors aren't cheap. Nevertheless, she was grateful that she can trust these certain connections.
Sitting at her desk, she opened her laptop as she decided to do some research about the current competition.
Eri says that Kyoka is preparing for this weekend. As of now, she looks like she doesn't have an ace to her sleeve. Knowing for keloid ears, there is something strumming beside the frequencies on her hair.
Thanks to my other connect, Eijiro, he let me know that Mina was in the vicinity to strike a deal with Katsuki. Quite clever, pinky! What kind of dastardly deeds do you plan to harm your lovely dear best friend? Like I can care less.
She clicked on the television where she had access to her Deku Monitor. She was right on schedule as she watched Izuku performing his nightly ritual.
Look my precious darling getting off to Agata manga. Thank the gods that it is ONLY animated. I wouldn't know what to do if I were to have to fight a bitch. But, alas, no worries. These girls are moving quickly and swiftly. The way they are going, they won't make it that long.
She let out a loud cackle.
She knew that Eri wanted a My Little Pony outfit and Eijiro wanted a picture of her teammate Tomoko's (Ragdoll) breasts. She was grateful that she had a lovely confidant like Yawara who can squeeze his asscheeks together and a good friend like Shino (Mandalay) who was quite the artist.
Those girls won't last! Before the contest is over, they will end up destroying each other, leaving me there to support my loving Deku.
She reached into the drawer of her desk. She pulled out her kitty toy. Pink with paw prints. Quite a powerful rotor, she thought to herself as she turned it on.
Yes! Izuku! Yes!
Your hand is filling me up!
I will make you mine, Izuku!
I will make you mine, Izuku!
I will sabotage those bitches for you!
I love you, Izuku!
Tame this kitty! Make it purr for you! Nyaa! Nyaa! Nyaa!
NNNNYYYYYAAAAAAA!
To be continued...for real this time!