My Hero Izuku (And No One Else's)

by Studio Greenshade

Join the circle of discord as each woman from UA High School wants one thing: Izuku Midoriya. Rather through love letters, drugged soda, kidnapping, or whatever their yandere hearts desire. Enter the dark comedy of mishaps and misadventures as Izuku is subjected to whatever thing a woman wants to do to him. {One-shots/anthology} {NSFW} {AU}

80. Izuku Goes To Therapy! (A MHI Special)

Hey, guys! BD and GOTA, here! We all hope that you are doing well amidst this current situation. We pray everything is well with your family and stay safe. We are well and trying to keep the peace through the storm by writing. Ladies and gentlemen, may the Management present to you another MHI special. It is to be advised that there is a crossover with an obvious anime we tend to write our stories with. Enjoy!

A/N: The MHI specials (although reference several incidents throughout the series) are not related to the main storyline.

Here is another special chapter of 'My Hero Izuku (...And No One Else's). Izuku goes to therapy….

It was a half-hour before ten o'clock on a Saturday morning where Izuku Midoriya could be found. He was at another doctor's office. Unlike the previous bout with Recovery Girl, the emerald-haired teen decided to seek psychiatric help. He couldn't really explain much following the subduing by the grasp of the doctor. Several things occurred following being put to sleep. It was obvious that he was raped. Waking up in the bedroom of the temptress and feeling the cold milky fluid on his stomach confirmed that. Recovery Girl ingested a cigarette as she was delighted in their ecstasy. Of course, it didn't go without the usual threats of interacting with other girls, exchanging emails and phone numbers, and plans for their next date.

Thus, seeking psychiatric help outside of the prefecture was the best decision for the teen since he grew aware of the fueled, dueling women who were seeking him in that metropolis.

However, it was no longer easy leaving Musutafu without a single woman wanting their grasp to have him into their bosom. Even the previous attempt of his crossdressing in an unreleased chapter proved a failure. Wild Wild Pussycats member Tomoko (Ragdoll) easily detected Izuku and gave him the night of his life. Scratches, hickies, and a bruised pelvis was the result of his last endeavor of hiding from the girls.

Thanks to a penpal he had met on the internet, his contact provided him with a hoverboard that can help him transport from place to place in case of needing to escape. Of course, the price wasn't cheap and his contact knew he would face trouble from a certain female student but to help a friend in a similar crisis was a necessity. Izuku was also grateful to have a contact that gave him a prepaid phone. It wasn't really a phone, but a scroll. The company was Beacon Wireless and their 5G connection wasn't the best. However, according to his contact, his connections with the girls were untraceable since they wouldn't have access to the network. In return for a few dollars, some manga, and a Gibson guitar, the contact was satisfied.

And for once, this connect was a male. Out of protection, he wouldn't say his name. He was nicknamed the Blonde Arc. In return, he was given the nickname Vigilante.

The night before….

Izuku: BA, are you certain this scroll is useful and won't be traceable?

Blonde Arc: Believe me, Vigilante! No one outside of Japan has connections to this. It is being alone and misbegotten like an urban family in Trump America.

Izuku: A bit of poor taste, BA! Nevertheless, I get what you are coming from.

Blonde Arc: The scroll works like a cell phone and does your everyday essentials. Also, my partner, the Mysterious Ren, has been working with a prototype to protect guys like us. Check it out!

Izuku: It looks like a GPS.

Blonde Arc: It is! However, it is a GPS tracking yandere girls within your area. I would like to call it the Yanderadar!

Izuku: The Yanderadar?! Sounds a bit cliche but who am I to question your patent?

Blonde Arc: Using the hair sample you have given me, we were able to track the high probability of girls wanting to "love" you. Got to say, Vigilante. The odds are not in your favor. Have you considered living anywhere like Antarctica or the North Pole?

Izuku: Wouldn't get my katsudon or my honey buns. Someone has to look after my manic mother.

Blonde Arc: Well, the Yanderadar should guide you and to assist you. Any questions, leave me a call!

Izuku: Thanks! And good luck with the fiery Spartan by the way. Are you sure you don't need me to call the police?

Blonde Arc: Don't worry! Just waiting on the pills to kick in before going back to normal.

Izuku: How come I can't get the pills?!

Blonde Arc: Aren't approved by Japan and the results might be devastating. Got to go, she is busting through the door.

Back to the present….

"Good morning. I have a 10 o'clock appointment with Dr. Pation. I am a little bit early." Izuku faced the rainbow-colored, yet petite receptionist as she glanced at the computer in search of his reservation. Seeing a therapist was something in his attempts to keep a grip on his life.

"Oh, yes sir," said the kind receptionist, "Mr. Midoriya, I do see you have a 10 o'clock. Just have a seat in the waiting area and he will be right there with you." The receptionist pointed her finger to direct him to the waiting area. He nodded at the young receptionist as he trekked toward the leather armchair. He carefully placed his backpack on the ground so he wouldn't damage his mode of transport.

"Would you like a soda or water while you wait," asked the receptionist.

"Is it capped," questioned Izuku.

The receptionist winked. "Sure is!" She turned from the desk to the mini-fridge behind her to open to provide Izuku his hydrated nourishment. "Would you care for a canned Fresca or bottled water?" Izuku wasn't taking any chances. Instead of the receptionist serving him, he walked over to the desk to scan the drinks in question. The receptionist stared out of concern. "Is everything okay, Mr. Midoriya?"

Izuku paused, scanning the rainbow-haired teen. "Sorry, miss!"

It was returned with a smile. "Just call me Neon or Nene, for short." She winked at the teen, causing him to blush. "Or, you can call me Onee-chan."

Izuku bowed humbly. "I will call you Miss Neon." He took the bottle. He wasn't going to take any chances. As much as he has been sedated, anesthetized, drugged, or anything else to subdue him in the last 70 chapters, he wasn't going to take any chances. He took the bottled water. However, he was observing the linings of the cap, making sure the seal wasn't broken. "This water isn't from Musutafu or within the Tokyo metropolis, wouldn't it?"

The rainbow-haired receptionist shook her head in disagreement. "As far as I know, Doc prefers his products from Malaysia or Fiji."

Izuku took another glance. It wasn't the first time a woman would put something odorless or tasteless into his drink. He glared at the bottled water for a few additional seconds before nodding for approval. "Thank you, Miss Neon."

It was met with an approving smile as Izuku returned back to the armchair. Even as he took a seat, he was still cautious to drink the water. He was getting tired of the lucid dreaming, codeine-induced slumbers, drugged tea, and the like. He wasn't sure how much his mind could take and he needed someone to address his concerns. Someone who didn't have any links with anyone from UA High or Musutafu.

His contact, the Blonde Arc, told him about this place as during his visits to Japan, he would come for advice. The doctors were all-male and gratefully for Izuku, he could speak English.

The armchair felt comfortable to him as if the chair was a maneuver of relaxing patients before seeing their doctors. This wasn't his first time visiting a therapist's office. His mother had taken him in the past when he was a kid when she was having issues of her own. It wasn't until he became aware after the third chapter to understand what an Oedipal complex was. He grew concerned about how much longer before his mother was to find out that he wasn't out looking for medicine at the pharmacy. Only God knew it was only a matter of time before Recovery Girl wasn't expecting him at her home. Setsuna wanted to have a meeting with him regarding vacation plans for a friend (even though he knew it was a lie). Kinoko wanted her mushroom, Kayama-sensei wanted her pupil for physical education, Katsuki was looking for her punching bag to pulverized and sexually assault (in the same time or not in that particular order), Yui was looking for her pet, Saiko wanted her toy, Ibara wanting to baptize him in her sacred juices, and many others who were wondering where was their cinnamon roll.

With the exception of the receptionist working on her assigned task and the sounds coming from the television with its jargon of attorney commercials or daytime talk shows, the mood felt strange. It was too peaceful. Where is the blasting of the double doors? Where was the sudden phone call to know his whereabouts? A shooting dart? The ongoing beeping of text messages? Surprising him with a blunt object to the face. He continued scanning the rainbow-colored receptionist a few times. He didn't see any canines or yellow eyes. This was becoming paranoia.

"Mr. Midoriya," said the receptionist as it brought Izuku back from her thoughts. "The doctor is ready to see you."

"Thanks," said Izuku as he stood and headed for the door of the therapist's office. According to the Blonde Arc, the doctor's name was Noel Pation.

"Welcome, Mr. Midoriya," said the welcoming, yet friendly voice. His name was Dr. Noel Pation. He appeared middle-aged. He was short and stout. His hair was thinning and had hints of gray. The number of certificates on his wall could display or showcase his experience in his expertise. "I am Dr. Pation. It is pronounced as 'Patton' by the way."

"Izuku, if you would like," said Izuku as he bowed to the therapist. The therapist waved his hands. "Save your formalities. However, I am appreciative of your mannerisms. Have a seat where you like." The emerald-haired released a sigh of relief, knowing that he was in the hands of a male and not an unsuspecting physician with an undercurrent of plans.

The therapist sat in his chair away from Izuku as he approached the seat next to the window. The window gave him a view of the bay facing away from the city. The grayish and white clouds of the afternoon sky meshed with the black clouds. A storm was approaching. He was beginning to question why the weather reflected his current mood.

As the therapist was drinking a cup of coffee, he began observing Izuku as he observed his surroundings. "You can relax, Izuku." He gripped his hands together. "The Blonde Arc made contact with me this morning." The gray-haired doctor made a coughing noise. "I know it goes against the doctor-patient privilege, but know that you are in good hands. Like I've mentioned it to him to tell you, we have an all-male staff here. So, you won't find any unsuspecting 'admirers' here."

Izuku was lifting his hand before the doctor interrupted him. "Our receptionist?!" He narrowed his eyes. "I hope you are smart enough to know that her rainbow-dyed hair isn't just a fashion statement."

A slight chuckle came from Izuku's lips. He thanked God for hearing the announcement. It was like music to his ears. It was returned with a smile from the doctor as he took another sip of his coffee.

"Glad that you were able to fit me in at short notice," said Izuku as he took a seat on the couch. It was similar to the leather couch in Recovery Girl's private quarters. The light from the lamp shined above his head. It felt like he was being interrogated instead of coming for advice.

"I am more than happy to schedule you in for anything." Dr. Pation smiled as he turned and faced the worried and eager Izuku. He wiped his eye with a handkerchief. He grunted through his nose before pulling out his notebook. He pulled the pen behind his ear. Izuku heard the sound of the ink pen making its sound. The pen itself was therapeutic. ASMR he thought it was called.

"What brings you in today, Izuku," asked the therapist.

Izuku pressed forward to the therapist. "Okay, Dr. Pation, there are three things that we need to make clear before we continue."

"Certainly."

"First, this doesn't come back to the girls of Musutafu."

"Strict confidence and can't violate the code of ethics."

"Thank you! Secondly…."

"Don't worry! The Blonde Arc paid for you. So, no worry about billing."

"Alright. And thirdly, and this is very important." Izuku took deep breaths before continuing. "Despite the hell I have gone through with these women, I still care about them. So, I don't want them hurt. I just want some space!"

"Understandable, Izuku!"

"Yes, sir. Just the girls that are from 64th and from 65th." He swayed his hands. "However, not the girls from 63rd! That is a no-no! They are dirty and they don't play it safe."

The therapist crossed his legs as he began scribbling into his notepad. "Thank you for clarifying. Shall we begin?"

"Yes!" Izuku took heavier breaths before speaking. "I just need to take to someone right now that isn't in the opposite sex. Things are really getting out of hand and I don't know how much longer I can hold onto my grip." He lowered his head. "Things are getting really fucked up right now." He covered his mouth when realizing he was using profanity. "Excuse my language, Doc."

"Relax, Izuku! It is alright. This is your time, therefore, be able to express yourself," said Dr. Pation with the sound of approval.

"Regardless, it isn't right to curse in front of your elders," said Izuku. "Anyway, I have been trying to find a way of building a backbone. Over the last 70 chapters, I have always played the role of the submissive victim whenever I get attacked by these women."

"Explain when you mean attacked?"

"I mean what I've said I mean," retorted Izuku. "I am aware that I easily attract yandere women."

"Yandere?"

Izuku had to remind himself that the doctor isn't from here therefore he had to explain. "A girl that can literally love you to death. A girl that will do anything to have you by your side." He gripped his pants. "I have been drugged, kidnapped, raped, chased, tied-up, decorated, hit with a blunt instrument, the works, in many ways more than one." He leaned back on the chair. "Mothers, aunts, friends, my own mother, grandmothers!" He eyed his bottled water. It didn't go unnoticed from the therapist.

"Did Miss Katt explain that I prefer Fiji water?"

"Wouldn't be the first time someone spiked me with drugs or their love juices," replied Izuku.

"So, you feel everything is suspect?"

"Yes and no," answered Izuku. "I want to trust you that this bottle isn't spiked but I can't." He placed the bottled water down. "I am on edge and I am constantly looking back every other second."

Dr. Pation nodded as he was scribbling notes into his notepad. "What would you like out of this? Your goal?"

"My goal?"

"Yes! If you are wanting therapy, then there must be a goal."

"Then my goal is to learn how to handle girls who are after me," retorted Izuku. "How to be aware of them and avoid them. Or learn some skills to protect myself."

"Aren't you a Pro Hero prospect? Don't you have a quirk?"

Izuku eyed the doctor. "Are those degrees legitimate or are you a Lori Loughlin trust funder?"

The therapist didn't answer as he continued writing into his notebook. "So, explain more of your endeavors with these women."

He displayed his hands. "On two occasions, I have been a cargo to mothers on their overseas adventures. There has been a nationwide manhunt on my whereabouts. I've been set up during a catfish date, numerous sodas mixed with codeine, held at knifepoint." He widened his eyes. "One of my classmates and my teacher drugged me with soap, Doc! What else?" He snapped his fingers. "I have been tased on multiple occasions, ate a cake that was filled with a mysterious concoction to enlarge my dick."

"Penis enhancement," asked the therapist while raising his eyebrow. "You wouldn't remember the ingredients, wouldn't you?"

"What?"

"Anyway, anything else?"

Izuku sighed before facing Dr. Pation. "There are other things. Vampires, succubus, but another time when we get further acquainted."

Dr. Pation hummed momentarily before scribbling notes onto his notepad. "Well, quite an eventful conquest you have endured."

"I wouldn't like to call it conquest," said Izuku. "I feel as though it is me having a weak constitution with women."

"Have you tried explaining yourself to these girls?"

Izuku raised his eyebrow. "Doc, if I tried explaining myself, then we wouldn't be having this discussion."

"I mean, have you ever tried the word, 'no?'"

"Listen, Doc! In all fairness, since you aren't familiar with the culture here. 'No' is a death sentence to yanderes." Izuku took a slight breath. "Telling a yandere is 'no' is like telling Tyler, the Creator that Jaden wants to stay friends. It doesn't add up with them."

"Are you sure that is the reason or is it an excuse?"

"I don't get you."

Dr. Pation crossed his legs. "Tell me, Izuku. Do you feel you are at fault for these happenings?"

"No, I mean yes, I mean. I don't know," answered Izuku. "Why ask that question?"

"A person that overgoes "70 chapters" of this at some point is going to realize rather how much he could take," retorted the therapist. "In other words, Izuku, either you have a strong prevalence of fear or there is an underlying factor."

"Underlying factor?"

"Let's give an example. You said that you were tased once."

"Yeah! There was a hikikomori by the name of Reiko Yanagi. She was a girl that was obsessed with me and tased me before we had sex," said Izuku.

"Were there any repercussions?"

"Such as?"

"Calling the police? Talking to a responsible adult? Anyone with authority?"

Izuku lowered his head. "No, Doc!"

Dr. Pation nodded while scribbling notes. "Okay. You have mentioned being drugged by numerous girls. Give me an example."

"There was a classmate of mine. Her name is Yui Kodai. She actually drugged my food and seduced me while I was sedated."

"Any repercussions?"

Izuku lowered his head. "No, there wasn't." He looked at the doctor. "I mean, I was afraid of getting in trouble. I didn't want to cause more trouble."

The therapist nodded. "So, let me rephrase my earlier question. Is this really fear or is there an underlying factor?"

Izuku began to feel the tense atmosphere. If only the therapist knew the heat coming from the other side of the desk. "Why are you implying, Doc!"

"I am suspecting that you may crave the "abuse" those girls give you," answered the therapist.

Izuku became bewildered by the therapist's response. He stood up. "Why in the hell did I come here," he asked frustratingly. "I came here because I want you to fucking cure me and not support them."

"You're getting very defensive, Izuku!"

"Why are you allowing them to win? These girls come after me," barked Izuku. "I didn't ask for this! I didn't want to get chased." He began pacing. "I can't help how I act! I try to be friendly with these girls but in the end, I always get taken advantage of."

"Izuku, relax," said the therapist. "I wasn't trying to stir up anger from you. But it seems to me that within, you are struggling with the fact that within, you crave this." The doctor crossed his legs. "The first step to recovery is to admit that you have a problem and we can give you the help."

Before Izuku could speak, he heard the knock on the door. Upon opening the door, he saw it was the receptionist. "Sorry to bother you, Dr. Pation, but you have a phone call."

"Tell the caller that I will call him back at the earliest convenience."

"No, sir. From the big phone," said the receptionist concerningly.

The therapist raised his eyebrow. He placed his notepad on the desk. He looked over to Izuku. "Excuse me, Izuku. This will only take a second." Izuku watched as the doctor and the receptionist left the room before closing the door, leaving him alone.

Craving the abuse? What does that quack even know?! Damn it, Blonde Arc! Izuku reached into his pocket to pull out his scroll. Still adjusting to the device, he checked to see if he had any messages. He did leave Shouto, Katsuki, and Tenya his new number in case of an emergency. While he was scrolling, he saw that his Yanderadar app was still in background mode.

Needing something to do before the therapist returned, he clicked on the app. Upon opening the app, his eyes widened by the sight. It was an active, live GPS. It was detailed to know his exact location.

It is a GPS tracking yandere girls within your area.

Using the hair sample you have given me, we were able to track the high probability of girls wanting to "love" you.

His breath labored when seeing that there were two yellow dots blimping at the radar.

Right next to the door.

Oh, hell! Izuku needed to remain calm. Remain calm, Izuku! Remember that this Yanderadar is a prototype. He kept telling himself that the therapist knew of his current circumstances. Trying to keep his composure, he slowly edged to the door. As he pressed his ear to the door, he could hear voices.

"What do you mean the real therapist escaped?"

"Just as I said, the real therapist broke the restraints and now he is gone."

"Damn! I have the boy inside and he is still not letting up."

"He refused to drink the water or the Fresca. No matter how much I tried to make him calm and relaxed."

"Of course! That is why I said provide snacks. That is a way to get to a man's heart!"

"No one serves snacks at a psychiatrist's office."

"And we shouldn't be having this discussion. Right now, we should be pouncing on the sweet cinnamon roll."

"Quiet! He might be listening!"

"Are you telling me what to do?"

"Sorry, mistress! With all due respect, he could be listening!"

"Undoubtedly for I was speaking to him telepathically. And you and I are communicating in signing."

"You never know, mistress! He is very crafty."

Izuku swallowed the lump in his throat when realizing that he wasn't on common ground. Once again, he was now caught in the web. He backed away from the door. He was observing the office as he tried to find a way to escape. Leaving through the window wouldn't do any good as he was on the eighth floor. From observing the office, he didn't see any other exits.

The air vent! Izuku knew enough through one of his admirers, Mei Hatsume, that air vents were great places to hide. In this instance, the emerald-haired teen knew it was a great place to escape.

He rushed to the therapist's desk in search of an instrument to open the vents. As he searched, he saw the notepad that he saw Dr. Pation was scribbling his notes. What he had seen made his mouth agape.

It was a rough sketch of a woman. She had dual-colored hair and different colored eyes. She was sporting a wedding dress, holding a bouquet in one hand and holding a leach in another.

It didn't take a genius to know where the source of the leach was leading.

Below the drawing, he saw a note.

The saying goes that if you give a guy a watch, it's equal to putting him in handcuffs. The saying goes that a ring is possessive. But if you were mine I would give you a necklace. After all, the saying goes that a necklace is a collar. And I wish the world knew that you were mine, and mine alone.

I have been watching you from a distance. I have been hiding in plain sight. You may have seen me at the grocery store, at the noodle stand, at the arcade, in class, or even next to your bed as I stroked your hair, kissed your lips, and helped you create some of the most exciting wet dreams. I have been your best friend, your lover, your mother, your aunties, and your teachers. You don't know me but I know you. I have been there from the best to your worst. Trust me, honey when I say that I love you to death, I mean it. You can run as hard as you can and for as long as you can for I won't be that far behind. Don't underestimate my crafty techniques and my abilities. I can be as delicate as you want me and as rough as you want me. Who am I, you may ask?

"Oh, sweetness! Did they tell you that it is rude to read the notes of your therapist?"

Izuku yelped when hearing the sound of a feminine voice. However, it didn't match the receptionist.

"Oh, sweetness! Spring chickens love being nosy. We have so much progress to do."

However, he didn't see anyone in the room. Knowing the direction it was going, he rushed toward the door. He was fortunate for the moment he placed his back to the door, he saw the turning of the knob.

"Oh, Izuku! Why are you keeping the door shut from us? Don't make this harder on you. Open up so we can talk," said the voice as he saw the knob rattling.

"Who are you," asked Izuku defensively.

"I figured you were reading my notes, my dear cinnamon roll. Just as I am talking within your mind," said the woman. "I have been your best friend, your lover, your mother, your aunties, and your teachers. You don't know me but I know you. I have been there from the best to your worst. Trust me, honey when I say that I love you to death, I mean it." The rattling grew louder. "Don't be this way, sweetie! Open up so the receptionist and I can cure you of your fear."

"I...I…I thought that the r-r-r-r-receptionist…."

"Oh, sweetness!" This time it was the receptionist that was speaking. "Funny about the colors of the rainbow. I can pick and choose whomever I want." She banged the door. "And now it wants the color green, meaning you!"

"Who are you guys," questioned Izuku nervously.

"Well, my little cinnamon roll. It matters not," said the woman. "Just say that we are your big sisters going to cure you with our love. Now, don't test my patience. Open up or else."

Upon his pressing of the door, he heard the sound of his scroll. Immediately, he reached into his pocket and saw that it was from the Blonde Arc. He answered it on the fifth ring.

"You answered, good," said the Blonde Arc. "There was something I needed to inform you."

"I'm glad you called," said Izuku while straining. "Does it have something to do with the Yanderadar?"

"Vigilante, no time for explanation," said the Blonde Arc concerningly. "I need you to listen to me. The women in there are dangerous. When MR and I were reading your data, the results were off the charts. These girls come from my neck of the woods."

Izuku paused when seeing a piece of the door splintering. "BA, let's wrap this up," said Izuku worriedly.

"Listen to my instructions if you want to survive this," informed the Blonde Arc. "Do you have the hoverboard I have given you?"

"Yes, it is in my backpack," answered Izuku.

"Great! You are going to need that for your escape."

"My escape?! I am on the eighth floor!"

"I know that. We can track you," said the Blonde Arc. "Listen, Vigilante! That hoverboard is more than just a mode of transportation. It is also a semblance, a weapon!"

The door began cracking splinter by splinter. He could hear the sounds of laughing women.

"Vigilante, keep focus," said the Blonde Arc. "Keep your mind off her. She can read your mind."

"How do you know?"

"We can explain later," answered the Blonde Arc. "Look, Vigilante. You are going to have to jump out of that window."

"Jump out," barked Izuku. "Are you insane?"

"Actually, renegade! But that isn't the point," interjected the Blonde Arc. "The semblance is also a two-edged sword that can be filled with your aura or your case, your quirk. Break the window and use the semblance to guide you out of there."

"I don't want to get killed," said Izuku.

"I think a worse death is a crushed pelvis," said the Blonde Arc. "Just trust me. Call me when you are through. Good luck, Vigilante!"

Izuku felt the nervousness as the door was breaking away.

"Izuku, don't try to keep this door away from our love."

"Don't, sweetness! Or else, we will force ourselves on you. It isn't like we don't mind."

Izuku didn't have many options. He looked at the backpack that held the key to his safety. He needed to be swift and quick.

[Insert slow heartbeats and slow-motion here]

Izuku rushed to his backpack and immediately opened the bag to pull out his hoverboard. The moment he grabbed the hoverboard, it immediately turned into the sword.

The door burst open, flying splinters were spraying as he used his semblance to break the window.

He took a quick glance as he saw the rainbow-colored girl and the brunette pinkette rushing toward him. He made a silent prayer to God as he jumped out of the window.

He closed his eyes as he trusted his instincts as he was heading down at a high rate of speed. Suddenly, the semblance turned back into the hoverboard. He held onto the hoverboard as it was leading him to the ground. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he landed into a nearby water fountain.

SPLASH!

Izuku groaned in pain as it was a rough landing. Water was cascading all over him as he was trying to stand up. He didn't have time to look at the scene as he was proceeding to run away.

Enough time later to give Izuku a chance to get away from the girls. Let's say fifteen minutes….

He was running through a maze of buildings and winding side streets as the sky began rumbling, and heavy rain bounced off the cobblestones. A storm smothered the sun, greying the world around him. Drops of rain beat against his skin like hammers. Finding a nearby alleyway, he hid behind the dumpster.

Feeling that he was safe for now, he let out a heavy sigh. Many things were on his mind as he tried processing the entire scene. For one, he was still in disbelief that the hoverboard was actually a weapon. Secondly, the fact he was trusting a stranger from online on such a risky operation. He reached for his scroll that contained the Yanderadar. He saw that the yellow dots weren't in sight. The radar appeared clear.

For now.

He reached for his scroll and contacted the Blonde Arc. His so-called savior answered on the third ring. "I can see that you are on common ground."

"Then what was that earlier," questioned Izuku defensively. "You said that it was common ground at the psychiatrist's office."

"Sorry, dude," replied the Blonde Arc apologetically. "Did I mention that the Yanderadar is a prototype?" He coughed to regain his composure. "Anyway, you are safe for now. However, I can't say for how long. In a few minutes, there is a train that is coming through the Akamatsu line at the station. Be at the station. I have a classmate that is studying abroad at Seiai Academy that is coming to get you."

Before Izuku could reply, the Blonde Arc interjected. "It is a he! Relax. He is going to assist you and house you for a little bit."

"Assist and house," questioned Izuku concerningly. "How are these girls no different than the ones I escaped from? I have dealt with worse."

The question was met with a strong and heavy sigh. "Vigilante, have you noticed over these last several chapters on how you can handle so much?"

"My aura perhaps?"

"It is obviously something relating to your quirk," answered the Blonde Arc. "Your contact is going to go by the name, the Rising Sun. He will aid you and guide you as I make my way to Japan."

"What is going on, the Blonde Arc?"

"If I explain to you what it is, I am afraid you wouldn't understand it," answered the Blonde Arc. "The Rising Sun knows about you and is awaiting your arrival. We will be in touch. Goodbye!"

Izuku put away the scroll as he looked to the rainy sky. Never did he expect something to occur in his sixteen years of existence. With time of the essence, he grabbed his semblance and headed to the train station. I need to make a mental note on how to ride one of these things, Izuku was thinking to himself as he knew that he was only scratching the surface.

For the journey is far from over.

BD: We have decided if we are going to continue this or not. This might become an entity of its own.

GOTA: Initially, we are going to usually end as Izuku becomes submissive to beautiful women. However, we wanted something different. More of an action-adventure kind of story (with the eventual smut).

BD: We are still working on finishing other stories from this series as well as other stories from MHA and RWBY (as well as our crossover stories). If we plan to make this into an entity of its own, then we will work on editing it. If you guys have suggestions on making this happen, drop us a line.

GOTA: A plan for a Twitter and a DIscord is in the works. After multiple messages, we have decided to make one. No tentative date but we will at some point. Stay tuned! As always, thanks for reading and strive and prosper!

To be continued...maybe!