Hey, guys. Here is the latest installment of 'An Unwanted Cameo.' Admittedly, this is more of a slept-on chapter as I am slowly getting out of my writer's block. In this chapter, this goes back to the moment when Izuku and Camie met. What will happen? Read and see!

One year ago….

School concluded for the day as the 1-A class gathered their belongings and headed out of the classroom. As usual, Izuku slowly took his time as he grabbed his belongings. There was no point in rushing home.

Especially since he was planning to spend the weekend at his Auntie Mitsuki's.

Chuckling filled the corner of the class — eyeing Kacchan and Eijiro as the former told the latter in specific detail on how he would spend his weekend with Icchan Nearest.

A firm hand touched his shoulder. The emerald-haired boy turned and saw that it was Ochako. The teen blushed. "Oh, Uraraka-san!"

"Hey, Dekkun," she responded. The tone itself sounded flirty but the teen knew that wasn't her intent. Eyeing away from the inevitable, his sole focus was on his friend. "Excited about the three-day weekend."

"Not if that three-day weekend is filled with sheer reminders of a not-so-certain past," retorted the now-chagrined teen as he lowered his head. "As if life itself has developed a fetish for me being tortured."

Ochako displayed her heavenly smile. "I wouldn't look so glum, Dekkun," she said. "Your performance as a hero prospect is significantly improving, you're showing yourself more confidently and you're standing up for what is right." She displayed a thumbs-up. "All Might's rooting for you and you have the biggest supporter standing right there."

"Who…you?" He asked nervously.

"No," she retorted. "Your backbone!"

"..." He didn't know how to respond — the spiraling scribbles above his head painted a better picture to describe his current disdain.

"Me, sweetness, duh!" The round-cheeked teen flicked his forehead. "Jesus, Deku. I know you can break bones but not neurons."

Izuku lightly chuckled, although he was obviously nervous. As of late, the girl has acquainted herself more with him. It was one thing being sparring partners and classmates, but it was another being in his personal space. There was nothing with that, but he was just surprised is all. He just didn't think there was a girl who enjoyed being within his presence. According to Kacchan, he was staler than the bread in church, flatter than the taste of LaCroix, and much of a cuckold that even Korra and Asami wouldn't fuck out of plain curiosity.

Before Izuku could part his mouth, he jerked his head as Bakugo began lightly mewing at the two. "Enjoy your precious Eden because when you come over…" Eijiro accompanied him by making snake noises. Ochako rolled her eyes at the two as they left the classroom.

"Forget about them."

He snorted through his nose. No point in arguing about it. It wouldn't be long before leaving the promised land and back with a fresh batch of hell.

Grabbing his belongings, he led the way as Ochako followed him to the main corridor. They were at the lockers to exchange his school shoes for his street shoes. As he opened his locker to grab his shoes, something caught his eye.

Looking at the exit, he could spot a teen standing outside of the gates. Her blonde hair was flowing into the wind like a river of wheat. She held onto her hat to keep it from being blown away. She was wearing a uniform that wasn't from their school. He could see her eyes but her mouth was covered with a facemask.

"Oh, holy Dio. Not her again!" Ochako responded as she stood beside Izuku. "This is like…the fourth time in the last few days since she has been here and not once has she taken the hint."

"What are you talking about?" Izuku arched an eyebrow.

"She is some girl that has been coming by lately looking for someone."

"Anyone of importance?"

"Unsure. Yaoyorozu and Iida-san went and asked the last time. The only thing she kept saying was that she was looking for her beloved."

"Her beloved?"

"A bit cliche if you ask me."

Izuku shrugged his shoulders. By now, living in a culture where illness is championed as a fetish to a certain demographic, no longer raised concern to him. He felt that if this girl was an issue, Present Mic or Aizawa-sensei would have escorted her off. Thankfully, the school was highly protected and guarded like the Union Depository.

After putting on his shoes, he stood up and stared forward at the exit. Ochako picked up his backpack to give to him. "I am seriously thinking about reporting this Nezu." She said as she was opting to take an alternative route. "This could be, innocently enough, a nutcase or she could be a villain. Either way, this isn't right."

Izuku chose not to respond. Even in the last few moments of being in the common room, he could feel a shadow draping over him. A slight chill that penetrated his soul — presenting him with discernment that something was troubling the water.

…!

Izuku stood frozen when the girl turned her head diagonally in their direction. His heart momentarily skipped a beat. Those piercing eyes that felt like daggers in the pit of his soul. He was taken aback. Was his suspicions right the first time? Was this something that he should be scared about?

"What is she doing?"

The blonde girl raised her hand and pointed directly at them. Her eyes gleamed before turning around and darted away.

Ochako wanted to utter something obscene at that moment but decided against it. The oddity itself was enough to give her an odd combination of pity and indigestion.

"Ok…" She managed to say before trying to null the awkwardness. "Anyway, if you want to spare some time before going to Bakugo's, me and a few others are going to the movies."

"The movies?"

"Yeah, some of the guys are coming. And I was wondering if you wanna go. Got a spare ticket and all."

Izuku tried not to blush but it didn't go unnoticed by the brunette. "I had a spare ticket and since Tsuyu can't go, so…"

"I-I-I-I d-d-don't wa…"

Ochako raised her hand, interrupting the stuttering teen. "I'll take that as a yes."

"O-o-okay."

"Great!" She smiled. She walked forward momentarily before stopping and turning around. "For the record…this is NOT a date, so cancel any of those thoughts."

"W-w-wh-why w-w-would y-y-you…."

She interrupted him once again. "You're cute when you stutter, you know that." She walked back and grabbed his hand. "You can drop off your stuff when you're at my place." She pulled him forward. "Let's make haste. The movie starts in an hour."

And just like that, the teen ran off with the girl who claimed to be just friends. As they were running, his peripheral looked at the corner of the building.

It was the same girl. Her eyes were narrowing. Although he could see her facial expression due to the facemask, he knew she was smiling. The type of smile that was bedeviling. And if that smile reminded him of a certain childhood friend, then something sinister was afoot.

About an hour later….

Izuku and Ochako made it to the movie theater. Accompanying them were Momo, Shouto, Fumikage, Tooru, Kyouka, and Denki.

Sweet Home Alabama was the movie of choice according to Momo since it was her credit card that purchased the movie and their concessions. Puzzled, Denki whispered to Shouto about their watching a "chick flick." The icy hot teen pulled him aside to reason with the confused electric blond.

"Easy, boy. Moes promised me some play under her blouse if we picked the movie." He lowered his voice, wanting to be sure no prying ears were interrupting their conversation. "Plus, she did pay for the movie."

"Nothing says a great evening watching our kissing cousins," responded Denki dryly before he was bumped in the stomach by Shouto's elbows.

Izuku and Fumikage returned to the group holding their concessions. "Whoa!" Momo whistled as she saw the bundles of popcorn and candy. "I said a snack not the entire kitchen."

"Faunus please," said Fumikage. "You can thank Deku for this and… his candid nature."

"Hadou-chan works concessions here and decided to give us extras," responded Izuku as he tried to hide behind the snacks.

"Hadou-chan is sweet on you, isn't she," replied Ochako. "Let me find out that there is a sweet center in that cinnamon roll."

Izuku turned beet red like a sweet potato on a cool November evening.

"Geez, you two, get a room," responded Tooru teasingly at Izuku and Ochako.

"Hey, Hagakure. Dekkun knows that I am only joking," retorted Ochako defensively.

"Judging by the fact y'all came together and being cutesy," said Kyouka.

"His last name might mean green valley but you're the one that is living in de-nial!" Tooru responded as she blew into her ear. "Did I get her? Am I funny or am I funny?"

"Funny like k.d. lang's intimacy with men," said Fumikage as he nudged Izuku to go inside of the theater. "Let's get going…previews are starting."

The witty bantering between Ochako and Tooru continued as they stepped inside. Izuku was the last to step inside of the theater.

….!

His emerald eyes looked straightforward to the ticket counter. The blonde girl with the facemask. She was still wearing her hat and the uniform to match. Those eyes were staring at him once again. A chill hit his spine. His hands were getting clammy.

"What is she doing?"

She stood out to the crowd as if the intention was to appear like a spectacle. However this spectacle wasn't attracting any attention from the others. It felt like one of those horror films in which only he could see the spector. And only God knew what that meant.

There was something in her hand. She, too, must have felt his eye watching as she reached upward. It was an umbrella — a red umbrella.

The blonde continued swaying in a back and forth motion, appearing as if she was asking for a favor or sweet-talking someone to do something for her. She stretched out her hand and pointed toward the emerald-haired teen.

He swallowed a lump in his throat as she narrowed her eyes. Only this time, she swayed her finger toward her direction.

"Deku, what's taking so long. Trying to hold the door for the entire theater?"

His head jerked to the source of the voice. It was Ochako.

"Oh!" He blinked his eyes. "Sorry. Just caught lost in thought."

When staring at the ticket counter, the blonde girl was gone.

"I wouldn't think too much about it. You know Hagakure was playing right?" She nudged him to step inside. "Got us some seats in the corner."

"Together?"

"Where else, duh?" She said as she pulled him inside.

Although he was inside the theater, his mind was elsewhere. And just like that weird girl with the red umbrella, his thoughts were swaying toward the same direction.

Back to the present….

"Wow, Camie. Talk about being creepy. Definitely Kotonoha vibes." It was Posey that was speaking as she straddled her hips towards Izuku's throbbing Small Might. Although the future Symbol of Peace was protesting, his almighty rod was saying otherwise.

"I was getting Misa Amane vibes." Rally replied. She had yet had her turn but was enjoying Izuku's face. She wanted to make sure that her juices permeated his tongue. He might as well get used to the taste as she jerked her head for another orgasm. She could hear him gasping for air. "Hey, sweetness. Didn't your mother tell you not to spit out your food?"

Camie was sitting in her chair as she tried catching a second wind. She was allowing his seeds to do her stuff. She had purposely stopped taking birth control and she was hoping that she was ovulating.

As for her friends, she really enjoyed their company and didn't mind sharing the goods. However, she made it loud and clear — just because they can use his dick didn't mean it was theirs exclusively.

"Well…you can say I had zinc deficiency," replied the blonde gyaru. "Also a lack of Vitamin D can make you do crazy things."

Posey was feeling like a brand new virgin as his dick impaled her insides. Maybe she could get pregnant, she thought to herself while continuing to gyrate her hips. "There you go Izuku baby, work your dick!"

Rally mewed loudly as she felt his tongue fiddling with her clit — even hitting those hard to reach places that her dildo, her partner, or any of the detectives from the beat in Chicago couldn't do. "Like nyaa! Oh, God. There you go, Izuku baby."

The pinkette moaned, fondling her round tits as she continued riding him. Her cunt slid up and down his cock, squeezing his rod in a regular rhythm. "So, after pulling that stunt, what was next?"

Camie put her finger to her lip, trying to recollect what happened following that moment at the theater. "Well…since I have been on the move for Izuku, there were some loose strings to tie and then cut. But that won't be until next time."

"Who are you?"

"Just a gal who has your best interest."

"Please I don't want any trouble."

"Too late. Your pulling of my heartstrings is to blame."

"Please…back away!"

"I wouldn't resist if I were you. You and I both don't need the stress."

"Don't…stay back! Let me go!"

"You're not going anywhere…but to a lovely place that is forever OUR dead end."

To be continued….