Hey, guys. Here is another installment of the 'Think Yuu Can Escape, Izuku?' In this chapter, Izuku experiences moments of happiness. He feels secure since he and Nagisa are starting to take things seriously. He sees her as a wonderful lover, a great cook, and a great example to his daughter. But for how long? Enjoy!

NOTE: Unlike its previous comedic predecessor, this story will contain darker elements.

Izuku let out a tiny squeak when he felt Miyoko tapping his butt. He tried to ignore it, knowing it was nothing more than a friendly gesture for a job well done. He smiled, handing the final customer of the night her pumpkin spice latte and threw in an extra cookie for her little girl as they headed off to parts unknown.

Miyoko led the girls to the exit before locking the doors. She let out a heavy sigh, expressing the thankfulness of being through for the day. "Wow, kid. Gotta say, job well done." In her apron pocket she looked at today's tips. "This is more than you guys' daily salary."

"Gee, thanks!" He let out a slight chuckle, more so of the surprise butt-tapping than the reminder of his underemployed, overworked meager salary.

"No, thank you," she said, showing emphasis as she counted today's earnings. "I've never seen the crowd this lively. It is as if there is a shift in the atmosphere." She put her finger to her lip. "Wonder what it could be?"

He chuckled once more as he untied his apron. It was a quarter after six in the evening and he had to take a bus to go and get Yuriko from the babysitter. As he approached the counter where the rack was located to hang up his apron, the busty manager stopped in front of him.

"This should cover the babysitter. And get yourself something nice, Izuku." She winked at him as she handed him some of the cash — about eighty bucks. "You earned it."

He didn't know how to respond. Couldn't even recall the last time to receive such a blessing. However, he didn't like being considered charity. "Thanks, Miyoko-san, but this is too much."

As he pushed the money forward, she grabbed his hand, wrapped it in a fist and pushed it back to his chest. "Take it. You aren't a charity." Miyoko leaned against the counter and looked at the window. "I know it isn't my right to pry on my employees but I know what it is like to be a…well…you can take a wild guess."

He knew what she was implying. It was less than a month ago when he came out to Miyoko about his wife and the abuse. She discovered him one afternoon crying behind the dumpsters and motherly instinct pushed her to ask. He had told her everything. From Yuu's monitoring of his whereabouts during school and work to who he interacted with. There were times in which she threatened to put him out of school as well as quit his jobs if suspicions were aroused. Miyoko, being a domestic abuse survivor herself, couldn't sit still and decided to help.

"Is she still out of town?" Miyoko asked while she walked over to the register to count today's earnings.

"Yeah…she is on an extended mission." It was by the grace of God that the covert mission turned into a full blown undercover operation. It irked his wife that she couldn't be there to watch his whereabouts. A strict schedule was put in place and there were monitors surveilling the apartment. She kept tabs of his cell phone as they shared clouds and read any messages that would alert her.

However, it was Nagisa that provided Izuku with the upper hand.

"If you need anything, I can still call you on your other line, correct?" Miyoko asked the teen.

"Yeah…it is kind of hard to juggle between two phones. Especially if you know who is prying."

"True. But, thank you for keeping tabs with me and like I've said…."

"It is trickier than you think, Miyoko-san. I just can't leave her. Not with Yuriko…"

"There is no shame in leaving. Don't allow the fact that it is the male that…"

He interjected. "Let's not bring that up." Pride was in the way. It really didn't register in his mind on how much of a rarity it was. Just the thought of woman-on-male abuse touched his heart. He hasn't really discussed it with his mother. He couldn't tell any of his friends, the ones that have remained as they couldn't grasp the comprehension. He was a man, so why be dominated and controlled?

She sighed, knowing the answer has remained the same for quite some time. "You're more than welcome to stay with me. If not, then you have that Nagisa girl." She said to him with a plea in her voice.

Another tricky thing to add, if not a touchy thing. Since Yuu's prolonged absence, he and Nagisa have started a relationship. He was walking the line on defining it as a relationship and more so of a situationship.

They did it again that night after their first encounter.

Nagisa was only supposed to help Izuku with his daughter. She put him to bed. He was in the kitchen grabbing items out of the baby bag for him to put up or to clean. She came from behind him. She wrapped her arms around his hips. She had leverage since she was a few inches taller than him. She kissed him on his neck and touched him sensually that would obviously warrant arousal.

He didn't resist. He gave in and welcomed her as she reached for his chin and pulled him into a kiss. What started in the kitchen created a trail of clothes being alleviated from their bodies and into the place where it should have been kept sacred — the bedroom.

As if the roles were reversed, he felt like the deprived housewife that was being caressed, fondled, and being tantalized by the forbidden suitor. Nagisa made him feel things that he didn't think a man could feel. Confessing that she was bisexual, she taught him things about the pressure points of a woman that could be replicated with a man. She did things that Yuu never did when they have sex. Nagisa listened, knew spots that he liked, knew what he would have done to a woman.

Nagisa just gave him something that he lacked with Yuu — love and affection.

They made love through the night. No spot in the bedroom was untouched by the sounds of lovemaking. The final climax was when she grabbed him by the hips and pushed him against the window. Her teeth sinking in his neck as he thrust with all of his might into her pussy. He didn't use a condom. He didn't want a condom. He wanted her to taste his thoughts, his feelings, this unfamiliar sensation he called love into her. They called out each other's name as they climaxed at the same time.

Never did sharing a bed ever felt blissful.

He grabbed his backpack and walked with Miyoko as they stepped out of the coffeehouse. They embraced each other goodbye before parting ways. He was grateful that he finally had a friend that he could confide in. It was as simple as that, he thought as he made his way to the bus stop. Of course, he wasn't out of the rut but knowing there was a door that he could open and at any time he wanted out of the relationship, he could do it.

Never in his life did he ever feel so free.

About two hours later….

Yuriko was cheerful as a peach as her father was hopping up and down like a bunny rabbit. The babysitter, who happened to be Nagisa's sister, said that his daughter has been in good spirits. Yuriko was babbling as she tried to pitch a tune. The teen blew into his daughter's ear which incited more excitement from the happy-go-lucky baby.

He was thankful that Nagisa's apartment welcomed security. After seeing his name on the visitor's list, he took the thirty-step trek to the elevator. It later turned out that her father was a prominent lawyer who looked after disenfranchised aboriginals back in her home country, which allowed her to live comfortably as she finished university.

The voice from the elevator announced her floor as he stepped outside onto the hallway. The scent of fresh wood polished filled the hallway as he made his way to her apartment. The teen was quite giddy. Why wouldn't he be? After all, Nagisa was technically his girlfriend.

He almost knocked but kept forgetting that she had given him a key about a couple weeks ago. He took off his shoe where he kept the key confined in a false sole and inserted it into the lock. Upon unlocking the door, he used his foot to push it open.

"Oooh~! My darlings are home!"

The scent of dinner was looming as he pushed the door from behind with his back. Music was playing lightly as he walked in Nagisa's direction. As he took off his backpack and sat at the entryway, the sound of footsteps made their way to him.

"Evening, baby." She reached over and took hold of Yuriko from the carrier. Giggles and coos came from his daughter as she was playfully being reached up and down. "God, you're so delicious that I should eat you up." She buried her face into her belly, blowing raspberries and making the bundle of joy kick her legs.

As he untied his shoe, he was met with a hand stroking against his cheek. "And evening to you, baby." Izuku distinguished the difference as her tone was deep and the musk of womanhood as she pressed her body against his back. He, too, could coo when knowing when that was a lover's call.

"How have my sweethearts been?"

"Yuriko is starting to teethe and it won't be long for her usual checkup." He stood up and pressed his lips against her cheek. She grabbed his backpack and took it to their bedroom — or at least that was what she told him whenever he visited.

The freedom to have a cram teacher who knew Nagisa and were aware of the circumstances. Whenever Yuu thought he was at cram school, he would be with Nagisa. Cram school ran three days a week up until nine in the evening and with his work shifts picking up, it gave him the ability to feel independent again.

Yuu wouldn't dare question the school as she didn't want to arouse suspicion with the faculty, especially with their situationship. Missions were frequent and she was too vain of a hero to step down from such a prestigious role. For once, the emerald-haired teen was blessed to have a workaholic wife.

Nagisa held Yuriko and resumed cooking. "Yuu hasn't made any problems with the arrangement, has she?"

"I had to lie to her about the cram school having childcare," said Izuku as he took a seat at the kitchen table. "She knows I am trying out for uni and she wants to keep the impression that things are under control." He gripped his hand with the other one. "Not gonna lie but it feels good." Then, he frowned. "But we only know that this is only finite. We're going to get caught."

"That cram teacher can fake schedules and no one can enter the school without proper clearance," said Nagisa assuringly. "Miyoko-san knows and can produce excuses that you are needed since they are shorthanded."

"You don't know Yuu, pardon the pun," he said, trying his best to remain serious. "I am on borrowed time, I know it."

The raven-haired teen placed Yuriko in the baby seat across from Izuku. She went to the fridge to grab Yuriko's dinner and put it in the microwave. "You're covered, baby. We have done well over the last couple of months. You check in with Yuu when you need to, you're home on time. She doesn't know about the other phone as you leave it with me or at work, so what's the fuss?"

She walked over and sat on his lap. "You're gonna be alright." She kissed him on the lips. "There won't be anything to worry about." She titled his chin, rubbing under it affectionately. "You're in a safe place. Security runs checks, cameras are everywhere. Knowing Yuu, she won't do anything stupid." She kissed him again. "Okay?"

He could feel his emotions stirring. However, it was put into overdrive by her kisses. They could be quite sweetest things the way she poured into him. She kept holding his chin as their lips enveloped. His eyes were closed as she invited his tongue into her mouth so they could dance together. She took hold of his chest with one hand, rubbing and kneading it through his shirt. She rubbed her butt against his crotch, inciting an erection.

"N-Nagi…Nagisa!" Izuku broke the kiss. "Not in front of Yuri-chan!"

The amber-eyed teen blushed when realizing his daughter was there. She blushed. "Sorry, sweetness…" She turned to Yuriko. "Auntie Nagi was playing with Daddy." She winked at her. "Something that only grown ups do when they are in love."

Dinner went pleasantly. Nagisa and Izuku were talking about trivial matters and sweet nothings. They couldn't stop touching each other — a caress to the hand here or to an arm there. If anyone else was looking, they weren't any different from being a family.

After dinner, Nagisa put Yuriko to bed and read her a bedtime story. Izuku washed dishes and then worked on his homework.

He was sitting on the couch when Nagisa came in holding two cups of dimbula tea.

"Thanks," he said, grabbing the cup.

"Don't mention it," she said while smiling.

He closed his laptop and partook the tea — strong, yet smooth. She kept looking at him, smiling at his appearance, his presence. Despite the situation occurring with each other, this was something she prayed that could last forever.

Before she could respond, the other phone rang. Izuku put the tea down to answer the call. He didn't leave. He had no reason to fret. He made sure all ends were tied. Plus, he wanted witnesses to know Yuu's true nature.

"Hey, Yuu. What's up?"

"Yeah, I am fine. I was finishing the last portion of this practice exam and I was heading home but got invited with some friends for some drinks."

"Yuri-chan's fine. I'm gonna pick her up at sensei's home when I leave."

"She didn't mind babysitting. She thought I needed a night out."

"Why do you care? She's doing her job. She won't make Yuri-chan call her Mommy. That's ridiculous!"

"Did I have a tone? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Yuu…Yuu…I am not arguing in front of my classmates. Now isn't the time."

Izuku put his finger to his lip toward Nagisa. He put the phone on speaker.

"I don't know where in the hell you are getting this attitude but I don't like it. It is almost ten o'clock in the evening and you're out drinking and not with Yuri-chan. What kind of sense does that make?"

"Typical sense to me. I am seventeen after all."

"Watch that hostile attitude, Deku. Don't think you got balls to talk to me like that because I am out of town."

"Can I get one night alone? I said Sensei was fine with it."

"Sensei isn't your wife. I am! And if I said home by ten, then home by ten."

"I'll be home soon. It's all guys. There are no girls, so no worries."

"And you think I am threatened by just girls. You do know men come on to men, too. Everybody is suspect."

"But not me. I'll be home soon. Do you need to check the cameras for proof?"

"And why would I do that? Wait a minute? Am I on speaker?"

"No, you're not! It gets loud out here. If we can go out from time to time, then you would be familiar with that. It's called a life, Yuu."

"Baby, I love you. But when I get home, there better be an attitude adjustment or else I modify it for you."

"Fine! Goodbye!"

He cursed under his breath and tossed the phone to the other side of the couch. He looked at the clock on the wall — a few minutes after ten in the evening.

His fists were wrapped tightly to the point where his knuckles were turning white. He pounded his head with his fists, cursing himself for not having the courage to say what he really felt.

Nagisa got up from the couch and sat beside him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his forehead. Tears were flowing but he refused to vocalize it. These were tears of anger, anger he had kept himself since encountering his wife that fateful day at school.

"It's okay, baby." She kissed him again. She ran her fingers through his hair. She didn't know what more she could do. What they were doing was already wrong. The fact she involved herself in this warranted her trouble. She didn't like the idea of being a cheater but she couldn't help how she felt about him. He was different, even at the time she wanted his help, she couldn't stop thinking about him.

"I want out. I want out." He hit his head again with both fists. "I am sick of this shit." He spoke in a hoarse whisper. Nagisa understood. These were the true words that were coming out of his weeping heart.

About an hour later….

Curfew was among him. Just another minute with Nagisa would be just enough to hold him down until he could see her again. He knew Yuu would ask questions, especially when she would timestamp his absence.

"I am going to get Yuriko and I am going to head out." They were sitting in the living room watching television. By this time, Nagisa was wearing her black silky pajamas and her hair was in a ponytail. She closed her shinobi-samurai love novel as she knew she would have to part from the man she called her lover.

"Yeah," she said, voice cracking. "Would you care if I take you home?" She held onto his hand, not wanting him to leave.

"That would bring trouble. She got cameras throughout the perimeter. Even talked with the landlord, too," he said. "I wouldn't know what to do if she saw you…or worse…hurt you."

That caught her off guard. Was Yuu that dangerous, that capable that she would do harm? Yet again, why wouldn't she. Those bruises and deep handprints on his body weren't paint-by-numbers.

"Don't go."

"What?"

"Don't go." She grabbed his hand, rubbing it affectionately. "Why go back?"

"She's my wife, that's why?"

"No," she retorted. "No wife abuses, embarrasses, controls. You are too precious of a gem to be scuffed up and roughed up like that." Her face became beet red. "I won't allow it. I can't allow it! You're my lover. You're my man. And no girl, scratch that, bitch is gonna lay another finger on you."

He stared at the amber-eyed teen.

"I know martial arts, I got moves," she said. "And I don't have any problem beating a bitch's ass for even laying a finger on you." She hit the couch. "I would even go to war with God over you." She grabbed his hands and nestled them against her cheek. "I am in love with you. I adore you." She looked away, staring at the door that was ajar.

"Yuri-chan doesn't need to be surrounded by hate. She needs nurturing and love." She kissed his hand. "I may not have a child but I do know that a child needs parents to love and to dote on." She kissed his hands again. "Don't go back there." A tear began to cascade down her cheek. "Don't go, baby. Don't go."

He shut his eyes. He bit into his bottom lip. He grabbed her hands and pressed his head against her forehead. His voice quavered. "I won't." A chill went down his spine. "I won't. I'll stay."

"You won't leave tonight?"

"I won't, Nagisa." He said as he presented a smile to her. He took hold of her chin and pressed his lips against hers. She flushed upon contact, resuming the love that she craved from this dashing boy. Smacking noises filled the areas, both fighting and contesting the dominance over the mouth.

Nagisa lifted her arms where Izuku grabbed her top and took it off, tossing it to the ground. She let out a moan when he grabbed her chest. He gripped a few times, igniting her amorous side. He reached over and unfastened her bra, allowing it to join the departed articles of clothing.

Instincts made her buck her hips when he began suckling on her breasts. "Izuku," she mustered to say as she felt her nipple being tugged by his teeth. She felt his dick protruding against her. It, too, wanted to join.

In no time, she pushed him over to the couch. She stood up and pulled down her bottom and her panties. The musk of womanhood entranced his nostrils, causing his rod to harden with anticipation.

"What about protection," he asked.

She smiled. "I'm on the pill. Fill me with your warmth, Izuku baby!"

He complied as she was leaning down to lie on top of him and kissed him on the tip of his nose, her hands on his shoulders.

"I am in love with you," she said to him. "I love you, Izuku Midoriya." The amber-eyed teen quickly guided his cock, inserting it inside her tight, molten cunt, making him moan from the contact.

She hissed, feeling like it was the first time all over again.

"Are you alright," he asked worriedly.

"I am good," she replied. "Y-y-you just don't know how happy I am."

Her slippery insides caressed his flesh as she began to bounce up and down, riding him.

"Damn, Nagisa." He couldn't help how tight she was. Did sex always feel like this? The emerald-haired teen gasped helplessly as she sheathed his tool with her searing vagina, sliding along his length at a measured pace.

"Izuku! Izuku!" She cried out as she carelessly bucked her hips.

He couldn't swallow anything. He was cheating on his wife. The very wife was prolifically dangerous to a fault.

"Nagisa…I love you too!"

And he just didn't care anymore.

He wryly smiled as he grabbed hold of her ass, squeezing it tightly. He began bucking his hips as his dick impaled her womb. Nagisa slipped her hands over his shoulders and into his hair, treading her fingers through his hair. She rubbed his scalp as she leaned forward, her voice soft but filled with longing.

"Say it again."

"I'm in love with you." His eyes snapped up to her soft amber ones, watching her pant softly as he continued thrusting as she was gyrating. "I love you, Nagisa."

He flushed red as he realized that he said those words — words that came from the heart. He removed his hand from her ass and looked at his wedding band, the black and purple tungsten ring around his finger.

He grabbed the band of lies and deceit and pulled it from his finger. Nagisa watched as he tossed the band to God-knows-where. She took that ring finger and put it in her mouth. "Someday, I will put a ring there. A ring that is well-deserved."

"I believe you. Now make me your man forever."

Her pussy squeezed his penis tightly, the warm insides wrapping around his sensitive flesh. She continued sliding along the veiny, hard cock, pumping him with her cunt.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head, mouth hanging open.

"Izuku! Izuku! Give it to me! Give me to me! Give me your sperm!" She shouted, her hips shaking in a very familiar way.

"Nagisa. I am about there." He clenched his teeth. He felt his seeds wanting to make a withdrawal from his bank and wanting to make a deposit inside of her.

"Cum in me! Fill me up!" She said as she thrust faster and faster.

"I'm cumming!" He harked to the heavens when his sperm crammed inside of her. It felt like eating hot porridge, a hot heavy cream resting in her stomach, constantly being followed by even more as his dick continued to pulsate sperm.

Nagisa slowly backed off from him. She lied against the end of the couch. She felt his milk pumping out of her pussy. He continued panting, feeling spent and exhausted.

"Wow, baby. That…that was great," she said as she climbed over and got on top of him.

He couldn't say anything. He basked with her in their nakedness, still eyeing the finger that was once adorned with a ring and it was now just a shadow, an afterthought.

The boy couldn't be any happier.

Later that night….

Nagisa and Izuku were lying in bed. The windows were opened to allow some coolness due to their earlier lovemaking. The two remained naked — Nagisa spooning him and kissing his back and locking legs, making sure he wouldn't leave.

"When Yuu comes back, I'll tell her then," he said to her.

"What?" Nagisa wondered.

"I want to leave her." He turned his head over so he could see the enchanting beauty. "When she comes back from her mission, I will tell her the truth."

"About us?"

He shook his head in disagreement. "I wouldn't dare put you in harm's way." He took a breath. "I have to play it safe." He just realized the extent of that decision. "I would like a separation. Hopefully, I can file a restraining order before she comes back. It would mean having to take Yuri-chan to my mother's." He clicked his tongue. "There is so much to do."

"Just know whatever you do, you have my support." She kissed his neck. "I love you, Izuku."

He returned her kiss. "I love you, too."

Meanwhile….

Miyoko had to run back to the coffeehouse as she forgot to get the spare key to the apartment. She and her boyfriend were going out of town this weekend and she needed to get the key for her boyfriend's sister to hold. She kept it there because she was supposed to come earlier that day but didn't have time to retrieve them.

She was going to be quick. Leaving the place locked, she rushed inside to go and get the key. She went into her office, grabbed the key and closed the office door behind her.

As she was heading out, she saw a figure standing in front of the door.

"Hey, excuse me. Sorry to say this but we are…."

Miyoko didn't know what hit her. The last thing she ever saw was a knife that was wrapped in the figure's hand.

Miyoko didn't even have time to scream.

Strike after strike after strike to the point until silence resumed the night.

The figure swiped the keys and closed the door. It turned out there was a bigger mess to clean than coffee crumbs and spilled coffee.

To be continued….