Hey, guys. Here is another MHI special. Inspired after reading "Painting" by Herolover27, I decided to do this story with a yandere twist. Yang wants to be a live model after hearing Izuku has to find a model for his class. However, she learns that Ochako wants to participate. She will make sure that Ochako will not participate as a live model. This is team RWBY x OOC Izuku story. Enjoy!
It was lunch time at UA High School as Izuku sat in the back of the classroom eating his bento lunch. In actuality, he really couldn't stomach his mother's lunch. Not that he didn't find the food appetizing, there were other pressing matters in the forefront of his mind.
Less than an hour ago, Aizawa-sensei called Izuku into Nezu's office being presented with a pink slip. According to sleep-deprived, nicotine-craving Pro Hero, he was actually failing one of his elective courses. The teen stood in disbelief as he couldn't believe that he was actually failing a class. Fortunately, the Eraser Hero and the whatchamacallit provided him with an alternative option — either he took a substitute elective or he would face the dreaded summer school. Principal Nezu, ever the eccentric problem-solver, had a suggestion for him: Life Painting.
Hearing those words really go to him. Did he really have to draw? Granted, he enjoyed sketching outfits and weaponry to add to his hero repertoire, but never did he think sketching another human being was among them. Either way, his choices were limited and when learning that if he chose the summer school route, it would be through correspondence and student-taught by Monoma or Mineta, Life Painting felt like a better alternative than dealing with the snob and the perverted.
As Izuku explained his situation to his friends, their reactions were a mixed bag. Bakugo's laughter was loud and mocking, echoing through the hallways of U.A. High School.
"Deku, a painter! That's hilarious! Maybe you'll finally be good at something other than being a nerd!"
Shouto, always the calm observer, simply frowned, a flicker of sympathy in his mismatched eyes. "That's unfortunate. I'm very sorry, man."
Tenya, ever the responsible class representative, adjusted his glasses and nodded understandingly. "I understand your predicament, Midoriya-kun. It is vital to maintain academic standards. If you require any assistance, please do not hesitate to ask."
Izuku smiled, appreciating the support from Tenya and Shouto, despite Bakugo's relentless teasing. He shared one more detail that Principal Nezu had mentioned: "One of the objectives of the class is to find a live model to paint."
The statement hung in the air for a moment, and then Bakugo's laughter resumed even louder.
"Good luck finding someone who'll stand still long enough for you to paint 'em, Deku!"
Ignoring Bakugo's jeers, Izuku set out to find a model. His first choice was, of course, his friends. He approached them with a mix of hope and apprehension.
"Hey, Shouto, would you be able to be my model for the painting class?" Izuku asked, hoping for a positive answer.
Shouto looked apologetic. "I would, Izuku, but I'm going on vacation with my family. I won't be around for the next few weeks."
Izuku's heart sank a little. "Oh, I understand. Thanks anyway, Shouto."
Turning to Tenya, Izuku asked, "Tenya, how about you? Would you be able to help me out?"
Tenya looked regretful as he checked his planner. "I'm really sorry, Midoriya, but my schedule is completely booked with student council activities and training. I wish I could help."
Katsuki blew a raspberry. "Don't ask me about it, shitty extra! Don't need you to be pitching a tent."
"Trust me, you were the last person to ask." Izuku retorted.
The spiky-haired blond furrowed his eyes. "So you're saying I am not good enough, huh? Just to let you know my dick is compared to a firefighter's. Girls melt when they see this hose!"
"More like a straw than a hose." Izuku declined saying that, knowing the last thing he needed was another hole in the wall…again.
He sighed, trying to keep his spirits up despite the setbacks. "It's okay, I'll figure something out."
Unbeknownst to Izuku, a group of foreign girls from Beacon Academy, team RWBY, had been listening to his conversation. They exchanged glances, intrigued by his predicament. Yang, the team's bold and confident member, leaned towards her sister Ruby with a mischievous grin.
"Hey, Rubes, one of us should volunteer to help him out. It'd be a good way to get to know him better," Yang suggested.
Ruby blushed, shying away from the idea. "I-I don't know, Yang. I mean, I don't even know him that well."
Weiss, ever the pragmatist, shook her head. "Absolutely not. I have better things to do with my time."
Blake, silent and observant, simply kept quiet, her eyes thoughtful.
Seeing her teammates' reactions, Yang made up her mind. "Fine, if none of you want to do it, I will. I'll wait until the end of the day to volunteer. This could be fun."
Later that day….
As the school day drew to a close, Yang found herself growing increasingly nervous. She had made up her mind to volunteer as Izuku's live model for his life painting class, hoping to use this opportunity to spend more time with him and perhaps get closer. With her usual confidence a little shaken by the feelings she harbored for him, she waited for the right moment to approach.
As the final bell rang, signaling the end of classes, Yang followed Izuku as he headed to the cubbies where they kept their shoes. She took a deep breath, ready to step forward and offer her help, but paused when she saw Ochako reach him first. Yang stayed back, just out of sight, and listened to their conversation.
"Hey, Deku!" Ochako greeted cheerfully, her smile brightening Izuku's tired face. "I heard about your life painting class and how you need a live model."
Izuku's eyes lit up with hope. "Yeah, I do. It's been really tough finding someone. Shouto's on vacation and Tenya's too busy."
Ochako nodded, her expression earnest. "Well, I was thinking... I'd like to volunteer. I mean, if you don't mind, that is. I'd love to help you out."
Izuku's relief was palpable. "Really, Ochako? That would be amazing! Thank you so much!"
As Yang listened to the exchange, a pang of disappointment and jealousy hit her. She had been so sure this was her chance to get closer to Izuku, to show him that she cared. But now, Ochako has beaten her to it. Yang clenched her fists, fighting the urge to intervene. Instead, she turned away, her heart heavy, and walked down the hallway, leaving them alone.
Later that evening….
Later that evening, Yang sat with her team in their dormitory, her usual bright demeanor noticeably dimmed. Ruby, ever the observant sister, noticed and nudged her gently.
"Hey, Yang, you okay? You seem a bit down."
Yang forced a smile. "I'm fine, Rubes. Just... had a rough day, that's all."
Blake, always perceptive, gave her a knowing look but said nothing. Weiss raised an eyebrow, clearly curious but respecting Yang's privacy.
She gave a meaningful glance to Weiss and Blake, who nodded in understanding and left the room to give the sisters some privacy.
Ruby sat down beside Yang on her bed, her silver eyes filled with concern. "Okay, Yang, spill. What's bothering you?"
Yang sighed, running a hand through her golden hair. "It's just... I'm upset that Ochako got to Izuku first. I really wanted to be the one to model for him. I thought it would be a good way to spend time with him, you know?"
Ruby's brow furrowed, her frustration evident. "I get it. I don't care much for Ochako either. She's always so cheerful and perfect. But you know what? You're going to be the one to model for Izuku. Leave it to me."
Yang looked at her sister in surprise. "Ruby, what are you planning?"
A determined glint shone in Ruby's eyes. "I'm going to make some calls. Tooru Hagakure owes me a solid, and I'm going to use it to get Ochako out of the picture."
Yang's eyes widened in shock and a bit of hope. "Ruby, are you sure that's a good idea? I don't want to cause any trouble."
Ruby waved off her sister's concerns. "Don't worry about it. Tooru owes me, and I'm sure she'll be happy to help. Besides, it's about time you got what you wanted for a change."
With that, Ruby pulled out her phone and dialed Tooru's number. After a few rings, a cheerful, invisible voice answered. "Hey, Ruby! What's up?"
"Hey, Tooru! I need a favor," Ruby said, cutting straight to the point. "Remember that time I helped you with your project?"
"Project? There were two of them!"
"Oh, you know. The one that involved Mineta and the Filipino boys on Snapchat?"
"Oh! That one. I thought we said that we weren't going to speak of that again."
"True, but you owe me and I need you to help me with something."
"Such as."
"I need you to take care of Uraraka for me."
"Uraraka…you mean?"
"Would you do it or Nezu is going to have three people serving community service this summer."
"Ok, ok. Let me speak with Jirou and Ashido, then we'll get back with you."
"Thanks…and Hagakure, please play ball or else that disappearing act of yours will be a permanent one."
Ruby hung up and turned to Yang with a confident smile. "It's all set. Tooru will take care of Ochako, and you'll get your chance to model for Izuku."
Yang felt a mix of relief and gratitude. "Thanks, Rubes. I owe you one."
"Big time…but we'll come across that later. Go and get your Izuku, sis!"
Later that evening….
Ochako was walking towards her favorite bakery, her mind filled with the anticipation of indulging in delicious desserts. She had received a text from Tooru, inviting her for a treat, and Ochako, who could never resist sweets, had eagerly agreed. As she strolled down the street, she felt a sense of happiness and excitement.
However, her cheerful mood began to wane as she noticed a suspicious unmarked van following her for several blocks. At first, she tried to dismiss her concerns, thinking it was just a coincidence. But as she turned down a quieter street, the van continued to follow, its headlights flickering off.
A knot of fear tightened in Ochako's stomach. Trying to stay calm, she decided to take a shortcut through a series of narrow alleyways she knew well. She picked up her pace, hoping to lose the van. But to her horror, the vehicle sped up, its engine growling ominously as it closed the distance.
Panic set in. she broke into a run, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear the van's tires screeching on the pavement behind her. She zigzagged through the alleys, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
The van's engine roared louder, and she knew she had to act fast. Activating her Quirk, Zero Gravity, she tapped her shoes and floated upwards, grabbing onto a fire escape ladder.
She pulled herself up, her fingers trembling, and climbed to the rooftop. From her vantage point, she could see the van screeching to a halt below. A group of masked individuals jumped out, looking around in confusion. Ochako watched, her heart racing, as they scoured the area, unable to spot her.
She stayed hidden, controlling her breathing, and waited for them to give up. Eventually, the frustrated assailants returned to their van and drove off, the vehicle disappearing into the night.
Once she was sure they were gone, Ochako made her way carefully back down to the street. She was shaken but determined not to let fear overcome her. She needed to get to safety and figure out what had just happened.
Uraraka's heart raced as she darted out of the alleyway and headed towards the bakery. Her breath was ragged, her mind a blur of fear and determination. As she ran, she fumbled with her phone, desperately trying to call Izuku.
"Izuku, please pick up," she whispered, her voice trembling as the phone rang.
Just as she thought she might get through, the unmarked van reappeared, its engine roaring as it sped towards her. Ochako's eyes widened in terror as the van pulled alongside her. Before she could react, the side door slid open, and strong hands reached out, grabbing her.
"No! Let me go!" Ochako screamed, struggling with all her might as she was yanked into the van.
The door slammed shut, muffling her cries. The van's tires screeched as it sped away, disappearing into the night.
Meanwhile….
Ruby lay in bed, engrossed in reading Aki Sora, the soft glow of her phone providing just enough light to read by. The quiet of the evening was a welcome respite from the day's events. Just as she was turning the page, her phone buzzed with a new message. She glanced at the screen and saw it was from Tooru Hagakure. The text read:
"The deed is done. Ochako is out of the picture."
Ruby hummed pleasantly, a small smile playing on her lips. With Ochako temporarily out of the way, she knew Yang would have the opportunity to get closer to Izuku. She continued reading her manga, feeling a sense of satisfaction that her plan had gone smoothly.
As she immersed herself back into the story, Ruby couldn't help but feel a bit of guilt. Despite her dislike for Ochako, she knew that orchestrating such a scheme was morally questionable. But the thought of seeing her sister happy and getting the chance she wanted with Izuku made it seem worthwhile.
In another part of the dormitory, Yang was preparing for her next session as Izuku's live model. She felt a mix of excitement and nervousness, knowing this was her chance to spend more time with him and maybe even reveal her feelings.
To be continued….