Hey, guys! This is BD with another installment from "My Hero Izuku (...And No One Else's)" series. In this chapter, Melissa has Izuku captive and decides to entertain him with a series of questions. Meanwhile, Reiko is sharing concerns since Izuku has been silent, giving her worry if he is having second thoughts. Later, guilt consumes Shouto as he feels bad for selling out Izuku to Melissa. What will happen? Read and see!
This is an OOC Melissa x OOC Izuku "love" story!
Izuku awoke in a daze, his head throbbing with a dull ache as if a hammer was pounding on him. As he blinked against the dim light filtering through the curtains, the room around him gradually came into focus. Confusion turned into alarm as he realized he couldn't move. His wrists and ankles were bound to the bed with tight, unyielding straps, rendering him completely immobile. Panic surged through him when he tried to speak, only to find his mouth gagged with a handkerchief, muffling his desperate attempts at communication.
"Where in the hell am I?" He tried recollecting his thoughts, backtracking what led to this predicament. As if he didn't have to ask. Over six years, he has starred in the world of yanderic, sex-obsessed, possessive girls….
"Now, now, Izuku. Please don't hijack my narration. Any boy would love the opportunity to have fun with these sex-starved, obsessive, and possessive girls. I believe Minoru would love to take your place in a heartbeat."
{Author clears throat…back to the scene…}
He struggled against his restraints, but they held firm. His eyes darted around the room, searching for any clue as to where he was or who had done this to him.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star."
"You're my darling, yes you are!"
"Soon you want to marry me."
"Or I'll hang you from the highest tree."
An unsettling atmosphere that sent shivers down his spine. It was then that he noticed her.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star."
"You're my darling, yes you are!"
Melissa Shield sat in a rocking chair not far from the bed, gently brushing the hair of a doll that bore an unsettling resemblance to him. Her movements were slow and deliberate, her expression one of serene calm. She hummed a haunting tune, the melody floating through the air like a ghostly whisper, adding to the surreal horror of the situation.
Melissa looked up from the doll, her eyes meeting Izuku's. A faint, almost sadistic smile played at the corners of her lips. She continued to hum as she set the doll aside and stood up, the rocking chair creaking softly in protest.
"Good morning, Izuku," she said, her voice melodic and soothing, yet carrying an undercurrent of something far more sinister. "I hope you slept well. We have so much to discuss."
Izuku's eyes darted around, taking in more of his surroundings. The room had a sleek, modernistic vibe, with clean lines and contemporary furniture. Yet, the abundance of photos pinned to the walls disrupted the aesthetic, each picture capturing moments of his life, some candid, some clearly taken without his knowledge. It was undeniably Melissa's bedroom, but the obsessive display of his images added a disturbing layer to the otherwise stylish decor.
Melissa stood up from the rocking chair, her movements deliberate as she approached him. She reached out and flicked his forehead with a mixture of playfulness and malice.
"Baka," she said, her tone a strange blend of affection and reproach. "You've been so blind to my feelings, Izuku."
Izuku tried to respond, but his cries were stifled by the gag.
"I wouldn't worry about the restraints." She chuckled. "It's bound for your personal safety and mine's, tee-hee!"
His muffled pleas went unheeded as Melissa continued, her voice soft but firm, commanding his attention.
"Shh, listen," she said, placing a finger over her lips. "I've wanted to tell you this for so long. You've always been so focused on your hero training, on everyone else, that you never noticed me. But I noticed you, Izuku. Every little thing about you."
She reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead with surprising gentleness. "I've done so much for you, and yet you never saw it. But that's going to change now. You're going to listen, and you're going to understand just how much you mean to me."
Her eyes bore into his, the intensity of her gaze sending another shiver down his spine. He could feel the desperation and obsession radiating from her, mingling with a twisted sense of devotion.
"I'll make you see," she whispered, more to herself than to him, as if convincing herself of the rightness of her actions. "I'll make you understand, even if it takes forever."
Meanwhile….
Reiko stepped out of the doctor's appointment with a spring in her step, her heart light and her spirit soaring. The results of the check-up had been perfect; her pregnancy was progressing smoothly, and she couldn't wait to share the news with Izuku. She looked down at her growing belly, a warm smile spreading across her face. She was carrying Izuku's lovechild, a secret that filled her with a mix of joy and anticipation.
"Ooh~! Filled in my belly is the literal fruits of my labor. Do you hear that, whores?! I'm carrying Izuku's baby."
Speaking of her cinnamon roll, she pulled out her phone to call him, eager to hear his voice and share the good news. However, her calls went unanswered, each attempt going straight to voicemail. She frowned slightly, her heart sinking a bit. It was strange for Izuku not to pick up, especially knowing how much his presence and reassurance meant to her.
She hoped that he wasn't having buyer's remorse…or worse, some street skank that smelled of kitty litter or a certain Vicky-Don't-Tell-Nobody thrift shopper having their eyes on her Izuku. If they knew her love was deep enough to cut brake cables, flattened tires, and apply arsenic in their coffee. Her commitment was that deep.
Reiko shook her head, deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt. Izuku was probably busy with his training or helping someone in need. He always had a way of getting caught up in his hero work. She sighed and put her phone away, refusing to let her worries dampen her mood.
Looking around, she spotted the familiar sign of her cousin's video arcade, Yanagi's Games and Grub, just a few blocks away. It was one of her favorite places to unwind, and her cousin always knew how to cheer her up. Plus, the combination of video games and delicious snacks was too tempting to resist.
A few moments later….
The neon sign flickered invitingly, and the scent of buttery popcorn and sizzling burgers wafted through the air, making her stomach grumble in anticipation.
Reiko pushed open the door, the cheerful chime signaling her arrival. The arcade was bustling with activity, kids and adults alike engrossed in games and laughter filling the space. She spotted her cousin behind the counter, a grin spreading across his face as he saw her.
"Reiko!" he called out, waving her over. "What brings you here?"
Reiko smiled, walking up to him. "Hey, I just needed a bit of a distraction. Plus, I wanted to see you."
Her cousin raised an eyebrow, glancing at her belly. "Everything okay with the baby?"
"Everything's perfect," she replied, her smile widening. "Just had a check-up, and everything's going great. Izuku's not answering his phone, though, so I thought I'd come here and hang out for a bit."
"The cinnamon roll?!" The Astolfo-looking cousin placed his hands on his hips. "Does he know to never mess with a Yanagi's heart?"
Reiko touched her chest. "I'm not really worried. Izuku knows better."
"If you say so…you know what us Yanagis are capable of." He hit his chest. "And if he falls a lot, this trap wouldn't mind making sure he comes back in place."
"Then it would mean I would add you to the shit list, cuz." Reiko furrowed her eyes.
Reiko's cousin nervously laughed. "Just kidding." He winked. "Like Astolfo, I'm waifu for everyone!"
"Not his!" Reiko blew a raspberry. "Since I have some time to spare, wanna play a few rounds of Air Hockey?"
His eyes lit up. "You're on! But be prepared to lose."
As they made their way to the Air Hockey table, Reiko felt her worries melt away. The familiar environment of the arcade, coupled with her cousin's infectious energy, was exactly what she needed. She knew Izuku would get back to her soon, and until then, she was determined to enjoy herself.
"Please call me back, sweetness. Your babies are worried about you."
Back to Melissa and Izuku….
Melissa's fingers moved with a delicate precision as she slowly removed the handkerchief from Izuku's mouth. The fabric fell away, and Izuku took in a deep breath, his mouth dry and his heart pounding. His eyes widened when learning that the fabric wasn't a handkerchief and instead were her very own panties.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Melissa's sharp glare stopped him cold.
"Not a word," she said, her voice low and commanding. "This is your fault, Izuku. You put yourself in this position by ignoring my feelings, by always looking past me."
Izuku's throat tightened, his mind racing as he tried to understand the depth of Melissa's obsession and how he could possibly reason with her. But before he could form any coherent thought, Melissa continued, a strange, almost playful light entering her eyes.
"But we're going to fix that," she said, a smile curving her lips. "We're going to play a game. It's called 'Three Truths and a Lie.' You know how it works, right? I'll tell you four statements, and you have to guess which one is the lie."
She perched on the edge of the bed, leaning in close enough that he could see the determination and madness intermingled in her gaze.
"Here we go," she said softly. "Listen carefully."
She paused for a moment, as if savoring the anticipation, then began: "One: I've always been in love with you, even before you came to I-Island. Two: I know everything about you, from your favorite food to your darkest fears. Three: I kidnapped you and snatched you into my vehicle. Four: I never wanted to hurt you, Izuku. I just wanted you to notice me."
She leaned back, her eyes never leaving his, the room thick with tension. "Now, tell me, Izuku. Which one is the lie?"
Meanwhile….
Shouto sat cross-legged on the floor of his dorm room, a bottle of nail polish in one hand and a small brush in the other. His expression was a mix of concentration and embarrassment, the slight flush on his cheeks giving away his discomfort. Across from him was Momo, her hands resting on a small table between them. She watched him with a knowing smile, her fingers splayed and ready for the polish.
"You know, I don't really see why I have to do this," Shouto muttered, glancing up at Momo. He tried to sound annoyed, but the nervous quiver in his voice betrayed him.
"Because, Shouto," Momo replied with a hint of amusement, "it's a good skill to have. Plus, you did agree to help me with this."
Shouto sighed, his eyes dropping back to her nails. He dipped the brush into the bottle of polish and carefully started applying the color to her nails. "I agreed because you blackmailed me," he grumbled under his breath.
Momo chuckled softly. "It's not blackmail. I just... incentivized you. And it's not like anyone else will ever see that photo. Unless, of course, you refuse to paint my nails."
Shouto groaned inwardly at the reminder of the embarrassing photo Momo had of him. He didn't even want to think about how she had managed to get it. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but his thoughts kept drifting back to the sense of guilt gnawing at him.
It wasn't just about the photo or the nail polish. There was something else weighing on his mind. He had betrayed a friend, selling out Izuku to Melissa. He hadn't wanted to, but Melissa had been so insistent, and her plan seemed foolproof. She had assured him that Izuku wouldn't get hurt, but still, the guilt was there, clotting his veins and making it hard to focus.
"Shouto, are you okay?" Momo's voice broke through his thoughts.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm fine," he said quickly, though he knew he didn't sound convincing.
Momo's eyes narrowed slightly. "You don't seem fine. You've been acting strange all day." She displayed a smile. "C'mon, tell your girlfriend. Is it about school, family, a boy…" She then frowned. "Some condescending bitch that is better off being Ozpin's cum-stained boxers wrapped with Minoru's dickcheese?"
Shouto hesitated, his hand freezing mid-stroke. A part of him wanted to tell Momo everything, to confess and get the guilt off his chest. But another part of him was terrified of the consequences. What if Melissa found out he had warned Izuku? What if her plan went horribly wrong because of his interference?
"I just... have a lot on my mind," he said finally, trying to sound casual.
"I don't believe you but I won't press it…for now at least."
Shouto went back to painting her nails, trying to ignore the nagging feeling in the back of his mind. As he finished the last nail, he sat back and admired his work, a small sense of accomplishment momentarily pushing away his guilt.
"All done," he said, capping the bottle of polish.
Momo examined her nails and smiled. "You did a great job, Shouto. Thank you."
Shouto managed a small smile in return. "You're welcome."
"I'm gonna blow dry this…so later on I can blow you." She giggled as she left the room.
Shouto leaned back against the wall, letting out a deep breath. He pulled out his phone, his finger hovering over Izuku's contact. He wanted to warn him, to tell him everything. But the fear and guilt held him back. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his racing thoughts.
Maybe someday he would find the courage to come clean. But for now, he would have to live with the consequences of his actions.
"Sorry, bro. I feel like a real bitch for selling him out. I hope Melissa isn't too harsh on him."
Back to Melissa and Izuku….
Melissa's expression darkened when Izuku made his choice, her eyes narrowing in disbelief and hurt. "You think that's the lie?" she asked, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and sorrow. "You don't believe that I love you?"
Izuku shook his head, struggling to find the right words, but Melissa didn't give him a chance to speak. "No," she insisted, "change your answer."
He remained silent, his jaw set in defiance. Melissa's frustration grew, her fists clenching at her sides as she fought to keep her composure. "Izuku," she said through gritted teeth, "I said change your answer."
Again, he refused, his gaze steady even as fear churned in his stomach. Melissa's hands trembled, her nails digging into her palms. She muttered to herself, trying to stay calm. "Don't get upset, Melissa. Don't get upset. He just doesn't understand yet. The voices in my head are taunting me."
Izuku's mind raced, trying to process everything that was happening. He hadn't realized the depth of Melissa's feelings, and now he was trapped, bound, and at her mercy. His thoughts strayed to Reiko Yanagi, whose quiet, enigmatic presence had always intrigued him. Melissa's jealousy was palpable, and he wondered how much of this stemmed from his interactions with Reiko.
Suddenly, Melissa's demeanor shifted. She forced a smile, her eyes glinting with a renewed determination. "Alright," she said, her voice unnervingly cheerful. "Let's play again. Three truths and a lie."
She took a deep breath and began once more, her tone almost singsong.
"One: I've been watching you since we met, noting every little detail. Two: I planned every moment of this, knowing exactly how you'd react. Three: I never intended to let you leave this place. Four: I envy that Misery Chick Reiko because she has what I've always wanted—your attention."
Melissa's smile widened as she finished, her eyes locked onto Izuku's. "Now, Izuku, let's see if you can get it right this time. Which one is the lie?"
"I... I'm not sure which lie you're talking about. I'm not really familiar with golf."
For a moment, Melissa's expression was one of stunned disbelief. Her mouth hung open, and she stared at him as if he had spoken in an alien language. Then, slowly, her features twisted into a sickening grin, her eyes crossing briefly in a display of unhinged amusement.
"Oh, so you want to play stupid?" she asked, her voice a mixture of eerie sweetness and underlying menace. "That's fine, Izuku. We can play that game. I have something related to golf that we can get very well acquainted with. We'll explore the shaft, the angle, and even the strokes."
Izuku's blood ran cold. He had no idea what she was planning, but the malice in her voice and the gleam in her eyes made it clear that it wasn't anything good. He struggled against his restraints, the fear growing in his chest as he tried to think of a way out.
Melissa paused, her demeanor shifting once more. She lowered the golf club and let out a soft, almost musical laugh. "Oh, Izuku, I was only kidding," she said, her tone light and playful. "I would never do anything like that to my boyfriend."
Izuku's heart continued to race, but a flicker of relief passed through him. Her unpredictable behavior left him on edge, unsure of what to expect next.
"Instead," Melissa continued, setting the golf club aside, "I want to play another game. This one will be... different. It'll require a lot of exertion, and I hope you have the strength to endure it."
She moved closer to him, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and something darker. "It's a game of endurance, Izuku. We'll see just how much you can take."
Izuku tried to steady his breathing, his mind still racing for a way out. "Melissa, what do you want from me?" he asked, his voice trembling. "Why are you doing this?"
Melissa tilted her head, as if considering his question. "I want you to understand, Izuku. To see how deeply I feel for you. This game will help you realize that."
She reached out, brushing her fingers lightly across his cheek. "But don't worry," she whispered. "I'll guide you through it. Just remember, every challenge you face is a step closer to understanding my love for you."
Izuku was startled when hearing the sound of his pants being undone.
"Melissa?" Izuku paused when Melissa's lips established contact with his. She tilted his chin, using one hand to grip it and the other to massage his throat. Izuku felt her tongue thrusting inside of his mouth. He felt the warm saliva entering his mouth. It tasted strong, feeling like warm alcohol being poured into his throat. As much he could resist, she made sure that he swallowed her essence. She broke the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva between the pair.
He felt her soft hands spreading his boxers to reach out for his penis. It stood attentively by her touch.
"It seems to me that your Small Might isn't protesting. Good to know that he's honest."
"Please, Melissa!"
"Shh! Save your strength as this game is going to require lots and lots of exertion, so save them for me when we play the adult game!" She used her hands to massage his penis. He hissed by the contact.
The blonde emitted her moans. She spat into her hand as she used it as lube to his dick. Slopping noises were made. She began massaging his balls.
"Melissa…" He grunted as he felt the tingling sensation wavering down his balls.
"I understand, Izuku. Thank you! Thank you for forcing myself onto you to show that you need to be convinced."
"Melissa! Please!"
"Nope! If I can't have it willingly, then I am going to rape you. You're mine!"
To be continued….
Later, after an intense session at the arcade, Reiko sat down at the dining area, a large pizza in front of her. She chuckled to herself as she remembered her cousin's exaggerated grimace; she might have been a bit too aggressive when slamming the puck into the slot during their Air Hockey game. He had gone to tend to his hands, leaving her alone to savor the cheesy, pepperoni-topped delight.
As she took a bite, she pulled out her phone and tried calling Izuku again. Once more, the call went straight to voicemail. Her brow furrowed in concern and frustration. She desperately wanted to share the news about their baby, but his absence was gnawing at her heart.
A few moments later, her phone buzzed with a notification. Her spirits lifted for a brief second, hoping it was Izuku. She quickly picked it up, only to see that the message was from an unknown number. Her heart raced with a mix of curiosity and dread as she opened it.
The message was chilling: "When your 'man' hides, I come and seek."
Her blood ran cold as she scrolled down to see a photo attached. It was Izuku, unmistakably, in a strong embrace with Melissa. Reiko's mouth dropped open in shock, her mind struggling to process the image.
Her grip on her phone tightened, and before she knew it, the device cracked under the pressure. A primal scream erupted from her, echoing through the dining area, a sound that could only be compared to a Dragonball Z character going into Saiyan mode. The arcade fell silent, all eyes turning towards her in a mix of surprise and fear.
Reiko's cousin rushed over, concern etched across his face. "Reiko! What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" She blurted. "What's wrong is that I am not wearing my black kimono."
"What do you mean?"
"Didn't you hear, cuz? We're getting ready to attend a wake."
To be continued…for real this time….