Ladies and gentlemen, the humorous side of Izuku's Mothers. Be warned, you will read content that breaks the fourth wall, character references, and failed plot devices. READ at your own risk! Enjoy!
It was a snap of a finger that captured Izuku's attention.
"Yo, buttercup! Are you still in dreamland?" Izuku was welcomed by the boastful of Yuu Takeyama. The ditzy, yet vain blonde was in his vision as he rested on the sofa of his couch. He slowly stirred, wondering what and why Mount Lady was doing in his domicile?
And on a weekend of all times.
Rubbing the sleepiness in his eyes, he stared into her eyes. He yawned sheepishly as he still pondered on the question.
"Sleepy mood, are you," asked the blonde as she took a seat on the couch. She scanned her nails for dirt. She turned over to the emerald child as he looked like he wanted to resume sleeping. "Your mother gave me the key to the house. I've asked her if I can borrow some sewing equipment."
"Sewing equipment," questioned Izuku as he yawned. He didn't even think his mother had time to sew since beginning her new job as a grocery clerk at the nearby supermarket. "Oh, yeah. She keeps it on the nightstand by her bed."
"Thanks, buttercup," said Yuu as she gave him the peace sign. The blonde made her way to the bedroom. Izuku stared for a second. The blonde was wearing a plain thin white t-shirt and thigh length pants. Izuku was too tired to care for her appearance. He just wanted to go back to sleep.
He grabbed the throw pillow and lied back down on the couch. Ed, Edd, n Eddy was playing on one of the foreign channels. Coincidentally, it played the episode when the protagonist Edd stayed up through the night in order to complete his toothpick drawbridge. As for Izuku's excuse, the night was spent collecting the pieces from the previous battle he had with his teammates. Afterward, they and the class of 1-A celebrated at the karaoke bar. He sang one too many songs and drank one too many root beers or whatever they put in a Long Island iced tea. It was nearly dawn when Izuku returned to the home. He had barely managed to take off his uniform before gathering his street clothes. Fortunately, they were lying on the floor. He returned to the couch and turned on the television. By the time the sun crest, Izuku was out like a light.
Izuku returned back to his peaceful rest, quoting the words of the sock-headed character on the syndicated television show. "Sleepy, sleepy, sleepy."
Yuu returned from the bedroom with Inko's sewing kit. She ogled at the kit in delight, thinking of different designs to bring more attention to her and her persona. Lately, she wanted to up her sex appeal, reach to all walks of life. She couldn't help it. She blamed it on her mother sometimes, never satisfied with whatever she got. Or maybe it was her father, very bold and very blunt. Either way, it went, Yuu had designs ready in part of Mr. Bakugou.
"Alright, buttercup, I got what I needed…" She paused. She looked at the couch and saw the sleepy Izuku. From her position, it looked as though bubbles were coming from his nose. His light breathing and clinging to the blanket like a child was adorable to Mount Lady. She didn't think a seventeen-year-old could look dashing and adorable at the same time.
She snapped her fingers once more. "Buttercup, I got what I need. I am about to go." Her hands were on her hips. She wanted his attention. She furrowed her eyebrows. She looked at the ceiling. "How dare he? How can a guy just ignore me like that? I am Mount Lady, a beauty, a damsel. There should be some kind of a way I can make it be all about me?"
The thought process of Yuu Takeyama was interesting. She often compared it to the sequence of Roger Klotz from Doug or Jimmy Neutron from The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron. She wanted to see on how she can get his attention. She was Yuu Takeyama. No way in hell will a boy ignore her, she thought to herself.
"Lightbulb," she said aloud. She picked up the phone and phoned his mother. She waited on the tone until she heard a response.
"Midoriya speaking," said the receiver.
Having a seat, Yuu spoke. "Hey, Inko, Yuu here."
"Hey, Yuu. Did you get what you needed."
Producing a fake laughter on the emphasis of her name. "Never get tired of that joke. Don't you, Auntie?"
Inko chuckled on the other end. "Never gets old. So, anyway, what's up?"
"Listen, Inko. I think Izuku is running a fever." She walked to the kitchen as she went into the drawer and grabbed a thermometer. "I came by to the house and he is lying on the couch. He is shivering and shaking on there." She hovered the end on the stove as she turned it on. "I am about to send you a pic." She took a picture and sent it to Inko.
A few moments later, Yuu could hear Inko gasped. "Oh, no, poor baby."
"Poof! Right," she said before coughing to return to her convinceable demeanor. "I know, Auntie. Anyway, I don't have much planned this afternoon. And I know you are pulling a double shift. I was thinking that I can take care of Izuku for you. If you don't mind."
"I don't want it to be a bother," said Inko concerningly. "Especially with your busy schedule."
Yuu blew a raspberry. "Little old me? No, I am good. My schedule is actually opened." She simultaneously looked at her calendar on her phone, filled with appointments and meeting. Beeping sounds could be heard as she began deleting and canceling plans. "Like I said, all empty."
There was a slight pause. "Well, if you don't mind, can you take care of my precious Izuku?"
Her eyes widened as if she had won a grand prize. 'If I don't mind," she said with a toothy grin. "Consider this as an altruistic service. No charge at all, Auntie Inko."
"Well, bless you, child," said Inko pleasingly. "I didn't think millennials like you had any responsibility left in your being."
Yuu ignored the mildly rude comment. She almost had a rebuttal regarding Inko's weight but decided against it. Especially if it was going to compromise what plans she had for Izuku. "This millennial does. So, I will make sure Izuku gets plenty of fluids and rest."
"Thank you, Yuu," said Inko. "Thank you."
"The pleasure is all mine," said Yuu before hanging up the phone.
She placed the phone in her pocket. She licked her soft, supple lips as the sleeping Izuku was lying on the couch. "Oh, what fun can we have with you, Izuku," she said alluringly.
Three hours later….
You CHEAP LITTLE ROTTER! I've been run over by a car, made to drag around a gimp shopping cart, threatened by your Gestapo security guards, had me head set on fire, I was attacked by wild lobsters, beaten by a very large woman, had me dog wrapped in plastic, nearly starved to death, and I still beat the 12:00 deadline! So if you don't change that total back to $1.50, I WILL DO SOMETHING NOT NICE!
Yuu didn't even know why she was watching it. She didn't laugh when she was supposed to, she didn't feel any tension during the show, she barely followed the plot. She just sat there next to the Oreo packet until to her surprise they were gone. Then she tapped out the crumbs into her palm and threw her head back to inhale them. Her eyes rested back on the flickering screen and found that in her brief distraction the commercials had begun. Often she preferred them to the show. They were short, attention-grabbing and required no intellectual effort. Once they were over her mind turned to the chips in the cupboard.
She slapped her forehead. Never in her twenty-four-years of existence that she didn't have any idea on what to do with Izuku.
Between the shows of Ed, Edd, n Eddy and Rocko's Modern Life, the only accomplishing thing was putting Izuku in bed. Even as she produced some height, the leverage still didn't support his weight. She struggled as she questioned his eating habits as he was put into bed. The child was dead weight, away from the world.
She opened the kitchen cabinet and grabbed a bag of chips. Immediately, she threw the bag back and closed the door.
Ok, Yuu, this isn't you. No way in hell do you don't have any idea. C'mon, you are Mount Lady. The attention seeker, the attention gainer. The go-getter. Better than Midnight, the Wild, Wild Kittens, everyone. If I can sway people into my directions, then why can I think of a damn idea to get Izuku to notice me?
"Pineapples!"
Yuu turned around to see another uninvited, yet familiar acquaintance standing at the doorway. The brunette was holding a piece of apple in her hand. She was taking a few bites, staring at the television.
"I love this show," said the brunette. "Americans can make funny and ridiculous television."
Yuu pouted her lips. "Shino! What reason are you paying a visit at this ungodly time." She raised her eyebrow. "And how were you able to get in any way?"
Shino Sousaki finished the apple, discarding it at the nearby trash can. She cracked her knuckles as she made entry into the house. "Same as you, my dearest Yuu." She made it to the kitchen. As she passed Yuu, she brushed her hand against her cheek. "I come once a week to deliver some diet powder for Inko." She reached into her purse, displaying a white powdery substance. "Another craze in her ill-attempts of weight loss, but who am I to destroy her bliss?" She looked at Yuu. "What's your reason?"
Yuu pointed to the open bedroom. "That's my reason. Inko told me to watch him. She thinks he is sick."
Shino clasped her hands. She dropped to her knees, going into a fetal position. "Oh, no," she said. "My dear Izuku is sick." She got on her knees, crying to Yuu as she went to her feet. "We must do something about it. I don't need my precious Izuku to be sick."
"Light bulb," she said gingerly as she stood up. "Celery stock should do the trick." She eagerly rushed to the refrigerator. "Or maybe it was onion stock."
Yuu snapped her fingers. "Easy Mom," she said to her. "Izuku isn't really sick. I just pretend to have some time alone."
Mandalay stared blankly at Yuu. She narrowed her eyes. "No, duh, buttercup! What other reason would you spend your Saturday where you can be busy being a harlot...like me." The brunette rushed to Yuu, holding her hands. "What reason do you want with Izuku?"
"Here's the thing. I don't know what to do," said Yuu. "Izuku is dead to the world. He is sleeping." She sighed as she tugged the ends of her t-shirt. "And I must admit I like him thus my excuses of coming over."
"Really? Explain?"
This wasn't Yuu's first-time spending it with Izuku. In the past, Izuku stayed over at her house whenever his mother went out-of-town to see her husband. Inko wanted structure and she trusted Yuu to provide that said structure. Granted, the twenty-four-year-old wasn't in a sense mature, but Yuu garnered and accepted the compliment. In return of a few dollars, the blonde didn't mind watching over Izuku. Her feelings for Izuku were there. The teasing, the flirting, the joy of embarrassing him at his expense. Excuses to keep Izuku in her life. Maintaining her composure was the best the blonde could do when receiving the surprising phone call from Inko when asking her for Izuku to spend the night. She wanted to melt, becoming putty on the palm of his hands.
Shino sat at the kitchen table. She produced a smile. "I am quite intrigued if not surprised."
"How so?"
"Typically speaking, especially in a story like this," she said as she crossed her legs. "The protagonist in question would walk into the room where their sleeping person of interest resides." She nodded her head. "Check out features, saying that we won't touch, yet we touch. We end up doing something we regret. Sex becomes the choice. We get caught, we apologize and/or continue. We don't get caught, we apologize and/or continue." She scanned her fingernails. "Around that ballpark?"
Yuu sighed. "Just nearly knocked it out of the park." She whistled loudly. "Damn, can't we find other ways to show affection to Izuku?"
Shino sighed. "Alas, no. We are just puppets for this ride. We will serve our purpose. We will take advantage of him. Have our way and continue on to the next story as a different version of ourselves."
"Is that a fact," asked Yuu.
"We won't know until we follow our paths," answered Shino. "So, do you want to go to Izuku's room or not?"
"Certainly and gladly," said Yuu.
Shino stood up and stretched her body. As they proceeded to Izuku's room, Shino spoked to Yuu. "You are certain that Izuku is sleeping?"
"Sure," said Yuu as she winked to Shino. "Before taking him to bed, his mom told me to give him some hot tea."
"Did you?"
"Certainly!" She blushed, rubbing the back of her head. "And Ambien."
"Yuu, you minx," said Shino.
"What can I say? I am in a mood for a glazed cinnamon roll," said Yuu alluringly.
"Agreed. I think Izuku wouldn't mind if we partake in his goodness," said Shino.
The girls were excitedly eager of what was to come in the next room. As for Izuku, that is a story for another time.
To be continued….