Izuku's obsession with a videogame leads him to a game of his own. What will happen? Read and see! Enjoy! OOC Izuku x ?!

The only thing that was consuming the young emerald-haired child's mind was playing his video games. Since the conclusion of the school week, he had made a committal promise to return to his domicile and catch up on multiple hours of video games. He couldn't describe himself as a fanatic. Obsession wouldn't be the right choice of words. He had other interests. He enjoyed writing and drawing comics; he enjoyed playing with Tenya and Ochako; he enjoyed spending time with his family; and he enjoyed reading comics and manga until his brain swelled. However, neither of those things were on the menu. He had recently purchased a few games with his saved pocket money and tonight's agenda was going to be fulfilled.

As he arrived home from school, he had made notice to his parents that the rest of the evening was going to be confined in his room. He told them they shouldn't be of concern. He had contained snacks and drinks to fill his time. His phone was on standby for serious emergencies. Aside from that, he didn't want to be disturb.

He walked into his room and closed the door. Silence was the golden thing to the emerald-haired teen before removing the sleeve of his latest game. Although it was a demo, the upcoming Bayonetta excited him. Not only did he admired the attraction of the Umbra Witch, he often fantasized about her in participating in her adventures. From exploring the unknown to exploring her body. He had some discrepancy of fantasizing about a fictional character. But, in his defense, he was still a growing teen. According to research, it was no surprise that teenagers had sexual fantasies toward fictional characters than real people. With the concept he studied, he concluded that fictional characters performed things that real people wouldn't do normally. Nevertheless, the character served as fuel whenever he wanted time alone at night, or wanted to write stories or draw about her.

He cast those thoughts aside and returned to the matter at hand. He pulled the game into the console and began to play.

Through that time, he paused to check on things on the outside world. Katsuki texted to see if he was coming over next door for dinner. Tenya wanted to borrow his brush to tend to the dummy he uses in his spare time. His mother gave him a limit before his appointed bedtime. Ochako wanted to know if he was free to hang out on Saturday. He gave his respective response to each of them. He told Katsuki that he had a heavy lunch; he gave Tenya the permission of his brush, letting him know that it was on the banister in the kitchen; he overlooked his mother's message; and lied to Ochako that he already had family plans.

Selfish, he admitted, but the many times he has catered to the family and friends as the jack of all trades, one night to himself shouldn't hurt. Once again, he cast those thoughts aside as he continued playing the Bayonetta demo.

He was so consumed about the upcoming game that he didn't realize that time has gone by. Before coming to his room, it was near four in the evening.

It wasn't until he heard the knock on his door confirming his loss of time.

The door opened. His mother entered the room with a discerning look of a mother. Her face was pouting, placing her hands on her hips. He paused the game for he knew whenever his mother did that, she meant business.

"Icchan," answered his mother. "It is eleven o'clock in the evening." She moved forward, blocking his direction from the television. "Do you hear me, young man? Eleven o'clock means bedtime."

He made a slight frown. "C'mon, Mom." He blew out a sigh. "It is the weekend and we don't have school for another couple of days."

"That is true," she interjected. "However, no son of mine is going to lose sleep over a video game." She took the console from him. He let out a slight groan. "Relax, Icchan. Katsuki's mother practically taught me how to save your content. She has to do it all the time." Izuku saw how she was putting the right things in the right mode before turning the game off. She sighed. "There! Now you don't have to worry if your mother is messing things up." She turned off the television.

"Now, get into your pajamas and head into bed," she told Izuku. "And I won't be going anywhere until you do it."

"Yes, ma'am," answered Izuku. "Tyrant!" He murmured under his breath.

"What was that, sweetie?" She produced a smile. The kind of smile where one's forehead is bulging because one's dear son is near to busting a nerve.

"Nothing," he replied nervously. Recanting everything he'd said. "Nothing, dear mother of mine."

"Good!" She punched him on the shoulder.

Ouch!

As she said, she stayed as she watched Izuku removed his clothing. She grabbed his clothes, folding them and putting them on his desk chair. He went into the drawer and pulled out his pajamas. Meanwhile, his mother was pulling the covers from his bed to prepare him for the evening.

"Good, you are ready for bed," said his mother. "Now, step into it." She clapped. "Chop, chop."

"Mom," he groaned. "I am not that young to be watched."

"I know, sweetheart," she said. "However, while you are still under this roof, you still follow our rules." She tilted down to him. "Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said as he pulled the covers on him. His mother gave a slight look to herself, thinking that she was a bit harsh on her only son. "Listen, son. Don't think I am being a tyrant. I just think you don't need to be consumed too much into these games." She picked up the cover of Bayonetta. "Especially if figures like these are wrapping up your tiny, curious mind." She put it back on the desk. She sat closer to him. "Just recognize that these are games. They aren't real. I don't want you to get too wrapped up, you know. Look at it as a balance. You know Ochako called for you earlier this evening. Did you get her message?"

He looked away without answering.

"I see. Izuku Midoriya, if I feel these games are consuming your entire time, then I will speak with your father to put the game away."

Izuku became hesitant. "No, please. I don't want you to take them away."

"Then, learn how to balance them out. Tomorrow, you can play the game. Then, you will go out and have fun with Ochako. Plus, your cousin, Izumi is only here for the weekend before she goes back to America. So, don't let her down. So, I suggest you three hang out and make some precious memories." She kissed him on the forehead. "Pleasant dreams, Icchan." She got up and step forward. "Oh, before you get thoughts on some temptation." She took the joystick. He groaned loudly when seeing that.

"Love you too, sweetie. Good Night!" She blew a kiss and closed the door.

He couldn't believe the "theatrics" his mother displayed about his consumption with video games. C'mon, Mom. I am not that obsessed. I mean, the girls on the games are provocative, but I know they don't exist. I can balance my video games and having fun with other stuff. You don't say anything to the other aunties like Momos obsession with fashion, Kyoka's obsession with music, Tenya's obsession with science, and Katsuki's obsession about getting his first juvenile record. Everybody got something we like more, Mom. I don't complain about your obsession with romance novels and couponing.

Despite his one-on-one debate with himself, it was futile. He wasn't in the mood to read any manga. He didn't want to write. Honestly, he wouldn't mind playing more video games. With his mother taking the main source of his playing, he had no other options but to go to bed.

Wait a minute, I do have THE final option.

Gracious to Ochako for purchasing this on his recent birthday, he couldn't about his trump card under the bed. As he scanned throughout the empty bag of potato chips, empty bottles of iced tea, dust bunnies, crusty socks, loose magazines, and the like, he remembered the box that he kept for emergencies like this.

"Yes! The final ace in the hole," he exclaimed while whispering. "Ochako save over an entire winter on snack money to purchase my VR goggles!" He clapped excitedly. "Thank you, Sony!"

Rubbing his hands as if he acquired lotion, the eyes of the future were among him. The first near contact and close-up of the Umbra Witch. As he was opening Ochako's gift, he contemplated on purchasing NieR: Automata.

Just for the narrative, characterization, thematic depth, music design, combat system, and the mixture of different gameplay genres. Also following the battles of a combat android, her companion, and a fugitive prototype. Even if that combat android is a sexy gift from the gods.

When opening the cardboard box, he welcomed with disappointment. There in foam was the empty shell of where his VR goggles once lay. Attached to the box was a note. Immediately, the teen scanned the note as he found the person responsible for this crime.

Yo! Katsuki in the cut!

As I happened to stumble one evening when you weren't here, I happened to come across the gift from the gods. Pointy-haired queen spent some serious coin to give you such a device. And being the lovely, handsome friend you wish you can, I thought why break in this VR goggles. Don't worry, it will be in great care! I will bring them back in two shakes of liger's tail.

Your friend,

Katsuki!

He hit the wall with both fists, angered by his lack of guard and his mother allowing people to play in his room without his attendance. Knowing that being angry and shouting to the gods weren't going to bring back his VR goggles or his joystick, the only thing left to do was to go to bed. He returned back to his bed, grabbing the soft green quilt to cover his body. He looked into the ceiling, wishing for the night to cease.

"Well, at least I can play it in the morning when I wake up," he said to himself. He turned over and looked at the window. The moon was shining brightly in the night. If he remembered what his teacher Kayama-sensei told him earlier that day, it was the night of the supermoon. He blocked the moonlight with his hands, swaying it until he felt his body become heavier. Sleep was among him, covering his body more than the covers itself. He pulled the covers and started to drift into slumber.

As he dwindled, he thought about a situation in which he was rubbing the Umbra Witch's back with sunscreen.

Later that night...

Izuku's eyes snapped open like flashlight beams. Although strained from the floodlights outside his apartment window, he was aware that he was surrounded by darkness. It was the humming of his laptop and his ceiling fan that confirmed that the home still had electricity. He was surprised by the sudden waking into the night.

His RWBY chibi clock indicated to be a few minutes after three in the morning - the witching hour. The teen never believed in such superstition but just surprised by seeing emerald eyes glued to seeing 3:03.

The gurgling sound in his belly indicated that he was hungry. He didn't have dinner, relying on his snack cakes and high-fructose syrup tea to serve his sugary energy in lieu of a decent meal. He slowly removed his covers. He didn't think his mother would mind if he got a midnight snack.

He wasn't looking for a joystick and he certainly wasn't going to use the crowbar in his father's office to break into his friend's apartment two floors down either. He was going to grab a sandwich and some juice and return to bed.

He closed the door gently as he exited the room. Amazing how much sound is produced in the night when everything shuts down, the emerald-haired teen thought as he made several paces to the kitchen to grab his midnight snack.

CRACKLE!

A noise was coming from the living room. It sent shivers down his spine. Who was up, with the exception of him, in this ungodly hour. His father was overseas in Dubai at a business conference. And he was quite certain that his mother was sleeping in her room. To head to the kitchen, one must pass his mother's bedroom.

His mother always kept her door open whenever his father wasn't home.

He remembered his mother mentioning Izumi being here for the weekend. However, that wasn't like the female-replica of him. One, Izumi was a prissy, pampered, and prim bitch. He didn't like being a discourse about it, but it was the truth. Izumi was mean, surly, and anything that defined evil. To think that she is cute and dastardly.

One would think that Masaru Bakugo was the father of Izumi Midoriya.

Nevertheless, she wouldn't be here. Izumi wouldn't stay in a place that she described as a destitute despot. Nothing that wasn't designer or celebrities didn't use touched her nimble body.

CRACKLE!

Izuku slowly tiptoed to the source of the sound. As much as he wanted to protest, he needed to investigate. There was no certainty of intruders, criminals, crooks, and shyster wanted to invade the household to rob and maybe rape. Although his mother is beautiful and slim and he described himself a prime grade-A choice cut, he wasn't going to have his virginity snatched.

Especially from a grubby greased-up otaku that wore three-day-old semen and piss-stained boxers. Or from a ponytail-wearing otaku who has a thousand cats and would purposely want to have his babies.

The likelihood was rare and he felt bad for being that descriptive. Plus, not all otakus are that bad. In a way, he is a part of the spectrum.

Especially since he was having a wet dream with the Umbra Witch with the suntan lotion. Let's say that there were certain areas that the witch felt that needed some relief.

CRACKLE!

Izuku didn't have any weapons. His quirk levels were at a low. Earlier that day, he used much force as he could to defend himself from Katsuki, Eijiro, and Neito afterschool.

However, that was a story for another time.

He got to his knees, crawling into the living room. Upon hiding behind the leather couch, from the corner of his eye, he saw the force sitting at the windowsill next to the alcove.

Her hair lied black and poker-straight, yet soft, moving like prairie grass in the wind. It gives contrast to her face, so dark against her soft white skin. She was part of the beauty of their room rather than a thing apart.

Her head was tilting as if she was looking at something. Izuku heard the crackling sound again. Upon observation, she was chewing on an apple. As the moonlight gave more of an ability to see her, he featured investigated the woman in question.

She was a beautiful woman with a slender yet curvy, bewitching figure. Quite stunning to the eye. Her black hair was wrapped into a beehive-like hairdo with a bang sweeping to the right. Her gray eyes had a beauty mark located at the bottom of her left cheek, close to her lips. She was also wearing glasses.

She took another bite of the apple. Her head continued to look at the ceiling. Another highlight was she was quite tall for a woman. If not a few inches taller than his mother or Auntie Mitsuki. She used her hand to stroke her hair as she continued biting on her midnight snack. All the while, Izuku kept his place hidden behind the leather sofa. He had to keep his mouth covered. Not a sound or sudden movements.

Despite this being a beautiful woman, she was a beautiful intruder.

God, this is daunting! He gathered to check another look at the beautiful intruder. He observed the entry to his doorway. It didn't appear that this was a forced entry. There was no way she climbed into the apartment since they lived on the eighth floor.

What should I do? This is alarming. I should call the police! It wouldn't be any good. His cell phone was left on the charger in his room. Plus, no longer was her eyes was focusing on the ceiling.

It was now examining the couch in front of him.

He calmed himself down. He didn't need to make sudden movements. On his knees, he slowly heeled to his feet. His eyes were darting to the hallway.

Before making any decisions, he heard the creaky shift of the windowsill. Then, a bounce from the kotatsu. It was a small bouncy noise, enough to stir a noise in the living room but not enough to stir his mother.

He kept himself silent. For inches away, the discarded apple rolled in front of him.

"Oh, God!" He was whispering feverishly. He heard the intruder making patterns in and out of the living room. Like a parent who was thinking about a child. Or an adult contemplating on a certain subject, she seemed distracted. How can one be distracted with the potential of stirring any sleeping tenants?

Is this her first robbery, he questioned to himself. "This might be a robbery," he said to himself quietly. "Maybe she is having second thoughts about her actions."

"I wouldn't be sure if it second thoughts, my little fishy. Maybe it is because I was contemplating what I would do to sneaky and naughty boys who tried to stop me."

Her fierce voice sent shivers down his spine. He was standing on his heels, not feeling the womanly presence right behind him.

"You know, most people would confront their intruder, but you didn't," said the stranger. Izuku stood still as she walked around him. Izuku watched her black and grey heels before stopping in front of him.

"Maybe this is the part where you meet your bad luck, boy," said the intruder. Izuku didn't get a chance to respond as he was met with her foot pushing him to his back. Lying on the surface of the floor, he finally had an opportunity to see the full extent of the intruder in question.

He was fixated on her look. A look that he finds hauntingly familiar.

Glasses that have the design of butterfly wings.

A red hair ribbon wrapped around her hairdo that extends down to her legs.

Thin gold chains, three small belts strapped on each arm, and a pair of gold, cat-shaped earrings.

Seeing Izuku fixated on her appearance made the intruder titillated. She pursed a smile, releasing her foot from his foot. "Maybe yet, this is the part where you meet your good luck, boy?"

Izuku didn't answer, still registering on the source of the image.

"B-B-B-Bayonetta?"

The woman stretched her arms toward him. He remained unmoved. He wasn't sure what kind of tricks that might be up the Umbra Witch's sleeve.

"Bayonetta," retorted the intruder calmly. "I have called by that name before. I have been called the Famed Witch, Umbra Witch, or simply Cereza."

He swallowed the lump in his throat. He couldn't find the right words to produce. He was still in disbelief of the sight in front of him.

"What are you doing here?" Quite a strong question to ask a woman. Yet again, living in a quirky world, the possibility was endless.

"Easy, my little Emerald Child," she said as she kneeled in front of him. "I was sent here."

"Sent here?"

"Yes." She pointed her finger to his direction. "By you!"

"Me!" He pointed himself back. "I've sent you?"

She cracked her knuckles. "In a way, you did. But it matters not." She reached into her pocket. Izuku saw that it was another apple. "I have come here for one purpose and one purpose alone." She bit in the apple. The hard crunch followed by the spritz of its juices landed on the tip of his nose. "And that is my little Emerald to steal."

Whoa! She is actually there to steal. What does she want to steal?! Stay tuned in the next chapter!

To be continued….

GOTA: Hold up! You're going to stop there? God, BD! They might be right. You might be the cuckold of writing. Maybe that 'fan' of yours is right being a 'biased hack'. Joking, of course.

BD: Call me what they want. They still follow my stories so I must be something to them. Plus, it is two in the morning and I have work in the morning. And you know me, girl. I don't often get to those scenes until the next chapter.

GOTA: I was playing, doll. You left off at the right time. Is this a crossover or something?

BD: Not really! However, I am having this kick to do cosplay. I will say this. One of the mothers (as well as the female Pro Heroes and teachers) could be Bayonetta.

GOTA: Sweet! Just be sure to finish the rest of the other stories, dear.

BD: Don't you have a dissertation to write?

GOTA: Tend to your business and I tend to mine.

BD: Fine, fine. Anyway, ladies and gentlemen. One of the lovely women of Musutafu is possibly Bayonetta. Who could it be? Who could it might be? Find out as the story continues.

To be continued...for real this time!