Hey, guys! BD and GOTA, here, with our latest chapter in 'Chat Noir.' In this chapter, Blake finds her window on getting her Izuku. However, there is a certain group of people disapproving of their relationship. Meanwhile, Kyoka, Ochako, Mina, and Tsuyu (Team KOMT) are adjusting to their new surroundings - with disastrous results. Later, Katsuki finds a friend in CRDL leader, Cardin Winchester. What will happen? Read and see! Enjoy!

Blake needed to be as calculating as possible. Unlike her certain, yet adorable cohorts, she was doing her homework. Time spent with Lie Ren after school wasn't only in preparation for the arrival of her UA counterparts, she checked the database of each and every student attending this foreign exchange program.

She became a Faunus in heat the moment she laid eyes upon the emerald gem. It was his smile that captivated her attention. Asking Ren with absolute certainty of his arrival and wanting notification each and every moment, she wouldn't rest until she received word that he was on the list to attend Beacon.

Like prey hunting for weak antelope, she was on the prowl. Her amber eyes laid upon him the moment he stepped foot into the auditorium after Ozpin announced to the student body of the arrival of the UA students. Holding onto the hems of her skirt, her heart skipped beats as the god himself walked upon the unworthy floors of the auditorium. He was nervous. He kept fidgeting and his hands were in his pocket. He kept checking his watch every five seconds. His eyes were looking at the floor. The urge to become a doting mother was nigh as she knew at the very moment of seeing him in person, she wanted that boy.

However, she couldn't be this forward. Especially when there were others who were banking on the cinnamon roll. If Izuku could only know there were others, even outside of the RWBY circle who were placing their bets on how soon they were going to obtain him. Many teams collected a money pool on the cutest boys to date or "to have fun in the showers" weeks prior to their arrival and Izuku was certainly at the top. If he knew the amount of money that was banked on him, he would be rich (for a teenager).

Breaking her teammate's sacred promise, she decided to pursue him alone. Her pursuit of Izuku began the moment he stepped out of the Bullhead. Wearing her sunglasses and a dark skin-tight one-piece suit, the ninja hid in plain sight as she watched him. The heat wasn't the only thing causing her one-piece suit to stick upon her creamy skin. She took pictures, took notes and watched every move he made. His friends, how he interacted with them. What made him tick? Happy? Sad? Her mother was right on how one could know a person based on body language.

Just a tease asking to be taken advantage of by a woman who can easily play as his mother.

Izuku was often a loner in his spare time. It had to be a blessing from Oum when he was appointed a room in the girls' dormitory. Unfortunately, it wasn't her dorm but close enough to where she can sneak in like a thief in the night. However, the biggest problem was her friends, particularly Yang. Yang was her best friend and occasional lover, but they were one and the same - chasing after meek and timid boys. Be that as it may, a blessing to be sneaky was to her advantage to obtain the cinnamon roll.

A few hours earlier….

Blake watched from afar when Izuku was exiting the library. With a handful of books from their tiny manga collection, she watched as he took his time to head to the cafeteria. Ozpin decided to allow the UA student a free day to peruse and explore the campus. He wanted to give them the opportunity to make this place feel like home. It wasn't certainly Japan. She hasn't even left Remnant. Her closeness to Japan was through her secret obsession with anime, manga, the otaku culture, video games, and most of all, hentai.

How could she tell her friends that the black-haired secretly damped sheets, quilts, and panties over the animated pornography? Yaoi, yuri, futanari, netorare, whatever genre to get her rocks off. Swingout Sisters, Aki Sora, Bible Black, Greenwood, Resort Boin - plenty to create a musky scent in her room to savor her love for a place she hasn't visited. Nevertheless, when seeing her cinnamon roll, a particular genre captivated her attention each and single time.

She decided to make her move immediately. With Yang helping Goodwitch and Weiss and Ruby helping Professor Peach with a study, it was now or never. She asked the cinnamon roll for forgiveness when she used her make-up compact mirror with the sun to blind the cinnamon roll.

Izuku fell face forward to the ground. A rain of books landed on his back. Of course, it was met with a pocket of laughter from various places. She knew his ego was bruised, but she was going to make sure to comfort him in many ways than one.

It was time to be his savior.

"Oh, goodness!" She played coy as she rushed to his aid. "Are you okay?"

Izuku groaned sharply as he was trying to get up. Blake took his hand. "Don't worry. I can get you up."

He didn't protest. She collected intel on how easily fay he was when it came to domineering women. He took her hand as she helped him up. He humbly bowed to his savor. "Thanks!"

"Let me help you with those." Blake within was jollier than a fat kid in front of cake. She assisted him as she gathered his books, neatly organizing them in alphabetical order. "Got a lot of books here with you," she said.

Manga wasn't exactly her forte. Ero-manga served to make her pussy wet and give her those weird, but craved sensations whenever she climaxed. "Assassination Classroom! Haikyuu! Death Note! Love Hina!" She continued reading out his collection until she spotted a manga that made it easier to hook, line, and sinker him. "What is Aki Sora?"

Like a blushing bride, he swiped away the manga, coveting it like a religious relic. "Thanks for helping me," he said with a flushed look on his face. He bowed again as he took the other books.

"Don't mention it," she said coyly. She wasn't going to elaborate further. The ball was on her court and she needed to be as naive as she can be before pursuing her little fishy. Her earlier stunt was nothing more than bait. With her having the fishing pole, it was her words that would be utilized in obtaining him. "Aren't you one of the UA kids?"

He nodded his head. "Yeah," he answered nervously. "I am Izuku Midoriya. Class 1-A from UA High School."

She pursed her lip. She took steady breaths as to what was to stop her from defiling him on this very quad. "Nice to meet you." She extended her hand. "Blake Belladonna! A member of Team RWBY. A second year."

She knew that he couldn't return her handshake as there were books in his hand. Instead, she gave him a European kiss. Izuku's eyes were lit like fireworks on a Summer evening as the Faunus exchanged kisses. Her rosy cheeks were lit as she produced a friendly smile. "Sorry if it seems foreign. You had your hands full and wanted to show you a bit of affection through greeting."

"No," he responded while blushing. "It's fine!"

She smiled. "Thank you!"

His eyes were looking at her shoes. "Don't mention it." He was turning beet red. "Sorry for appearing flustered. So much has gone on in the last several hours. So forgive me if I am a bit weird right now."

She shook her head in disagreement. "No worries, Izuku. Overnight changes of scenery can make us look scared like animals. Out of our element and all. " She paused while scanning her nails. She was aware that saying their first name could be a bit hesitant. "I'm sorry! Would you feel better if I call you Midoriya instead?"

His eyes were still on her shoes. "Izuku is fine."

"Great, I-zu-ku! Call me Blake or Belladonna or simply Blake. Sometimes my friends call me Blakey!"

"Sure, whatever you say."

Clammy hands, shaking body, beet-red face. The way he was acting, she would think that this was his first time interacting with a woman. Honestly, she knew that wasn't the case. His Facebook shows that he has plenty of women friends, particularly girls like Ochako Uraraka, Momo Yaoyorozu, Itsuka Kendou, Kyoka Jirou, Mina Ashido, as well as a few others. She wasn't as concerned about Yaoyorozu as her Facebook relationship status stated that she was in a complicated relationship with Shouto Todoroki. However, she was on her alert. Those UA girls know him well and they are like her, they were vigilant.

So, it was now or never and the way she was going, it wouldn't be much longer to obtain him.

"Where are you heading off to," asked Blake inquisitively. "If you don't mind me asking."

"Well, I was going to drop off these books at my apartment before heading off to the canteen," he answered.

"The cafeteria? What a coincidence! I was going to head there as well." It was a lie. She was supposed to help Oscar Pine with Oum-knows-what at Oum-knows-where, but it had completely slipped her mind. Like it matters about spending time with that pussycat, she thought as she pardoned herself with that particular pun.

"I know it's off-hours, but they extended it for us so we can get some food," he responded nervously. Judging by the sweat marks, it looked like he was going to have an overload before automatically shutting down. He tried to use his hands to wipe the sweat but continued to fidget and fumble. Blake intervened. "Allow me to help you with your books, Izuku."

"It's fine. Just got a lot on me."

"So, you feel emasculated when a girl asks to help a man?"

"No!" Izuku blurted. Fingers kept slipping from his sweat, causing the books to drop to the ground. Blake kneeled to the ground to grab the books. Izuku stood there, awkwardly embarrassed. "Sorry! Just sorry!" He slapped his forehead. "I don't know why I am doing this."

While kneeling, she took his hand. "Breathe, Izuku! You're nervous. This is your first day. Take deep breaths." She inhaled slowly to demonstrate, never letting go of his hand. "Take deep breaths. Relax, okay? You're in good hands."

Izuku did what was instructed, not noticing her soft hands never letting go of his hand. "I'm calming down. Just so much to juggle and so…."

After grabbing his books, she raised her finger, inciting silence. "You remind me of Jaune Arc on his first day."

"Jaune Arc?"

"Tall and blond classmate? I think you guys met at orientation."

He snapped his fingers. "Yeah! The guy with that cool shield he demonstrated to us about fighting Grimm and safety." He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. "Going to be honest. Didn't pay much attention."

"No one really does with him, but my point is on his first day at Beacon, he vomited on Yang's shoes."

So that is why Yang and the others call him Vomit Boy, Izuku thought to himself.

"First day jitters are nerve-wracking." Blake put her hands on his shoulders. "But having friends here can make things easier."

"Friends?"

"Well, a stranger is a friend you have yet to meet." She winked at him. "And I do want you to feel as welcome as possible."

Izuku nodded in compliance. "Well, you are the first to greet me properly." He bowed apologetically. "I hope you treat me well."

She firmly gripped his shoulders. "The feelings are mutual, Izuku!" She grabbed his arm and wrapped it with hers. "Let's go and get some food. There are some things I would like for you to try. The food here is to die for."

Izuku was grateful for the Faunus' hospitality. A bit forward, but nevertheless, friendly. The Faunus gripped onto him tightly as they were heading to the cafeteria. Of course, their walk didn't go without notice from fellow Beacon students.

Blake is talking to that foreign kid from Japan.

That green-haired kid? With Blake Belladonna?

It doesn't surprise me. A foreigner and a Faunus can make hand in hand together.

Who does that kid think he is to flounce and take away such beauty.

He better not have a class with us or else we can show him a nice Beacon welcome.

"People are staring at us," he informed Blake. He assumed by the looks of envy and anger that the Faunus must be one of the popular students.

Blake laughed softly. "Never you mind them, Izuku. People talk and people think whatever they want."

"One of them is sharpening their weapons. Is there a problem?"

"Nope!" She winked at him once again as she flicked his nose. "Haters are gonna hate." She laughed again, tightening their grip. "No worries, Izuku! Just go with it!"

"Okay! Only because you say so!"

That's my Deku!

As Blake sashayed her hips with her arm candy, a few hundred feet away was a certain student who didn't like the idea of the Faunus being such an interloper.

That neko bitch! I knew there was something fishy about that whore! Well, I knew there is always a thin line between love and skanks! Wanna play, Whiskers?! Let's play and you better have your eight lives ready as well.

"I am coming for that boy!"

Meanwhile….

Ochako wasn't sure how to contact the manager of this dorm or was there a house mother or a resident assistant. As the daughter of poor construction workers, she knew about living rough. With a school known for its rich heritage and prestige, their living conditions in this dorm were unacceptable.

"Ouch!" It was the punk rocker girl, Kyoka as she felt the static of electricity hitting her when she tried plugging her laptop in the outlet. "Damn, that hurt!"

"If you would listen to me, Jirou, then you would have purchased the set of adapters." It was the pinkette Mina Ashido that was responding as she was on the phone to get in contact with a Japanese embassy. If they were able to cross universes, then there shouldn't be any reason for not having a consulate.

"Guys, we can just ask one of the professors or someone that can get this living arrangement changed, ribbit." Tsuyu was trying her best to be the voice of reason.

According to their student advisor, Velvet Scarlatina, their dorms haven't been used since the yesteryears of team STRQ. Be that as it may, their dorm wasn't in the best condition. A putrid stench was coming from their faulty plumbing. Their running water smelled of sulfur. Their mattress was filled with hay and feathers. Their kitchenette was covered in dust and cobwebs. Unless they were in fact featured characters from Baka & Test, these conditions were horrible and awful.

"Damn! Out of service," commented Ashido as she hung up the phone. "I knew I should have purchased a scroll at the airport."

"What have we done to get a place like this," asked Kyoka frustratingly. "Hell, they even gave Minoru a proper room."

"Honestly, he can have cable, internet, a football-size swimming pool, and I still wouldn't want to be within his sights," commented Mina as she was trying to find a suitable place to sit.

Using her tongue to scratch her head, Tsuyu said, "Let's make what's best of it for the time being." She turned to Ochako and the others. "It has been quite a day with the transition and plus this is temporary, ribbit!"

"Oh, trust me, Asui," retorted Mina, "after calling Mother when I can get service, this here will be temporary." She looked at Ochako. "Do you think everybody is settling okay?"

"Kayama-sensei and Aizawa-sensei grouped everyone by four like the Beacon students," answered Ochako. "We happened to be the ones to have the 'luck' of the draw."

"Knowing about Yaoyorozu, she probably has the best dorm on campus," said Kyoka. "And I am the daughter of musicians."

"Let's not involve jealousy, ribbit," interjected Tsuyu. "We can endure anything and after a bit of cleaning up, we can make this work."

"Or, we can allow the boys to help us clean up," retorted Mina as she pursed her lips. "Aoyama would do anything for compliments."

"Yeah," replied Kyoka. "And Nirengeki would do anything for a Klondike Bar."

The girls minus Ochako laughed at the thought.

Mina decided to up the ante to tease Ochako. "Maybe we can let a strong and mighty guy like Deku help these poor damsels." She batted her eyes at the blushing Ochako. "Seeing him working in the hottest of conditions. Sweat glittering down his dampened t-shirt…."

"Chill, ribbit," retorted Tsuyu. "Don't need to up the heat in this hotbox, ribbit!"

"Just stating facts," interjected the pinkette. "Midoriya is a hottie!"

"Girls," said the flustered brunette. "Let's focus on our objective here."

"You're right," said Kyoka. "Where on campus do you think he is?"

"Kyoka," barked Ochako.

"Yeah, let's go and find him," said Mina. "And of course the others."

"So, we are going to forget about our current situation," asked Ochako.

"We can ask somebody on the way," said Mina. "Kyoka? At least your phone gets service here?"

"Certainly," replied Kyoka. "Want me to call Deku?"

"Yeah, but act like you have been calling around to get others together."

"Will do!"

Ochako buried her face in her hands on the bewilderment of her friends. "Guys, is this for real?"

"Real as that Beowulf that chased Neito on the way here," answered Mina. "Make the call, Jirou!"

Back to Izuku and Blake….

Izuku told Blake to pardon the mess as they entered the townhouse. Blake was appreciative of Ozpin and White Fang for cleaning the apartment. A great place for Izuku to learn freely and of course, their love nest. An amazing tale to tell their children on how and where they were made.

"You didn't have to purchase groceries for me at the market," said Izuku as he carried the bags into the kitchen.

"Think nothing of it, Izuku," replied Blake. "I can tell that you are a great guy and I just want to make you feel welcome like any new person."

"You're being good to me. I don't deserve it," said Izuku as he was removing the bags.

"Let me help," she said. "As a matter of fact, let me unpack the groceries and have a seat on the couch."

"I don't mind helping."

"You're the guest of Beacon. So, allow me to serve you."

"Golly! Thanks! But say the word and I can assist."

"I believe it." You can count on it, Izuku baby.

Her lingering amber eyes were upon the cinnamon roll as she laid out the items to distribute in their respective places. What Ozpin didn't know was that this place was laid out with hidden cameras. Like watching Big Brother, she wanted eyes on Izuku as much as possible. Just for observation and her personal alone sessions. Or whenever Yang wasn't available.

"Hungry, Izuku," she said from the kitchen. "I know we didn't get a chance to eat."

"Well, Aizawa-sensei and Kayama-sensei are serving us dinner tonight at our informal meeting," he said as he turned on the television. The Romanoffs was his current show of choice.

"Then, what about a snack? I have this muffin recipe handed down from my grandmother. A fine Faunus recipe."

"Okay, Blake!"

"Great! Also, I will make some tea for us. Barley or oolong?"

"Oolong is fine!"

"Great! Now kick back and relax. And let me serve you."

Blake was happy for the furnished townhouse as she went into the drawer to reach for an apron. She felt like more of a wife than a concerned friend/classmate. Her fantasy was interrupted when she saw Izuku's phone vibrating on the table. She was going to speak until she saw the name, Mina Ashido, along with a picture, on the screen.

Immediately, she declined the call. She turned the phone off because Izuku was going to be occupied for quite some time. A long while, she thought to herself.

After putting up the groceries, she had her items ready for her snack and tea time.

However, there was a particular item that was certainly not on the grocery list.

A bit of a secret Faunus recipe she would like to call it as she poured it in the batter. It was to be used whenever a male has difficulty performing sexually. And since she was on her estrus, it was well needed. For good measure, she spooled saliva into the mix. Her juices were naturally aphrodisiac, especially onto males.

Unsure of his willingness, as she was making the tea, she added some ketamine in the mix.

After a little while, the muffins and the tea were ready. "Here you go, Izuku," she said as she set the tray down on the table.

"Thanks," said Izuku.

"You're welcome," she responded as she began to pour tea into the cup.

"Cheers," the duo said in unison. As he consumed, Blake played coy. Sticking out her pinky ring as she feignedly sipped the tea. She let out a small grin.

"What's funny," asked Izuku.

"Nothing," she interjected. "The tea tastes a bit funky. Afraid I may have overcooked the tea."

Meanwhile….

Katsuki felt like a kid in a candy store. If that candy store contained an arsenal of weaponry. Katsuki felt he had met the world when he became acquainted with team CRDL leader, Cardin Winchester.

Cardin was pouring a bottle of the finest tea into the porcelain glass. He took a moment to inhale the fragrance before taking a sip.

He and Bakugo were lounging in the common area of their dormitory. Bakugo was assigned to stay with the CRDL leader since Russel was out of commission for the time being. Who was Russel to the blond? It mattered not. And he thought he was cynical and maniacal. The moment he laid eyes upon the blond, he knew that there were worse people than the Lord Explosion Murder himself.

"Have to say, Cardin. You're living the dream life." Katsuki sat on the couch that was made with the finest leather. "A room that is fit for a king."

Cardin nodded approvingly. "I appreciate that, Katsuki. I am astonished that the school set me up with a guy like you." He crossed his legs as he looked at the abundance of weaponry his father has collected over the years. The finest Winchester collection.

Katsuki whistled by the sights. "People cater to you, left and right. They fall in line whenever you check them." He nodded with his signature smug grin. "I am quite envious of your standards. You're definitely the king of Beacon.

Cardin loved it when foreigners fished for compliments. Initially appalled when learning that he was assigned with a foreigner, but changed his tune after watching his appointed roommate treated that emerald-haired simp in the auditorium during morning assembly. A bit weak in some areas, Cardin thought, but a guy with strong leadership potential. The kind of guy he admired, despite having different pedigrees.

"I sense no lying in you, Bakugo," responded Cardin. "I am pleased with your words. Treat this place as if it is yours and in time, I can show you the ropes of being part of the CRDL team." He took another sip of his barley tea before looking at the clock. "I wish we could talk more, but I am late."

"Having to go to an appointment?"

"Appointment?" He scoffed. "Faunus, please," he hissed. "I make appointments!" He scratched under his chin. "Actually, I am late for work."

"You've got a job?"

"Don't you guys work back at UA?"

"Nah," retorted Katsuki. "Too much about focusing on studies to be Pro Heroes and blah blah blah."

Cardin cleared his throat. "When you are a Winchester pedigree, you can do whatever you want. No Faunus or old man Ozpin can stop me with my affairs." He produced a smug grin. "Even that bitch that is an heir apparent to that pesky Dust Company."

"Who?"

"It matters not," he retorted. Cardin stood up and finished the rest of his tea. "Besides, when it comes to working, I work all of the time. There are no days off. Especially when you are fighting for a cause."

Katsuki nodded. "Spoken like a real n-" He paused. "By the way, where do you work?"

Cardin produced a grin. "Just any productive genius." He walked to the door that led to his room. He opened the door and pointed at his desk.

"The computer?"

"You got it! I work right here." Cardin took off his blazer and tossed it to the side of his bed. He cracked his knuckles as he took a seat and turned on his computer.

"What is that you do," asked Katsuki.

"A right-wing conservative activist," replied Cardin. "Or to everyone else, a troll."

"A troll?"

"Right. I live in your nearest comment section," he responded pridefully. "I hate, hand out L's, catfish and everything."

Katsuki perched himself next to Cardin as he was gathering information for his daily setup. "So, out of curiosity, when you catfish, do you act like a guy? A sexy guy?"

The blond raised his eyebrow. "Sexy guy?"

Katsuki waved his hands. "I mean, do you act like a handsome guy when trying to catfish a girl."

"Oh! Well, actually, I act like a girl on here to sway guys," he replied. "But I don't swing like that. Just got to hustle to make money." Cardin winked. "And I mean these guys would do or say anything to get something they can never get. I would have to show you sometime. A privilege, one may say!"

Katsuki was interrupted when he received a text. He saw that it was from Mina.

Mina: Yo! Pommy Boy. Spoke to Deku?!

Katsuki: Pommy Boy! Last time I checked I am not some wadded piece of bubblegum. And no I ain't seen him. Am I his keeper?

Mina: Since your under his nuts so much, just wanted to see if you know where he is.

Katsuki: You gon find deez nuts in your mouth if you keep playing.

Mina: Sry, Katsuki. But have you seen Izuku?

Katsuki: No! Haven't seen him since this morning. Gotta go. Busy with nunya business!

Sometime later….

Mina cursed under her breath when seeing that trail going cold. She and the others were standing outside of the dorm as they were in search of a professor. It was getting late in the day and the temperatures were dropping.

"Katsuki hasn't seen him either," said Mina as she blew a raspberry. "And he isn't answering his phone either."

"That's aberrant of him, ribbit," said Tsuyu.

"What should we do," asked Ochako worriedly.

"I wouldn't worry too much," said Kyoka. "We are out of our element and he is probably getting some sleep."

"Know what," interjected Mina. "We do have that informal meeting with Aizawa-sensei and Kayama-sensei tonight." She checked her watch. "It starts in twenty minutes. Let's go and we can see him there."

"I hope he is," said Ochako.

"Of course, you would," said Mina teasingly.

"Stop," she barked. "Just being a friend."

"Izuku and Ochako, sitting in a tree," said Kyoka and Mina melodically. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

"Stop," barked Ochako as she buried her face with her hands.

Once the teasing ceased, the girls headed to their venue. Ochako remained worried. She was praying to God that Izuku was well. To feel meek and timid whenever Izuku was on the subject, she couldn't help how she felt about her crush. The fact that she was surrounded by prettier women didn't help either. She promised herself that she needed to ask Izuku to have some alone time when the opportunity arises. It was getting to the point that confessing her feelings for him was nigh.

I hope you're okay, Izuku!

Back to the present….

Pro Hero Mount Lady or Yuu Takeyama was sitting in her living room when she reached for her cell phone. The moon was at its peak. She opened the patio door to allow the cool air to fill the room. No need for a blanket this evening as the blonde rested on the couch, wearing nothing but her plain t-shirt and her blue cotton panties.

She dialed the phone and waited for an answer. It picked up on the fifth ring. "Evening, Yuu. Are you busy?"

"You love that joke don't you?"

"Never gets old."

Yuu was scratching her stomach as she positioned herself on the couch. "But, jokes aside, Nemuri, we have a problem." She lit a cigarette. "You normally don't call socially at this hour unless a late-night rendezvous involving me with one of your many boyfriends."

"You got the pictures?"

"Clear as day. That neko moves quickly. What's her resume?"

"Blake Belladonna. She's seventeen and a second-year student. The quiet, resilient type. However, outspoken when necessary," said Nemuri.

"Does anyone outside of you know?"

"Just Aizawa-sensei and she is keeping this quiet as well."

"Damn! The opportunity to have fun outside of the jurisdiction and literally the kitten got the cream."

"Well, that cream is going to get snatched. How soon can you get here?"

"A couple of days. Got to get approval from Nezu as well as the agency."

"You're still fooling with Sir Nighteye?"

"A freak, yes! But he pays well. C'mon, Nemuri. We're sluts. So, it costs!"

"It isn't a slut if we are hustling. But, that neko bitch is messing with our prime merchandise." Yuu could hear her curse under her breath. "I groom him and some tuna twat takes him away from us?"

Yuu nodded in agreement. "Schedule a Zoom meeting with the girls tomorrow. I need to think about what we can do."

"On it! Talk to you soon!"

Yuu hung up the phone and rested it on her stomach. She looked at the moon as it was shining greatly into the night. "They always say that there was a thin line between love and skanks! So, Blake! Whoever you are! Want to mess with our Deku? Then game on, bitch! Game on!"

To be continued….