Hey, guys! GOTA, here, with another installment of "A Homestay To Remember." As always, which girl do you ship with Izuku? In this chapter, Blake thinks about her rushed relationship with Izuku. Meanwhile, Glynda goes and visits an old friend. Later, Ruby and Izuku share a friendly moment together.

Team Emerald Rose! {Ruby x Izuku}

Team White Emerald! {Weiss x Izuku}

Team Greenshade! {Blake x Izuku}

Team Golden Emerald! {Yang x Izuku}

It was a few minutes after six in the evening as Blake was finishing getting dressed for their evening outing. Auntie Inko decided to take the girls out to the garden district where they have a restaurant, a movie theatre, and the karaoke bar (a much different one than the day before according to the portly woman).

Usually, the last girl to finish dressing, she looked at the vanity mirror as she applied her black lipstick to it. She wanted sex appeal, which is something the Blake of Beacon wouldn't do. And she was even well-to-do around Adam whenever they were going out. She did a double check in the mirror before departing. She decided to keep it simple - a yellow sundress with a silver necklace. The former was from the box of Inko's skinny clothes. Inko didn't mind it, stating that it looked better on Blake. The latter was from her parents. Attached in her suitcase was another note.

"Dearest Blake,

We know as much studious you are, you want to take breaks. Remember, you are a Belladonna and Belladonnas represent with class in the public eye. We put some jewelry inside so you can look good and feel good. No thanks are necessary. Just have fun, sweetheart!

Love,

Mom and Dad!"

She smiled as she felt complete with her ensemble before stepping out with the other girls. According to Auntie Inko, Izuku could possibly be in the same district as his friends. It gave her a glimmer of hope as she can meet the friends and classmates that he presented to her on Facebook earlier.

Her black bow stood prominent in her hair and even showcased her ears. She even applied earrings to her ears as she was hoping to encounter the cinnamon roll at the drink bar.

All throughout the day, she had contemplating contacting Izuku. Unfortunately, she didn't have his phone number or email address. She would have tried Facebook but didn't want to appear desperate. She felt out of character. The Blake of Beacon wouldn't steadily keep that composure, especially when it comes to a guy. Blake was strictly business at school. Although protective of her closest friends, teammates, and roommates, she was still reserved, overopinionated, and introverted. However, with Izuku, a switch was flipped. Never in her eighteen years did she think interaction with a sixteen-year-old kid could trigger such feelings. Although it has been less than twenty-four hours since they have met, she felt she had known him her entire life.

When they were in bed, she watched him sleep. She watched him try to stay awake before going into slumber. She had questions. What did he like? What were his fears? His dreams? Were their feelings legitimate? Was it all talk? Her estrus began kicking in. Her mother would tell her that when a person she likes makes that spark, she would become easily aroused. Unbeknownst to Izuku, Blake implanted her teeth again in his sleep. Deeper than what she did in the shower. She licked the wounds, allowing the secretion to numb the pain. If Izuku would've felt it, it was no different than a mosquito bite.

Nevertheless, she didn't try. Plus, she didn't want to step out of boundaries. She just hoped when they have time, they can have their proper talk. She hoped if he was at the drink bar, then she can have some private time.

Before she could ponder the what-if's, a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

It was Yang.

"Damn, Blake, get the molasses out of your ass, will you?" Yang was wearing a heavily bleached Grateful Dead t-shirt while tied in a knot. She was sporting tight black spandex pants. Blake whistled at Yang's look, knowing that she was going hunting tonight.

"Damn, Yang. Going to need some repellent for what you are wearing," said Blake as she was giving herself another look in the mirror. Yang shook her head as she walked behind Blake. "Listen, Blakely. You can say Izuku's name three times and he won't be on the scene." She patted her shoulder. "Let's go! Auntie is double-parked and Weiss is outside waiting for us."

Blake began blushing. "How many times do I have to say…"

"Blah, blah, blah," said Yang in a mocking manner. "Let's go before Goodwitch comes back and catches us and finds another reason to confine us with schoolwork."

"Where is Goodwitch anyway?"

Yang explained to Blake that Professor Goodwitch was escorted by Mr. Shield to a hotel downtown. Apparently, Goodwitch is old friends with some of the colleagues at UA High School.

"She mentioned some ladies she mentored from her college days," said Yang before shrugging her shoulders. "Knowing for her, she won't be back until late, giving us some time to have fun," replied Yang.

"She won't notice "Ruby?"

Yang blew a raspberry. "Faunus, please. C'mon, let's go! The restaurant Auntie recommended is doing two-for-one drinks and I am in the mood to be slush." She grabbed Blake's hand. "Let's go and have some fun. Put aside your boy toy and let's have fun."

"Yang!"

"I'm teasing!" She gave a peace sign. "Can Yang tease?" She winked once again. "I am the jokester of the clan."

"Dark sense of humor."

"Fine, let's go!" She stopped. "And besides, if Ruby is out looking for him, then you know he will be there."

"Do you think Ruby might do something to him?"

"Why? Jealous?"

Blake puffed her cheeks. "No!" She, then, maintained her composure. "I mean…"

Yang wrapped her arms around Blake. "Unless Izuku is an edible cookie, then relax. I don't even think Ruby is familiar with romance or at least that wasn't in a book." She took her hand. "Now, get your mind off of your boy toy and think how much tequila you have to watch me drink before my tongue flips like I am speaking Spanish."

Blake began to laugh. "You tend to handle your liquor like a gentleman."

"Faunus, the beauty of being the best of both worlds," said Yang.

"Well, it's a good thing I don't drink and I have Weiss to help you when you pass out," said Blake. "And I will be sure to take good pictures!"

"Sweet!"

Yang tried her best to keep her Cheshire grin to herself. The packages she ordered online were same-day delivery. All she was waiting for the moment of opportunity to use them. However, since Goodwitch is staying with them and Inko being at home, it wasn't going to be easy. Nevertheless, it wasn't Yang's first time to put her out of a sticky situation.

However, it won't be tonight. The restaurant was talking tequilas and Yang Xiao Long doesn't turn down tequilas. She was definitely the mother of Raven Branwen.

Meanwhile….

Glynda instructed David to drop her off at the nearby Ritz-Carlton Hotel. On the surface, she told David that she wanted to meet up with some old friends. As the park went to a complete stop, the blonde professor reached for the mirror where she checked her lip. After applying some red lipstick and puckered a few times, she returned the lipstick in her purse. She turned to the calm American professor. "If I need you, then I will call you within the next hour or so. If not, have a pleasant evening." It wasn't cold or stern, but it wasn't warm or welcoming. It was sharply matter-of-fact.

David didn't answer. His response was by nodding as he unlocked the car door. David was twiddling his thumbs. Despite her cold and icy glare, he couldn't help but try to ask her out for coffee. That was how he had met Melissa's mother.

"Hey, Glynda. If there is any…" He was interrupted by the sound of the car blaring as she opened the door.

"Have a pleasant evening, Mr. Shields." Glynda nodded accordingly before grabbing her purse and walking down the corridor to the hotel. Disappointingly, he gripped the steering wheel in another ill attempt to woo the woman.

"Damn!" He muttered under his breath. He continued watching the professor. His mind awed in her entrancing beauty. Didn't think a woman of her caliber could have a smashing body. Supple ass, slim and creamy legs. On the way to the garden district, he had to rub his leg in order to combat his erection. Knowing he wasn't going to have any success tonight with Goodwitch (or Weiss as her frightening glare to borrow a utensil during breakfast was a rough patch of its own) he decided to head home for the evening. There were files he needed to work on and some files he kept in the confines of his laptop. It's a good thing I've purchased some handi-wipes. God, I am pathetic! Wait a minute! Let me call, Toshinori. He tends to keep himself busy. Wondering if he needs a wingman. David turned up the radio. Pilot's "Magic" was playing. He hummed the tune as he headed out to Toshinori's residence.

There was a dive bar situated in the former catacombs of the Aoyama district in Downtown Musutafu. Surprisingly, the club was named Secrets. The host club was restricted and limited to those with a black club. On the surface, it seemed to be a regular top-of-the-mill, corrugated pachinko club. No one would question it - especially when there are two six-foot security guards that represent Nigeria and the Polynesian islands guarding the joint. Upon entering, Glynda knew she was in good hands. After pressing her fingerprints to the scanner, showcasing her black card, and saying the secret password, she was among the room of the elite.

Pro Heroes, businessmen, doctors, lawyers, professors, entertainers, and the like filled in the speakeasy each and every night. Whatever their hearts and their dollars desire, they name it, they got it.

She approached the bar where she was met a bartender wearing a bowtie and nothing more. Immediately ordered two shots of Wild Turkey on the rocks. Feeling confident that nobody of the Midoriya household would see her, she removed her sunglasses as she sat at the bar.

She came up with an excuse that she was discussing business with old friends to David before he departed for his laboratory. She told him that she will call him if she needed him.

One thing was for certain, it would be a cold day in hell before the Professor would ever touch Glynda.

She thanked the bartender and slipped him a tip by placing it in her mouth. The duo exchanged a kiss before returning to her seat. She took her shots, drinking them both at once. Glynda was a professional when handling her liquor. Back in her early days when she lived in Japan, the bars were her destination following class. She and fellow colleagues would drink until the last call. She was grateful that she had trusting friends that would take her home.

Those were the former days. Now, her life is filled with training potential huntsmen and huntresses to fight a defeating war. As long as people like Cinder Fall and Salem rule the world, there was no point. However, it was her faith in Oum and the steady paycheck from Ozpin that keeps her going.

Her latest appointment wasn't really a social call. At the same time, it wasn't really business. Her friends, in particular, were a part of her former days when she was mentoring at UA High School. Before taking on the position at Beacon Academy, Glynda used to work under Nezu and Shouta Aizawa. It was through Nezu and Shouta where she trained a couple of pupils prior to their days as Pro Heroes. Their skills and techniques were taught by the professor herself.

"A shot of cognac, hold the ice." Glynda kept her face forward. She was familiar with this particular voice. Glynda tapped the table, requesting for another shot of Wild Turkey. She tapped the table again to alert the bartender. "What she is ordering is on my tab. I have another guest accompanying her soon. So thanks." Glynda grabbed a handful of peanuts before placing them in her mouth.

"Didn't think you would ever show yourself back here again," said the woman in question. The blue-haired woman reached for a cigarette lighter. Glynda slid the carton of Mevius to the side. "Thanks, Glynda."

Glynda nodded smoothly. "Don't mention it, Nemuri."

"Hey, hey," said Nemuri calmly. "Pro Hero 18+ Midnight, doll. Don't forget that we aren't at our usual social club. Speaking of which, how were you able to get in?"

Glynda reached into her pocket, showing Nemuri her lifetime membership.

Nemuri smirked. "Quirkless with benefits." She raised the glass before taking her shot. "Sensei!"

The former teacher and pupil clink glasses as they took shots. "Surprise you didn't kiss the bartender," said Glynda.

"You know me, sensei," said Nemuri. "I live by my name. But their faces and their cutes tells me different." Nemuri crossed her legs. "All in all, it's legal."

Glynda nodded. "I thought I would never come back again."

"Sensei, once you get a taste of forbidden nectar, there is no turning back," said Nemuri. "And you have mentioned that to me."

"It was a different part of my life. Before taking on Beacon," said Glynda.

"If you are born with it, it is what it is. No shame. I know I don't," said Nemuri.

Glynda suddenly realized that Nemuri's partner-in-crime was missing. Yuu Takeyama.

"When does Mount Lady come in," asked Glynda.

"She is outside talking with Hawks on the phone," replied Nemuri. "The usual!"

It was met with a chuckle. "Hawks bounces from either Ryukyu or Mount Lady," said Glynda as she proceeded to smoke. "The bastard never changes."

"It isn't easy anymore," said Nemuri as she scanned around in case of prying ears. "Mount Lady has to keep appearances or else, she could face possible trouble. Me, included."

Glynda raised her eyebrow. "So, you're still in the game?"

Nemuri relaxed her body as she adjusted her mask. Glynda couldn't help but admire Nemuri's busts. The kind of busts that men would have wet dreams and would do whatever to be in her grasp. The kind of beauty that it amazed Glynda that she wasn't bisexual. Admittedly, she, Nemuri, and Yuu experimented and fooled around. But, in the end, it was girlish fun.

"I wouldn't call my lifestyle a game," said Nemuri. "Sort of demeans the hard work I put into it. Especially when finding you know what that is 18+." She winked at Glynda. "And knowing for you, my dear mentor, you have come across an itch but having a bit of trouble of scratching that spot."

Glynda hated that Nemuri figured it out. Yet again, it wasn't that hard.

"Information isn't hard but finding them isn't cheap," said Nemuri. "If you want them cute but legal, it is going to cost."

Glynda fixed her lips. "I am not low-budget. Hell, I've taught you the tricks-and-trades, Midnight."

"That you did, Goodwitch-sensei. That you did." Nemuri took another sip of her drink. "What do you want to know?"

Glynda scanned around once more before putting her hands into her bra. She took out a photo, turning it over, and sliding it to Nemuri. "Because of my position, I can't compromise it. But, what I've told you on the phone, I think you know this person. I need the slip."

Earlier that day….

It was Glynda's decision to make David her personal chauffeur for the duration of the trip. As David ventured off to Whole Foods to find palatable items, she had the room to herself. She was the only one alone in the entire apartment. Inko and the girls went shopping at the market. Deciding to play coy about the sickly Ruby, she decided not to investigate their room.

Wanting to finally relax, she removed her symbol of authority- her rubberband to her hair. The river of blonde drifted to her back. She took off her shoes, feeling the sweatiness and the coolness of her feet. The flight was terrible. To think that Spirit Airlines had flights to Japan from Vale and it had to be Professor Port who allocated the resources for her expenses. As much as she wanted to punch the portly man in his gut, she kept her peace. At least she had a getaway for a few weeks and was going to take advantage of it.

She took a step back before opening the windows to allow some air into the room. Of course, she exaggerated about the room being filled with chestnuts but she wasn't sure what kind of boy she was going to meet upon his return.

It mattered not. Her traps were set. She carried bear mace, a mace, a cattle prod, and a taser to keep any perverts at bay. Judging by the portly host mother's taste in food, she couldn't be trusted about the subtleties of her son. If she knew better, he was like every teenage male - horny and failure of judgment.

Glynda sat on the bed. She was reaching for a book that she read on the flight here when she noticed something on the desk. Although she thought she told David to keep everything aligned, it was a slip of a paper standing in the drawer. She made clicking noises on what words she prepared to say to David as she made her way to the desk drawer. Upon seeing the picture, her mouth was agape. As if her breath was sucked away, she bit into her lip. She almost staggered but keep her composure.

She picked up the phone and contacted David.

He answered on the second ring.

"Listen, Glynda. I know you want the ingredients for a Nicoise salad," said David. "I am looking for it."

"No, no! Well, glad you are searching," said Glynda. "I am calling about this picture I've found on the desk."

"Picture?"

"Yes? Who is this child? Emerald-haired colored and with freckles?"

"That is Inko's son, Izuku Midoriya."

"That is the boy that is staying with us."

"I hope it isn't a problem," said David. From the sound in the background, he seemed to be struggling.

"No. It's not a problem. I just didn't know what he looked like and now, I do. Good day."

Glynda hung up the phone. Carrying the picture, she sat back on the bed. She had studied the picture; analyzing every detail about the boy in question His freckled face had soft features that reminded her of milk. His nose was stubby but cute in a way. What captivated Glynda the most was his eyes. His eyes show depthness. It had looked that his eyes can further tell his life story than the boy himself. She had studied his eyes for quite some time.

Urges began to fill her mind as she starting to become aroused by the sight of the emerald-haired child. She felt a tightness coming from her panties. Fearing she was becoming wet, she gently placed her hands over her dress where her sex was located. She unbuttoned her dress and went into her cavern she called her vagina. The fluid she felt with her hand confirmed her arousal.

No! No! I've told myself that I won't be doing this anymore.

Oum, he is so adorable. So delicious!

Why didn't they tell me is that cute?!

Know the feelings are worst because he is so, so kawaii!

She rubbed her legs. She tried constricting the feelings of her sex but the tingling sensations were becoming fiery and rampant.

Eyeing the closet, she rushed to see if the teen had any used or soiled clothing that she can dispose of without having temptation. It was the blessings of the gods that nothing was there. However, seeing the picture was becoming unbearable.

What is it with this boy?! What kind of spell do you do to entice girls to melt over you?

Immediately, she rushed to the desk drawer and closed it. Finding duct tape in the adjacent drawer, she closed the drawer and sealed it tightly. Not wanting to spend time in the bedroom, she went to the living room where she watched television for the remainder of the day.

It still didn't stop her from having lingering thoughts of Izuku.

Back to the present...

Nemuri exchanged her mask with her glasses. Upon inspection of the picture, she nearly lost her breath. "Him?!"

Glynda didn't immediately reply. She nodded. "I couldn't get him out of my head. It took a lot to not get myself off to that cinnamon roll. So beautiful, so tender, so…"

"Glynda! I know him. He is one of my students. I knew you have talked wanting a guy from UA. But I was thinking second-or-third year."

"I don't need perspective, Midnight," interjected Glynda. "What I want to know is can you make it happen?"

Nemuri examined the picture a little longer. Glynda could tell by her expression that she wasn't the only woman who had contemplated forbidden fruit on this particular boy.

"Look, he is of consent. I just want to know if he on that information sheet of possible candidates," said Glynda. "If I remember correctly, don't you and Nezu still have that list of possible candidates?"

Nemuri sighed loudly as she was taking a smoke. "We've tried keeping it lowkey for the second or third years. It is underground and there haven't been any complaints. Most of our suitable candidates are okay with it and all of it was consensual. First years we try not to involve them. Not until they reach their second year."

"Can there be exceptions?"

"I can make a call if you want," said Nemuri. She took another smoke. "Knowing for you, you tend to do a bit of investigating of your own." Nemuri shook her head as she pulled out her cell phone. "I can give you his IP address to track his whereabouts." She gave her mentor a strong look. "But don't make a move until I have a word of approval."

"What if he rejects," questioned Glynda. "Nezu, I mean?"

"What is in the bylaws and regulations are in the bylaws and regulations," said Nemuri. "Don't worry about me, mentor. You've taught me well."

Glynda smirked as she took another sip. "And better!"

Nemuri smiled at herself as she drank with her former mentor and friend. People like us, Glynda, we never change. Damn shotacon! Well, at least he is of consent! When she finishes, I am so, so next!

Meanwhile….

Ruby squatted to the ground while she was waiting on Izuku making a phone call. As she was holding on to his backpack, she couldn't help but gather some whiff from his swim clothes. Ruby held onto the backpack as if it was a child, rubbing it gently through her soft fingertips. Upon finishing the call, Izuku returned to the sidewalk where Ruby was residing.

"Got a friend that is going to pick us up," said Izuku while keeping his face from Ruby.

"Why aren't we taking a cab or a bus to the restaurant," asked Ruby in a childish manner. Izuku didn't turn. However, he noticed that she was wearing his pajama top like a jacket. He tried not paying attention, citing it to the idiosyncrasies of a Valian.

Izuku reached for his wallet, showing the nothingness (with the exception of a flying moth) within. He shook his frustratingly. "Probably my dear old friend, Kacchan, could have played the possible role of that."

"The one that said 'Katsuki's in the cut. It's a scary sight' and 'you were going to be cooked food,'" asked Ruby.

"Yep! Lord Explosion Number Nine," said Izuku. "It doesn't matter anyway. I'm used to it."

Ruby nodded. "Very crummy for a friend to do things like that," she said to him. "Back in Vale, I had my fair share of issues. Especially when trying to fit in with others."

"I can relate, Ruby," said Izuku while sighing. "To think I try so hard to keep a friendship with a person who couldn't give two blanks if I were to live or to die."

"Then, why stay friends with him?"

He turned to Ruby. "You know? I don't know. No one really gave me that kind of thought before." He looked to the ground. He saw a couple of pebbles and began tossing them. "In our environment, childhood friends are normalcy. The ones that grow up with you. Your brothers, your sisters. Expectations come with the territory from others." He took another sigh. "Even if that particular friend can be an asshole."

"Have you told your parents about it?"

"Wouldn't do any good. My mother is friends with his mother," said Izuku. "Auntie Mitsuki. That's Kacchan's mother, by the way, sees it as an opportunity to toughen me up for the world out there."

Ruby grabbed her fist. She didn't think that was right about the logic of that kind of friendship. She saw that in her Beacon days when Jaune Arc had to have a friendship with Cardin Winchester in order to not have his secret sabotage.

"That is an unfair way of viewing things, Izuku." She nodded her head in disagreement. "That is not right. A friend is a friend that is loving, trusting, loyal, and overall protective. That is my role with my teammates. A hard role to get into, but I would be damn if I see others treat my friends as so."

"Oh, it is known but nothing is being done - the hammer and the nail effect," said Izuku. "The nail that stands out tends to get hammered down. Even if someone finds it wrong but if it isn't of the majority, they tend to keep quiet." He turned to her in a calm manner. "Listen, Ruby. Where I am from, this dominance of power and aggression is normal. Stepping on the necks of others to get on top, it's real. Check it out in the manga and the animes. Where I am from, being kind and sincere don't get you anywhere but a ride to Bullytown. And those who stand up gets targeted." He let out a small burst of laughter. "Look at me explaining this to a stranger. Maybe because it feels good to talk to an outsider. Someone that doesn't follow the notions of the majority but takes the road less traveled."

"But I am not a stranger."

Ruby took Izuku's hand. Izuku turned away but he can find the compassion from the sincerity of her touch. "We're roommates. We call each other by our first names. I know this is too fast but I do find you wonderful."

"You don't even know me, Ruby," said Izuku. "What makes you think I am a nice boy."

She blinked a few times. "I don't! You're right. We just met. But I do know one thing - and that is with a person's aura. I can sense the good in you. I can sense that you are an awesome boy." She gripped his hand tightly. "Earlier today, Blake defended you heavily about the incident with Weiss."

"She did?"

"Yeah! Even me and Yang put our two cents in. We were giving you the benefit of the doubt." She took a sharp breath. "Now, does that sound like typical behavior with being a victim of circumstances?"

"No! No, it doesn't."

"You're right about not knowing you," said Ruby. "You don't know me either. But I can tell that we are going to get along. If anything my sister Yang tells me, it is two things. One, never wear put your undies inside out to conserve water. Two, if plan A doesn't work out, there are twenty-five other plans to figure out." Ruby stood up. "Izuku, I know you are a cool person. I bet you are awesome. And that is why I want to go out with you - to hang, of course!"

Izuku took a moment to observe her. Her friendly demeanor. Her smile. Her gentle and candid nature sort of reminded him of his mother.

"Sounds like Yang knows an ace or two about life," said Izuku as he stood up to the ground.

"She is the daughter of one of our foes for nothing," said Ruby.

"Wait? You and Yang are…"

"Half-sisters. My mother is no longer part of the living."

"Oh, sorry to hear that."

"It's fine. Thanks for apologizing, friend!" Ruby extended her hand to Izuku. He nodded as he returned her handshake. "A stranger is only a friend that you have yet to know."

Their conversation was interrupted when the sound of Electronica music was coming from the Honda Accord heading for their direction. From Izuku's view, strobe lights were dancing in the vehicle. Pink neon lights were coming from under the car. Upon coming closer, Mysterious Girlfriend X's Mikoto Urabe was designed on the hood of the car.

Ruby raised her eyebrow when seeing the vehicle in question. "Who is the person with the untz, untz, untz music, Izuku?"

"A good classmate of mine. She is a cool girl," answered Izuku. "Plus, our free ride to the restaurant."

The window was lowered down. As Izuku walked closer, he could see that the outfit she was sporting definitely didn't fit the guidelines of Uber or Lyft or any share riding services. She was wearing a short blue jean skirt that was well above her knees. From his position, he could spot her brown leopard skin panties. She was wearing a tight black heavily bleached Misfit t-shirt. She was sporting neon-colored bracelets.

UA's eye candy. The party girl of Musutafu. Hitoshi Shinsou.

"'Sup, Deku baby?!" Hitoshi reached for a piece of candy. It was a sucker that she slowly wrapped her tongue around it. "Need an Uber? Or a Lyft?"

It was met with a chuckle. "Whichever can take us to our destination."

Izuku was fortunate that he didn't see the smoke looming from Ruby's eyes and ears. However, he did feel the tightness of her arms around his.

Who in the hell is the skank?

"Who in the hell is the skank?" Glynda glared at the party car a few feet away from her line of sight. Thanks to Nemuri and their access to their circle, she procured a vehicle to pursue Izuku. His IP address last spotted him at the community center. Along with him was the so-called sickly Ruby Rose.

Damn! I was "this" close of snatching Izuku and Ruby. Now, I have to play Cool Hand Luke and see their next move.

Glynda's thoughts were interrupted when hearing her phone ring. She saw that it was Nemuri. She immediately picked it up.

"What's the word," said Glynda.

"Guess who has been admitted to the program provisionally," replied Nemuri in an alluring manner. "However, because of your position as the adjunct, I must supervise."

"That is fine. The more the merrier," said Glynda. "But we have a tail. Didn't expect the cinnamon roll to have company."

"Never you mind," said Nemuri. "Tend to Izuku and we can take care of the rest. All we are waiting for is the word and where we can accommodate through scaffolding."

Glynda hung up the phone. She saw Izuku and Ruby enter the party car. Waiting for a few seconds after they depart, she proceeded to tail the vehicle.

I thought I can kick the habit. But I am a fiend. A fiend that is fiending for her fix!

To be continued….

BD: Why do I have a feeling that this series is longer than what I've thought?

GOTA: There is so much potential for growth. Plus, I don't want to rush Ruby's. I feel it can grow more than just sex.

BD: I understand. It's now your story. I just check it over.

GOTA: Thank you, babe! I can see it growing larger than what it should be.

BD: Just stay on task. Stay tuned for more!

GOTA: That's my line! Stay tuned for more!