Hey, guys! GOTA, here, with another installment of "A Homestay To Remember." As always, which girl do you ship with Izuku? In this chapter, an old rivalry ignites with Goodwitch and Tatsuma. Meanwhile, Katsuki is still angry with Izuku and has vowed revenge. Later, Izuku receives a message from Blake.

A/N: This is a bit of a slow read and sophomoric for my taste. However, if you know me and BD's works, then you know it will be worth it. Enjoy!

Team Emerald Rose! {Ruby x Izuku}

Team White Emerald! {Weiss x Izuku}

Team Greenshade! {Blake x Izuku}

Team Golden Emerald! {Yang x Izuku}

Silence filled the parking garage as the girls were standing in a circle behind the parked van. Nemuri kept her calmness while sitting on the bumper while smoking the cigarettes she swiped from Glynda. She was running low on funds and has already exhausted her line of credit after either running the pachinko slots or going to the various host clubs to have her fun. She already could tell that having Ryuko and Glynda together was like God and Satan playing football together. Bloodshed was lying in its wake. However, it wasn't her decision but from the headmaster himself.

The blonde #10 Pro Hero kept her stance. Such beauty and charm that can ensnare a man into her honeypot and leave them broke and empty to their wives and their bank examiners. To think she has an agency where she can train Pro Heroes nationally and internationally but still can't get away from her cravings to younger boys. Glynda didn't have any room to talk for she wouldn't be here. If she would have known that Ryuko was going to be in their little soiree, then she would have found alternatives for her urges.

"Didn't think Old Man Ozpin would have released you." Ryuko dropped her cigarette and rubbing it to the ground in a harsh manner. "What happened? Were your walls closing in or expanding outward?"

Glynda wasn't moved. In fact, she kept the very smirk when seeing the succubus. "Wow, Tatsuma! Low blows!" She made slow, sharp claps. "Low blows! Quite impressed that you aim for the kill." Glynda kept her arms folded. "Ozpin is doing well. I can't complain about him. At least I can keep a man. Your men run through you quicker than Trump's staff at the White House."

Yuu covered her mouth. Mount Lady knew that her former mentor would never back down a challenge. She pressed her back against the van. Nemuri and Yuu laid eyes with each other. They both knew not to interfere. This is a battle between women. For now, they were staying in their place.

It wasn't to anyone's surprise of the rivalry between Glynda Goodwitch and Ryuko Tatsuma. Despite being a few years apart, Ryuko was very wise in her years to be in the same stance as Goodwitch. Prior to Tatsuma running the Ryukyu Agency, she and Goodwitch were colleagues during their days at UA High School. Under the tutelage of Nezu, the women were taught their skills in becoming successful in their careers. Not only was it to become prospective Pro Heroes and huntresses respectively, but it also served as an undercurrent on where they are at this current juncture. What easily started as friendly bantering between girls turned into a full-fledge rivalry.

There was an incident that occurred that severed any friendly ties between the women.

Even today, Yuu and Nemuri aren't sure what caused the women to despise each other. So, they knew when they were involved with each other, be prepared for words and fists. In not at the particular order.

Tatsuma nodded, showing a cascading grin onto her face. She brushed her hair with her fingers. Each time, she let out a tiny cackle. "Keeping up with politics! Bravo! Kudos!" She then proceeded to give a slow clap. "Didn't think you can have a mouth like that! Surprised it can leave a spicy tint after having your mouth piped with cum all the time."

Glynda tapped her foot. "Oh! Ryukyu has jokes. Ok, let's talk jokes!" She had a Cheshire cat grin on her blushing face. "Did you know that you and the corporation KFC have something in common?"

"And what is that, Goodwitch?!"

"When the breasts and the legs are done, all is left is just a greasy box."

Nemuri covered her mouth. Her eyes were wide as saucers. Yuu was nodding her head in shock with her mouth agape.

"A bit childish, I may say, Goodwitch," said Tatsuma while biting her lips. "At least I have a corporation. At least my job can afford me to go to places than Budget Air." She clapped her hands. "You didn't think Professor Port will give me the scoop? Amazing what the sucker can do for a bag of used panties."

"..." Glynda didn't expect that underblow. She didn't even think that Port and Tatsuma were under the same circles. She scoffed under her breath, the fallacy of continued connections between Beacon Academy and UA High.

Ryuko's eyebrows were raised. Seizing the moment, she raised her hand to her ear as she was waiting for a response. "What happened, Goodwitch? Stepped on a nerve? Cat got your tongue?"

Glynda nodded in disagreement. "No, that wasn't it. I was distracted. I just couldn't get the thought out of my mind of when your poor, piteous, desperate father was trying to put his dick inside of your defenseless pet lizard of a mother."

Now, it was time for the proteges to intervene. Yuu stepped in the middle of the dueling women. "Okay, ladies! I know you guys have a history but don't let it distraught us from our main objective - the cinnamon roll."

Glynda pointed at Tatsuma. "That bitch started it."

"Ooh," said Tatsuma teasingly. "You would think, Professor, that you of all people can find better verbiage than that."

"How's this for verbiage, Ryukyu," barked Glynda. "Fu-"

Nemuri stepped in to intervene.

"Sensei! Tatsuma!" The masked temptress folded her arms. "Put your history aside and concentrate on the goal. We knew it wasn't going to be easy having you two together but what's done is done. But, Goodwitch, you need us and Tatsuma has the resources to help us find Izuku. Until then, let bygones be bygones."

Sparks of electricity were flying between the women. Their eyes never left their sight. Ryuko continued carrying her smirk while Glynda continued gripping her fist.

"Well, Goodwitch," said Ryuko with her bedeviling smirk. "Aren't you going to let bygones be bygones?"

Glynda squeezed her eyes shut. If she had any ounce of pride left, she wasn't going to waste it on the blonde reptilian. If was for having her rendezvous with Izuku. Glynda lessened the grip of her fist. "All right." Her voice was stern but wasn't cold. However, the others knew that there was frustration in her voice.

In case of not furthering the awkwardness, Mount Lady walked back to the van. She coughed to get the other's attention. "So, anyway! Glynda, sensei? Nezu approved to implement Izuku Midoriya into the program." She turned to Nemuri. "As Midnight informed you earlier, you couldn't act on this alone without being monitored by one of the staff members on board."

"Staff members," retorted Ryuko as she checked her makeup. "As in members of the board? A position where one is implemented in place? Not adjuncts?"

Nemuri kept her grip on Glynda's tense shoulders, trying whatever possible from to prevent crime in the making.

Yuu nodded to get the return of her attention. "Anyway, Nemuri and I are part of the committee whereas Ryuko, here, is a chairwoman of the board." She showed the van. "The van here is a Landrock Van 150. If I remember correctly, sensei, were you familiar with this type of vehicle back in your fellowship days in Chicago?"

Glynda never liked being reminded of her days in Chicago. She kept telling herself that she was only there to visit friends. Deep down in her soul, it was a lie. Nezu and Aizawa wanted to be sure that she was committed to their cause. It was there where she partook in tasting forbidden nectar during her initiation. "Certainly, Mount Lady. Back when we did surveillance."

"So, you are familiar. Anyway, now that we have a partnership with the Blume Corporation, we are able to use their ctOS database in order to track down our subjects," said Yuu.

"Exactly! The ctOS is a very complex interconnection of electronic systems, such as computer servers, sensors, and databases, that interact to manage the city-wide infrastructure," said Glynda. "We initially were going to use it in Chicago as a demo before bringing it back to Japan but we weren't able to be approved at the time."

"Somebody has been looking at Wikipedia," said Ryuko under her breath. The girls didn't pay it any mind while Yuu and Glynda continued their conversation.

"After successfully testing the product with our second trials in Chicago, we successfully implemented it throughout various prefectures in Japan. Or at least prefectures that allow us access for our potential UA prospects," said Yuu. "Although you are acutely aware of our program in UA, we have expanded it through various backchannels. Nevertheless, Midnight, Ryukyu, and I are responsible for the UA division." She extended her hand to Ryuko. "And she is our specialist for operating the system."

"I think this is where I step in." Ryuko tapped her shoes as she made her way to the van. She made a glance at Goodwitch before opening the doors. Upon opening, Glynda's mouth went agape when seeing the appearance of the inside of the van. It was state-of-the-art: multiple computer screens, sonar equipment, FBI descramblers, comfortable seating for four with two at each end. In the eyes of a computer analyst or even a computer nerd, this was a dream. This van was Central Command.

"The van is equipped with the latest technology known to man," explained Ryuko as she stepped inside. "Thanks to Blume and the use of the ctOS database, we are able to track down any boy or girl within the confines of the prefecture and beyond." She got to the keyboard where she showcased the ctOS' capabilities. "Security cameras, lights and traffic lights, cell phones, vehicles, the electric grid of Musutafu. You name it, we got it!"

"So, thanks to having permission from Nezu to allow Ryukyu to join us for using the ctOS, we will be able to find Izuku in a matter of seconds," said Nemuri. Adjusting her mask, she turned to Ryuko. "Ryuko, can you track down Izuku's latest whereabouts?"

"I mentioned to you that his IP address is disconnected," said Glynda.

"That is fine," replied Nemuri. "I remember you saying that he had company. Izuku wasn't alone. Who was he traveling with?"

"I don't know the girl that was driving," answered Goodwitch. "However, he was traveling with one of my students. Her name is Ruby Rose."

Nemuri snapped her fingers. "Great! Do you have access to an account? A phone number?"

Before Glynda could answer, she turned to see Ryuko releasing a haughty cackle from her lips. "And done," said Ryuko as she clicked the enter button on the keyboard. "All I needed to do was type in Ruby Rose. From what I am seeing, her Instagram tracked her here in this prefecture." Ryuko continued typing onto the keyboard. From the screen, it was showing various maps, tracking people from place to place. The moment Glynda saw the ctOS showing a picture of Ruby's face from the security footage in the backseat, her mouth went agape.

"My God," cried Glynda.

"Came a long way from the primitive system you knew about, you, Luddite," said Ryuko. "If vehicles have camera access, then we are able to check it out." Ryuko showed the girls the camera. It was there that they can see Izuku, Ruby, and the other woman in question. Ryuko used her keyboard to scan the picture of the driver in question. It wasn't even a second before they were able to identify the driver. "Hitoshi Shinsou." Ryuko raised her eyebrow. "She is one of our students, Midnight and Mount Lady."

"She sure is," replied Midnight surprisingly. "She is an upperclassman. In Class 3-C!"

"Let's see her profile," said Ryuko. "She is running a Lyft/Uber business under a false identity as she knows that it is against school rules and regulations for any UA student to have a job. Her driver's license and business ordinance license are also phonies. And she has a few misdemeanors for excessive speeding that were thrown out of court. Any records that were expunged were blacked out."

"Nevermind that," said Glynda. "What is their destination?"

"Let's tune in and see what they are planning." Ryuko used her keyboard to get into connection with Hitoshi's vehicle.

"Dude, I didn't know that the carnival was in town! Let's go to it!"

"I don't have much money in my account. I am using my debit card to pay for me and Ruby to go eat at the restaurant."

"Dude, it's not every day to have a carnival at the islands by the garden district. It must be a special occasion. If I pay for you and Ruby, can we go? Can we? Can we?"

"Don't you have customers tonight?"

"Everything else can wait. No way am I turning down a carnival. Corn dogs, sukiyaki, fried octopus, funnel cakes, wacky mirrors, kissing booths."

"I don't know. It is kinda late. I don't want my mom to worry."

"Izuku, it is a few minutes before ten. If we go for a bit, I promise to have you home before twelve. Please?! I promise that you guys will have a great time and all of the treats are on me. Besides, I don't like going alone."

"The carnival near the garden district. On Sophia Island," said Nemuri. She checked her watch. "That is thirty-minute drive if we were to take the toll expressway."

"And that is where we will be heading," said Ryuko with absolute certainty. "All right, ladies, let's commence our strategies." Ryuko reached for her headsets as she began typing information on the computer. Yuu walked to the driver's seat as she prepared to drive.

"Coming, Goodwitch," asked Nemuri as she sat across from Ryuko in the back.

Glynda nodded as she positioned herself in the front passenger seat beside Yuu.

Yuu turned on the radio. CKY's "'96 Quite Bitter Beings" began to play. Yuu bobbed her head to the beat as she shifted the gear to drive.

As Glynda was buckling her seatbelt, she felt a black plastic bag on her lap.

"This is our getup for our surveillance," said Nemuri as she began to take off her clothes. "Although the objective is to do our little 'snatch and grab,' we need to do it swiftly without being seen."

Yuu decided to speak next. "In other words, incognito!"

Ryuko and Nemuri were changing clothes to wear their getup. Glynda decided to do so as well. Glynda opened the plastic bag to see her gear - a black jogging suit and a black ski mask. Although basic and primitive for her taste, nevertheless, this would have to do. Plus, she needed to conserve her beauty for her cinnamon roll buffet.

While Glynda was unzipping her blouse, she turned to see Nemuri and Ryuko's gear was a huge contrast than hers. The girls were sporting black spandex with actually store brand labels on them. Their masks came equipped with night vision goggles.

"What in the hell," said Glynda.

Nemuri turned to her former teacher. "What's the matter, sensei?!"

Glynda puffed her cheeks. "How in the hell do you guys can dress like Mission Impossible and it looks like I am starring in a Kevin Hart movie?" She showed her outfit. "You guys look professional! This is nothing more than a Wal-Mart jumpsuit and a church sock with holes in it."

"Sorry, Sensei," replied Yuu. "We didn't expect you to come and this was already in the budget. Forgive us."

"I am not sorry," interjected Ryuko. "By now, you should be used to budget. Be glad you have the privilege to be here to help you. Now, relax, get comfy, and please, set the hell up."

"Oh, I am sorry. Didn't know you were speaking to me," retorted Goodwitch. "Because I am not…"

"Enough," said Nemuri. "Deku now, bitch later. Jesus! To think we are younger than you guys and you're acting like children."

Glynda turned back to her seat. Swallowing what was remaining of her pride, she pulled down her skirt as she proceeded to put on her outfit. "Talking about I am old," she said under her breath. "Before you guys could break walnuts, it was me that taught you."

"Shut your athlete's feet face ass up." Ryuko cackled quietly while keeping her eyes on Glynda. Glynda kept her face to the windshield. She tried getting her mind back to her objective. This was for Izuku.

The move was on and the girls were on the prowl. They were now minutes away from having their cinnamon roll on the menu.

Meanwhile….

Katsuki was sitting on the couch playing with a Rubix cube while he was watching his parents prepare for the upcoming carnival. Every year without fail, his father Masaru Bakugo runs a charity fashion show where he uses proceeds to help with the less fortunate citizens of Musutafu. A noble cost and a great tax write off according to the mother of Katsuki. Masaru was ripping and running through the living room of their small trailer while he grabbing blueprints and fabrics to give to his assistants.

"Oh God," cried Masaru while he was trying to gather everything with his hands. "I have to be sure that outfit matches with the other. I hope that Keiko talked with Mutulu about getting the Nigerian theme outfits with the Tibetian theme."

"Relax, sweetheart." It was Mitsuki that was speaking. "Things are going to be fine. You need to loosen up."

The brunet gentleman tried to keep his grip. However, he continued fumbling with his stuff. "You say that, honey. But I am deep in the trenches. At least your job is easy."

Mitsuki raised her eyebrow to her husband's reply. "My job...is...what?"

Masaru nodded apologetically. "Forgive me, sweetie. Didn't know I was giving you the tone."

"You're forgiven. You can make it up to me tonight when we go to sleep."

"Yes, dear!"

Mitsuki Bakugo returned to her position in front of the vanity mirror. She was sporting a skin-tight red skirt that was strapless and straight about her knees. While applying red lipstick, Kevin Gates' "One Thing" was playing in the background. Mitsuki always loved having music to prepare herself before heading to work. She loved making people happy. She enjoyed seeing herself serving others, knowing the goodwill of helping people. And she was certain that she was going to make people happy on this night.

One thing I really love is making love to the pussy.

One thing I really love is making love to the pussy.

One thing I really love is making love to the pussy.

One thing I really love is making love to the pussy.

I go to war with God behind you

The teen looked in aggravation to see his mother reciting and shaking her butt to modern R&B music. Mitsuki was puckering her lips together. She wanted to look as sexy as possible. This year, she and the Wild, Wild Pussycats were in charge of the charity benefit by having a kissing booth. Mitsuki didn't mind contributing with the Wild, Wild Pussycats as they were donating to the same cause for her husband.

For the husband-and-wife, this was going to be a night to remember.

Katsuki's head was against the wall behind the couch. The Rubix cube wasn't going anywhere. He held onto the object as he was actually using it as a stress grip. Within the blond's mind, he was incandescent with rage. Sweat was evacuating his pores.

His thoughts were still fuming from the incident at the swimming pool with Izuku.

"What were those words you said to me, you baka?!"

"Say it one more time! Please, Izuku! I want you to. I want you to say from your slothful lips as you can taste the blood from your still pumping veins!"

"C 'mon, you bitch! C 'mon, you fucking pussy. If you said it the first time, then say it again!"

"C 'mon, you fatherless bastard! The son of a cheating mother! C'mon, you little pussy! Say it to my face!"

" I've said that the only thing that is pussy about me is my contact list. And last time I remember, your mother, Mitsuki, was somewhere in there. Let me think...let me think...now I remember. Under the category, "Hot and Ready!"

He had white knuckles from clenching his fist too hard and gritted teeth from the effort to remain silent. Katsuki's still form exuded an animosity that was like acid - burning, slicing, potent. Smoke was appearing from the couch as it showed evidence of his raging anger. His creamy face was suppressed with rage, knowing when he sees Deku, it was an attack on sight.

Katsuki's (possibly) homicidal thoughts dissipated when he saw his mother began dancing seductively in front of the mirror. "Oi, you baka," he barked at his mother. "I know I may not be the greatest influence, but do you think it is appropriate to dance this dirty and listening to this kind of music in front of your child?!"

His mother stopped. Her red eyes were focusing on her disgruntled child. Instead of the usual fist to the head, she let out a smirk. "Aww, poor Kacchan baby. I know it is hard to have an attractive mother. Would you like a hug to make you feel better?"

Katsuki's arms folded. He turned away while kicking the back of the couch. Seeing her son's current plight, she lowered the volume on the radio to give him her full, undivided attention. "All right, son, you have my attention. What's the matter?"

Katsuki didn't answer. Mitsuki began to notice his panting and clenched fists. It didn't take a genius to make a guess on what happened earlier. Earlier when calling Katsuki to come to meet them at the carnival, his tone was condescending and negative. He was pouting all day and didn't leave his room. It had to take her husband to get him out of the room to the living room. She watched as he set the last five hours on the couch. His eyes were narrow. His fists were clenched. "Deku" and "Izuku" were murmuring under his breath.

Mitsuki was cautious as she sat beside her son. More so for the acid than his current attitude. "Sweetheart, I am not worried about what Icchan said earlier. Compared to the words that you've said to him in the past, this is quite minute."

"The bastard had the nerve to talk about you. I don't go in with his fat ass mama."

This time, Katsuki was met with a hit to the head with her fist. "Watch your language, baka! That's your Auntie and you need to show her some respect."

"Deku didn't," exclaimed Katsuki while holding onto his throbbing head pain.

"But, you've started it," said Mitsuki. "And it seemed that he had finished it." She took a breath. "Icchan isn't the type of person to start fights. You're my son and the curd of my loins. So, I know when you get into stuff and when you come back huffing and puffing, your feelings get hurt because you lost." Mitsuki put her hand on her hips. "Honestly, I can't even get upset about what Izuku said to me. I know he didn't mean it. I can get over it. Besides, about time he develops a backbone. I've been waiting on that like when you can come to terms about yourself."

"What are you talking about," questioned Katsuki.

"Nothing! More so for myself and your father," interjected Mitsuki. "Anyway, take this as a loss and move on."

Masaru returned out from the bedroom while still fumbling with his materials. "Hey, sweetheart! The golf cart is here to escort us to the municipal auditorium." Mitsuki nodded in agreement as she stood up from the couch. She turned to her wayward son. "This won't be the last of our talks. Are you going to go to the carnival to help Reiko's cousin for the coin toss?"

By this time, Katsuki had his shirt to cover his mouth. His eyes were darting at his mother. Although he didn't speak, he nodded in agreement.

"Reiko's cousin told me to tell you to don't forget to bring cooking spray with you," said Mitsuki as she gathered her items. "He said that he doesn't want the competition to be easy."

Katsuki nodded to his mother.

Masaru bowed to his son before departing. Mitsuki reached to peck him on the cheek before heading out of the trailer. "Kacchan, sweetie. Cheer up and wise up! Love you!"

He dropped his head. "Love you, too, Mama."

"Be a good boy," she said before she closed the door.

Katsuki was now alone. Alone in the trailer. Alone with his thoughts. Alone with the remaining brewing anger on what Izuku did to him. Every word stung only fueling the fire that burned inside of him. Every violated phrase was like gasoline to it, his fists began to clench and his jaw rooted. As if the final mento had been added to the coke inside of him, he wanted to explode in anger. The blonde swung his fist into the air.

Damn it, Deku! The nerve of your ass to make me look foolish! Just because you have girls at your house doesn't make you better than me! Why God? Why let this bastard win? I am the king and he is just some poor, defenseless pauper. He is probably laughing at me. He thinks he has won. The asshole. You win this round, Deku. You win this fucking round. But please believe, I will break you. I will see you fall. I want to see your cute smile fade away. I will find a way to make you break. Or my name isn't Katsuki Bakugo.

The teen paused for a moment. "Why have I felt I've said this before?" Before Katsuki could think of the tedious familiarity, his phone rang. He saw that it was Eijiro. The teen answered it on the second right.

"Hello," said Katsuki.

"Hey, Bakugo," said Eijiro. "What's up? I haven't heard from you since the pool. I wanted to see if you are okay."

"What do you think," questioned Katsuki. "But that is the least of my problem. Where are you?"

"Me and the gang are leaving the drink bar and heading to the islands."

"Great! I'm here! Can you come and meet me by the Ferris wheel when you get here."

"Katsuki, that tone of voice. What are you up to?"

"Don't you worry about it. Just know that we need to talk." Katsuki hung up before tossing the phone to the couch. He went to the Alexa on the counter. "Alexa, play my revenge music mixtape." Upon making the request, Chief Keef's "I Don't Like" began playing. Katsuki produced his trademark sinister grin as he up the tuneage. The blonde began reciting the lyrics.

A fuck Deku, that's that shit I don't like

A snitch Deku, that's that shit I don't like, nah

A bitch Deku, that's that shit I don't like, nah

Sneak dissers, that's that shit I don't like

Don't like, like, don't like, like

A snitch Deku, that's that shit I don't like, nah

Don't like, like, don't like, like

A bitch Deku, that's that shit I don't like, nah

Meanwhile….

Too cheap for valet, or the fact that she only had two dollars in her pocket, as she didn't believe in carrying large amounts of money, Hitoshi took the self-parking entrance. She parked in a spot a few rows away. She turned off her car engine. She looked at her cell phone, seeing that it was a few minutes after 10:00. Reaching for the cinnamon-wasabi flavored gum, she turned to Izuku and Ruby.

"All right, dude and dudette, let's have fun," said Hitoshi. She opened the car door as she was stepping out of the vehicle. The teen reached for her compact and placed it on the top of the car. She combed her hair, sprayed perfume, and gave herself a breath check. She looked at the others. "You never know what you are going to meet or see." She puckered her lips.

Ruby frowned, praying that she was making an example or else she would have to make an example. She hoped that her vitamins will kick in eventually.

"As I've said, everything is me, kids," said Hitoshi as she was becoming more happy-go-lucky. "This is so exciting."

Izuku was laughing, glad to see that Hitoshi was in a good mood. He, then, turned to Ruby. "Hey, Ruby. I know this wasn't what we had planned. Sorry."

Ruby nodded in disagreement. "No, it's okay! You wanted to give everyone an opportunity. I understood."

"If you want, we can share funnel cakes," said Izuku.

"Deal," replied Ruby. "And Izuku?"

"Yeah?"

"I can see that you are talking to me directly," said Ruby.

"I don't know. Maybe I am getting comfortable," said Izuku.

Their brief moment was interrupted when feeling the arms of Hitoshi wrapping around them. She began snickering. "Sorry, kids. I didn't want to be out of the moment." She pointed to the sign that led them to the carnival. "Shall we go?"

"Hey, Hitoshi," said Izuku. "Just in case we go on the water slide, let me get my poncho."

Hitoshi unlocked the vehicle. Izuku told Ruby and Hitoshi to give him a moment while they were waiting by the sign. Izuku walked back to the car and opened the door. While he was inside, he reached for his cell phone.

Blake added him as a friend on Facebook. She even left him a message.

"I know it feels that I am rushing things, Izuku. I am not really even the rushing kind. I know it has been nearly two days but I have felt I've known you my entire life. I never felt this way with a boy before and I just don't know what to do. But what I do know is that I care about you, Izuku Midoriya. The next time we can get together, let's go someplace alone. I like you. Hope you can reply.

XOXO,

BB"

"Deku baby, did you find it," asked Hitoshi in the background.

"Yeah," answered Izuku. He grabbed his poncho and closed the door to return to Hitoshi and Ruby.

"I feel the same away about you, too, Blake! The next time we are alone, let's go someplace.

~ IM"

To be continued….

The message tone was the only thing making noise as Blake sat on the toilet in the restroom stall at the Mexican restaurant. As she was looking at the blip, she worried about what kind of response would she receive. It had barely been a couple of days since her arrival to Japan and she wanted to give him a great impression. It was one thing Blake was concerned at the moment: making the first impression (the first move). Her father once told her that 'first impressions mean everything. How you present yourself on the first go-around will impact the rest of your career.'

Uncertain on how true it could be, why take a chance? Nevertheless, she went for it as she clicked on the message.

"He accepted my friend request and he said yes!"

BD: You are definitely impressing me with this, GOTA!

GOTA: You are the inspiration, BD. Just taking it a step further.

BD: Goodwitch and her gang, now Katsuki? All for Izuku?

GOTA: It isn't called 'A Homestay to Remember' for nothing. Nevertheless, I do plan to add sex scenes soon. I just want to do something different.

BD: Your story, princess!

GOTA: Stay tuned for more! Strive and prosper! Thanks for reading!