Every Saturday, Nemuri Kayama swept her balcony wanting to get a glance of Izuku Midoriya whenever he passed by the complex. Between the hours of one and three in the afternoon, Izuku would take the route through her apartment complex on his way to visit Shouto or go to the comic book store to collect action figures, comics, or purchase a new video game. The same bright-eyed look, the genuine smile, listening to his headphones and making his way to and from his destination. She held onto the broom, envying the items that he was holding. Envying the headphones for whoever's voice is filling his brain. If Izuku was an instrument, he would be a piano. A melodic tune that she can play, sliding her hands on the black and white keys of the ivories.
This Saturday was no exception.
She shied away, hiding behind her fitness bike that was collecting dust. Why in the world was she so shy of Izuku? As a teacher of the UA Academy, the boys would melt like putty on her soft, well-manicured hands. Students like Mashirao or Nirengeki would go to their beck-and-call for this woman.
She was the school flirt, the playgirl woman of the town. Guys would appreciate the privilege of seeing a glance or inhaling her scent, be as it were pleasant or horrid.
But the emerald-haired child? What made Izuku different than all of the other boys?
"Maybe because he is genuine, pure, and doesn't like sluts like you."
Nemuri lowered her eyebrows. She recognized the unsavory voice from anywhere. She turned around into her studio apartment. A predator was sitting on her couch, peeling her only orange that she was going to eat for later. The pain in her anus had her feet on her couch, drinking her soda as if she lived there. Let alone having entry to her apartment.
She rubbed her temple with her fingers. "I am going to kick the supe's ass for allowing anybody to come into my home."
The blonde dropped the orange peel on the floor, tossing a slice to Nemuri. She caught it with her fighting hand. "Damn you, Yu! Coming to my home and acting like you run the place. Don't you have anywhere else to be a bitch?"
Yu Takeyama, or Mount Lady ignored her. She took a bite of the orange. She cringed at the bittersweet taste. "Girl, you need to buy orange when they are not on sale." She looked at her wristwatch. "Oh, and that won't be until four o'clock when and where I can be a bitch." She kicked the chair to Nemuri's direction. Not in a mood to fight, she ate the orange and took a seat.
"So, what reason are you here today," asked Nemuri annoyingly.
Yu raised her eyebrow mischievously. "What? Can I spend the day with my bestest friend of the whole world?" It sounded sincere. Nemuri knew the vain blonde had an ace up her sleeve. Something was in the works of the blonde superhero.
"Unless their names are Benjamin, Abe, George, Andrew, and Alex, you won't find them here," said Nemuri.
Yu had a sly look. "Amazing that you know them as well. You would think for the lack of decor and your fragile youth, you would have thought they were common enemies." She bit her lip. "I mean, real recognize real and you sort of looking unfamiliar right now."
Nemuri threw the empty beer can at Yu, but used her legs to deflect it. The can return to her, but she retrieved her whip to deflect it as well.
The moment went back and forth for a few moments until the can split into half, dropping to the floor.
Yu was panting, smiling at Nemuri. "I must say, Midnight, you still haven't lost your touch."
Nemuri smiled, flexing her arms. "Thanks, surprised you can feel anything from those botoxes."
"And friendship ends," she murmured under her breath.
Nemuri covered her mouth while laughing. She grabbed an unopened can of beer. She threw Yu a can. Both toasted before drinking it. "So, what reason are you here for anyway," asked Nemuri.
"Like I said earlier," Yu said while taking a sip. "I see you eyeing the emerald child every weekend as I pass by and searching in your mail for any checks."
Nemuri frowned. She now wondered why she wasn't getting any of her mother's weekly allowances.
"So, I see Izuku every weekend. So what? Can a girl just watch and observe?"
"Every single weekend, though?"
Nemuri took another sip. "Why does it matter what I do on my past time? I am an adult, you know."
Yu shrugged her shoulders. "Hey, suit yourself. I mean, I shouldn't be scared anyhow. I mean, I am not the one who should be worried that Izuku goes to the comic book store so that he can visit Ragdoll."
Nemuri spat out her drink. "Tomoko? That skank? What about her?"
Yu took another sip of beer before telling her story to Nemuri. Tomoko makes appearances at the comic book store that Izuku visits. He often goes there to buy merchandise. However, merchandises that Tomoko suggest to him. Izuku has a tiny crush on Tomoko, or basically any older woman that gathers his attention.
"Tomoko plays sweets on Izuku," asked Nemuri.
"Hmm hmm," replied Yu. "Tomoko is very sweet with Izuku." She winked. "Makes you kind of think that Tomoko may, in fact, have a crush on the teen herself." She finished the last of her beer, crushing the beer can and leaving it on the table. "But, hey, you didn't get that from me."
Nemuri put her finger to her lip. Why would Yu give her much vital information? Granted, eventually, she was going to make a move on Izuku sooner or later, but if Tomoko got to him first, then that would be a problem.
"Why are you telling me this," asked Nemuri.
"What? Can I help a sister with information regarding her Izuku?"
"We're not even friends. Why do you care?"
Yu reached for another can of beer. "Like I said. I don't care. I am just stating facts is all."Yu got up from the couch. She stretched her arms, yawning and scratching her underarms. "As you can see, it is my time to go be a bitch someplace else." She walked from the couch and headed towards the door. "Next time, better oranges and don't go too cheap on beer. I know it's tough being a teacher, but don't let it affect your taste buds as well." She winks, throwing the middle finger to Nemuri. "Bye, bitch!" She closed the door.
Izuku looked at his watch and saw that it was time to leave school. He picked up his materials and exited the school grounds. He stopped at the bus stop and took a seat on the bench to wait for his bus. Instead of heading home, he was getting ready to head to work at the bookstore where he will be working as a clerk.
On his own volition, Izuku decided to get a job for extra income. What better place to find a job than to find a place that sells books and video games? There was a local bookstore in the atrium of the town's garden district. The bookstore was very popular and attracted a large crowd. The manager of the store was familiar with the emerald child as he frequented the establishment and decided to give him a chance.
It would also relieve his mother's pockets for a change.
About a half hour later, Izuku exited the bus and headed for the garden district. By that time, the sun was the below the horizon. The sun's warmth was dissipated and the coolness of the autumn sky filled the void. He reached into his backpack to retrieve his red scarf. It was a present he received from his grandmother when he was a child. She passed away when he was a child. He continued to treasure the scarf as it was something to keep her memory alive.
The cling of the bell alerted that another visitor had arrived at the bookstore. Although it was a second-hand store, the treasure trove of a collection of history regardless of any era could be found.
The dimmed lighting of the bookstore gave it a private affair for readers to enjoy their pursuit of knowledge. The wonderful sound of jazz made the quaint, quiet bookstore a more welcoming spot.
At the counter was an old woman, not the kind that should be pitied with their old bones and feeble limbs, but the kind who could still run an army kitchen if given a chance. She stood quite tall and slim. Her short grey hair, neat and likely styled with old-fashioned rollers, the kind women used to sleep in. Her face was made up with discrete make-up except her that her lips were cherry red. If she were any paler, then her mouth would be garish, but against her sun-kissed skin, it looked right. When she extended her hand to shake Izuku, he could see the soil beneath her fingernails. A gardener, he concluded. Then he noticed her neck scarf, patterned with small roses. It was safe to say that she has one of the best gardens in her neighborhood.
"Aw, welcome Izuku," said the gentle-voiced older woman, "Glad you could make it." She reached from behind the counter and gave him an apron. Attached to the apron was a nametag with his name on it. The nametag gave him a boost of confidence that he actually belonged to a team.
"Once you get yourself together," said the woman, "We have a new list of shipments that came in today."
"Yes, ma'am," said Izuku as he went to the direction she pointed her fingers.
Izuku entered the back room where they keep their extra stock of books and other materials. When he found the boxes she desired, he grabbed them and walked back to the opening to put them in their proper selves.
"Oh dear," she responded to Izuku. "Don't be alarmed with the presentation of these books. These belong in our special area." She had a slight chuckle. He could see it vibrate through her wrinkled lips. Fearing the worst and much to his chagrin, he opened the books and saw that it did belong in the special area-erotica.
Her slight chuckle turned into a loud one as customer speculated on the commotion between the boss and the employee. "Such nubile you are, my dear," said the woman. "Now, you must work. You have plenty to do, you spring chicken."
Izuku carried the first box and went to the bookstore to find the section. Row after row of neatly lined up books with their spines facing outward, color-coded with dots. The fiction area was arranged in alphabetical order. The young adults' section was labeled with pictures of their authors. There was a special area for manga for the youth. The children's section featured low shelves and floor cushions. The floor cushions were the bookstore's greatest highlight. Young and old alike loved to comfort themselves on the floor while reading a good book.
When arriving at the special area, the many graphic images of the book covers lit his eyes. From fictional erotica to the cover of hentai, Izuku did his hardest to avert his eyes.
He was nubile, naive, and a spring chicken when he came to sex. Izuku was interested in the opposite sex, but couldn't imagine doing anything sexual with them. The closest of sexual content he witnessed was when he was in sexual education class in the seventh grade. Even then, he covered his eyes through the "grotesque parts." Even with masturbation, he found that as an issue, but that will be something he would have to think about another time.
As he finished bundling the first box of the erotica novels, from his peripheral was the sight of sheer beauty. She wore a black business suit. Her firm legs were exposed in front of him. She wasn't wearing any stockings, so he could see every detail of her soft and creamy skin. It was white like milk, which happened to be his favorite kind of complexion. As he looked up, he saw the stunning attractive brunette who happened to be his Pro Hero Art History teacher, Ms. Kayama.
"Well, I could never imagine running into one of my students here, would I," she said with a firm voice. Izuku felt every syllable that escaped from her soft lips. Something about that voice was alluring and appealing.
"Mr. Midoriya," she said as she picked out one of those books from the special area. "I didn't think they would allow young boys like you to do these kinds of jobs. It is bad for the brain."
"It's not really it," said Izuku while blushing. "The guy who normally does this is out sick and it is just me and my boss tonight."
"Oh," she responded with a slight chuckle. "I guess that you get a pass, for now, Mr. Midoriya."
He swallowed a lump. Was she flirting with him or was she just being funny with him? Regardless of what impact, he slightly got scared and aroused by the encounter. Trying to change the subject, he asked, "What brings you here to the bookstore, Kayama-sensei?"
"I happened to be in the neighborhood." She picked up the nearest item she could find. "I was interested in reading this classical piece."
"The Story of O," questioned Izuku. Yet again, it did suit her persona thus sporting a whip. "I am unfamiliar with the book, but I know it involves intimacy."
She furrowed her eyebrows. "Does my pupil know something that I don't," she questioned in a sing-song.
"No," he quickly protested. "I often hear my mother talk about it with her book club or on the phone with her friends." He began to laugh nervously. "Did I tell you I took the job in the chance of getting a forty percent off discount for video games and manga?"
Nemuri laughed, flicking his nose with her finger. "Relax, Mr. Midoriya." She took a breath. "I was in the neighborhood in search of material for class next week. While I was perusing, I happened to see you. The boss told me that you work here and decided to see you." She peered closer to him, leaving them at a nose length of each other. "I promise not to tell our loving principal about your job situation." She winked. "You know that students getting a job is against the rules."
He put his hands in a praying position. "Please, Kayama-sensei, don't tell Principal Nezu."
She pressed her finger to his nose. "Relax. Your secret is safe with me."
He displayed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Kamaya-sensei." He bowed in front of her. "Thank you so much."
She raised her hand gingerly. "However, it is going to cost you."
"Say what? I thought you weren't going to tell."
"You are right. Your secret is safe with me. With me!" A flash sparkled in her eye. "And if you want me to get the gatekeeper of your secret, you must pay a price."
Izuku swallowed the lump in his throat. "Discount on anything you want?"
"No," she nodded in a sing-song.
"Buying this book that you want?"
"No," she nodded in a sing-song. She raised her hand and pointed at him. "Let's grab lunch. No, dinner. Yes! Let's grab dinner."
"Dinner? That sounds like fun," said Izuku. "Dinner? We can do that."
"Good, I am glad," said Nemuri. "I am in the mood for Italian. There is a spot that sells some of the best rotini in town. I think we can share Italian and our little secret together. How does that sound?"
"Yes ma'am," said Izuku.
"Great," she concurred. "I will come and pick you up from your place around 6 tomorrow."
"6 o'clock," he said. "See you then."
"Good," she said with a smile. "I will let you get back to work. And by the way, Mr. Midoriya. Spring chickens should not be reading that kind of dirty material. Understand?" She said that with a wink and left the bookstore.
Yu 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, Yu. Are you busy?"
"You love that joke don't you?"
"Never gets old."
Yu was scratching her stomach as she positioned herself on the couch. "I am calling, Tomoko, because Operation Save the World is at a go."
Laughter filled the receiver. "You're telling me that Midnight, Nemuri, took the cake."
"Took the ingredients and is baking the cake as we speak," she snickered. "I've done my part on my end. Now, it's your turn, Tomoko."
Tomoko grinned as she tried to return her composure. "Already done. I called Nemuri earlier this evening and told her I need some help on boyfriend advice. She is coming through tomorrow morning. That is when I will implement phase two."
"Aren't you a smart girl?"
"What can I say? I enjoy a gamble every now and again."
Yu sneezed before returning back to the call. "I look forward to seeing this unfold."
"I, too."
"All right. We will be in touch, Tomoko. Talk to you soon." Yu hung up the phone and rested it on her stomach. She looked at the moon as it was shining greatly into the night. She crossed her legs, smiling about the plan she created with Tomoko on how to make Nemuri pop Izuku's cherry.
To be continued….