Judging by the timed arrival of his train ticket, the train should have arrived at least thirty minutes ago. There wasn't an announcement. No notification on his cell phone. If it was as if the train didn't exist; or no one cared for its late arrival; or maybe, this route was a figment of Izuku's imagination. Either of those possibilities can contribute to the probable cause. Nevertheless, the train has yet to arrive. Therefore, he had wait on bated breath for the train to arrive.

He was cold; shivering from the yellow and black Grambling jacket he was wearing. His mother wanted him to wear something heavier, but it was against Izuku's suggestion. Nothing that was too constricted or heavy to carry, he told his mother with strong absoluteness. Not wanting to start an argument at seven in the morning, she gave in to his demand of the yellow and black jacket he was now regretting. He wrapped his arms tightly, hoping to conceal any warmth. The terminal's heater was broken, resulting in a plugged box heater in which the elderly and the homeless were currently residing in the corner of the lone terminal. Not wanting to interrupt or interfere, he returned to the wooden seat to wait for the train.

He looked at his watch to see if maybe he was late. He had a history of confusing himself with schedules. The time was a little after nine in the morning. The clock on the wall at the terminal coincide with his watch. The printed time on his ticket displayed it to be at twenty before the hour. That meant that he was waiting for about an hour. His mother, being a stickler with time, dropped the young, nubile teen early so he could catch his train.

Izuku is planning to travel to Hakodate in the Hokkaido Prefecture to see his grandmother.

Izuku was unable to go see his grandmother because he and Shouto were at Computer Camp. The first half of their summer holiday was filled after their 'lovely' friend Katsuki forged their signatures. At least the emerald cinnamon roll knows the tricks and trading of coding.

And hacking.

Unbeknownst to the Bakugo teen, Izuku hacked into Katsuki's mother laptop and filled it with copious terabytes of pornography, using her credit cards and putting it in Katsuki's name. He smiled as the blonde will be facing a strong, cheek-grabbing punishment.

A moment he will, unfortunately, have to miss.

Thinking back to his grandmother, for the older, yet a young-at-heart woman, the replica of his mother, Inko, an absence of her only grandson was not taken lightly. She wired some funds for the lad for his arrival. She made an itinerary; detailing everything the duo was going to do together. From watching movies to kite flying to crocheting and the like. Neither of which interest Izuku, but it was the experience he garnered for his grandmother. Also, the highlight, better yet, a silver lining is the homemade moist, hot chocolate chip cookies with butterscotch ice cream he was craving.

On the way to the station, Inko told her son to bring back any sweets from her mother.

He sat back against the chair on the wall, waiting for the train's arrival. For a few minutes, he watched people passing in and out of his direction. An elderly woman complaining about her blood pressure and the uncertainty of her prescription from her doctor. A docile, quiet child tugging at her father to pick her up. The passerby of salarymen going to their nine-to-five jobs before getting lost in the system of capitalism before returning to their spouses with their broken, defeated, and deflated dreams.

Or that was at least he had overheard his father discussing with his mother when he was a young child. The term he remembered his father used was Kafkaesque.

Ladies and gentlemen, sorry for the delay of an announcement. But the AMT 234 train bound for Sapporo en route to Hakodate has been delayed for another thirty minutes. Please be sure to keep track of your ticket with the schedule arranged for your time. We once again at Shinkansen apologize for this inconvenience. Passengers bound for Miyazaki, Nagasaki, and Fukuoka, please….

He gave a heavy sigh. It meant that he had to wait a little longer before the train arrives. One of his pet peeves was when something was late. It reminded him of the time when he, Katsuki, Tenya, Eijiro, Shouto, and Tsuya were waiting for the arrival of a brand new game console. The schedule time was earlier in the summer. However, delays came and so did the change of dates. It wasn't until the beginning of September when the console finally arrived. Unfortunately, a new term of school was a day before, which meant the teens couldn't play it like he wanted. It left him with disappointment for his failed game-filled summer with the group.

If there was any consolation, the group watched and enjoyed a disgruntled Katsuki getting punched in the jaw by an elderly woman after snatching away the last ice cream cone after the stand sold out.

So his summer wasn't that bad.

To combat his boredom and impatience, for the time being, he pulled out his book from his backpack. It wasn't every day the emerald child read novels. Preferring the taste of graphic novels and manga over print, this book, in particular, garnered his attention when one day he waited with his mother, Mitsuki (Katsuki's mother), Rei (Shouto's mother), Ryuko, Shino, Nemuri, and Yu at the mall.

The girls were part of a book club Inko founded. Izuku was there to help with their bags. He suspected something different, but at least he got free ice cream and treats.

The book was called The Ballad of Gustavo and Fatima. He flipped to the chapter that he last bookmarked. He became curious about the text after hearing multiple conversations of the book club discussing the heavy romance scenes in the novel. Even at school, his female classmates gazed over the heartthrob Gustavo and admired the beauty of his love interest, Fatima. Curiosity struck the emerald child and he decided to investigate.

One evening, Inko hosted the book club at her home. The meeting took place in the living room. Via phone, Izuku kept in touch with his friends as he spied on the women. Inko told her son that he wasn't allowed in the living room for it was girl's talk.

He hid in the vents that paralleled to the living room. The teens were on standby, awaiting Izuku's feedback. With a pencil and notebook, along with a bag of chips, they waited on the fascination of the novel and why the women were aroused with excitement.

A pregnant silence enveloped the teen as he patiently waited. It was ten, fifteen minutes before he heard something audible coming from the living room. With his eyes pried to the vent, he heard faint sounds of moaning between the women.

"Fatima"

"Gustavo"

"Take me, baby. Use your force to drift me away."

Their hearts raced, beating at the tempo of the womanly moans. Neither members respond on the phone for they were embarrassed about the results of their nosiness. They cut communication with each other after leaving with confusion and protruding pants. Izuku shut his eyes and covered his ears until it was over.

Or so he thought.

Shino put her fingers between her lips. Their eyes met. Her eyes told him to watch her.

'Enjoy the show, Deku!"

His brain was met with confusion as the women continued their session until it was finished.

The girls were satisfied. Izuku needed a change of pants.

It was the decision of Izuku to wait after the women left to discover what had occurred. It was the middle of the night that the emerald child sneakily entered the living room. He was delicate with every step, trying his hardest not to alert his mother. Upon entering the space, the faint smell of womanhood entered his nostrils, confirming the obvious that the girls were masturbating.

He had a one-man show with the infamous Mandalay earlier.

He took one step and tripped to the floor. He let out a small cry. As he tended to his scraped knee, he saw the very thing that caused it. On the floor was The Ballad of Gustavo and Fatima. He scanned the area to be sure he wasn't seen. He picked it up. He pulled a flashlight from his pocket to open the pages. Upon opening a random page, he felt moistness around the page. It was damp. He put the book next to his nose to smell. It widened his senses upon smelling the funny scent. He wiped his hand on his pajamas. He took the book from the floor and returned it to his room.

Now, he sat on the wooden bench at the station reading the very novel that belonged to Shino. He never pictured Shino to be the type of woman doing those kinds of things. Then yet again, Izuku thought, they were women. Women with needs. He once read that people involved in group masturbation tend to do it around those of the same sex. He continued to read that it was because they felt more comfortable than someone of the opposite sex. Izuku admittedly masturbated from time to time, but never in front of someone of the same or opposite sex.

That evening following that event, Izuku played cards until Inko called him out of his room to say farewell to the women. Shino winked at him as she left the home.

The Ballad of Gustavo and Fatima drew more curiosity than anything. He ventured through several pages with anticipation of any raunchy scenes of the romantic couple engaging in sex. Being at an impressionable age, he anticipated the words "penis," "vagina," "semen," and "juices" to come into his vocabulary. As he kept reading, he didn't see anything of the matter. Granted, the plot kept his attention. Plenty of scenes in which drew emotion. Like, he was mad at Fatima's father for forbidding her to see Gustavo because of his Christian faith as they were Muslim. Another scene was which the animosity Gustavo had for Fatima's father after banishing her in a secret castle. He was getting to the part where Gustavo was calculating a plan to get back Fatima before something cast a shadow over him.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" Izuku heard a gentle, yet heavy voice above him. Taking a break from the book to see the person, he saw that it was a woman. She appeared to be a woman in his eyes. She could have been in her late thirties, early forties, but judging by the two-piece business suit with a white blouse and black stockings, she could have been a salarywoman. The woman was peculiar tall. Maybe standing at five foot ten inches, but depend as she was wearing high heel shoes. She had a slender figure. Her clothing complimented her curvy body. She was wearing glasses that stopped at her pointy nose. She had skin that reminded Izuku of milk. Her cheeks were rosy, as if she was blushing or it was a natural look of hers. Her eyes were almond shaped and had a strong tint of gray. Her black hair was longer as it descended to her back. She looked like she demanded respect with compassion. Her legs complimented her. They were shaped well as if she did cardio on a regular basis. As for her bust, it was not the largest, but it looked well. Trying to not sound or think pervertedly, Izuku thought, it reminded him of ripe cantaloupe. She pursed her lips as he snapped out of his observation.

"Sure," he answered. He moved to the side to allow the businesswoman a seat. She gave him a thanks and made her way beside him. As she sat beside him, her height confirmed as he felt he was beyond a giant. She put her briefcase next to her seat. She then pulled out her compact from her purse to check her appearance. She gave herself a check before putting it away. She glanced at him, giving him a smile. She then reached for her cell phone.

There was silence with the pair. With no other interaction involved, he resumed with his book. He flipped the page where he last left off with Gustavo making a master plan to get back Fatima. He smiled as he imagined himself going after the girl he liked. There was Ochako Uraraka but the duo decided to remain friends. He did share a kiss with Himiko but bathroom floors tasted better than her vile mouth. There were girls like Camie, Tsuyu, Mei, Mina, and plenty others.

The images from earlier still rang into his mind. He never imagined women that his mother's age shared feelings like that. He always thought it was exclusively men.

Yet again, his taste were somewhat peculiar and articulate. Izuku enjoyed the dominant nature of a woman. Something about a woman in control fancied the young lad.

There was an incident when he was at walking home from school when Himiko grabbed him by his shirt collar and demanded a kiss. With much anticipation, he smiled as she enveloped her lips around him before pushing him to a wall. She blew him a kiss as she left. A kiss never tasted sweeter when it was by force.

A hypocrite from his aforementioned thought, but the perilous mind of a sixteen-year-old.

"Oh, I never thought to see the day a boy would get interested in this novella."

He was interrupted. He went to the source of the sound and saw the businesswoman laying her eyes on him. She looked curious. The phone was gone, just her hands laced around each other. She peered over the book, mouthing the lines that seemed too familiar for her. "As you keep reading, you are going to love how Gustavo tries and sways Fatima."

He blushed. "Thanks. This book isn't half bad. I don't why, but I have seen so many people discuss it that I had to check it out!"

"It is a must read book. So many elements of romance and such levity and cupidity that I still get shivers as I read." The woman spread her smile as she continued looking over him. She extended her hand. "I am sorry for being rude. Where are my manners? My name is Nana. Nana Shimura. What is your name?"

He returned her handshake. Her hands were very soft, he thought before answering her. "My name is Izuku. Izuku Midoriya."

"Nice to make your acquaintance, Izuku," she responded before reaching in her purse. She pulled a stick of gum. She chewed it, discarding the wrapper in her purse. "So, Izuku, any reason for being at this platform. Are you traveling with someone?"

"No ma'am," he told her. "I am going to Hakodate to go see my grandmother."

"Really," she said. "I am on my way to Sapporo. But for business, not pleasure." She stuck her tongue out. "Be glad you are a student and don't have to worry about jobs and stuff yet."

Izuku let out a slight laugh. "I will keep that in mind. I think I will enjoy being a student a while longer before submitting myself in the confinements of a finite workforce."

Izuku was taken aback. "Such a strong vocabulary you have."

"Thanks," replied Izuku. "My teacher is a nazi when it comes to words. She callously etches us with it every single day. So, it can't be helped." The thought of Kayama-sensei's whip appeared into his mind. Midoriya-san, are you paying attention? Do you know what I do to bad, naughty boys like you?

"And judging with the language of this story you are reading, I think you are aware of the themes," she said while winking.

Izuku closed his book. He knew with this conversation, he wasn't going to read anytime soon. "Honestly, I am only reading it because of how much interest the girls are having with it."

She giggled. "I bet. This novel is the most anticipated novel from this author. She has spent extensive time working on detail after detail to articulate the romance of forbidden love."

He shook his head. "I can see that part, but it is something about it that is making girls become so different."

"Like what," she asked with curiosity from her voice.

The intercom interrupted Izuku's attempt to answer.

Ladies and gentlemen, the AMT 234 is arriving to the station. Please be ready for departure in the next ten minutes. Be sure to have your luggage ready before arriving on the train. Reminder, the AMT 234 to Sapporo en route to Hakodate is arriving. Departure time is in the next ten minutes. We at Shinkansen would like to apologize for any of the inconvenience we have given you all. We hope to use us again on your next trip. Thank you!

Izuku returned to Nana's sight. "Well, I think it is time to get ready to get on our train."

"That is okay," she said while swaying her hands. "When we get inside, we can discuss more about the story."

"That will be fine. Because I am very curious about the book's tenacity to women."

She laughed, covering her mouth. Izuku saw some of her lipstick smeared on her fingers. "You have such a colorful vocabulary. You must make your family proud."

"Just the good half," he chuckled to her.

He blushed, nodding her a thanks of the compliment. He got from the wooden bench and reached for his backpack. Nana followed behind him, carrying only her briefcase. As he was approaching the train conductor, Izuku dropped his book, resulting in his tripping onto the pavement.

He hit the ground head first. A wincing pain stinging his forehead. Nana came from behind to help him get up. She kneeled in front of him, dusting him off. She pulled a napkin from her purse and dabbed it with her tongue. She cleaned his face with it, resulting in a flushed face. He felt embarrassed, especially of the maternal act she did.

"Are you okay," she questioned him.

"I am fine, thank you," he answered while looking away from her. As he was picking up the book, he looked at the picture on the back cover. The picture of the author looked identical to the woman he was talking to earlier. He took the back and slightly placed it beside her. She just let out a smile.

"Wait a minute," he said while he was taken aback. "The Ballad of Gustavo and Fatima is made by, made by…."

"Nice to make your acquaintance once again," she said. "But, alas, I am the author of this story. The pen name doesn't match my real name. But, I am the author of this story and I can definitely answer your questions on the appeal it has to women."

Izuku and Nana walked to the train conductor as he was scanning tickets. The salt-and-peppered individual made contact with Nana. He blushed as she whispered something in his ear. Upon finishing, he wrote something on Izuku's ticket. Nana took Izuku's ticket and put it in her purse.

"You are sitting with me. I bumped you to first class," she said to Izuku.

Izuku made a mental note to himself as he was in the steps of solving the problem of The Ballad of Gustavo and Fatima and the urges that made women compel to their sexuality.

To be continued….