Mr. Midoriya, You're Quite Illusive

Chapter 4

Izuku POV

As I sat in my chair, cold beads of sweat dripped down my face. I'd fallen into a microsleep, it forced me to relive memories of a past life. They're my memories, but I didn't make them. I'm an imposter, I was gifted these traits to replace the one who had been lost. I know what death feels like. I've seen the pearly gates open, I've been in limbo... I was plucked out and implanted within myself. Yes, that makes no sense. Figure it out.

Either way, a priority 3 message danced in my eyes, my contact lenses displaying a myriad of classified data. With eye gestures I investigated. Ms Goto has successfully captured her targets. Good girl, perhaps I'll reward my pet. I have some time. My mind wandered to things I'd indulge in when I suddenly remembered that I'm married. God damn it all. A curse to my father... grandfather? The line of succession is blurring in my case. He holds both titles.

I marked the message as acknowledged to which she requested we converse. I obliged, establishing an audio-only connection waiting for the master thief. It's my fault she wants to call, my insidious quirk that is. My quirk is like a drug, the more you're exposed to it, the more you want. It's both bent people to my will and also given me... certain promiscuous advantages. "You don't usually humour me, Mr Shimura." She commented with a jesting tone. It's true, I'm usually busy so I lack the time but I'm fresh from a nap. It's a slow day in Japan's economy, that top-heavy princess is probably sleeping and I'm actually in the mood for some company. I may be a horrific man, but I'm still a person too. I do want someone beside me when I wake up; though I'm not opposed to them being on top, below either. I'm such a vile with these thoughts. A married man like myself shouldn't be in contact with a person like her, but here I am.

"What do you want?" I asked, sleep still present in my voice, a hoarse croak making itself known. I didn't mean to come off as irritated. "I-i can call back if you want." She nervously answered. Great, I scared her. I'm quite good at that. "What? No, no. I'm just a bit... tired is all." I excused. She hummed in acknowledgement and possibly understanding. "Mhm. So I was wondering... Can I come over?" Requested the kleptomaniac. Anytime she asks that she's either bored, happy to see me or horny. One of the curses of my quirk. It's a passive ability that I can't control. I release infrasonic tones from the rhythm of my heart which allows my brain to send messages to another with results in... Indoctrination. Indirect contact with me results in intimidation, fear and wariness. Direct contact or proximity over time results in the victim feeling at ease around me, feeling sickeningly loyal and in some cases--such as Ms Goto-- giving in to love, lust or infatuation. At least I don't have to worry about betrayal.

I feel guilty, I can't help the fact that I'm unintentionally manipulating people at a deep psychological level but I can use it to my advantage. I'll admit, her company is nice but I don't love it the way I should. I see assets, not people. Sooner or later, Ms Yaoyorozou will become indoctrinated. She's so young, innocent and my villainous abilities are going to change that, it makes me sick. "Yes... I'd like that." I acquiesced softly. I could practically hear her smile. A few seconds passed before she inquired, "Should I wear anything nice?" I quickly answered, "Casual. We need to discuss something with you."

I waited and waited... meditated then I waited again. I wonder what the top-heavy princess is up to. She's probably sleeping or reading. It wouldn't hurt to check. I brought up my console and accessed one of several cameras I set up in her quarters. There she was, on my screen. Naked, wrapped in a towel and fresh from the shower. I immediately ceased my actions and deactivated the console. What am I going to do with her? No, I've wasted too much time already. I must deal with my operations.

Momo POV

It was a nice bath I just took, both relaxing and meditative. I have hero work today, no wait, my schedule was cancelled in favour of my new partner's... suggestions. For the few hours that I've known him, he's only talked about me as a pretty plaything and a tool for his own use. It's mortifying, knowing the fact that he only sees me as an object. At least Todoroki cared... cares about me. He's texting me a lot, asking about my condition and if my boss has been treating me well. Physically, I'm being attended to most appropriately. Emotionally, is a whole new kettle of fish.

I'm currently wrapped in a bathrobe, nothing between my skin and the soft cotton of the garment. My hair's unkept but still perfect in the way it flows down my back. As I sat up in my bed, I scrolled through messages on my phone, nothing interesting was going on. I checked local news. A low ranking member of the Koracha family is being asked for ransom money to reclaim his daughter and wife. Poor soul, he probably tried to screw around with a Yakuza, he was always trying to get ahead in life and his clanmates. The kidnappers are asking for 150,000 yen. That's a crippling blow to his small organization. He might lose clients, infrastructure and stock shares. A picture was sent, graphic in nature.

Two women, presumably the mother and daughter. The larger one who I think is the mother was bloody with a swollen face, bruised all over as if she'd been tortured. Her daughter looks on, tears in her eyes. They were both tied onto chairs, facing one another. It's a shame. They look like really nice people.

Izuku POV

My head was throbbing, pounding as if I'd slammed it into a wall. I've been overworking myself and now I must suffer the consequences. I got an alert, Ms Goto was here. Now it's time we talk.

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Posted 12/16/2021

Ngl I had more planned but why dump it all here. Gotta make y'all want more 😛