Mr. Midoriya, You're Quite Illusive

Chapter 6

Notice: The latter half of this chapter is still raw so you may find grammar issues. I'll fix them tomorrow... If I still give a shit by then.

Momo POV

It's my lunch break, I currently sit in the food hall located on floor 8 of the building. I found a quiet table in the corner. My hands still shiver, my eyes beg for me to cry. Good lord, what has this man done? Were they really prisoners? Surely not, how'd he even get them? Now my head hurts. I should be at hero work right now, but instead, he has me traumatized and doing his dirty work. My phone rang and a violent shiver told me not to answer but I feared the chance of upsetting him.

I unsheathed my phone from my purse. Looking at the caller ID a wide smile was plastered on my face for it was actually Todoroki. Thank goodness. "Momo, um... hi." He greeted, a certain nervousness present in his voice. I find it cute. "Hi." I croaked with a dry throat. As a result, my voice was coarse and tired; like a soft intone. "Are you okay? You sound tired." He stated. My smile was reduced to more of a grin or smirk. "I am. I had to get to work today at 5:00 am. There's a lot of backlogs so I'm trying to sort it out. Logistics, y'know?" Of course, he doesn't. He's a rich kid like me, but instead of files and invoices, his family specializes in beauty and heroism. Damn his grandma is hot.

"Is your boss working you hard?" He queried with concern. I love the attention if I'm being honest. Knowing at least one person has you on their mind almost constantly is like a drug, a fix of serotonin. "Well, I mean... It's a big company. Lots of... facilities." Why am I taking his side? After what I just saw? Of course not. I'm protecting myself, yeah. "Well, you just let me know if it gets-" I immediately cut him off, "Don't worry so much." I spew lies, I wish for him to worry more. The fact that I know he cares about me is intoxicating. "Whatever... Wanna go out for lunch tomorrow?" Is he... asking me on a date!? Yes yes yes yes yes yes!

"Perhaps." I monotoned. A sigh of relief was whispered through the connection. He was happy. I was happy. Ah crap, Mr Midoriya might not be happy. Who cares? I bet my life he has 'hoes in different area codes' if you watch my drift. So what if we're married, it's not like I'm starting another relationship just out of the blue. We're just friends--who have a mutual sexual attraction--going out to eat. Yeah. I'll run it by him though, just to be safe. "Okay. So 12:30? I'll pick you up." He suggested. I quickly thought about it and nodded to myself. "Yeah, that's great. See you then. Bye."

"Bye."

Hours Later

The same darkroom with the same damned man. Though I do feel as if someone else is watching me. I was still wearing my work clothes, a pencil dress along with a dress shirt, a blazer and heels. I wore glasses earlier as an unnecessary accessory but I heard it makes you more professional. Whether it's true or not is up to my experience. So far it's merely for looks and damn so I look stunning.

"Mrs Yaoyorozou, I haven't been completely honest with you though only by a lie of omission." He admitted, no regret present in his voice but I could tell he was sincere. Is this about earlier? "Clarify," I demanded softly. Suddenly I felt something tracing my chest. Now it's cupping me from just below my bustline. Great, I'm being sexually harassed by a ghost. "He means me." A feminine voice announced. A pair of arms manifested, groping me playfully. "You're right Mr Shimura, they are really big! A soft too!" I vigorously shook her off and turned to look upon the woman who dared touch me. She wore a hood, hiding her facial features but she had a tattooed lip, or maybe it's paint. "Who the hell are you!?" I exclaimed with shock. "Play nice, Ms Goto. She's changed a lot since you last met." Theodore instructed rather gently. Met? I haven't the slightest who this girl is. I may have to look into it. Goto. At least I got a lead.

She outstretched her hand, her mouth bearing teeth and a curled lip. Her smile was both sweet and seductive, a devastating combination in and of itself, but she also had a hint of mischievous malice only seen when another girl is jealous or feels threatened that her partner is being swindled. "And I assume you work for Theodore?" I guessed. She nodded then looked to the man for approval. Evidently, she got it. "Kasumi Goto, at your service. Master thief, saboteur and spy. Allegedly." Smart girl. That one word, 'Allegedly', could stop an entire drug cartel from being busted. She kept stealing glimpses behind me, I turned again and Theodore was still in his chair. "So, you only do this by contract?" I queried. "Let's put it this way. If you want something, call me. If you need someone gone, call me. If Mr Shimura wants something, I'll wear something nice." These two are definitely screwing... with and without me. Both ways work. Yeah.