Mr. Midoriya, You're Quite Illusive

Chapter 9

It's utter bliss. We've been dating for about a week now and I have to say it's sublime. We haven't gone on any dates yet but damn he's so sweet! We text for 5 hours a day every day, never during work though. He calls a lot, always asking where I am. Yeah, he's super into me and I'm super into him. Only one downside. Theodore.

He's pretty much bribing my freedom with food and drink. If I were dumb I'd go on strike, but instead, I comply because: Firstly, this dummy thicc aesthetic needs some serious caloric intake. Secondly, I like living. Being bare bone skinny isn't really considered hot. And lastly, for my quirk to not feed off my personal fat stores I have to eat. Then again, when's the last time I went on patrol? It's only been work... Crap. I'll talk to Mr Midoriya afterwards.

Izuku POV

Someone screwed me over. No one screws me over. Worst of all, he's using my data to hurt innocent civilians. I tasked a privately owned lab to develop a gene therapy serum. They did as told and gave me the findings, but it would seem that while they did as told, they were also made a new, noncommunicable flu variant. It only affects kids. Fortunately, Kasumi destroyed all of their research and finished product. But unfortunately, one of them managed to sneak a vile out and affect the children of those who fired him. They're quarantined but deteriorating fast. They won't make it. I want him dead.

My intel shows he now works at a public lab, holding the owner and gunpoint by threatening to infect his daughter. I'm going to have the princess do two tasks. While under the premise of surveying the company, she'll distract certain personnel and disable components so Kasumi can get evidence and the cure. All I have to do is get him tried, prosecuted and bailed. Then... he disappears. Permanently.

Kasumi entered my working area, the usual bounce in her step signalled she was in a good mood. Not surprising. "Another job, sir?" She asked calmly, standing with a straightened back and awaiting orders. I like seeing her this way, it's very... endearing to know she can switch between 'I love you, please recognize me,' and 'You own me, do as you wish.'

Am I crazy and disgusting for technically brainwashing a fair maiden down on her luck? Oh hell yes. Am I a good person for, y'know, buying her? Maybe. Did I have the decency to feed her, clothe her and in some cases just being her... friend? Friend? Is friend a good term to use? I mean, I like her, but not as a friend. But I don't love her as I would a girlfriend. I don't like her as--nor is she-- a cocksleeve by any definition of the term. I'll talk to her about this later.

Ugh, the faster I gut this bastard, the sooner I sort this out, the sooner I can have a clear conscience... somewhat clear conscience, so I guess I'll talk about it with her later. Wait, since when did I talk to her? We used to, but ever since I took over from father... And since when did I care about my feelings? Hm, all this time I've been trying to rub off on that top-heavy princess, but maybe a little of her... humanity is rubbing off on me. That's problematic. In my line of work, emotion can be the deciding factor between success and death.

She's I must reassert my primary way of thinking. Profit without harm to innocent people. No room for this emotional drama. Well, it wouldn't hurt to actually sit down and talk to her, would it? When I bought her, I did so only for my quirk to take full effect and learn more about her mindset, but I've never just sat down and asked her how she was really feeling. I may have supplied her with adequate physical and somewhat romantic needs but I've completely neglected her mental and emotional ones. She's in my care, I should... I need to do better. As an asset, she needs to be well maintained; and even more so as a human being.

"Yes... But I can wait. We need to talk. Now." I demanded, hiding my unusual discomfort. She shivered slightly, most of the time when I speak in such a manner, it's a sign of oncoming reprimand. Okay, I have her attention. What now? "Y-yes, sir?" She stuttered, an eery silence falling over us. I can make this short, a lengthy discussion can come later.

"C'mere," I said calmly, motioning to her with my fingers. She cautiously strode up to me, her hood was down and in full view were her fear-ridden eyes. As she neared my chair, I stood to full height with my head tilted down. She stood inches away from me, her chest rapidly rising up and down. I wasn't sure how to move my hands as not to scare her even more. "You not in trouble." I clarified, her trembling seemed to diminish. "I've had time to think. About a lot of things. You in particular." A shocked, curious look spawned on her face. I moved my hands, one to her back, the other to her face. I drew her close, uncharacteristically. "You are one of my greatest... assets. I'll give you that. But I need a straight answer for what I am about to ask you." Again that same, puzzled expression.

"Anything for you, sir." She whispered with batted breath. "Am I an asset to you?" I asked. She knew what I meant the moment I spoke those words. She looked down at the Flor, a bit of shame in her gesture.

"When you bought me, I hated. I hated you so damn much. But then, you took care of me. For a while, I faked it, played along to get close to you and eventually expose you. It took so much willpower to resist your... charm. But in the end, who else would love me the way you do?" Love her?

This book is supposed to be about me and the princess...

Ayo stfu and let me do the good shit.

Do I? "But... I never did." I answered honestly. She smiled a little. "If you didn't, then why did you treat me so well. If you truly saw me as an asset, you would've done worse things. I've seen how you treat Leng and Lawson. You keep them at a distance, but me, you have me close to your heart."

Screw it.

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Posted 1/9/2021