An invisible gift

The perfect woman came to mind immediately, Tooru Hagakure, the last remnant of class 1-A not to have embraced her role as the sex slave of your beloved Izuku. The reason for that was simple, she was completely invisible hence her looks were something of a mystery. But that too served a purpose, she was a slave who could serve your beloved Izuku forever.

The girl was currently in her room alone, once upon a time she would be energetically mingling with her classmates. Nowadays however she spent her free time locked up in her room, alienated from her old friends who had embraced their true responsibilities as Izuku’s slaves. Instead she isolated herself in her room, doing a series of activities on her phone.

“Hello dear.” You said to the girl, to which the girl responded with a shriek, before leaping out of her bed, “no need to be nervous Tooru.”

“Nervous? Why would I be nervous? You’re just going to mind rape me into being Midoriya’s slave right? Nothing to be worried about.” She babbled, with an ever building panic.

“Oh.” You replied, curiosity peaked and excitement building, seems this girl had figured it out, “why would you think that?”

“Because it all started when you started dating Midoriya. He’s in on it too isn’t he? He seemed like such a sweet kid, but you’ve turned the girls into slaves. First it was Mei and Melissa, then Momo, then-“ She cried, backing away from you slowly. Perhaps attempting to sneak away, impossible really you had a quirk to see even invisible people. Courtesy of All for One.

“If you felt that was true why did you not inform a teacher?” You asked, your words drenched in fake sweetness, like poisoned honey.

“Because she’s obviously in on it. And I can’t quit either, after what you did to Ibara when she tried to leave, now she’s convinced Midoriya’s a saint. What did he do to her?”

You had to admit, you were almost impressed. Almost, it was overshadowed by one simple misconception, “you’re wrong about one thing Tooru. My beloved Izuku didn’t have a hand in this at all, I’ve been doing this of my own accord.”

“You’ve been turning girls into Midoriya obsessed sluts and he doesn’t even know about it?” She gasped, a pillow clutched to her chest in fear.

“Of course it would break his heroic heart, and that must never happen. He deserves to be happy to have his harem, and you will be a lovely new gift for our date tonight.” You said, taking a step closer.

“Is there anything I can say to save myself?” She asked, you shook your head, if you could see her you imagined she’d be grimacing, “then make it quick.”

A/N: Writer’s block and coursework. Not a winning combination. Suggestions would be helpful but I can't guarantee anything at this stage.