Extra Short Story: (Toru's School Commute)

A few months back, before the U.A. Dorms had been conceived, the students were still subject to public transport on the daily. Many put up with it, of course. Some, however, kind of liked the thrill that it came with. These were almost always the female students, who all had one or two stories to tell.

This is one of them.

The train bobbed along ordinarily. Toru just looked out at the window, enjoying the passing scenery without a worry. It had been a common ritual for a while now, as part of her school commute. There wasn't much to say, really.

That was until she felt something touch her leg. Then it shifted up to her butt and squeezed ever so firmly, making her jump.

Yep. That was a hand. She was being felt up...

OMG. She was actually being felt up on a train. Her invisible eyes shone.

It was technically against the law
(Even in this reality, there is a general consensus that you could "look but don't touch.")
but that didn't mean most girls didn't frequently fantasize about the idea. Having a pervert see you as so beautiful that he'd risk getting in trouble with the law just so he could feel you up. Not just to look. Not just to comment. But to actually feel your body in their hands.

For the invisible girl, that made her feel a million... yen?

She slowly turned to meet the culprit, only to see thin air. No one was behind her. She looked down; no one. In fact, there wasn't even a hand.

But she still felt it... It was still squeezing her.

"I'm a few cars down" She heard from no apparent direction.

"Wha-!" She uttered, looking around.

"Shh. You wouldn't want to draw attention to yourself, would you?" The voice said again, and this time she felt another hand grabbing her right boob.

She yelped, before clenching her mouth shut. A few people looked up at the noise but she didn't hold their interest long.

Looking down at the boob, she saw, again, no hand nor indication that it was being fondled by invisible hands. She felt it being poked, stroked and squished underneath a caring, experienced hand, but it was completely still when she looked down.

"How? What's going on?" Toru whispered.

"Just my way of helpin' out a gal. My quirk let's me create an psionic projection of myself. Kind of like a ghost or an astral form. I am invisible to any sensors, cameras and the naked eye. I can't do much to the physical world but I can do some pretty cool stuff to people's sensory perceptions. One is talking directly into people's heads. Like I am now. The other is, of course, making you feel my touch even though I'm really sipping my coffee and staring out the window, a few cars over."

That made sense, Toru thought. She tried very hard keep quiet.

"Ever been groped on a train before."

"N-no."

"Ever wanted to be?"

Toru tried her best not to moan, as both hands went to her chest.

"Oh God, yes," she muttered.

"Awesome. Never met a girl who hasn't yet... I'm sixteen, by the way, in case you were worried," The voice said, quick to add assurance that he wasn't some old guy molesting a teenage girl with a readable concern on his, otherwise, confident tone.

"Y-y-y'know, this is illegal. I-huh-I could report you."

"Are you gonna?"

Toru didn't answer. She just closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation. The gropers hands drifted up and down from her boobs, down her hips, to her butt and even risked venturing between her thighs.

"Are you wet?"

"I-I'm not gonna answer that."

"Listen, I wish I could go further, but my stop is coming up. I see you're a U.A. student. So good luck with that. Remember, you never saw me."

Toru felt the hands leave her body but before she could be too upset, she felt an invisible pair of lips kiss the side of her cheek.

"W-wait!" She called, before shutting herself up and turning to the dozen passengers looking at her bewildered at her erratic yell.

She could... feel that he was gone, as well.

"I- I didn't even get your name," she muttered disappointedly, feeling the cheek he had pecked.

It was a really delightful story that the other girls fawned over, giving comments like "That's so romantic" or "You're so lucky". She was sure not to tell any of the grumps like Iida, though, in case he caused a big stink about the whole thing and reported it to Aizawa. The last thing she wanted were the school prudes rallying against what was, to her, up there with one of the greatest moments of her life.

Still, that school day had been very unproductive for Toru. Her head was in the clouds, thinking about that boy. That mystery phantom groper.

She sighed, staring off into space.