In the woods beside the field, where the doll ran off

A hand stitched doll no bigger than a normal girls hand darted through the grass back to the trees, falling still for a moment so the one piloting it could get their bearings as discreetly as possible. They weren't invisible all the time while using this aspect of their quirk, unlike a certain girl in 1-A, and if they were caught they might have to bury themselves in a hole out of embarrassment.

Reaching the treeline, the doll ran as fast as its tiny legs could carry it, disappearing behind the trunks and beneath the exposed roots. It doubled back on itself, finding a hole under a half fallen tree that would be missed by any idle explorers unless they were looking for it. And even if they looked in said hole for a cursory glance, they would not see the Doll's destination so easily, hidden behind a rock in that crevice beneath the fallen wood.

The doll leaped up onto the still body of Reiko Yanagi, the silver haired girl looking for all sights fast asleep, resting her head on the dirt wall. Her body was breathing, barely, and if anyone were to shake her they would get no response.

The doll nestled itself into Reiko's folded hands on her lap, a translucent, naked version of herself appearing for a moment before she deftly floated back into her body, her eyes opening. "Interesting." Were the first words out of her mouth as she idly pocketed the doll once more.

That Midoriya would show no embarrassment to being kissed, even if it was just a peck on the cheek, was strange. But he obviously had no ill intent, not holding anything over the froggy girl's head. He wanted the opposite, if his declaration and quick but tactical retreat was to be believed.

Does he wish to take the girl as his bride? Reiko thought, curling her legs beneath her as she parsed her own thoughts. No, such a thing right now is impossible. It is his design to let her mental hardships pass to avoid needless woe. Otherwise he would have stayed, yes?

There was no avoiding the fact that Izuku cared for the girl in some capacity, being so willing to lend an ear to her to help her figure out her own feelings if that is what his classmate so desired. But did that infer romance was in bloom between them?

Plans may have to change if so. Kodai and I will have our idea flounder and die in the cradle, but it would be better that then feeding it on broken hearts. The pale girl thought to herself but shook her head. No. Again, it is obvious that there is nothing really solid there. If he agrees to be our assistant in Seduction, and she were to feel wroth despite not having an actual relationship with him then it would be obvious that his care was wasted. His nature once again proves that he would be the ideal help in such matters, however. I will be telling the rest of the girls in 1-B my findings.

Yanagi moved to rise, but found herself hesitating as she found her thoughts drifting to Midoriya often as they had since yesterday after lunch. She went over everything she knew from observing him the few times she had since, the one conversation she had the day before and what she had heard. He had been vouched for three times from three different people, two of whom she had quickly grown to accept the lead in as far as social interactions went in the month she'd known them. There didn't seem to be an evil atom in his body, much less a whole bone.

To be so pure and unflappable... If we are to show him our bodies... would it be too much to show him my soul? Reiko bit her lip gently in thought, feeling herself heat up slightly. It wasn't a euphemism when she asked that of herself. Her quirk, Poltergeist, gave her many different abilities. The one most obvious was her ability to move things with her mind, like any good poltergeist should be able.

But it wasn't the only ability.

As she had earlier done, she was able to cast her soul from her body. She could do many things in such a state, at the cost of leaving her body **** to anything and everything. For example she could, for lack of a better term, possess inanimate objects. Usually this was minor, like being able to rattle chains, or the time she had frightened the neighbor by possessing their television, making odd shapes with static and playing with various snippets of audio that tried to play through her possession of the object in question by pitching them up or down and all around distorting them into a hair-raising experience.

For other things, like the doll she had put away, she was able to incorporate a bit of herself into it quite literally. A hair soaked in a small bit of her own blood (She didn't need to soak it in blood, but it felt right to her) was incorporated into the stitching of the doll, and she was able to fully transfer herself into it, like a tiny second body.

The embarrassment regarding the question of "showing her soul" came from the fact that when she did project it from her body, it was naked and open, the girl unable to conceal her emotions like she did with her physical body nor capable of actually covering said body even with her ghostly limbs as they turned just translucent enough to see her lady bits through... the traitors.

Simply put, when Reiko projected her soul out of her body she really was baring her entire being to whoever saw it. The only saving grace she had was that when she was absolutely still, her soul turned invisible.

But why would she do something so private, so intimate with a boy she'd only just met?

Maybe it was the mere fact that she had heard nothing but praise for him? That, again, he seemed to have not one drop of evil in him? He seemed a shining beacon of heroics, a sharp contrast with her dark and mysterious, but no less good justice? Yin and Yang, the contrast linking them together on a conceptual level, opposites attracting eternally?

It didn't hurt that she found him a handsome fellow either.

His eyes shone so brightly as he spoke, and he seemed to have a constant smile to give out to all he spoke with. It was a sharp contrast to her constant dour look that had been passed down from her mothers line. His green, like Shiozaki's, was the color of life, where everything about her was so pale and lifeless. Even the fact he was so open with himself, so far as to say he was happy that his classmate kissing him made him happy she was comfortable enough to randomly do so, where she was closed off and hardly ever initiated contact.

Would he think me weird, feeling as I do after merely one meeting? Reiko wondered. It seems like he'd be hard pressed to think truly ill of someone, but surely there is a limit to his kindness?

Still, the contrast of their existence was but a part of what she felt. For as long as she had been able to acknowledge her own interest in the opposite sex and her own sexuality, along with knowledge of her quirk, Reiko was well aware that she would need to be able to absolutely trust her lover. While embarrassing and leaving herself **** to anything that wished to do her harm, projecting her soul was far too liberating to ever give up. To be freed from gravity, to pass through most solid objects, to lazily float above herself and enjoy a grand out of body experience that few people would ever understand without baying at ****'s Door for the warmth of his fire.

Biting her lip beneath her black half mask, Reiko floated her doll out of the special pouch and onto the ground in front of her. She really shouldn't be doing what she was about to do, not at school, but thinking about her ability to project her soul Always got her loins to quiver since she started exploring that aspect of her life.

Releasing a shaky breath, Yanagi closed her eyes and **** herself out of her body. Unlike the first time she'd this done many years ago, it was a near instant transition from solid to ethereal. The sudden lack of almost all sensation was as comforting as it had always been.

Reiko's soul floated there, feeling the liberation from her physical self. She idly wiggled her fingers, almost uncaring of if someone were to see her naked soul as she smiled almost drunkenly, a total contrast to her inexpressive physical body.

Do mine eyes deceive? Yanagi spoke to the air, her voice unable to be heard unless she were near electronics. But she could hear herself, if only for the fact that she knew what she was saying, and changed her voice accordingly. It no longer sounded like her, but her best impression of a Fey creature from the ancient stories from abroad. She puppeted the doll with her quirk, making it gesture and move about as if it were alive, an actor in her fantasy brought to physicality. A slip of a girl who couldn't find her way home and sleeps within MY forest? She ought have listened well to the ancient legends. As payment for trespassing, I will use her body at my will until she wakes. But first, something to ensure she wakes not for many moons!

Yanagi used her quirk to pick up a rock and, scooping up some loose dusty dirt, threw it on her eyes. While not a direct comparison, her soul's eyes began to feel itchy, her nose filled with the scent of the earth. But she loved that feeling, that harshness and slight detachment. There. Now this girl will offer no resistance. Perhaps I may keep her for myself for a while? She imagined her fantasy captor would say, the doll by her legs stroked its non-existent chin before throwing its arms out wide.

Using the same rock, and picking up another, Yanagi telekinetically spread her physical legs wide with the stones, imagining them to be hands forcing her limbs apart. Her soul shivered in delight as the link between her soul and her body caused her body to arouse at what she was planning to do to it. Her rather short kimono (That she unfortunately couldn't wear the traditional way) offered no concealment, showing her underwear dampening already.

Ah, she's already wet for me. Reiko's imagined man said as she grinned, moving the doll up to her crotch, pawing at the dark spot. Did she come to the forest knowing what would happen? Ah, what a precious find I have here. I think I will definitely be keeping her.

With well practiced motions, her panties were pulled aside as Yanagi looked for a good enough tool. Her soul shivered as the sensation of cool air hit her hot lips, transferring the pleasure to her soul with no diminishment. Pleasure and Pain were sensations she never worried about losing, even if her soul was unable to feel them directly. Her body would send those sensations through their link to her soul, and she eagerly exploited that fact for her own desires.

Seeing nothing she wanted to use as a sexual aid, Yanagi mentally shrugged and dove down into her doll for a more direct role.

Blinking unblinking eyes, Reiko looked up at her body from her lowered position. She looked so large, but so at peace. So ****, despite knowing the 'dangers' of the forest she had imagined herself to be in. In fact, it was that she was so **** she had decided to wander in.

Her own pussy was in front of her doll body, just waiting to be plundered by anyone who stumbled upon her. Her body would not resist, could not resist as long as she was projected from it. She would be a toy for anyone who took her, and Reiko had always found that thought and position to be oddly titillating.

That was why she needed to trust utterly and completely whomever she lay with. She would never be able to resist projecting her soul, from watching as her body was turned into a living sex doll for the man she deign to have sex with. That detachment that let her see her body as an object, precious above all others though it may be, could lead to disaster should she not be wary of it. She wished to be a hero so earnestly, but could not do that if she let herself become naught but a toy for a man.

Oh, but the thought of such is exquisite. Reiko thought, mentally biting her lip as she plunged her doll arms into her pussy. To trust someone so completely that I would give myself to them entirely? Is that not the desire for true love?

The sensations of pleasure rocked both her body and her soul, inhabiting a body with no feeling though the latter was. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine someone else was doing this to her, using her body for their enjoyment.

She moved her arms up and down, swirling them around in the wet cavern of her fuck hole, poking and prodding all the spots she knew would make this end faster. As much as she wanted to draw this out, class would end not long from that moment. She needed time to calm herself and make herself presentable in public once more.

As her body began to breath harder, Reiko let her soul get lost, briefly, in the sensations that washed over her. She watched as her vaginal walls contract around her doll arms, enraptured by the rippling muscles that lubed themselves automatically without any conscious thought for what they were holding inside them. Her body squirmed just a bit but otherwise stayed perfectly still as she came onto her soul inhabited doll.

Reiko let her soul escape the doll, which flopped forward onto her slit, gently headbutting her clit and sending a second wave of orgasmic bliss through her body and soul. Her eyes were rolling in her ephemeral head as she wished she could touch her ghostly body. As it was, her hands dove down to her cunt and passed through as she tried in vain to plunder her phantom honeypot to prolong her bliss.

Reiko let her soul float limply in the air, panting heavily even though she didn't need to breathe from that body as the feelings she received from her physical form slowly petered off. When she could bring herself to move once more, she rolled over so that her naked stomach was facing the ground as she thought once more.

I will have to see when Kendo manages to talk Ms. Kayama into letting us take the seduction training. I may have the time to observe Midoriya more. If I find him worthy... I think I will show him my soul. She shivered once more at the ultimate intimate thought. I can only hope that he is as accepting as he seems.