The sound of the door opening caused a brief moment of panic to fill his body and he ducked down behind the pedestal he was standing beside. It... was not the best hiding place, he had to admit. It was also unexpected. Izuku had studied the rotation of the guards and this room should be clear for twenty more minutes. So if it wasn't a guard...

He peeked over the pedestal, looking to the door and straining to hear other sounds. A soft clicking was moving slowly closer and he spent a long moment searching to pinpoint it. Letting his eyes trail the ground, he found the black heels as they walked the floor. He couldn't see anyone, but they were obviously there.

Dark dainty gloves dragged themselves along the wall, tilting all the paintings that hung on the wall. That behavior confirmed it for him. This wasn't a guard, this was a rival.

"T-that's rude, you know!" He called out, standing up from his hiding spot. The clicking of heel stopped and the gloves paused mid-air. "Someone went to a lot of trouble to get those just right."

"Oh my!" The gloves rose. They were long enough to indicate a bend in the arm and he imagined hands pressed to cheeks. "This is so embarrassing! I thought I was alone." Her voice was chipper and expressive, a clear contrast to her physical transparency.

"Funny," He told her. "I had a similar thought when that door opened."

She giggled. "Forgive me for startling you."

He gave her a smile. It was forced, but he hoped that it wouldn't come off that way. "Forgive me for embarrassing you. I don't usually have company at places like this."

The gloves moved again and from their position he assumed that she was putting her hands on her hips. "You could give me a name before asking me out on a date."

Izuku flushed red. "A d-date? That's not-" His stuttering was interrupted by her laughter.

"I'm joking. I'm joking." The high heels began to move closer. "I've got a date with that diamond there."

"I'm sorry to hear that," He replied. "I would have really...enjoyed a date."

She paused gloves lifted to where he assumed her face to be and one shoe rose off the ground. He could nearly imagine her surprised pose as she asked, "With me?"

Izuku grinned. "No, with the diamond." He quickly snatched the diamond off its pedestal. Stuffing his prize into a bag, ran toward the window as the alarm blared.

"Wait, that's mine!" The sound of clicking heels increased and he assumed that she was chasing him. "Stop!"

Something hit him in the back of the back of the head and it was reflexive to look back and see what it had a moment to realize that the object that had hit him was her shoe before a dark glove was smashed into his face.

"Fuck!" Izuku exclaimed, bringing one hand up to his face where she'd punched him. He felt a tug on the bag he'd stuffed the diamond into, but his grip didn't lessen. He dropped to the ground and swept his leg out in front of him. He couldn't see her, but he could feel himself make contact.

There was a soft thud as she hit the ground. "No fair!" She groaned.

"You can't talk about fair when you sucker punched me!" He said as he hurried to his exit.

"I'm not done yet!" She yelled.

He ran to the open window, placing his hands on the ledge just as he felt a weight jump onto his back. The sudden weight threatened to tip him forward and he flailed his arms, trying to regain his balance.

"Did you just jump on my back?" He questioned incredulously.

"Yes!" She yelled in return, her loud exclamation right beside his ear. He felt her legs wrap tightly around his waist before she hit him on both sides of his head with the flat of her palm, hoping to disorient him.

Izuku took a few steps away from the window and slammed his back, and therefore her on his back, into the wall. "You are very determined," he told her. "But so am I."

She gasped in pain and he felt her hands dig into his shoulders as she tried to hold on. He prepared to slam her back once more.

"Who's there?" A voice called out, a voice that Izuku could only assume to be the security guard that was supposed to be watching this place. A flashlight began to sweep across the room as the guard searched for the intruder.

They both swore at the same time.

"You made me waste too much time!" He hissed.

"Shut up! I know how to get us out of this," She whispered. "Close your eyes."

"What?"

"Trust me."

"I don't!"

"Do it!" She told him sternly before pressing her dark gloves over his eyes. He tightened his hold on the sack containing the diamond and closed his eyes.

"Fine. Make it quick," He told her.

"Okay," She said softly. Then she yelled, "Hey guard!"

Izuku could have strangled the woman in that moment.

"Who's there?" The guard asked, followed by swearing and a small thump.

"Alright," She said, uncovering his eyes. "Whatever your exit strategy was, the time for that is now."

With a brief look around Izuku could see that the security guard had dropped his flashlight and was covering his eyes. He didn't waste any more time. "Hold on," He told her. He felt her tighten her grip and then he vaulted out the window. She muffled a squeal of surprise by pressing her face into his shoulder. He could feel the warmth of her body pressed to his own, feel her breast as he pushed against his back. His face heated up at his wandering thoughts.

He brought back to reality when he dropped down onto the fire escape. He wasted no time climbing down and making the short leap to the ground. She was so light, her weight so comforting, that he was able to put her out of his mind entirely. He followed his pre planned escape route, going through alleys and ducking through buildings in case he was followed, but no one appeared to be on his tail. He ended his route on the top of an abandoned building that offered a good view of the surrounding layout. He put his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

"Wow, you really got out of there."

After so long, it made him jump to hear her voice. He'd nearly forgotten that he wasn't alone.

"I suppose since you did all that work, you can keep the spoils," She told him. "But I won't let you off so easily next time."

He grinned at her. "So what did you do to that guard back there?"

"That was my special move!" She exclaimed. "I'm not going to give away the secret, though."

He chuckled. "Of course not."

She walked around him, something that he could only tell because she still had gloves on. "You never did give me a name."

"You never gave me one either," He replied.

"Oh gosh, you're right! Where are my manners?" She waved her arms around and he couldn't help but think it was cute even without the any other body language. "Call me Femme Fatale!"

"Femme Fatale, huh. You seem too cute for a name like that," He spoke without thinking.

A gloved finger poked at his chest. "Don't underestimate me, buddy!"

He held up his hands in surrender. "Wouldn't dream of it."

"And now you're teasing me with the diamond."

He hastily lowered the hand holding the sack. "Th-that's not what I meant!"

She giggled at him. "Just teasing."

Izuku sighed deeply. "You tease a lot."

"I like to have fun on the job," She told him. "So, that name?"

He thought about it for a minute. "Phantom."

"Alright," She said, pulling off one glove. "I'll see you around, Phantom." She tugged off the other glove and then he had no way of knowing where she was.

"Yeah, see you around," he said to the empty air.