Himiko gripped the knife with a steady hand. Her yellow eyes gleamed in the darkness, locked on Izuku's peaceful face as he slept on the futon.
Izuku kun looks so easy to break when he's asleep, she thought as she knelt beside the edge of the futon without taking her eyes off him. So cute... so perfect.
Her free hand reached out slowly toward Izuku's face. Her fingers brushed his cheek with creepy gentleness, tracing the line of his jaw in slow, soft strokes.
"I'd love to be you," she murmured in a voice so low it was barely a whisper. "I'd love to be inside you... to know what the world feels like through your eyes."
To her, that vulnerability was the highest form of beauty.
Himiko couldn't love something without wanting to possess it completely or become it.
Her hand kept stroking him with sickly tenderness. She ran her fingers through his messy green hair, feeling the soft texture between her fingers while her breathing deepened with every inhale of his scent.
"Izuku kun," she whispered, her voice thick with obsessive emotion. "You're so pretty when you can't run away from me."
Suddenly, Izuku mumbled something in his sleep.
"Ochako..."
Himiko's hand froze on his cheek. Her eyes widened slightly as she processed the name. Her expression shifted from excited ecstasy to a sudden blush, then slowly darkened into something colder. The corners of her mouth turned down while her grip on the knife tightened to a dangerous degree.
Ochako chan, she thought, a dark edge creeping into her mind. Right... his girlfriend who isn't his girlfriend.
But then Izuku finished the sentence with a sleepy mumble:
"Today I met a girl... with pretty thighs..."
The dark look on Himiko's face vanished instantly. Her cheeks lit up in a bright red that clashed with her pale skin. Her eyes turned bright and watery as her smile came back wider than ever.
"Ahh... Izuku kun!" she squealed in a high whisper. "You're so bad...!"
She brought her hands to her cheeks, squirming from pure excitement as she processed the words.
"You really think that?" she murmured, her voice trembling with joy. "You liked my legs while I was trying to take a little sip of your blood? You noticed me even when you were trying to fight?"
Her fingers stroked Izuku's cheek with adoration.
"If you keep dreaming stuff like that about me," she whispered against his ear, "maybe I'll let you wake up tomorrow... just so you can say it to my face while you bleed a little."
Himiko kept petting him tenderly as her heart pounded in her chest. She had promised not to take any of his blood, and the sweet things he had just said made her feel too good to ruin the moment.
Instead of cutting his skin, she leaned forward and ran her tongue slowly up Izuku's cheek, savoring the faint salty taste of him.
"Mmm..." she sighed in satisfaction as she pulled back.
Then she took her knife in steady hands and brought it close to Izuku's hair. With delicate movements, she snipped off a small lock of green hair while he kept sleeping, completely unaware.
Himiko tucked the lock into her shorts pocket with reverent care.
My first day as family, she thought with a sweet smile. I need a keepsake.
Pleased with her little trophy, she lay down next to him on the futon. She slid the knife gently along his cheek, tracing the line of his face without pressing hard enough to cut.
"I really wanna show my love to my hero," she whispered to herself as she moved the blade with dangerous affection.
When she pulled the knife away, getting ready to put it somewhere, something completely unexpected happened.
Izuku, still deep asleep, rolled over on the futon.
His arms stretched out instinctively, searching for something in his dream. They found Himiko's small body beside him and closed around her with surprising strength, pulling her right against his chest.
What...?
She, who was always the predator stalking her prey, was now the one being held. Izuku's arms wrapped around her completely, keeping her pressed firmly against his body.
She felt Izuku's body heat surrounding her. She heard the steady, calm beat of his heart right against her ear, the sound pulsing through his chest and vibrating into her own.
Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump.
For someone who lived obsessed with blood, feeling Izuku's steady, living heartbeat against her own chest gave her a kind of high she had never experienced with any of her transformations.
The knife she had been sliding along his skin with dangerous affection just moments ago now became a nuisance.
With terrifying skill, Himiko tucked it inside her shorts. She slipped it between her bare hip and the elastic fabric to make sure it wouldn't accidentally hurt him while they slept together.
Is this what it feels like to be part of someone without drinking their blood first? she thought as her mind processed brand new sensations.
Instead of taking the chance to stab him or cut him, Himiko surrendered completely to the moment. She curled up against him, burying her face in Izuku's neck and inhaling his scent deeply. Her arms wrapped firmly around his torso while her legs tangled with his.
"You're such a cheater, Izuku kun," she whispered against his ear. "Saying sweet things to me and then hugging me like this... if you keep being this sweet, I'm gonna end up wanting to devour you right here so you can never, ever let me go."
She closed her eyes and let herself feel completely safe for the first time in years.
*****
The morning light filtered through the bedroom window. The first rays of sun touched Izuku's face, pulling him slowly out of his deep sleep.
He shifted a little on his futon as his awareness came back gradually. A feeling of complete contentment filled his body even though he'd slept on the floor.
Hmm, he thought lazily as he surfaced from sleep. Even sleeping on the floor, this was one of the best sleeps I've had in months.
But something felt different.
A silky texture was brushing against his chin. A sweet scent filled his nose with every breath.
What is this?
He felt something incredibly soft in his arms.
Wait a second.
He opened his eyes slowly, blinking several times to focus his vision.
The first thing he saw was two feline yellow irises staring at him from inches away.
Okay, this is new, he thought calmly as he processed the situation.
Himiko was curled up completely against him, her arms wrapped around his torso with possessive firmness while her legs tangled with his from knees to ankles, their bodies pressed flush from chest to feet.
Her yellow eyes watched him with unsettling intensity, as if she'd been awake for hours just watching him sleep.
Okay, he thought as he did a quick analysis of the position. The girl who tried to kill me yesterday is now using my chest as her personal pillow. What a development.
He noticed that his right arm was tucked under Himiko's neck, numb from the prolonged position. His left arm was holding her against him by the waist. His fingers rested dangerously close to her butt, brushing the soft curve through the fabric of her shorts.
He felt the warmth of her body pressed completely against his.
This is surprisingly comfortable, he admitted honestly to himself. It's like having a warm, soft body pillow. Except this pillow has eyes and probably murder thoughts.
He looked at her directly. Her blonde hair was slightly messy. Her face had a satisfied expression, like a cat that had found the perfect spot to curl up in.
She looks adorable like this, he thought with appreciation. If we ignore the fact that she's a potential killer, this is almost romantic.
He didn't make any sudden movement to push her away. Instead, he looked her right in the eyes with a completely calm expression and spoke to her in a voice rough with sleep:
"Morning, Toga san. Sleep well?"
He didn't wait for an answer before continuing in a casual tone.
"Though I gotta ask: at what exact point did you leave the bed and decide to use my chest as a pillow?"
His fingers moved slightly against her back, stroking her unconsciously as he spoke.
She feels incredibly soft to the touch, he thought as his fingers explored the curve of her back. She's got curves in the right places even though she's so thin.
"Not that I'm complaining," he added with a slight smile. "You're pretty comfortable, you know that?"
He paused, enjoying the look on Himiko's face.
"Though I gotta admit, waking up with a cute girl in my arms definitely improves my opinion of sleeping on the floor."
Instead of letting her go like any normal person would've done, Izuku tightened his hug slightly. He pulled her an inch closer against his chest with possessive intent.
Two can play this game, he thought, amused. If she's gonna invade my personal space, I'm gonna take full advantage of it.
His hand slid from the middle of her back down to her hip, settling there firmly.
"You know," he murmured as he looked her directly in the eyes, "if you're gonna sleep with me, at least give me a heads up next time. That way I can mentally prepare to wake up with an adorable psycho on top of me."
Himiko finally spoke in a sleepy but happy voice:
"Izuku kun is really warm," she murmured as she snuggled closer against him. "And your chest is perfect for sleeping on. The bed was cold."
"So you basically used me as a human heater?"
"Mm hmm," she confirmed without an ounce of shame. "Izuku kun is my favorite heater now."
Izuku sighed with fake resignation, though the smile on his face gave him away.
Right then, he heard movement outside the room. Light footsteps in the hallway and the sound of running water in the kitchen.
Mom's already up, he thought as he looked toward the closed door.
"Toga san," he said as he patted her waist gently, "we gotta get up. My mom's already awake."
Himiko made an adorable sound of protest, pressing herself tighter against him.
"Don't wanna," she mumbled against his chest. "I'm good right here."
"Come on," Izuku insisted. "Up, lazy girl."
He gave her another soft pat on the waist. Himiko finally gave in, stretching lazily like a cat as she pulled away from him.
When she stretched, raising her arms above her head, her shirt lifted a little. Izuku couldn't help noticing the way the fabric accented her bare chest underneath.
Since she'd broken her bra in the alley yesterday, she wasn't wearing anything under the shirt. Her nipples poked through the fabric in soft bumps that were impossible to ignore.
Izuku's eyes followed the movement involuntarily, appreciating the tempting view.
Damn, he thought as he forced his gaze away. I definitely need to get her some underwear today.
He got up from the futon, stretching to wake up his stiff muscles.
Today's Saturday, he thought with growing anticipation. Beach training day with Ochako and Momo.
He'd agreed with Momo after classes that this Saturday she would join him and Ochako for their morning training, but...
I wonder how the girls are gonna react when they meet Himiko.
He glanced at her, already standing next to the futon with a lively expression on her face.
"Toga san," he said as he walked toward the door, "let's head to the kitchen. Time for breakfast."
He left the room with Himiko following close behind.
"Morning, mom," Izuku said as he walked into the kitchen.
Inko turned away from the stove with a warm smile.
"Morning, sweetie. Good morning, Himiko chan."
"Good morning, Mrs. Midoriya!" Himiko replied with exaggerated enthusiasm, practically bouncing toward the dining table.
Inko looked at her with a motherly, curious expression.
"How did you sleep, Himiko chan? Was Izuku's bed comfortable?"
Himiko smiled widely, her eyes sparkling with happiness.
"I slept amazing! It was the best night of my life."
Inko smiled at Himiko's happy expression.
"I'm so glad to hear that," Inko said warmly.
She dried her hands on her apron and walked over to the table.
"Izuku," she began as she poured coffee into two cups, "I was thinking I could take Himiko chan out to buy some clothes today. She needs proper things if she's going to stay with us."
Izuku shook his head as he took his cup of coffee.
"It's okay, mom. I've got beach training today with Ochako chan and Yaoyorozu san. After that, I'll take Toga san to the mall and buy her some clothes myself."
Inko blinked in surprise.
"Are you sure? I don't want you spending your money..."
"Completely sure," Izuku cut in firmly. "Besides, Toga san is my responsibility now. I'll take care of her."
Himiko, who'd been listening to the conversation in silence, felt her heart swell with emotion at Izuku's words. Her pupils dilated and the feline gleam in her eyes intensified.
New clothes... will he buy me something red? Or maybe something green so I match with him? she thought with overflowing joy. Izuku kun thinks I'm his responsibility. That means I'm important to him.
******
An hour later, they were both ready to leave. Izuku wore a black athletic shirt and shorts. Himiko was still in the same borrowed clothes from yesterday: the oversized gray hoodie and the sweatpants she had to keep holding up so they wouldn't fall down.
"See you later, mom," Izuku called out as he opened the apartment door.
"Take care of yourselves," Inko answered with a smile. "And Izuku, make sure Himiko chan doesn't get lost."
"Don't worry. I'll keep a close eye on her."
They left the apartment and started walking toward the train station.
As they walked, Izuku was thinking about all the questions he had about his Quirk.
Is it permanent? he wondered as he watched people go by. What exactly changed in their Quirks? Did my power upgrade them temporarily or permanently? Is there a time limit on the effects?
He needed answers. The only way to get them was to watch the girls train and see if the improvements held up without his direct contact.
He glanced sideways at Himiko, walking beside him with a smile on her face. She was chewing gum loudly, apparently without a care in the world.
And now I've got Toga san, he thought with curiosity. Another girl with a complex Quirk who needs training. Her manual mentioned I could reduce her blood addiction with the right protocol.
Well, he thought with resignation, I guess I'll find out soon enough.
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