Have a Valentine's day surprise for you guys! Been working on this one for a while, but alas, the next 'book' to the 'series', Wrath! Just some background (please, skip this shit):

So I realized, there aren't many stories that deliver Toga as a personalized character. Yeah, we haven't seen much of her, but during my searches, I haven't found many compelling stories of her with a character that I believe capture her imbalances. So, I thought I'd take on the challenge.

This is going to be my most powerful piece yet (or I'll try to make it so), so I'll be finishing Envy and Lust respectively so I can focus on this story. So Wrath'll kinda be sittin' here for a while fellas. (NOTE: this won't be like Lust, where there's plots that won't make sense unless you read Envy; majority of this will make sense, having read Envy or not.)

If you haven't checked out the others, never fear!

s/13117791/1/Envy

s/13117846/1/Lust

Much love, Plus Ultra! ~ Nyan

"Ma'am are you ok?" A woman approached a saddened girl who was trapped in the tranquility of the cafe. Lullabic melodies played in the background, and the aroma of tea and incense was the perfect catalyst for spawning nodes of depression. It was depression, on the girl's face. The woman could read any expression, especially one's related to the dark corners of the human heart. "No no- don't tell me. It's totally a guy, you have the expression all over your face."

"Gee, that's nice to hear." The brown-haired girl furrowed her eyebrows, heaving and resting her head further into her hand. "Heh, I know what it feels like- you know, when you want someone so badly, and the sting of them not wanting you back." "I'm sorry, have we met? Cause' I'd rather be alone, so..."

"Oh my gosh I- where are my manners- I'm your waiter." The woman placed the ordered glass of water down on the table, the brisk drink refreshing while the sliced lemon oozed citrusy goodness. "But like...I don't know, I feel like we should be friends." A hand was reached out, and the brown-haired girl would gaze with skepticism. But being rude was poor practice...especially to upcoming heroes.

"Mito! Mito Hagoki!" A rather bright smile would be followed after the exchange of greeting.

"...Ochako Uraraka."

"May I?" Mito asked before taking a seat (Uraraka hadn't even said yes or no). Legs out, elbows on the table, this lady had no manners, Ochako thought. She was going on about random scenarios, some of which about her past relationships, and others about heroes and villains. Speaking of the superhuman world, this lady seemed quite...well, quite normal. The talk of the town was always quirks, but she didn't seem to exert anything out of the ordinary. Uraraka kept her abilities to herself to avoid any insinuation, but there was one thing she had:

Beauty.

Mito was a character, that much she could tell. But man, was she gorgeous. A fair lady about in her mid-20s, luscious black hair that frolicked like Uwabami's, and perkiness and curves that made even the likes Uraraka timid.

"But you're a cute girl Ochako, really. You stick with me, alright?" Mito crossed her legs and sat back with masculinity. She wasn't afraid to show her personality to the world and the pink-cheeked girl was taken by that. Not to mention, she was pretty funny; even people who blatantly read a melancholy face could be good company.

"Wanna know what I do when I'm in the dumps about a guy?"

"What do you do?"

"...you ain't gonna laugh?"

"Mito!"

"Alright alright!" She got serious, as if switching characters. The curious girl was desperate to know the secrets of getting him off her mind and leaned in with her newfound friend. Mito cupped her mouth and looked around for any ongoing eavesdroppers, then focused her attention on Ochako's ears.

"...I suck on ice cubes."

Uraraka quickly sat back in her seat, her face speaking of scrambled confusion. "Huh?"

"Y'know, I didn't really say it, but like, I was really hoping this was gonna be like a 'no-judgement zone' kind of thing?" The umbra-haired woman reached into Ochako's glass and did the unthinkable...no, the unthinkable was Mito sticking her fingers in her drink. She pulled the thickest ice cube by the looks of it and plopped it in her mouth! "Hey!" Ochako exclaimed before salvaging her infected refreshment. "Suck, suck, suck…what?" The waiter would've loved to know what all this disgust was about, but was too focused on her succulent efforts, bleeding with bliss at the feel of the crisp water trickling down her throat. Mito then shook her head to reset, tackling this lesson with a different approach. "Alright- how about, instead of making funny faces and googly eyes…" she gestured the actions, before nodding to her friend's drink. "Why don't you try it out."

Uraraka looked to her glass with uncertainty, then back to the woman who foolishly smiled at her in anticipation.

"You know you, like, totally wannaaa…~"

The rosy-cheeked girl would continue her swapping of targets before rolling her eyes, grabbing a cube, and indulging in this foolery. Her cheeks were sucked in as brain freeze took effect, but the warmth of her mouth made the washing of glacial crisp liquids down her throat soothing. It was...kinda nice, to be honest.

"Ayyyye! There we go! See- bitch, just stick with me." Those were the words that solidified this bond- w-were those her rice cakes she was munching on!? Because the line was drawn at Ochako's rice cakes. But this lady was super cool! She liked this, making a new friend was always...huh.

"Hey Mito. I never noticed your eyes are too different colors."

The waiter was stunned with realization as Uraraka gawked. "That's incredible, one's as blue as the ocean, and the other one…"

Suddenly, Ochako felt as though she'd fallen into a frozen lake, too frosted by the gaze of more so Mito's other eye; crystalline golden amber that encased a feline stare, Ochako felt like her darkest desires were being explored without her consent.

"Oh, uh, y-yeah. You know me, heh…" Mito stood while cursing at whatever the hell that meant. 'You know me', what? She overly stretched and spoke with a high-pitched voice. "Welp, my shift's just about up." The waiter whizzed around and snapped at the startled girl who was too paralyzed in her seat. "But hey! I'll be here tomorrow, so let's do this again!" "Y-yeah…" Ochako watched as the woman was cloaked in the shadow of the cafe, waving two fingers of salutations as she slung her apron over her shoulder.

"Peace out!" Mito walked out of the cafe while waving to her coworkers, and swapped personalities as her face grew dull and mysterious. She walked with a strictly-business pace, hands in her pockets and head low while entering privileged boonies: the buildings weren't of the worst of the city, god no. But even the alley cats pulled their heists and schemes in this part of the neighborhood. Mito shuffled for the keys of her apartment with a watchful eye before entering.

Inhale...exhale. An exhale a lot stronger than what was called for. More like a heave. "Shit!" She spat before closing the door with her weight, her mind was scrambled. She ruffled her hair then made her way to the bathroom while chattering mindless nonsense. Articles of clothing were abandoned without effort, and by the time the sink water trickled a bit before running, a feline eye of gold would find its pair staring into the reflection of eternity in the mirror.

"I'm done for! H-h-he's gonna ask about my day, an…" A rather innocent voice ripped through the air, as a body stood bare and naked, brimming with anxiety. "But I can't lie to my precious baby…" Hair fell out in a disastrous manner, melting into the sink and watered down.

A splash of water graced flushed cheeks. And like make up, Himiko Toga would shed yet another face.

"Ugh, he's gonna be so upset with me…"