WARNING: Contains gore and cannibalism! Read at your own risk!
This was written for neptune_bound on Archive of Our Own.
Blood oozes from the freshly made wound, turning green fabric into dark red, almost black.
He cuts off another chunk of decaying flesh, bringing it to his lips only to lap eagerly at the crimson liquid. A sigh of pleasure leaves his lips - almost in a moan - and he takes a gentle bite.
The taste is indescribable. So very sweet, filled with iron, warm on his tongue. His two-toned eyes glow with excitement as a wide smile finds its way upon his bloodied lips, and he takes in the sight of his meal once more.
A muscular frame now helplessly scattered onto the floor, made marionette. Tan, freckled skin turned white from blood loss, or perhaps from fear. A dilapidated costume, torn by swipes of a knife. Wild, green locks surrounding expressionless - peaceful? - features. Expressionless, except for a detail. The eyes.
God , those eyes.
Beautiful, sunlit eyes, always shining to make the room brighter, pools of summer grass and trees and moss and lakes. Eyes forever engraved with love and horror and so many questions. Eyes now veiled, did he pass after giving the first piece of meat, or the second?
He wants those eyes.
He has always loved them, after all. No one else will find use to them now.
He kneels before Izuku's face and laps the blood off his fingers, shuddering from the taste. One hand finds its way into green hair to keep his head in place. The second caresses a cold cheek before getting to work. He carefully shoves his fingers between Izuku's right eye and socket, getting a slippery grip around the orb. He slowly pulls. He meets some resistance, but doesn't force it too much, mindful not to squish it.
Something finally snaps, and the eye comes out easily, optic nerve still attached.
He brings the soft orb closer to his face, sending it an intense stare. He can faintly see his mirrored image. Izuku's earlier pleads and horror play in his mind, a crystal clear movie.
S-Shouto? What are you doing with that knife?
Why are you looking at me like this?
Shouto, l-love, please say something.
Slashes and swipings and stabs, rendering the hero Deku useless, dying. If he had fought back, if he had defended himself, if he hadn't let his love blind him… but no, he couldn't hurt his innocent lover , right?
S-Shouto, I-I'm sorry.
Their love had always been reciprocated, from the very first glance. Izuku had always been in the back of his mind, tempting him, telling him sweet nothings and murmuring the promise of their union. Calloused hands playing with red and white hair had always driven him crazy. Watching him from afar, following his every move, noting his every habit had been his favourite game.
Now he had him.
Had him in his hand, had him on his lips, had him down his throat, stuck between his teeth.
Heat rose up in his cheeks, turning them cherry red. He had him, finally, he was his and no one else's. He gave a toothy smirk, mind drowning in joy, unable to contain a squeal.
His celebration was short-lived, for the sounds of sirens and shouting announced the arrival of reinforcements. He quickly collected himself and got back on his feet. Sending a last glance to Izuku's bloodied form and his emptied eye socket, he turned on his feet. He had to leave, one eye would have to be enough.
As he bounced hurriedly to his escape route, bicolored hair turned a light yellow, chest grew and eyes became gold.
Toga left the building unnoticed, gently squishing the orb in her pocket.