Chapter made by DragonStoneH

Toga's Nightly Stroll

The streets were mostly empty. A few people in facemasks, rushing to and fro with hastily bought groceries, some essential workers in bicycles, warily eying the others. Disinfection crews in Hazmat suits, spraying chemicals around.

It was both easier and harder to sneak around. Everyone wore masks, glasses and caps, so it hid her identity already, but the protection of social stealth was completely gone. And cloth face masks were much, much uglier than just wearing another person's face! But since Himiko Toga was out with a higher purpose, she was alright, even if her chin was a bit itchy due to wearing a mask for hours on end.

With a hoodie and jeans, her hair in a ponytail, and cute hat on her head, she looked nothing like the Himiko Toga any heroes might be looking for. All but one of the heroes would probably overlook a somewhat shabby dressed girl out to buy some veggies and dry noodles to make at home. A few might identify her dark green DEKU hoodie, but a couple hundred of them had been peddled by the Hatsume Industries online store last Sports Festival, so not only crazy obsessed yanderes now had his merch.

Her shopping bag was just a piece of the disguise, though the bento box she had put inside it had a definite purpose in mind, and the snacks she had bought strategically would serve as well. After all, a hero needed quite a few calories, and more so after a blood donation, to someone so in need…Heroes were essential workers, of course he would.

Today there was no need for back alleys, for short cuts. She could walk out in the open, with little worry that anyone would be paying much attention to street cameras, or that anyone would spot her, which was always a risk when she used her own appearance, as several heroes, like Ochako and Tsuyu, knew her face, and they weren't exactly friends…But it was unlikely she would encounter them.

Few heroes had been assigned to the area, in an effort to prevent any sort of contagion through them, and all had been ordered to wear filtered facemasks. It had been easier for some than for others, and that was a big reason the area she had chosen was particularly understaffed. After all, it would take a few days for the hero Tsukuyomi to get a mask fit for his beak and his teacher, Hawks, had been ordered not to go out, due to fears his wings might carry the virus.

That left just six heroes patrolling, three each turn; Nejire-Chan, Gang Orca, Creati, Chargebolt, Earphone Jack, and, best of all, Deku. Her Izu-Izu, the man of her dreams, the boy of her best nights, the hero who kept trying to pull her to the side of good, even as she did the same to try and turn him. Her everything, and, at times, the blood donor who kept her Quirk's most negative impulses from overwhelming her and resulting in a bloodbath for her to sip on.

Her strategy was far from flawless, but she hoped that some assertive moves would do it well enough. Evade the other two, sneak into the closed off love hotel, give Izuku a heads up on a "possible break in" anonymously, ambush him with food and bites and all the good things in life.

She spotted the first hero of the day, Earphone Jack. Jirou. Nice mask. Combines well enough with the leather jacket, that kind of cybergoth style might just be your new thing. Now where's Kaminari? If you two are together, it might be another pair sneaking into the love hotel instead.

Toga kept her head down, and didn't even attract a second glance from Jirou. Yeah, just imagine I'm a stranger in one of your concerts, just forget about me. Good. Now, is Kaminari with you? Don't particularly find it difficult to sneak from Momo, her situational awareness could do with work, but Gang Orca's a true pro…

Jirou went her own way, and Toga kept on walking. So far so good. Let's keep going and get all the essentials; blood, cuddles, a nice good fuck… Police presence was minimal as well, but a Hazmat crew was quickly approaching, and she had to take a detour to avoid them and any possible questions. From a side street, Toga saw them spray everything with chemicals.

Most of the League didn't quite believe the virus was as dangerous as it was touted to be. Compress just wanted to grill, for gods' sake, the louder personalities of Twice were getting very stir crazy, and Spinner had been convinced by some article Dabi had shared with him that the 7G phone towers were to blame…but everyone else knew that Dabi was clearly messing with the lizardman.

The secret Todoroki himself was scared shitless. He didn't just have a weak constitution when it came to handling his ridiculous blue flames, apparently he also had a pretty bad immune system, which of course explained that time he had been bedridden for a whole week with a simple flu a year back. Shigaraki still used the "I took care of you when you were sick!" argument when Dabi pissed him off sometimes, though it had mostly been Tomura gingerly placing ice packs on Dabi while Doctor Ujiko bought an injection for the flu, and then the entire League holding Dabi down to get injected in his bum.

Ujiko was dead, for good or bad. Mostly for good, as Toga had learned that the good doctor had, for some reason, tried to change his legal name to be related to some 20th century war crimes and, of course, been denied by the government. Plus the part were he was shady as fuck and Toga didn't trust him. But still, she hoped that hell was to his liking after slipping on a banana peel and falling down twelve flights of stairs had cut his villainous career quite short.

Shigaraki was doing just fine. An excuse not to try and utterly destroy hero society as big as a dreadful virus presented itself once in a lifetime, and he was definitely enjoying it too much. Binging shows, finishing videogames that he had not had time for due to being a supervillain leader, even somehow claiming he had a girlfriend at one point.

Toga hoped he wasn't spending her hard earned (actually, violently mugged) money on some e-girl's page, blowing thousands of yen just to have a girl say his name. Not that Toga would judge, but that was money they could use on cute clothes for her! She had her eyes on a particular dress that was just superb…so if Shiggy was simping, he would get a good smack from Toga!

Speak of the devil. Shigaraki, out on the street, looking almost normal in his disguise; clean sweatpants, red sneakers, a very vintage Modern Warfare 2 t-shirt, and, instead of the hand he tended to use there most of the time, a regulation face mask. His hair was combed, for perhaps the first time in his 22 years of life, and he had a bag in hand. That box inside…chocolates, Tomura? You better have bought those to share. Wait…hold up. Hold the fuck up.

Are those for the girlfriend? I gotta watch this.

Shigaraki moved quietly and discretely, but he was, frankly, a chump at stealth. He wasn't quite as conspicuous as a sleepy Izuku trying to fumble about for his clothes and escape the heart of a villain hideout to make it to 8 a.m. class in time, but it was pretty close. Following him undetected was a breeze for Toga.

He walked to a plaza, where an elderly couple was walking their dogs, mindful of social distancing by staying almost seven metres away from each other, and yelling sweet old people things at each other from across the way. Besides those two, and a very bored Hazmat crew member disinfecting a lamp post, the place was empty.

Until she showed up. Energy surging around her arms and legs effortlessly holding her aloft and easing her descent to an almost fairy like quality, resplendent in her blue, teal and white hero suit, with a pastel coloured facemask, and with those cute little hair lops defying gravity on her head, Nejire Hadou landed among them, greeting the octogenarians happily, waving energetically at the Hazmat guy, and even approaching Shigaraki.

Interesting. What's this then, eh? Nejire stopped just a short distance away, remembering social distancing was a thing right before her enthusiasm made her get right on Shigaraki's nose. Toga took in the whole situation and found it quite charming; the ruthless, deadly villain leader reduced to the shy boy with no experience talking to girls that he truly was by the perky hero, how his legs shook slightly, how it was very much not a natural response to greet her just as casually.

But then he stopped. Toga saw him gather courage (quite awkwardly, if she might say so), and then he said something, too quietly for Toga to hear at the distance she was at. The hell are you saying, Shiggy? She CAN'T be this secret girlfriend, right? Right?

It was probably just a regular greeting to stay incognito. It didn't look like anything relationship-like…then again, Izuku was Toga's first boyfriend (and if she played her cards right, the only one she would ever be with!), and their flirting didn't look like that…Maybe it's a code? Nah, they definitely ain't together. I'll just get closer and see if I can ask her who else is patrolling, she's an airhead and will forget I even asked in a while, I'm sure.

Shigaraki walked away after a quick, polite goodbye, which contrasted enormously with the usual "I'm going out to go buy fucking ramen, you goddamn noobs!" he usually departed with. Just a façade?

As Shigaraki left, Toga approached the hero girl, stepping loudly and being right in the open so as not to spook her. Izuku had one time leapt ten meters up in the air when she had snuck up on him and started trying to tickle him, so she had learned her lesson that most heroes simply couldn't detect amazing infiltrators stepping up right behind them.

"Excuse me, miss hero?" Toga said, making her voice sound deeper and less cheery, all in hopes of avoiding recognition.

"Heya! What's up, friend?" Nejire-Chan answered. At this (social) distance, Toga could notice Nejire's mask actually had a design on it like a moe puppy's mouth, with the tongue out. It was absolutely adorable.

"Well, I heard people say that Deku patrols this area and…you know…" she pointed at her hoodie casually. "I know it's probably irresponsible to get him to sign my hoodie but…I can at least say hi? I'm a really big fan!"

"Oh yeah! He's like two blocks that way, just turn left from the street where that cute guy left." Cute guy? She means Shigaraki? Damn, girl, you might need some help…In fact, where are you going, Shiggy? Our hideout is not that way, in that direction there's just the cinema, the burger place, and the love hotel. If you buy me a burger, all is forgiven!

"Thanks!" Toga said, quickly starting on her way. Her plan was a go, now all she needed was to sneak into that love hotel…

"Oh!" Nejire said, reaching for her phone, which she had stashed in a pocket in her belt. "An alert…better alert the guys!" She clicked on an earpiece that was hidden behind her soft blue mane of hair, and said, "Deku! Earphone Jack! Somebody snuck into the love hotel! I'm gonna go get them!" As she flew away, Toga was pretty sure that Nejire had a smug, content smile on her face.

"Fuck you, Shigaraki, that was my plan!" Toga said, shaking her fist at the sky.

Izuku Midoriya crossed the rooftops with ease and agility, checking all the streets the buildings overlooked for people without facemasks and gatherings larger than five people. He wasn't exactly a stickler for the rules, as a secret love affair with a wanted villain probably attested to, but health authorities he would listen to every time, and use his influence as a hero to make sure others followed the health and safety rules as well.

He was thankful that his mask already had filters that far exceeded what the health authorities demanded for heroes and other essential workers; passive filters against particles, active filters against all types of gasses. Mei had truly turned a simple mouthguard into a fully functioning piece of kit, it was just perfect for the situation, and it let him be right in the thick of it helping.

UA had given the third years an option; have online classes for theory, or have practice in one of the biggest crises Japan had faced recently. Izuku had made a very easy choice. Compared to keeping a secret as big as Himiko Toga, going out to the streets to keep watch was too easy to decide.

Only Inko Midoriya knew about Toga. She had freaked out at first, but had been reassured when Izuku had assured her he would be safe in every sense of the word, and most importantly wouldn't make Inko a grandma just yet. After that, and meeting Himiko, she had been mostly fine with them being together. Mostly, as she was absolutely aghast at the idea of Himiko getting arrested, but both Izuku and Himiko had assured her that they wouldn't let that happen.

So far, patrol had been boring. Three and a half hours of touring the city of Musutafu and nagging a few stubborn idiots into going for masks, but besides that, nothing at all. The only thing he had to look forward was a text from Himiko; they had agreed to meet that day. The plan was simple; she would find a suitable, discrete place, and then he'd go there, and she'd likely jump out from a shadow and scare the living daylights out of him. And then they'd do a lot more, of course.

Nejire's voice on his earpiece caught him mid jump, not quite distracting him but making the landing a little rougher, "Deku! Earphone Jack! Somebody snuck into the love hotel! I'm gonna go get them!" That's not…if Himiko had done that, she wouldn't have triggered any alarms. This was someone else…with the same idea. Senpai, are you doing the exact same thing as me? Oh gods, this will be so awkward if we ever have to tell each other…

Himiko had probably noticed as well, as a text arrived a few seconds afterwards; "Change of plans, somebody stole my spot! I'll find somewhere else, gimme ten minutes!", followed by a couple dozen heart emojis.

He answered that it was alright, he would of course be fine with whatever place they could find. As long as it isn't her room in the League hideout, that place is difficult to get out from…If the LoV members woke up to use the bathroom or get a midnight snack as he tried escaping, there would be a fight; one time he had broken Dabi's arm in his way out, in another he had needed to throw Spinner to another room, and it had been extremely difficult to explain that time why his uniform had a burn mark near the abdomen. Thankfully Shouto had jumped in to his rescue, saying it had been a bit of early training where he had been careless, so there had been no more questions.

At least until people had noticed the bite marks on pool days, as well as the hickeys and a few bruises that were not from sparring, rather from bumping against objects in Himiko's bedroom. That had been quite awkward, but he had somehow managed to blush hard enough that it left his skin the same angry red colour and the teasing had eventually stopped.

He guessed a few classmates had their suspicions. Kacchan and Ochako both had valid reasons for disliking Toga, and now that they were together, they probably had the combined brains to figure out any secret Izuku could hold. Iida had almost given him the "birds and bees" talk, with quite a bit of stress on how knives were not to be used in bed. It had been about the most awkward talk in Izuku's life, and Camie joining in with her boyfriend's lecture on "please don't stick your genitals in crazy, my friend!" had made it a bit worse.

But he had moved on quite well! That is, until the virus.

It had started suddenly, and cases had spread like wildfire. The mortality and infection rates had everyone concerned, and Izuku secretly dreaded how vulnerable Himiko was to it all. If she caught the virus, there was so little she could do; if she tried going to a hospital, she would be arrested the moment she got better, if she tried fighting it at home, the chances of dying were larger.

The League had lost their only medic. Ujiko had suffered an accident and died; it was not at all the retribution Izuku would have wanted for the monster that had made the Nomus, but in the end he was gone, and the biggest source of healthcare available to Himiko had vanished that instant.

And that was why he was now worried. Their meeting was born out of desperation, out of missing one another too much, out of longing for the touch of each other. It was risky. He was pretty sure that he didn't have the virus, as he showed no symptoms and was in perfect health, but the simple act of going to the street was a risk. The only thing that eased his mind was that Himiko knew how to take care of herself, be it from an enemy hero or a global pandemic. She was resilient, she was a survivor.

Izuku's doubts wouldn't stop him from meeting Himiko. If anything, getting over his own fears and insecurities to do so was liberating.

His ringtone sounded suddenly, with a loud "I AM HERE" that Himiko found adorable for some reason. Izuku himself thought it was the most badass version of the phrase, sampled from a video of one of his fights! Maybe one day he would tell All Might about Himiko, but that would have to be some other time.

"Closed down factory offices, there's some dormitories here with a decent mattress!" said Toga's text. Izuku gulped and felt how flustered he was typing his response, about how he would be there shortly. He could already feel the anticipation, his body so ready to be one with Himiko again.

He considered for a second letting the others know about his location, but it would only be suspicious, so suddenly after Nejire had said something similar. Jirou was smart and she might put two and two together, and out the two heroes, and that was definitely not something he wanted. No, he would be discrete about it.

With a sprint across rooftops, jumping from building to building, and landing with a roll, Izuku arrived at the factory in good time. Just the thought of Toga's lips against his own, of their naked skin meeting…he decided to walk the rest of the way instead, as it was just awkward to sprint with a hard on.

The factory was not particularly interesting. Closed off due to the virus, with key employees working from home or receiving stimulus funding to stay afloat. This place would be more interesting if they manufactured All Might action figures…but it will do! At a glance it could be noticed that everything had been turned off except for fire alarms, and that nothing of value had been left behind. The security cameras were dead, which Izuku found a positive. Don't really want any voyeurs watching us, Himiko…

He found the doors unlocked one by one to lead him to the right place, and decided to focus in that instead of the eerie feeling the empty building gave him. "Dormitories…I'm on the right track…" he muttered to himself, seeing a sign on the wall pointing down a corridor. The factory probably kept dormitories for guards or overnight workers to rest, but Izuku didn't particularly care. A bed was a bed!

As he finally found an unlocked room, Izuku started to walk in, finding it empty at a glance. It was sparsely furnished (less stuff to bump against, good!), and the bed didn't seem to have any springs coming out, so it was all good…

Until a weight fell upon him from the ceiling, taking Izuku down to the floor. His eyes widened, trying to see his attacker in the contrast created by the translucent panel on the roof, and the person above him. He blinked, focusing on the person, but it wasn't necessary. Nobody else would throw away their facemask in a single, fluid move and reach out to keep his hands pinned to the side. Nobody else would smirk hungrily before kissing his neck.

Nobody else would straddle him like that. Nobody else would bit his neck, greedily drinking until she had her fill, and giving it a final lick from her crimson lips.

Just Himiko Toga. His girl, his entire world, his biggest secret.

"Did I drink too much?" Himiko said with a giggle.

"No, that was…that was perfect!"

Her hands were quickly on Izuku's facemask, removing it and throwing it away. She bit her lip in anticipation, closed her eyes, and went In for the kiss.

The kiss made every one of Izuku's senses flare up. The subtle sound of their lips meeting, the feeling of her hands joined with his, just beyond his gloves, and how soft and perfect her lips were, the scent of her pomegranate perfume, how beautiful she was up close before he too closed his eyes, and most of all, the taste; sweet lipstick, her even sweeter tongue, the unmistakeable iron taste of blood, his blood.

And it was just the beginning.

His outfit needed to go. Izuku started rising, holding Toga as she straddled him, first to sit back up, then to kneel and stand. With one hand supporting her legs, with the layers of cloth and leather becoming unbearable, Izuku grabbed one of the fingers on his other glove with his teeth and pulled, releasing it and throwing it away. They might be wonders of engineering and let him use ever more of OFA, but right now he needed to touch, he needed to feel.

Switching hands, he removed the other glove, just as Toga reached around to kiss his neck again, right where he was most sensitive at. He was even harder now, not even losing blood had changed that at all. If anything, the pain aroused him to an even higher level. He put her down and pressed yet another kiss on her lips, long and passionate.

With his hands and arms free, Izuku didn't waste any time. As one hand fumbled with Toga's belt and jeans button, the other sneaked up her hoodie. To his delight, she was wearing nothing underneath, and his thumb brushing against her nipple rewarded him with a delicious sigh of pleasure.

His hands were rough and disfigured by scars, but he still felt everything. Every inch of her skin as his hand caressed her breasts, as he cupped one under her hoodie. The fact that it was a hoodie from his own merch was just…perfect. He was hers, that was easy enough to see, but with details like that, he felt like she truly was his. For good.

The hand on her jeans lowered the zipper, slowly, and moved right in, tracing his fingers over her panties. They were soft cotton, in a light pink colour, and, as he reached down, completely soaked. "I missed you, Izu-Izu." Himiko said, breaking from their kiss, gasping as Izuku left her breast and took her shoulder in his hand, pushing her against the wall. "I see someone missed me too!" He hadn't even noticed when her hands had left his shoulders and back and had gone down to tease his dick.

He groaned at it, already feeling overwhelmed. He was still pretty new at sex, all things considered, but they had both found the things they enjoyed, and wanted to enjoy even more as they kept going. Of course, teasing was a game for two, and, still above her panties, Izuku started to move his fingers. His thumb found her clit, and he started slow.

Himiko's eyes widened, then she closed them, biting her lower lip. Izuku could see her mind already going blank, but she had enough willpower to keep undressing Izuku, which earned her a second or two of respite as his shirt was thrown to a corner, at the same time as she removed her hoodie, with a bit more care, but discarding it all the same.

The sight of her bare chest took Izuku's breath away; her full, perky tits, her abs and shoulder muscles, testament of her skill, strength and agility, her toned biceps, the curve of her hips. That scar on her collarbone, from duelling another knife fighter. That tiny birth mark just above her belly button. "Like what you see?" she asked, with a dastardly smirk. She was not shy at all about her body, but only Izuku knew it in such an intimate manner.

"Y-yeah…I just…I love it!" Izuku was sure that he was grinning like an idiot, and that it was the opposite of seductive, but he was past caring. He wanted her, he needed her. In every way. A kiss on her neck, then her collarbone, then both breasts. The taste of her nipples, her moans of pleasure in his ears, the way her body shook.

He had no mercy. With one hand he held her against the wall, with the other he pulled down her jeans, making them drop all the way to the floor. He tried to just move aside the panties, but he was focused on kissing all of her body, too focused…and he tore the panties by accident. The pieces of cloth fell down among her jeans, and Himiko just stepped out of them.

"S-sorry! I…I tore your panties by accident!" Izuku apologised. He would buy her all the lingerie in the world if she wanted.

"I…well…those panties were a bit old anyway, was gonna throw…throw them out.." she said, as Izuku's fingers traced their way around her pelvis, and, by the time his fingers were on her lips, she was fully flustered and gasping. "Go…go slow. We haven't…haven't seen each other in some time."

He nodded an began, slipping in his index finger as she moaned into his ear, eyes wide, hips shaking. In and out, he went, at a steady, slow pace, almost too slow at first, giving her clit the attention it deserved. "Fuck…that's good…you can go…faster now. I'm…I'm yours. Make me yours. DO IT!"

As Izuku thrust in another finger, going faster, she bit into his shoulder, hard. The stabbing pain of her fangs, of his blood being licked, of his cock pressing hard against his underwear and his pants…and the pleasure he was making Toga feel, all exploded as her hips moved uncontrollably and even her bite wasn't enough to muffle her orgasm.

"Was I…good?" Izuku asked earnestly. His hand was completely soaked, and Toga's shaky grin was the biggest reward in the world. A bit of 1% Full Cowl at the end for extra speed had really helped!

"More than good. Perfect." Himiko said, taking his hand and licking it clean, finger by finger, making Izuku moan and pant, feeling her tongue going bit by bit, all the while she looked at him right in the eye.

"Himiko, that's…that's so good, but I…"

"You want to fuck me, right? Make love to me? Claim me in every possible way?" she asked, placing Izuku's hand on her cheek.

"Exactly" Izuku said, and her brought her face in close for yet another kiss.

"My turn, then." Himiko said, pushing Izuku onto the bed, taking off his pants quickly, only pausing to retrieve a condom from his pockets. Grinning, she tore the wrapper and placed it in her mouth, as her hands went up and down Izuku's shaft.

With a quick kiss she placed it on Izuku's dick, and then went as far down as she could with her mouth, before she gagged and moved away, "I…sorry, I'm that used to this, I uhh…" Himiko said, a bit bashfully, but Izuku's happy smile ended that quickly. She lowered the rest of the condom with her hands, and eagerly straddled Izuku's hips, placing herself right on top of his cock, just ready to start.

"You're the best, Himiko, I…I really love you." Izuku said, his fingers grabbing onto her loose hair and just admiring how soft and nice her hair was.

"You just say that because…FUCK! That's…that's good…" she said as she lowered herself right onto him. She clenched around him, and the warmth of her…It was perfect. "You just say that cause you get to fuck me, don't you? Because you like how tight I am?" Toga asked, as she moved up and down.

"No," Izuku said, the instant he was lucid enough to speak, "I really do love you!"

"You'll be the death of me, Izu-Izu…making me fall like this." Himiko almost yelled, between moans of bliss. She was going faster and faster, and her walls were only tighter, practically milking Izuku. He felt his eyes roll to the back of his head as his mind went blank, nothing in his brain but Himiko, nothing except how they were joined.

"This is…you're going…I'm going…Himiko, please…I love you so much!" Izuku said, incoherently, just saying whatever his mind managed to grasp as Toga kept riding him, as they got closer, as her moans got louder, lewder, as he shivered in pleasure and his hips moved of their own will to fuck her even harder.

"Izu-Izu…I think I'm gonna…I'm gonna cum again! Cum with me, cum for me! Do it! You're mine, forever and ever, Izuku, you're mine!" she yelled, running her hands through her hair, eyes unfocused, her mouth half open in expectation…

Izuku knew that he could make it. She was close, and he could still hold on, just a few instants longer, resist….resist… "Himiko…I'm getting too close…"

But he made it. "Cum with me now! Yes! YES!" He felt the sweetest release, the connection with Himiko, their shared bliss. Her body still shook as he slid off from inside her, and she rested on his chest, gasping for air. "That…that was fun, Izu-Izu. I do mean what I said, you know? You're mine, but only because I'm yours."

They shared a soft kiss, still trying to catch their breath. Izuku played with her hair, and Himiko gently traced her fingers around his chest…it tickled a bit. "When this fucking pandemic is done, we should really do something about our situation, Izu-Izu…"

"Yeah, I don't want to hide anymore." Izuku said, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"A nap, a meal and we fuck again?" Himiko asked, a sly grin on her face.

"You don't even need to ask."

THE END