Izuku was sweating. The mild heat of the concrete room doing nothing to phase him as he looked ahead. All he could hear was the rapid, drum-like pounding of his heart getting faster and faster the longer he stared at what was on the other side of the mirror. Within seconds he saw every possible crime he had committed, every little slight or petty argument that would lead to far worse things. Each bit of violence and pain that he inflicted to others and had inflicted on him.

He curled his fists, clenching unconsciously to try and relieve the stress building inside him like a bomb. What did she do? What happened? Why was he here? What did she say? Did she mention anything about them? About what they did together?

All Might stared at him with a mixture of naivety and confidence believing that there was nothing his ward could do wrong. The same could not be said of Eraserhead and Detective Tsukauchi who both gave him a professional coldness. They knew something was wrong about this situation, but to their credit it wasn't that hard to see given how focused the teen had become. His eyes lingered on the villain, the criminal, the killer, the torturer and the way he looked at her, that was not the expression of one faced with something vile and evil. No, it was the face of a man who was threatening to lose his self control.

Izuku continued to watch as his biggest failing looked up at him, unable to see him throughout the one way mirror but somehow staring right at him. He knew this would happen, he knew it and that wasn't enough to make him end what they had. There was something about her that always drew him back and she knew it. Maybe it was her needy personality or how she acted so differently towards him then anyone else or maybe it was because she was the only one he could be shameful around and feel fine.

His teeth grinded together as he fought to contain himself. Breathing became difficult and as if to drive the point home, every scar and cut she had given him began to give off that little bit of annoying, reminding pain. Turning away from the mirror, he looked at the detective knowing the blood had drained from his face. Tsukauchi held his gaze, watching every twitch of his face before addressing him.

"She's cooperated so far, but her demands were that you speak with her and refuse to give anymore information unless you two meet. Now, once you step past that door we can't completely guarantee your safety and everything said will be recorded, do you understand?"

Izuku nodded dumbly. He could see thousands of possible pathways into hell that would start right here and yet that wasn't his main concern, at least if his heart had its way. Stealing one last private look at the girl he gritted his teeth once more.

"Yes I understand...but what's going to happen to her?"

The detective squinted at his words, as did the Underground hero. They both shared a singular thought in that moment. That too was of no current consequence as everything seemed to fade as Izuku continued to stare pale faced at man. For a brief moment Tsukauchi scanned the clipboard in his hands and stayed stoically cold.

"Given her willing surrender there is the possiblity of a lighter sentence and a lot of what will happen will be decided in court, but as of now she's facing a possiblity of life in prison due to the kiddnapping, torture and murder of over twelve people."

More blood drained from the young man's face with a terror that he couldn't hide. The green of his eyes went wide in a panic and he had stopped breathing as the realization of what that meant hit him like a punch to the groin. Slowly he reached a hand over his face and tried to lessen the emotion, feeling his vision be marred by the palm and momentarily block out the world. Shaking this dread away he cracked his knuckles and moved past the three to reach the door.

"Let me in, I'll deal with her."

His voice was like stone, heavy and unwavering in where it was. The detective nodded silently and pressed a button to undo the magnetic locks on the door which swung open. Izuku cast a glance one last time at All Might before walking inside and shutting the door behind him. He stood as a pillar in the small space when he met the yellow eyes of the one person who brought all this upon him. Her face was runny with wet mascara and her hair was even more of an unkept mess then usual, she was in pain and he hated it.

She shrank away from his gaze, both comforted by his presence and ashamed of it. It grew worse when he took the seat opposite to her and remained quiet. Their eyes didn't meet, the tension was too great, the fear too overwhelming. It wasn't until she reached out a hand to his and held the little bit that was in reach. Handcuffs chained her tightly to the table, but he didn't remove her hand. Instead he grabbed it in turn and ran a thumb over it.

Never did she want to see him like this, to see him angry, truly angry at her foolishness and he knew it. Shame was something she worked to suppress and he brought it out of her, he was a chain that was tethered around her soul and she was a hook into his. Eventually she looked into his emerald eyes and found something akin to an anchor in this chaos, he was mad, but she could see the worry, the love he had for her.

She didn't know what to say, so he began to speak in that gentle, fatherly manner that made her feel safe.

"Himiko, what happened? Did someone hurt you?"

The villainess gripped his hand harder, her petite hand squeezing the calloused skin and finding familiarity in the sensation. For a moment she hesitated, not doubting for a second how'd he react, but she had come so far, given up so much and now all that was left was the honest truth.

"I...I gave up."

Izuku raised an eyebrow, genuinely not understanding what that meant.

"What?"

She wanted to look away, to just hold him and be swept up in the numbing passion they had for one another, but she couldn't. He'd never forgive her for being so weak.

"I gave up being a villain and I quit the League. I've told the police everything they wanted to know and I'm going to try and get my life back."

He jerked away, fury mounting in his heart and nearly jumping out of his seat in his rage. He wanted to scream, to shout and berate. "Don't you know how dangerous that was!?", "They'll lock you up in a cage and never see the light of day again, they could have killed you!", "Don't put yourself at risk like that!" But he didn't, he was rarely that forthcoming in his temper, yet she knew exactly what was going on inside him.

So he allowed the anger to rest in his veins and return to where he was, scooping up her hand and squeezing it like she might disappear. Quickly that turned into a melancholic sorrow as he dedicated the touch of her skin to memory for what very well may be the last time ever. Looking up at her he smiled weakly, accepting the defeat of things.

"I...I'm proud you did that. Now what do you want going forward? I can maybe try and get some leverage thrown your way, but...just why? Why would you give up the life you claimed to love so much?"

This time indignation filled her soul as only a scorned woman can. She grasped his hand once more, twisting it somewhat to get his attention to her eyes.

"Because I saw how it would end, I saw every person I care about dead because of some stupid squabble or conflict and I wouldn't be far behind and I couldn't do that to you. I remember what you said the last time we...felt good, about how you wished that we could have a good, long life together and that it wasn't possible because of who I am."

She stood up from the chair, grabbing both his hands as the little room the chain could allow was stretched to its limit. Conviction was bright in her being and she held every word as an act of defiance against what the world saw her as.

"But I'm Himiko fucking Toga and I can be whoever I wanna be and I want to be with you. I'd rather live a long, normal life with you then a short, shitty one alone where I die in a ditch or get taken out by some crook who got lucky. Because that is what makes me feel good."

She pointed a finger at him, poking him sharply in the chest almost as if he had wronged her somehow.

"And you make me feel good so a life without you ain't worth living as I see it."

Her hands withdrew from him and slammed down hard on the steel table, rocking the room in sound as whimpering came from under her blonde hair. Soon tears began to flow down her face and she hit the table twice more until she was a sobbing mess. Her body fell from the chair, crashing to the floor without thinking about anything other than her own pain. Izuku for all his flaws still remembered the countless times this had happened and he reacted without thinking. Kneeling down and wrapping his arms around her while she tried the same to him.

Internally he tightened his muscles as he felt her move towards his neck. Fangs the size of a person's pinkie finger pierced the area just below his windpipe where his shoulder met and his collarbone merged. Blood seeped out in tiny waves from her mouth as the vampiric fangs contacted the rough resistance of his collar bone, squeezing tightly against it and slightly retracting to bite again.

He grimaced at the pain, having long gotten used to it in moments such as these and chose to focus on the feel of her hair and the smell of her perfume. Instantly the door swung open as the heroes rushed in, but they halted when Izuku raised up a hand, stopping them from interfering as he gently stroked her back. Nothing came from her but sobs and soon she pulled her jaws away from him and nuzzled into his chest as she came undone.

Daring to look at the people around him, Izuku stole a glance at his mentor and the expression on All Might's face said one thing and one thing only.

"You are going to explain this. Now."

He turned away from the Number One hero and ran a thumb over her cheek, she ceased crying and just stared at him in such a broken, needy way that it hurt his heart. They shared a moment once more where each searched the other for conformation. "Are you going to be okay?"

They both nodded and separated, feeling stronger then they had been. Izuku followed his teachers out of the interrogation room while Tsukauchi went in with a voice recorder.

As he made his way out into the offices of the metro force, he knew that there were harder days ahead and strangely, that made him smile.