"Sorry I'm late!" Ochako apologized as she rushed into the nurse's station, a rush of frazzled brown hair and embarrassment. "I overslept!"

"You're lucky I was on shift!" Jiro said as she spun around in her chair, holding a folder in one hand. "I made sure to grab the new coma patient for you when we were assigning new patients."

"New coma patient?" Ochako tied her hair back and took the file from her coworker's hand.

"Some writer by the name of Izuku Midoriya. He was caught in that big gas main explosion on the edge of town earlier today. Took some pretty bad blows and fell into a coma."

"Gas main explosion?" Ochako froze. Crap.

She knew that wasn't a gas main explosion, but rather a Magi cleaning up the mess of one of his peers. According to Himiko, it involved an experimental hamonculus that went out of control.

"Yeah," Jiro said, typing on her phone to pull up the story. "There was a gas main under a bridge that blew up, taking out the whole thing! Luckily there weren't any cars on it. Unfortunately for green bean here, he was under the bridge when it happened. I'd say he's lucky to be alive."

With an exaggerated sigh, she opened the file. She knew it was her job to help cover up incidents like this, but she was about to beat her old record! It had been almost two weeks since she last had to clean up someone else's mess.

Oh well, time to reset the clock.

Looking at the picture, she understood why Jiro called him Green Bean. He had messy green hair and, at the time the photo was taken, also a matching green shirt. That seemed fitting for someone with the name Midoriya, Ochako thought.


After making the rounds with the rest of her patients, Ochako made her way to the room of her new patient. Stepping to the foot of the bed, she picked up his chart and began examining it, eyes drawn to the blood type.

Blood Type: O-

Her eyes went a little wide. She had never seen someone with that blood type before! Sure, they had some in the blood bank, but it was always used up before it needed to be disposed of. And even if she was a vampire now, she wasn't going to steal any blood just to try it.

She looked at the coma patient again, his rounded face giving him a youthful appearance despite being in his mid-twenties. One half of his face was battered, bruised, and swollen, while the other half was pale, accenting his freckles.

Well… he wouldn't notice a few drops of blood missing, would he?

Ochako found her curiosity overriding the good sense she had developed over the past two years and pulled a blood vial from her scrubs, inserting it into the tube and drawing a few drops into the vial with practiced ease.

Freeing the blood, she stared almost reverently at the crimson liquid before removing the rubber stopper and pressing the vial to her lips.

It tasted so sweet and delicious, unlike any blood she had sampled before. While she had learned early on that each type of blood has a unique flavor, they tended towards a more savory taste. In many ways, it reminded her of mochi, the delicious treat that had long since been denied to her since she had become a vampire.

She instantly regretted it, because now she wanted more. Not out of any need for blood. Her job ensured that she and her sister never had to worry about hunting for blood. But she wanted to experience the sweet flavor again.

Nobody would notice, right? Least of all the man in front of her.

Circling the bed, she pulled his gown down to reveal a bruised shoulder. Perfect, nobody would notice a little bite mark. Leaning in, Ochako felt her fangs elongate as she bit into the tender skin, blood welling to the surface as she greedily took in several mouthfuls. Reluctantly, she stopped, already longing for more but knowing that if she kept going, there would be a completely different problem.

Besides, assuming he stayed here for a while, there would be plenty more opportunities.

Wiping her mouth with a tissue, she straightened out Izuku's gown and made sure he was laying there comfortably before she left the room to continue her rounds.

But for the rest of the night, she couldn't get the image of a green-haired stranger with the sweetest blood she had ever tasted out of her head.


Ochako fell into a routine over the next week. She would make her rounds, and always arranged it so that Izuku was the last patient she visited every evening. Once there, she would lock the door, check his vitals and, if they were high enough, she would indulge herself on a few mouthfuls of his blood. If she had thought about it more she may have realized something was odd about the rate he replenished blood, but she was too excited by her daily indulgence to notice.

She thought she had everything under control, but two days of break were enough for guilt to begin creeping into the back of her mind. When she ended her shift in Izuku's room, she pulled his shirt down as she had done all of the previous week, and began drinking his blood, sucking several mouthfuls of the sweet vitae, when suddenly the image of Izuku giving her a horrified look struck her like a bolt of lightning.

"What am I doing?" Ochako asked in horror as she pulled away from the man as if he was made of fire.

Wiping her mouth she felt something wet running down her cheek. Tears. Something that she had thought dried out long ago. She saw the man laying there, so peaceful, with no judgment on his face about the fact that she had just drunk his blood. Somehow, it made the image in her head even worse.

"I never asked to become this. I never asked to be turned! I just wanted to help people!" Ochako said, feeling the tears falling. "I was just unlucky…"


Two years ago.

In the small town of Nabari, Ochako was currently sitting behind the front desk at the clinic she worked, watching the evening hours tick by until her shift was over. Dr. Takemi had the only clinic in this neighborhood, and while the residents tried to stick to her normal office hours, sometimes an emergency wouldn't wait.

An emergency like the one that just walked through her door.

"You need to help him!" An exasperated girl with dirty ash-blonde hair exclaimed as she helped a large mountain of a man with spiky white hair into the clinic. Both her beige cardigan and the man's yellow dress shirt were covered in blood, and Ochako could see the blood oozing out of his arm, despite his best efforts to apply pressure with his other hand.

Ochako jumped up instantly, reaching for the medical bag she kept underneath the desk. "Of course! Bring him to the back and let's get him on a stretcher. I'll call Dr. Tak-"

"No, no doctors!" The girl exclaimed. "He needs blood!"

"Blood?" Ochako froze as she stood there, trying to reconcile what she just heard.

"Yes, like yours." Suddenly the man was lunging toward her, and the last thing she remembered was his mouth opening to reveal enlarged canines.


Ochako woke up with a start, filled with panic at the unfamiliar surroundings.

"Oh good! You're awake." She heard a female voice, the same one from before.

Looking around frantically, Ochako laid eyes on the girl from before. Now instead of being in a pair of buns, her ash-blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, and she had traded her oversized cardigan for a blood-red trench coat. It was only then that she noticed the other girl had catlike irises, and elongated fangs when she spoke.

"What did you do to me? Where am I?" Ochako asked in a panic as she tried to sit up, her head spinning. She recognized the signs of malnutrition easily - it was a familiar feeling from her youth when her parents had fallen on hard times.

"Hold on, don't move." The other girl said, gently placing a hand on Ochako's shoulder, her surprisingly firm grip keeping her steady. "Drink this."

In her other hand was a large glass filled with a red liquid, one that Ochako instantly recognized.

"B-Blood?! You want me to drink blood?!"

"Want, no. But you need it to live now."

"What did you do to me?" Ochako asked in a panic.

The girl knelt to be at eye level with Ochako, and she saw the sadness written all over her face. "I didn't do anything. My… father. He attacked you in a haze and drank all of your blood. I may have begged him to complete the ritual to turn you into a vampire."

"A what?!"

"You heard me. A vampire. One of the undead. Fangs, craves blood, burns easily. Some of the old legends are wrong, of course, but they got enough right." She forced the glass into Ochako's hands. "Drink."

Taking the glass with shaky hands, Ochako pressed the glass to her lips and felt a strange sensation as she felt her canines extend in response to the blood. She took an experimental sip, and the iron taste was… different. Enjoyable almost. Her eyes went wide at the revelation as she carefully drank the rest of the crimson liquid, feeling the edge taken off of her headache almost immediately.

"That'll last you a couple of days at least," The girl explained. "Hopefully enough time for us to relocate and find some more food. I'm Himiko by the way. Himiko Toga. Your big sister."

"Ochako Uraraka," Ochako cautiously said, still trying to process everything. "Big sister?"

"The man who attacked you and turned you into a vampire - Sekijiro Kan. He is my father, in a way. He was the one who took me in after my parents threw me out of the house. Little did I know that he was going to, well, turn me into a vampire."

"Oh."

Himiko nodded solemnly. "I spent the last three years learning everything I could from him, but I always planned to run away. A few days ago we were attacked - Kan has made some powerful enemies over the years, and they almost got him yesterday."

"If you were going to run away, why didn't you leave him?"

"I still owe him for everything he taught me," Himiko admitted, biting her lower lip. "Call it a misguided sense of loyalty. But then he attacked you as well. And well - he turned you into a vampire as well. Since he is also your father, or sire if you want to go by the ancient terms, that makes us sisters."

"Where is he now?" Ochako asked as she looked around. They appeared to be in an abandoned apartment, a thin layer of dust covering everything she saw.

"After he completed the ritual to turn you into a vampire, we took you back to our temporary home and he passed out. It was going to take him several days to heal, so I saw my chance. I took you and his bag of charms and relics and just - escaped."

"Escaped?"

Himiko bobbed her head rapidly. "Draining you was the last straw. Even if he resurrected you… I don't want to be under his influence anymore. And you - you deserve better."

Ochako adjusted, kicking her legs off the bed. She still felt weird. As if everything was new and different, but at the same time familiar. "Like you?"

"Yep!" Himiko chirped proudly, flashing Ochako a wide-fanged grin. "I know I'm not the best person to teach you, but I tried my best! And I stole one of Kan's grimoires as well! I'm sure we'll figure things out."

"How can we just figure things out?" Ochako asked.

"Oh come on! It's not that bad!" Himiko defended herself. "There's plenty of vampires out there who are forced to fend for themselves with even less preparation than us!"

"But what about my family? My job?" Ochako asked.

"Well, staying with your old job is probably a bad idea," Himiko admitted. "Once Sekejiro wakes up and finds us missing, that's one of the first places he'll check. Your family is probably safe, as long as you don't see them in person. Dad's a bit old-fashioned, and things like cell phones are beyond him."

Ochako sighed as she eased herself off the bed and stood up. Walking over to a mirror she saw herself, her features altered to reflect her new nature. In the mirror, she saw her sister-in-unlife come up to her and pull her into a hug. It took her a moment, but she finally relented, returning the embrace.

"I swear that I didn't mean for this to happen to you," Himiko said. "But I promise I'm going to be the best big sister I can be. We'll figure something out!"

Finding the other girl's optimism infectious, Ochako found her lips curling into the ghost of a smile. While she wasn't happy about what happened, at least she wasn't facing this new future alone.


"...and that is when my new life started." Ochako finished. She didn't know when, but sometime during the story she had placed her hand on Izuku's arm, more to ground herself than for his benefit, of course.

She wiped away the last of her tears with a tissue before she stood up. "I promise I'll be less greedy in the future."

Gathering her things, she finished her ritual of adjusting the man so that he rested comfortably before she stood and left, returning to the nurses' station.

"Are you ok?" Jiro asked, looking at her pointedly.

"Y-yeah," Ochako giggled nervously, "my dinner didn't agree with me and I may have used his toilet?"

"Ochako… you know we're not supposed to do that."

"Come on!" Ochako waved her hands in front of her frantically, "It's not like he's using it!"

"You're right," Jiro sighed in resignation. "Just try to avoid using the patient's toilets next time."

"Yes ma'am."

As Ochako clocked out and gathered her jacket, she found herself feeling lighter. She didn't understand why, but after she confessed to that coma patient about what happened to her, it felt like a weight that she never realized was there had been lifted from her shoulders.


The rest of the week she took pains to avoid drinking from Izuku. She had plenty of blood thanks to her position, after all, and it wasn't necessary. Instead, she just approached his room mechanically. She acted distantly and professionally around him - not that he would notice. It made her feel better, but on the other hand, she found herself longing for that sweet vitae. But she had already promised herself that she wouldn't drink any more of his blood.

Every night, it became easier to resist the temptation, and as the end of the week approached, she found herself returning to the man's room during her break. Not to drink his blood, but instead she began talking about herself. She continued her story, telling him about how she and Himiko fled to Mustafu.

There, they found work among the local Justicars. Vampires live in secrecy, Ochako explained, and if humanity as a whole discovered their existence, their entire way of life would be at risk. So of course, that meant that organizations rose up to protect that secrecy. It was risky work, but it offered them protection and resources that they were in desperate need of.

While Himiko indulged in her more primal nature by killing vampires and other supernatural entities that threaten to reveal their presence to the world, Ochako's work was more subtle. Thanks to her certification as a nurse, she was able to get a job at the hospital. Here, she was able to alter records and destroy evidence of someone being hospitalized from supernatural incidents while she could also follow her original dream of helping people in need.


That weekend, Ochako met up with Himiko. Once a month, at her insistence, they would get together in person for a movie night. They would pick a couple of movies, make snacks, and pretend to just have a normal evening as sisters hanging out. It started as a mundane activity to counterbalance the fact that her entire world had been upended. However, over time it had become a sort of bonding ritual between them. While they talked regularly, there was something about meeting in person and catching up that appealed to the pair.

As Ochako prepared the snacks for the evening she stared at the box of Mochi she had purchased, and couldn't help but think about the green-haired man under her care. As she opened the box and put the now bland, tasteless treats on a plate, she couldn't help but think of the taste of his blood. It was such a silly connection, but it brought a smile to her face.

"Someone's in a good mood," Himiko said from behind Ochako, causing her to jump and nearly throw the box in the air.

"Himi! You should have knocked!" Ochako said, a pout on her face.

"Oh please! It's not like you didn't give me a key." Himiko pointed out.

"Fine," Ochako said with a resigned sigh. "Still you could have been courteous."

"And miss out on a chance to scare my sister? Never!" Himiko laughed.

Ochako glared at her sister before she finished unpacking the mochi and preparing the other snacks, while Himiko busied herself making drinks. Opening the fridge she pulled out several old bags of blood, examining each before she selected three of them and set them on the counter. She then pulled out a couple of bottles of juice and alcohol and began to mix drinks for their evening.

The two settled on the couch and put on the first movie, a sci-fi thriller. Even though Himiko rolled her eyes at the movie, Ochako was enjoying herself and becoming engrossed in the film, until she felt herself peppered by popcorn.

"So who's the lucky guy?" Himiko asked nonchalantly.

"Himi!" Ochako said, but she could feel the blush creeping into her cheeks.

"Ha! I was right. So there is someone."

"No there isn't." Ochako grabbed a handful of popcorn and threw the kernels back in retaliation. "I swear, ever since you got your girlfriend you've been on about me finding someone."

"All I've been trying to do is get you to meet more people!"

"And if one of them happens to be Mister Right, who is ok with the fact that I'm a vampire." Ochako said flatly.

"Hey, I found someone who is ok with what I am!"

"Yes," Ochako deadpanned, "because fighting to near-death over the right to clean up someone else's mess is a perfectly normal way for two people to meet and decide they are perfect for each other."

"Hey! It worked for me."

Ochako rolled her eyes. "Look. I'm just - I'm not ready to look for someone like that yet."

Hoping that was the end of it, she picked a piece of popcorn out of her hair and stuck it in her mouth. While tasteless, she still enjoyed the familiar sensation of crunching on the snack as she tried to turn her attention back to the movie.

"So if it's not a guy, what happened?"

Ochako sighed in exasperation. "It's stupid and I don't want to talk about it."

"It can't be that stupid if it's got you in a good mood. Ocha - this is the happiest I've seen you ever since… you know."

"Fine!" Ochako crossed her arms and turned away from Himiko. "We got a new coma patient the other week. And I just - for some reason, I just decided to talk to him. And it felt good to get some things off my chest."

"A coma patient? You're right, that does sound stupid."

"Don't I know it," Ochako mumbled under her breath.

"But if it makes you feel better, I won't judge," Himiko said as she gently put a hand on Ochako's shoulder.

Ochako turned around and smiled at her sister. She knew that, despite all of the teasing, the woman genuinely cared for her wellbeing and small reminders like this meant a lot to her.

Silently agreeing to drop the topic, the two settled back on the couch and continued watching the movie. At least until the next popcorn war broke out.


When she returned to work, Ochako once again snuck into Izuku's room during her break and sat by his bed, simply talking about herself, and by the end of the week it had become a routine. Soon one week turned into two, and then weeks turned into months. She told him all sorts of things, about her family and their financial struggles, and why she decided to become a nurse to help people. And then she continued to talk about her vampiric unlife in detail. Izuku was the first person she had ever told these things to, because she couldn't exactly tell her friends and co-workers, and she was still too intimidated to try and make friends among the vampires of the city.

"It's kind of sad, really," Ochako said with a sigh one evening. "After three months you've become my closest confidant. You, a man in a coma who can't respond. I could be talking to a mirror for all the good it does me. But I have to admit. Something about telling you feels good. Maybe someday, I'll get to thank you in person."

She squeezed his hand gently before she left the room. After the door closed, Izuku's eyelids began to flicker.


The last thing Izuku remembers is seeing a giant monster made out of what looked to be slime pouring out of the sewer. He tried to run but was caught by one of its tendrils. As he felt himself being dragged towards the monster, an old skeleton of a man unleashed green fire, of the likes he's never seen before. The whole area was filled with flame, and the slime let out an unearthly scream as it was engulfed.

Izuku was thankful for being rescued, but the thanks quickly turned into panic as the entire overpass began to collapse, the structural supports melted and the concrete cracked from the flame's intensity. Izuku tried to run, but it was too late, and he felt a piece of concrete hit him on the side of the face, knocking him unconscious.

He swore he hallucinated the next part. He heard the old man calling out to him. "Young man! Don't worry! I'm coming."

Izuku felt himself fading in and out of consciousness and wasn't sure if what he experienced was real or a dream. He saw this emaciated skeleton of a man lift a large piece of concrete as if it was nothing, shining a few hopeful rays of sunlight onto him.

"Oh no. Young man. I am so sorry."

Izuku tried to respond, but his lips refused to move.

"No! I refuse to let this young man's flame fade due to my mistake." The skeleton said, punching his fist into the palm of his hand.

Izuku saw the man concentrate, and a green spark appeared on his index finger. He felt a burning curiosity about what the man was doing, but he never found out as he slipped into unconsciousness.

He didn't know how long he was swimming in darkness, muffled sounds his only companion. But then, one day, he heard a woman crying nearby.

"I never asked to become this… I just wanted to help people! I was just unlucky…"

The woman wove a tale of tragedy about how she had become a vampire, and her new sister in undeath took her and ran away from their father. Izuku floated in the darkness and listened with rapt attention. It's not like he had anything else to do, after all.

It ended with a promise to be less greedy in the future.

A promise of what? Izuku didn't understand.

Given his background, Izuku couldn't help but be curious about the woman. After all, the supernatural is only a step removed from the world of superheroes. But the woman had nothing else to say, and once again he was surrounded by silence.

He didn't know how long he floated there in silence, but eventually, the woman spoke again. She apologized for her outburst. He wanted to tell her that no, it was ok. He was intensely curious about her life if he was being honest. She was proof that vampires exist, and she was talking to him. Despite his fears, she didn't stop speaking. In fact quite the opposite - she finished the tale she had started previously.

Over time her voice had become a regular break from the nothingness and Izuku found himself looking forward to listening to the woman speak, as she told him everything and nothing about herself. He didn't know what was going on, but the more she told him about herself, the more he wanted to meet her.

Then one day, he felt something. A ghost of a touch. Her touch, as she took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, as if he were made of glass.

And everything began to change. The haze surrounding him began to dissipate, and he found himself in a hospital room.

"Wake up." A voice called out to him. He knew it was his imagination, but he thought it sounded like Ochako. "Open your eyes."

He tried to open his eyes. His eyelids felt like they were made of concrete, but he refused to let it stop him. It felt like an eternity, but slowly, agonizingly slowly, they began to open.

His limbs felt heavy and he didn't have the strength to lift them, but he didn't have to wait long for a nurse to enter the room. With supreme effort he turned his head ever so slightly to the door, looking at the nurse.

"Don't try and move. I'll go get the doctor!" She ordered as she left just as quickly as she had arrived.

Izuku sat there and waited patiently. As heavy as his eyelids felt, after how long he had been asleep the last thing he wanted to do was close them. After a few minutes, the nurse returned, as well as a doctor.

He tried to speak, but his throat was dry and scratchy, and all he made were hoarse noises when he opened his mouth.

"Here, eat these," the nurse produced a cup of ice chips. She held the cup up to his lips, and carefully tilted it to let some of the ice tumble into his mouth. He closed his mouth and swirled his tongue around, the cold sensation giving him something to focus on while they explained what had happened to him.

A coma? He was in a coma for three months?

His head was spinning.

"I'm sure you have plenty of questions," The doctor concluded, "we will gladly answer them for you."

"Ochako Uraraka," Izuku croaked out. "I heard her. Who is she?"

"She is one of our night staff," the nurse explained. "I believe she was assigned to take care of you in the evenings."

"She was talking to me. While I was in the coma, I mean." Izuku continued, "I'd like to meet her."

"While it is somewhat inappropriate, coma patients have been known to respond to verbal stimulation," The doctor mused, hand on his chin. "I wonder if she did that intentionally." He turned to the nurse and they deliberated quietly before the nurse left, pulling out a cell phone.


Ochako groaned as she heard her cell phone going off, and began searching for the device with her hand. She was never a light sleeper, to begin with, and that was before she was turned into a vampire. Grabbing the phone, she stared at the phone like it personally offended her before she answered.

"Hello?"

Ochako blinked as she heard the news. "He's awake?" Her eyes went wide. "And he's asking for me?" She felt herself blushing. "Y-yes, I know. I just felt like talking when I was working on him. It wasn't anything inappropriate!" She sighed. "Yes ma'am."

Hanging up the phone she groaned as she pushed herself out of bed. Walking over to her closet she threw on some casual clothes before she returned to her nightstand and began putting on her rings. Among them was a charm to protect herself from sunlight - one of the many things Himiko took from their father, and very important to help her with her job. Looking at herself in the mirror one last time, she gave a satisfied nod before she left for the hospital.


Izuku sat upright in his bed, watching the news on television when the doctor eventually returned with a pretty brown-haired girl in tow.

"Mr. Midoriya, this is Ochako, the nurse who takes care of you in the evenings."

"Hi there," she said cheerily, but he noticed that her smile didn't reach her eyes.

"You were the one who was talking to me?" Izuku asked her. Her voice sounded the same, but he wanted to be sure.

"Yep!" Ochako laughed nervously as she rubbed the back of her head. "I guess you just had a face that I felt comfortable around."

"Well, I will leave you two alone." The doctor turned toward Ochako. "Once you are done we can discuss his condition."

"Yes sir," Ochako replied.

Giving a satisfied nod, the doctor left, and an awkward silence filled the room. Izuku examined the girl in front of him, her pale features giving her an almost unearthly quality.

Then again…

"Is it true?" Izuku asked.

"W-what?" Ochako asked, startled by the question.

"That you're. Well - a vampire?"

Ochako blushed, the crimson cheeks a stark contrast to her pale features and only further enhancing her unearthly beauty to Izuku. "You actually remember what I said?"

"Most of it," Izuku admitted. "While I heard sounds and voices - such as my mom talking to me, your voice stood out."

"You must hate me, don't you?" Ochako said, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth.

Izuku shook his head. "No. The opposite in fact." It was his turn to blush. "I um, kind of want to get to know you more?"

"Really?" Ochako's face seemed to brighten at that.

Izuku tried to give her a reassuring smile. "Y-yeah. I know it sounds weird. And I know I'm being a little bit selfish. But you just sounded so lonely? I was thinking - since I know your secret anyways…"

"That doesn't bother you?"

"I write comics for a living," Izuku pointed out. "If anything, this is exciting!" He tried to muster as much enthusiasm as he could, given his current condition.

Ochako laughed. "You're weird, you know that?"

"Y-yeah. I get that a lot."

"Sorry."

"Don't be," Izuku said. "I do have a request though. Can I see your, um, fangs?"

Ochako blushed again. "W-why?"

"I guess I want to see the real you, is all," Izuku said.

"Promise you won't be weirded out?"

"I promise."

Ochako took a deep breath and dropped her disguise, her irises becoming catlike and her fangs elongating, as she became even paler. "This is me. The real me."

Izuku sat there entranced by the sight. "Thank you."

"You don't want to scream? Run away? Hide?"

"Of course not!" Izuku protested. "It's - different. But not in a bad way! It suits you."

"R-really?" Ochako asked, the crimson blush returning to her face.

"Yeah."

A moment later, Ochako had returned to her more human appearance. "You are the first person I've shown that to." She admitted. "My only point of reference is other vampires."

"I get it," Izuku explained. "I bet you didn't expect me to learn your secret, huh?"

"Nope."

"Well, I'm glad I did," Izuku admitted.


Izuku's recovery went surprisingly quick and a week later, he was discharged. At his request, Ochako came to the hospital to escort him to his mother's place.

As she wheeled Izuku out of the hospital, she saw the sun overhead, her charm glowing a pale blue as it protected her from its deadly rays. Shielding her sensitive eyes, she looked down at Izuku. "I'm going to get the car."

"Mmm," Izuku smiled up at her and nodded.

Ochako couldn't help but smile back before she began walking to the parking garage.

Both couldn't help but think about the other. While they hadn't exactly met under typical circumstances, they had become fast friends since Izuku woke up. Ochako still spent her breaks in his room, but now it was her turn to listen while he told her about himself.

While they still didn't know what the future had in store for them, it wasn't going to stop either of them from being hopeful about it.


AN:

Months later…

"Ocha, I have a surprise for you!" Izuku said as he entered her apartment.

"What kind of surprise?" Ochako asked curiously.

Once Izuku removed his shoes and entered her living room, he produced a small food container. "Open it!"

Opening the container, Ochako saw six pieces of mochi packed inside. She looked at her boyfriend in confusion. "Izu, you know I can't-"

"Try it!" Izuku insisted, pulling one of the pieces out and gently guiding it to her mouth.

With a sigh, Ochako decided to humor him and took a bite of the treat. Her eyes went wide as she could actually taste a burst of sweetness from the treat. Greedily she swallowed the first bite and snatched the other half of the treat, shoving it in her mouth to savor the long-forgotten sensation.

"Did it work?" Izuku asked nervously.

"What did you do?"

Izuku pushed up his shirt sleeve to reveal a bandage. "I tried replacing some of the ingredients in the filling with my blood. I wasn't sure if it would work but I-"

Izuku found himself cut off as Ochako crashed into him, pulling him into a passionate kiss that he happily returned.


This story was inspired by a piece of fan art I saw on twitter with a vampire!nurse!Ochako and Izuku as a coma patient, it just so happened that it spiraled out of control when I got to doing worldbuilding behind the AU.

I'm not promising that there will be more chapters / one-shots for this AU in the future, but the potential is definitely there.