A/N: Bouncing in more Twice and Toga moments because I will forever hate his death and they can try to pry Toga from my cold dead hands.

Inko hummed as she walked down the stairs with her knitting, glancing up at the photos on the walls as she walked.

Her latest attempts at decorating left her with a line of photos of the family, from Izuku as a toddler to her and Hisashi's wedding photo, to their latest - a photo of the Midoriyas and Tomura together, faces pinched with exhaustion and clearly unhappy with their situation.

Inko paused at a photo of Izuku's sixth birthday - a day she remembered almost too well.

Izuku had awoken that morning bright and early, making his way into the kitchen as he always did, though this morning instead of her boy's bright smile he seemed deflated with a deep sadness. As she began to wish him a happy birthday, he looked up and asked, "Mama… Daddy's not coming home anymore… is it because I don't have a Quirk?"

The hurt that panged through her chest so suddenly made her eyes water, and she clutched at her chest as she recalled the sudden sob that had left her throat, the thirty-one-year-old single mother who had to look her baby in the face and affirm that, yes , Daddy was never coming home again, but no , it's not because he was ashamed.

They had spent that birthday crying on the cold kitchen floor, the batter of a birthday cake sitting on the counter forgotten. Forgotten. Just like they had been.

That was the first birthday she truly hated her husband.

Swallowing, she shook her head and swiped her thumb across her eyelids, attempting to get herself together again. She had already been reluctant to put up that photo, but some part of her wanted that moment of their history preserved - displayed - so that every time he walked down that hallway he would be reminded of the family he almost lost.

I shouldn't be so petty, she thought to herself as she slapped her own cheeks to get her mind off of the hurt. We're together again, right? Everything will be fine.

She continued towards the living room. Yes, everything will be juuuuust…

She stopped short in the doorway upon seeing two figures huddled on her pristine gray couch.

Jin and Himiko looked up, the former in surprise and the latter warily.

Both parties stared at each other for several long seconds.

Finally, Inko closed her eyes and let out a silent breath. "Good morning," she slowly greeted, reopening her eyes to look them over.

"Morning," Jin grunted, pressing his hand harder to his side.

"What, um… what happened?" The older woman stared at the blood seeping through their clothes. "Are you alright?"

"Met some heroes," Himiko spoke up this time, her lip curling in pain. "Kurogiri said to come here."

"He wouldn't deign to patch you up?"

"He said you'd do it," Himiko shrugged. "Sorry about the blood."

"Oh, don't worry about the mess, I've seen much worse." She shook her head and clucked her tongue, depositing her knitting on the opposite couch before approaching them.

Planting her hands on her hips, she hummed. "They sure did a number on you."

"Feels worse than it looks," Jin responded. "Feels like shit!"

"I see," the woman nodded firmly. "Well, that won't do at all. Follow me, I'll help you."

As soon as the two stood up from the couch, her lips pressed into a line at the sight of blood staining it. She said nothing, however, and gestured with her arm and began to walk.

The two villains trailed after her obediently, both silent. Their uneven and stumbling gait through the hall and up the stairs made her look back in concern, but they didn't meet her eyes.

Himiko grit her teeth as her side bumped against the banister, and instantly her hand went to the affected area as blood continued to seep into the soft cream uniform.

"Himiko, honey, are you alright?" She called softly, catching the girl's attention.

"I got stabbed," she admitted in the same volume, something pained flashing through her eyes.

"Is the blade still in?"

It took her a few seconds longer to respond this time. Jin paused on the last step, looking up at her.

"... No." She murmured, clutching at her side harder.

"Oh dear." Inko heaved a sigh and reached out. "Here, we're almost to the bathroom. Lean on me if you need to."

The girl stared at her hand for a long moment. Looking her straight in the eye, she questioned, "Why aren't you scared of me?"

Inko blinked, her hand lowering. "What do you mean?"

"Don't you know who I am?" Himiko took another step forward, flashing her fangs. "I'm Toga Himiko of the League of Villains."

Nodding slowly, she answered, "Yes…?"

"Do you wanna know what my Quirk is?" She challenged, eyes glimmering with malicious mirth. "If I suuuuuuuck your blood out, then I get to transform into you! I could kill you and take your place, and noooobody would ever knowww!"

"Is that so?" The woman humored with a smile of her own despite the shiver that trailed down her back at her words. "That's really neat, dear. You must be very good at handling it!"

Himiko's grin dropped.

Jin cleared his throat from behind, and both ladies turned to look at him. "I'm bleeding out."

"Oh!" Inko gasped. "Right! Uh, the door on the right is the bathroom. Here."

Flicking on the light switch, she ushered them inside. Himiko sat on the toilet seat while Jin sat on the edge of the tub.

"Okay, now where's that first-aid kit…" she muttered to herself as she knelt, opening the cabinet and rummaging through the items.

"Why aren't you scared of me?" Himiko spoke up again.

Inko glanced up to see the girl with a troubled expression.

"Why should I be?" She answered. "I think you're a sweet girl with a good Quirk."

"But… my Quirk…"

"Yours is certainly not the most threatening one I've seen, believe me." Inko chuckled fondly. "I went to school with someone with extendable, very sharp teeth. The poor girl just couldn't stop herself from biting anything she saw."

Patting the girl's bleeding knee, she winked. "If anything, I almost wish you could have been friends with Izuku. Before Yuuei, I mean."

"The kid?" Jin questioned.

"Oh yes. He would have had a blast asking you about your Quirks." She couldn't help the amusement that bled through on her face as she recalled. "My baby has always had a bit of a… mind for them, shall we say. Takes after his father."

"Izukun…" Himiko murmured in thought.

"Jin, are you sure you want to keep that suit on?" The woman asked, frowning up at him. "Where are you hurt?"

"I- I would prefer it on," he answered a bit shakily, pointing to his shredded pant leg. A gash the size of her forearm ran down his calf and was already beginning to seep into his soles.

"He has to keep the mask on." Himiko added.

"Okay, dear." Pulling out the bandages and gauze, she scooted over to where he was sitting.

Gently grasping his knee and lifting his lower leg, she carefully snipped away frayed edges into something neater and then looked up in sympathy.

"Brace," she said, before pressing a gauze pad soaked in peroxide to the wound.

Jin hissed, his leg jerking in reflex, but Himiko's hand on his arm made him go still again.

"I'm sorry, I know," the woman reassured, wiping away the grime and blood and firmly wrapping it.

"It fucking hurts! Ow…" he grimaced.

"Almost done…"

"Hang on, Jin," Himiko cooed. Her fingers pressed tighter to her own wound and her teeth pricked at her lip.

"Is that it?" Inko questioned, swiping hair away from her face before looking up.

"Yes." He jerked. "No!"

"He's got a long one on his back," the girl supplied.

"Thank you, Himiko." She grunted as she got to her feet, supported by the sink. "Turn around, please."

Jin hesitated - but after an encouraging nod from the girl, slowly, he slid around on the edge of the tub.

Inko sucked in a horrified breath when she saw the state of his back. It was more than just a gash - it looked as if someone had taken a dagger and deliberately carved into it.

"What kind of hero did you fight…?" She breathed in disbelief. "This is… this is horrible. Oh, Jin, this is horrible. No wonder you've been in this much pain."

"They toyed with us," he responded with a hiss as the washcloth she was using to clean his back inched a little too close to the angry red flesh. "Monsters! It's like they were just trying to kill us!"

Quiet snipping filled the silence as she cut away more of his suit.

"I'm so sorry," she sighed, squirting more peroxide onto some gauze. "This will hurt. Brace."

A whimper escaped him this time, and Himiko found his hand and squeezed. Immediately he squeezed back, gritting his teeth and clenching his eyes shut under the mask.

Once the wound was finally bandaged, she patted his shoulder and stepped back. "All done. Thank you for being so patient, Jin."

Nodding shakily, he stepped out of the tub and winced at the blood left behind, pooling at his feet. "I'm… sorry."

"Don't worry about it, I can clean it." Inko shook her head firmly. "Now obviously you can't keep wearing that bloody suit - you and Tomura are a similar size, aren't you?"

"Yes, ma'am." The man fidgeted with his fingers. "But… can I keep the mask on?"

"If it would trouble you too much without it, then yes." She squinted up at him. "You aren't hurt underneath, are you?"

"No," he answered.

Nodding, she turned and gestured to the door. "Take off those boots and I'll let them drain in the tub. Then go and ask Tomura for a change of clothes - his door is the one to the left of this. He should be awake by now."

Ducking his head, he murmured another "yes ma'am" before sitting back down and slipping off the gray boots - now a deep crimson.

Once they had been put in the tub and Jin had shambled out of the bathroom, Inko gently shut the door and turned to the girl on the toilet seat.

Kneeling before her, she reached for her hand. "Would you mind if I take a look?"

All she got was a wary stare.

"I want to help you, honey." She attempted to smile reassuringly. "Will you let me help?"

"Can I have some of your blood?" She asked abruptly.

Taken-aback as she was, she could see no issue in complying. "Yes, you may. But only after I wrap that gash - you're going to lose too much!"

It took her a second, but finally she nodded and lifted the vest and shirt, tugging the skirt down just enough for her to see.

She felt her breath hitch sharply at the state of her side. The poor girl looked like she'd been on the wrong end of a saw - her entire side was mangled and bleeding profusely.

"Oh, honey ," she whispered, reaching to gingerly press her fingertips into the surrounding area. "What in the world were they thinking?"

Himiko grabbed her wrist as she pressed her thumb to the side of the gash, nails digging into her wrist.

The woman looked up with a sympathetic frown. "It's okay, dear, I'm not trying to hurt you. I promise, that's the last thing I want."

"Why are you helping me like this?" She demanded again. Was it a trick of the light, or were her eyes shinier than before? "I'm a villain. I could kill you and nobody would notice."

"My husband would," she gently responded, resting her other hand atop hers. "I'm helping you because it would make me feel bad should I send you away. Any friend of Tomura's is a friend of mine - and you're so young. You're, pardon if I get this wrong, sixteen? You're Izuku's age, for heaven's sake - I don't care whether you're hero or villain, why shouldn't I help a sixteen-year-old?"

"But…"

"Himiko," the sound of her name made her go quiet. Inko squeezed her hand. "I know things have been hard - very hard - but I need you to trust me. Can you trust me?"

Swallowing, she searched the woman's eyes.

Finally, she nodded, and she hesitantly let go of her wrist.

"Let's get you cleaned up, then," the woman said, a soft smile on her face as she reached for a fresh washcloth. "I hate to ask, but… would you be comfortable taking the vest and shirt off?"

The girl nodded again, quietly slipping off the vest and unbuttoning the once-white shirt, tugging the ribbon loose.

As soon as more of the wound was revealed, she shook her head and sighed.

Tenderly she worked, the teenager watching her like a hawk. Both could hear Jin and Tomura talking from the hallway, having apparently found him a spare pair of pants and a shirt - and grousing about the blood he had tracked through the house, something that made her chortle.

"Hey," Tomura said from the other side of the door. "I'm taking him downstairs for some tea or coffee or something."

"Alright," she called back. "Use whatever mug you want, except for the All Might one - I feel like Izuku might have words if it got broken."

He snorted, something that made her smile grow, and she could hear Jin questioning him as they walked away.

After a few minutes of work, the wound was a lot cleaner, but still bleeding.

Inko sighed again, giving her a sympathetic wince. "I'm going to have to bandage it as-is, and then you tell Kurogiri to get you proper medical attention. I will not have it if you get sick due to improper healing."

Himiko giggled a little, which lifted some of the tension from her shoulders.

Getting up higher on her knees, she began to press bandages and gauze onto the wound, wrapping it around her belly.

"Don't suck it in or push it out, otherwise the wrappings won't stay on correctly," she warned.

"Okay."

As soon as she felt like she was done, she leaned back and inspected her work. Pressing into the bandaging around her hips, she nodded.

"You can put your shirt and vest back on, thank you for being patient." She smiled, slowly getting to her feet.

When Himiko had dressed and finished with her bow, she looked at her expectantly.

"Hm?" Inko looked up from where she was putting everything back in the kit. "Oh, right, you wanted to test your Quirk on me."

Holding out her arm, she nodded. "Go ahead."

Himiko took her forearm in both hands and bit down into her flesh. Inko winced for only a moment, but waited patiently until the girl stopped drinking.

Swiping her thumb across the bite mark, she closed her eyes - and after a puff of fog, standing before her was… a perfect copy of herself.

Inko's eyes went wide as she inspected the copy. "Wow," she breathed. "That's… that's amazing, Himiko. How long will you stay like this?"

"Five minutes!" She chirped, and wow did it feel weird hearing her voice come out of someone else's mouth. "You aren't scared?"

"Why would I be? I've never seen anything like this before!" Grunting, she stood back up and pressed a hand to the Inko-copy's cheek. "You… you perfectly copied me!"

Himiko stared as she began to ramble. "Oh, if only you'd met Izuku before he left for Yuuei… he would have had a ball analyzing how it works! This is incredible, Himiko - you could do so many things with a Quirk like this!"

As Inko grasped her hands in hers, starry-eyed and awed, she felt something in her heart grow warmer.

Izukun… maybe your mom isn't that bad after all.