Himiko was in bliss.

She snuggled closer to Aki-chan, hugging him tighter as she inhaled his scent, the smell of burning ozone and lightning. So powerful, so, so fatal. If he so much as sneezed wrong, it could kill her in an instant, and she loved it! He has killed her, letting her stab him, killing herself on his lightning as he forced her back into this land of life and pain. He's hit her and beat her for every attempt she made on his life, keeping her in a place of submission instead of letting her run away like all the others would. He fought back, keeping her hungry, hungry for more of him.

Her desire to marry him wasn't based on nothing, you know.

She felt her large warm pillow shift slightly, leaving her to pout, knowing that her fun was coming to an end. After a few more seconds, her pillow went stiff, then she was suddenly thrown to the floor, kicking her feet as Aki-chan yelled at her about sleeping with him again. He got out of bed, grabbing his clothes and leaving to take a shower. He'd come back in 30 minutes with Arisu-chan, and she'd watch Himiko while she took a shower and got dressed. She liked Ari-chan, even if she couldn't stab the water girl. She was nice, and kept her company when Aki-chan was angry.

Aki-chan was angry a lot, but that's what she was here for! To make his day bright and full of life! Even if he didn't let her be around knives. Or go shopping for cute clothes whenever she wanted. But he listened when she talked about their wedding plans! Or, she thinks he listens, he might be ignoring her, but he doesn't stop her from talking about it!

…

…

She missed Ochaco-chan, and Deku-kun, but she knew that she'd see them soon. Aki-chan and Doctor Senken thought she wasn't listening when they whispered behind her back, but Himiko knows what they're planning. Immersion therapy, bringing Deku-kun and Ochaco-chan straight to her. She hopes they do some training first, all sweaty and bloody, ready for her to meet once again. But the real question still ate at her; did she love them as much as she loved Aki-chan? She hadn't had so many crushes at once before?

Deku-kun was sweet, kind, and caring. He was someone who would hurt as many people as he had to if it also meant saving people. The sight of him breaking into that clearing, all broken and bloody. She had blissful dreams about him for many nights after that.

And Ochaco-chan, she was just as eager for Deku-kun as she was. They were destined to be love rivals after all! But would she ever get what she desired? Himiko could hear things, and she's heard whispers of the two of them spending quite a lot of time together. She wanted to see Ochaco again so badly, wanted to hug the brunette close and bite her neck. Oh, the idea of the two of them, covered in blood as they brought themselves together for Deku-kun, just the thought sent a shiver through her body as she shuddered on the floor.

Then there was Aki-chan. He was…

Aki-chan was a big old meanie! He yelled at people and would shock them if they bothered him, and he acted like an old man sometimes. He was all old fashioned, too, talking about how he's not supposed to let her act this way and that, and not talking about how he feels, and how he listens to all that old music. He tries to tell her his emotions by doing things, but she doesn't want that! She wants him to talk to her about his feelings. He doesn't even know how to dress properly! All he wears is his uniform, his costume, or tank tops with sweatpants. That's not cute at all! He needs more color in his life, and who better to give him color than Himiko herself!

Speaking of, Aki-chan walked back into the room, followed by Hamada-chan. Aki-chan was actually laughing about something, which seemed to be making Hamada-chan nervous. "I really can't believe that harpy thought I would fall for something like that, is she really running that low on jokes?" He said, grabbing Himiko and pulling her to her feet.

"I don't know, Shogeki-kun, Miruko doesn't really seem like the kind of person who likes jokes." Hamada-chan grabbed some clothes for Himiko, leading her out of the room as Aki-chan trailed behind them. The blonde latched onto his arm like always, snuggling into his side as he tried to shake her off before he gave up.

"I have about a hundred texts from that memeing jackass that would prove you wrong on that." He sighed, turning to look down at Himiko, "You're gonna be spending most of today with Kikai, probably, I know that Hamada has something going on with your brother, right?"

Hamada-chan noded, "Yeah, he has a baseball game that he wants me to go to. He lost his last one, wanted me to be there to cheer for him this time."

"Ugh, like that'll make a difference." Himiko was busy trying to smell his hair again when he looked back, standing on her tiptoes to try and reach. "As for me, I have training that I need to do, someone reminded me that I still have problems controlling my quirk when I get wet." He gave a side eye to Hamada, who gave a nervous laugh.

"I hope you have a good day, baby." Himiko told him, and she meant it. He's been so uptight lately, she hoped that some training would help him let off some steam, especially since he was still telling her to stop offering to help him.

Aki-chan snorted, "Yeah, okay. The only thing I have to look forward to today is kicking the shit out of those Trigger dealers I've been tracking. Got a rat come up to me the other day, told me where they had moved some of their operations to."

A rat? That's not very c- Oh! He means a tattletale! That sounds familiar, where has she heard of that before? "Are you gonna kill them?"

"No, god damnit, I don't kill unless civilians are in extreme danger." She guessed he saw how happy that idea made her, so he quickly added, "No, that doesn't mean you can run around attacking people hoping I'll kill you." Himiko pouted, clinging to him as he tried to push her off of him and into the showers. A quick shower later and the trio were heading towards the common room, Himiko skipping happily along. She was giggling along to Aki-chan bullying Hamada like always, teasing the water girl for this and that. Walking into the room, she was blushing as she quietly observed his smiling face, her cheeks growing hotter when he turned to her with a smug, confident smile on his face.

"Hi there, work buddy!" Himiko watched as all of the life left Aki-chan's eyes as Sakana-chan sidled up next to him, face paint as white as her large, blinding smile. The clown girl was dressed in a wide array of clashing colors, from reds to yellows to greens and blues. A rainbow striped shirt with a solid green left sleeve and a solid purple right sleeve, a bright green pair of shorts, yellow suspenders, candy cane leggings and pink combat boots made up not only her usual outfit, but her hero costume as well. If Himiko remembered the girl's words right, "A good clown is ready to put on a show around the clock!"

Aki-chan growled, "God damnit, Sakana, I thought that message was a joke." Hamada-chan saw the minefield she had just walked into, and took the chance to leave the dorms, heading out before Aki-chan could properly explode.

"No jokes here, good buddy, not until we get to our audience for the day. I think Gang Orca wanted us over Chiba today-"

"What?!" Aki-chan interrupted, "That's in the opposite direction of Saitama, why the hell would he want us over there?!"

Mana-chan gave an exaggerated shrug of her shoulders, starting to pull out her phone as she answered with an exaggerated stutter. "I- I dunno, man, the big man said to go to Chiba, I- I gotta do what he-"

"Cut the shit! Do you have any idea how many drug operations have been springing up in Saitama?! Why the hell do you think I haven't been branching out, all the activity is focused there!"

"You don't expect me to argue with a multi-ton killer whale man, do you?"

"I will!" He grabbed the phone from her hand, walking out of the room as he called the rank 11 hero. He threw the door open towards the showers, his loud screaming already getting farther away from the two girls.

Mana-chan placed her gloved hands on her hips. "Boy, I sure hope Groucho takes his time, I still haven't finished with my makeup. Can't have a half-painted clown now can we, Toga-chan?" Mana-chan proclaimed, pinching Himiko's cheeks. The blonde giggled, sitting down on the sofa with the clown girl to help with her makeup. Himiko had always loved clowns, which means Mana-chan had quickly gotten to the top of her favorites list, something that always got Aki-chan all hot and bothered. Or, well, maybe just bothered.

At that moment, Kikai-kun walked in from the side door, the large robot seeming to set off a trap and being showered in confetti. "Wha-Oh, Sakana-baby, why must you always do this?" Their voice filtered through, "Don't you remember the last time you pulled this little prank? My beautiful, well cared for servos and gears were jammed with pieces of paper for days, oh! The agony, the tragedy!"

"Whoopsie, sorry Kikai-kun! It won't happen again, clown's honor!" Sakana snorted, throwing a wink to Himiko.

Kikai-kun posed a few times, their body freshly polished and shining in the light of the overhead lights, before they finally sat down in front of the couch. "Tell me, my painted friend, do you have any idea who's on cooking duty today?"

"Why are you curious? I'm pretty sure scrap metal tastes the same no matter who cooks it." Sakana-chan had moved on from her eyes, and was now painting large green squares on her cheeks.

"Oh, so quick witted, my dear- No, I was asking for Ishi, he's too… Passive, to ask you directly." The door Kikai-kun had come through suddenly clicked shut, telling the girls that Ishi-kun must have been hiding out of sight to hear the answer to his question.

"Aww, poor thing. If you see him later, tell him that I think it's Konchu-chan and Doro-chan."

"I'll tell him to expect fruits and vegetables then."

Aki-chan stormed back into the common room, throwing Sakana-chan her phone. "Yeah, let's send the electric guy and the rubber clown to Chiba, let them handle crimes over by the docks." He ranted to himself, grabbing his bag, an old canvas bag that she'd stuck kitty stickers to- "God damnit, this was my father's bag when he was in the academy you bitch!"- and began making his way out the door. "How the hell did that moron ever make it to rank 11?! A can of fuckin' bug spray could make better decisions than hi- LET'S GO SAKANA!" He screamed, causing the clown to stretch herself out and around the room, quickly gathering her things. Sakana-chan ran out the door, but before he left, Aki-chan poked his head back into the common room. "I'm going to work, try not to kill yourself while I'm gone, god forbid you make me happy."

"Aww, you do love me, Aki-chan!"

"Fuck off and die." He left with that, the door swinging closed behind him, leaving Himiko alone with Kikai-kun. The robot turned to the girl, waving a hand, before pulling out a few books.

"Alright, Toga-san, back to our lessons on morality~!" This was quickly followed by Kikai-kun having to lunge at her in order to stop her from running away.

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Dinners with 2-A was an odd affair, between the large assortment of personalities present, the multitude of arguments that were happening all at once, as well as Aki-chan's penchant to avoid the dining room on nights he couldn't handle the sheer amount of noise the class would make. But, to her credit, Himiko was able to enjoy herself when Aki-chan let her have dinner with the class. She was able to follow everyone's conversations fairly easily, and even had some fun by helping Dairiseki-kun throw cherry tomatoes at Chisana, much to the pixies detriment.

Once dinner was over and done with, there wasn't much for Himiko to do other than to wait in the common room with a few members of the class and wait for Aki-chan to get back. After all, she can't get into their room without him. So, she found herself sitting in on a small study session with Hone-kun, Ishi-kun, Kikai-kun, and, surprising everyone, Chikara-chan. The muscular woman was snacking on a bag of jerky that she was sharing with Himiko herself, while a red-faced Ishi nibbled at a piece Chikara had offered him. She liked Chikara-chan, she was so tall her head almost touched the ceiling, and her 8-foot frame forced her to duck under every doorframe she'd come across. She had darker skin that rippled with muscle, and was always too focused on something else to be bothered by Himiko's snuggling. Even now, she was too busy lounging back while staring blankly at a math textbook while the blonde snuggled into her abs.

"Okay, Riko is done, time for weights." The strength quirk user spoke up, throwing her book onto the table and standing up, leaving Himiko laying on the couch significantly colder than she was a few seconds prior.

Hone-kun looked horrified. "Bitch! You're fucking failing this class, what do you mean you're done?"

"Is done. Muscles want to lift weights, is not my call." The amazon looked almost confused.

"Stop with that shit, bitch, You're gonna fail the year if you keep this u-"

"Oh, Toga," Chikara-chan spoke up, cutting off the now raging Hone-kun and causing the blonde girl to look up, very quickly dodging whatever the muscular girl had thrown at her head. "Is pomegranate. Eat fruits and vegetables, too much iron and protein do nothing unless they are balanced with, uh, plant sugars." She left the room after that, grabbing a bowl piled high with various fruits and taking them with her. Himiko didn't think too much on it, since she now had one of her favorite foods in front of her!

"Toga-san, you'll stain the sofa if you- Oh no, Chisana isn't going to be happy." Ishi spoke up, beginning to slowly leave the room as Toga tore into pomegranate like a hungry fox in a chicken coop. The juices dribbled down her face and over her fingers, staining her skin a dark pink as she hummed a song in happiness.

There was a bit of commotion by the doors, making everyone look that way. The door burst open, an excitable Sakana-chan and an equally frustrated Aki-chan stepping into the dorms. The clown girl was poking at the taller man's cheeks, talking a mile a minute. "Ha! After today, I'm positive I've passed Hone-kun for the rank 2 spot in our heroics rankings! That means it's only a matter of t-"

"You're forgetting to factor in the part where I will absolutely kill any member of staff that tries to place me below an actual fucking clown." There was an edge to the threat that a few of them took as some actual truth behind his words.

Sakana-chan blinked, taking a second to start counting off on her fingers. "… Aww! But this means I'll never get you to come see one of my shows!"

"Sakana, you work children's birthday parties, and I am a large scary man who dislikes children when they have sugar. How the hell would either of these things go together?"

"With the power of imagination, my good buddy!"

"I'm sending Miruko a message, I refuse to spend a whole day with you again." Aki-chan immediately pulled out his phone and began typing up what everyone assumed was one hell of a message.

Hone-kun let out a smug laugh, leading Aki-chan to direct his bad mood towards him. "What, did more kids want her autographs than they did your's?" The skinny boy asked.

"No, unfortunately." Aki-chan replied, "I wished they did, they'd have left me alone."

"He's an underground hero who works mostly nights, how are you so popu- You're cheating, aren't you!" Sakana-chan pointed a comically large finger at him, only making him scowl deeper.

"If I'm cheating, I sure wish I'd stop, these kids are annoying as hell." He finally caught sight of Himiko, his big, orange eyes going wide when he saw her. She gave him her widest smile, hoping he- "You bitch! Who gave you one of my pomegranates?!" He tore the fruit from her hands, slapping away her outstretched arms as she tried to take it back.

"Nooooo! That's mine!" She whined, jumping up and trying to steal the fruit back.

"Fuck off you harlot, these are the only fruit I enjoy, I didn't get them for you!" He pushed her back onto the chair, swearing as he looked at the torn, mangled piece of fruit in his hands. She stamped her foot, pouting as she turned to Hone-kun. "Hone-kun, Aki-chan is bullying me!"

"Ha! Hahahaa!" The boy laughed at her, "The hell do you want me to do, send him to his room? He's a big boy, he can do what he wants."

"Not like you'd be able to stop me anyway." Aki-chan said, throwing the, in her opinion, perfectly fine pomegranate into the trash.

"Hey. Asshole. I'm on your side on this, that can always change."

Kikai decided to stop the incoming argument before it could go any further. "Shogeki-kun, while you're here, I should remind you that we have a-"

"Project due on Thursday, you assume I haven't already finished it."

"But- Darling, we were just assigned the project earlier today, how on Earth were you able to learn about the project and finish it already?"

"You assume I don't just steal the lesson plans off of his desk when he is staring at me in the eyes and doesn't stop me."

At this point Hone-kun chimed in, "What? Dude, you can't ju-"

"I don't have time for this, I have a meeting to get to in a few hours, and I have to cram all of the training I was planning to do into an hour. Let's go, crazy." With that, Himiko found herself snuggled up against Aki-chan's arm once again, the taller boy growling at Hone-kun's laughter as they left the common room. He brought her back to their room, pushing her inside and grabbing a change of clothes. He turned back to her as he opened the door, saying, "I'm going to the gym, I want you to stay in here and behave for once. Alright? Kikai has been keeping me updated, and I've heard good things. Keep it up, Nedzu might offer you some more privileges." Aki-chan closed the door behind him, leaving the blonde alone in their room. She heard the magnets click into place, sealing the door closed and isolating her from the rest of the school.

Himiko breathed, an airy laugh slipping past her lips. She waited a few moments, just to be safe, before she laid on the floor and slid underneath her bed, grabbing the small ribbon she had hidden in the corner, stained with the blood of her groom-to-be.

Aki-chan couldn't be cut up by knives or blades, and she's already tried to pierce his skin with her teeth, only to be shocked all the same. But punches and kicks, blunt force trauma could make him bleed. A punch to the jaw could cut his skin from the inside out, his cheekbones harming him in ways she can only dream of. Most of the time, he'll be clean and showered, free of any blood, by the time he comes back to her. But not last night, no, he was bleeding and bruised all over, just for her, and there was still blood leaking from under his jaw. She waited until he fell asleep and cleaned it up, keeping it for herself. She couldn't drink it, not that it would be enough for her to use his quirk anyway. It was too precious, too little for her to savor by drinking it. The sight and smell of his blood would last her far longer.

She pressed the ribbon to her face, the scent of her beloved's blood filling her head and leaving her with a high she'd never get with any kind of drug. Himiko's thoughts were flooded with dreams of doves and roses, white as bone and as red as gore. She dreamt of an aisle of corpses, walking towards an archway of blooms as her beloved waited for her, a smile on his face. He wore a deep black kimono, trimmed with white, and his hair was tied into braids that Hamada-chan must have helped weave. Her own kimono was red, deep red, as red as the cherries that floated through the air like heavy, bloody raindrops. She passed by a small pile of orange goop, squirming on the floor, reaching out to touch her before falling in on itself with a sickeningly arousing squelch. She stepped past it, taking her place besides her Aki-chan.

His kimono seemed worn, far older than she had first thought. It was faded with time, just like the small assortment of dress clothes at he owns. She remembered a story about his grandfather's wedding, and realized that it must have been the very same kimono. She felt her face heat up, her cheeks turning a darker shade of pink. He was taking their wedding much more seriously than she thought he would. Would he stay? She always thought he'd run away from her, like everyone else does. Is he telling her he'd stay with her? She turned towards the official, a skeletal effigy in the vague image of her mother, propped up by cords hung from the archway, dressed as a shrine maiden and ready to begin the ceremony.

The words that came from the husk before them were soft and hollow, barely audible and with no sense to their meaning. They were sweet and filled her body like warm honey, before it began to grow as cold as the dead. The words from the husk grew hollow and muddled, like she was listening from under water. The cherries floating around them began to race to ground and explode, splattering the area with a blood red tinge, the juices staining her hair and leaving her skin feeling sticky and cold. Akira wouldn't like this, he hated it when she was all sticky, so she hoped he wouldn't be too upset.

She reached out and grabbed his hand, her own becoming clammy and cold. Was she shaking? She couldn't tell, she didn't feel cold. Her breathing was shallow, and a sharp pain was throbbing in the center of her chest. No, she didn't feel cold at all, instead she felt hot. Like, really hot. What was happening, was she okay? Himiko shook her head, feeling dizzy, like the words from her mother were making her feel this way. Her mother wanted her to meet a nice boy, she wouldn't want to make her sick on her wedding day.

What did her father say to her? 'Boys will always walk out on you, be careful around them!' Akira wasn't like that, he was all old fashioned, all traditional. Yes, he was. He'd stay with her, he wanted her to get better. He took her to the doctors, and they were gonna get her medicine…

Right?

"Don't leave." Himiko whispered, her plea deafening in the silence of the room, and she herself was too scared to look at her Akira. She could feel her heartbeat in her ears, pounding away like a distant but all-too-close drum. She couldn't bear the sight of him, too scared to see the disgust that must be on his face. She felt his grip tighten as tears began to spill from her eyes. He didn't say anything, as infuriating as always, trying to tell her what he wants to say through actions instead of the words she so desperately wants to hear. But would she listen if he did? Could she bear to hear whatever he may say? She doesn't want to run away if she doesn't have to, so why is her body screaming for her to escape?

She felt him lace his fingers through her's, and she carefully peeked at him from the corner of her eyes. He stared straight ahead, unblinking, looking as calm as always. He didn't seem bothered or worried by anything. Is he scared? She's never seen him scared; does he hide it well? What would he look like, his body wracked in the throes of fear and dread? She doesn't think she wants to see it. Doesn't she?

…

Is this love?

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2-A Student Spotlight

Hone Tatsuya- Male

Birthday- 5-19

Quirk- Bone Manipulation and Regeneration

Hero Name- Bleeding Hero: Bloodtinge

Heroic Rank 3

Academic Rank 9

Grey hair, scruffy and uneven. Has boney horns protruding from his forehead. Face is set in a perpetual scowl, with deep scars across his face and body. Wears tank tops and cargo shorts. Height is 6'2, with red eyes. Is anemic and tends to be deathly pale with sunken cheeks. Doesn't like people, animals, or ghosts. Don't ask about his horns, or he'll punch you. Wears black lipstick. Has a soft spot for Kaisha, and is embarrassed about it.

A/N- Shorter chapter than I'd like this time, I apologize for the wait. I'm still figuring out a way to write Toga that I am comfortable with.