AN: I do not own MHA.
Just made this since I hit a snag in Inked.
(Room)
I looked at the information Himiko had sent me earlier. After the little talk about Kaachan and Mei, she had sent me a text to analyze a person's quirk. Which I had refused.
She thought telling me that they were a villain would persuade me, but I stuck by my decision. "But Izu-kun, I need this for my mission!"
"No, Himiko! I'm not going to help you with your crimes." I told her.
"You're not even listening! You're not helping with the heist! You're just helping me find ways to take down these goons!" She argued.
"I should give this to the police."
"But then you will increase my chances of getting captured!" She whined, "Do you really want me locked up? Stuck in a dirty musty cold cell, all alone? With who knows what kind of pervert trying to take advantage of my vulnerable state?"
"I'm not helping the league in any way!" She was laying it on thick now. But I wouldn't budge!
"We aren't even in it for the money! We just need one of the guys. He's the son of some two-bit gangster we want some brownie points with," she explained.
"And what are you all going to do with that favor? Get a chance to take over that guy's operations?" I asked.
"You know what, I don't actually know!" She answered with a chirp, "But that sounds like a good plan!"
"Gangs are now heavily watched by the police and easily controlled," I told her, "Most of the time heroes aren't even needed to take of them. I'm not going to let something like that get in the hands of the league. Shigaraki is a loose cannon willing to strike at anyone. He doesn't need and cannot have their resources to further his ambitions! That's why I can't help you. I also will not be an accomplice to any of your crimes."
"But you have to do something with the information I gave you…" She said ominously, "It would look really bad if someone ever finds out you had knowledge on this job."
"Are you threatening me?"
"Nope! I'm just informing you that you can't really sit on this information!"
Fuck. Think Izuku. How to get out of this hole?
"What if I tipped off the police about this?" I asked.
"But I could get caught!"
"No, you won't. I can figure out a way for you to escape, unnoticed." I really needed her to agree. I couldn't sleep right with this knowledge on me.
"Sounds like you will actually help with the heist!"
I sighed. "I'm not doing that. I'm helping the police. I could even have them intercept the guys before they even get to the bank."
"But will that be enough for the police to actually arrest them?" Toga questioned, "Don't the police need to catch these guys in the act? It's not like they will have guns on them."
"That's too risky. I don't want to take chances with innocent lives during this stunt.," I answered.
"Oh, I know! I will stab them if they get too frisky with some poor sap!" Toga suggested.
"You sound too willing to do that…" I said suspiciously.
"Come on, Izu-kun! I haven't made anyone bleed in like a week!" She was whining again, "Do you know how hard that is? I usually get a chance to beat up some low life scum that is interfering with Boss's plans, but no one is fucking with us right now! It's so boring sometimes!"
I knew she wasn't doing this out of the goodness of her heart. "I don't want to be the reason you are hurting people."
"Izu-kun, these are bad guys! You get to hurt bad guys all the time!"
I rubbed my forehead in frustration. "That's because those bad guys, your friends, always keep attacking my friends and me. And I still have to get permission to fight back most of the time!"
"I'm asking for permission!" Just ignore everything else I say.
"Himiko…"
"Izuku," She used my name? That's weird, "This little mission of mine is going to happen rather you want it or not. I have to do this. I'm giving you the chance to control somethings about it. Like, keep innocents alive. When you came up with something useful, call me back."
"Himiko, wait!" She hung up.
I stared at the phone in shock. I dropped it on my bed and placed my face in my hands. Was do I always get caught up in such big messes? First One for All and All for One. Now Himiko and League's crimes.
(Streets)
I snickered as I hung up. Sure, I was being a tad manipulative right. Well, more than usual. But, I wanted information to help my mission go more smoothly.
I didn't need my beloved's brain for this, but it will help reduce how much time it took up. Stalking your prey for days to figure out their habits and routines takes time! And that was time I wanted to use to be with my Izu-kun!
And plus the woman was so boring! As Bossman would say, she's a generic NPC. And her quirk was kind of lame. Elongated nails. Like, really?
I guess that could help her in fighting, but who needs foot long nails? They would break so easily. Mine were like an inch, nice and sharp at the tip. That's all you need in the nail weapon department!
Maybe she's compensating for something? She is flat-chested. Or she thinks they make her seem scarier? I wouldn't know since almost nothing scares me, but I believe regular people will be frightened by long sharp claws being waved around at them.
My phone started to ring. It was Izu-kun. "Hey, baby."
"Himiko, I'm going to help you," my beloved said.
"That's so sweet of you babe!" I told him cheerily, "You're such a wonderful guy!"
"T-thank you." He was nervous. It had to be because he was helping me.
"I'm going to tip off the police, but anonymously," He explained. I kept my mouth shut. He had a reason. "I can't help you without having some insurance for the civilians' safety."
"You don't trust me, Izu-kun?" I asked the tone that always weakened his will.
"It's n-not about trusting you, it's about not t-trusting the other people." Good save, "I don't know them or how they would react."
"You still need to infiltrate the group."
"Of course, Captain Obvious!" I heard him sputter in the background, "Got any tips on how to get rid of the floozy?"
"F-floozy? Why do you say that?"
"I just got a feeling about her…" I told him, "Now come one with breakdown."
"I did some research on her. Ami Tsume, age 21. Quirk: Talon. She is able to extend her nails up to one foot long. Her nails are made of regular keratin and become weaker after extender off her finger. The longer the length, the weaker they become," he told me, "The last quirk assessment she had was right before she entered high school and tried out for a hero course at a public school."
"Well she obviously flunked out if she's hanging out with these scum," I said, now inspecting my own nails.
"T-that's not entirely true. She didn't even get into the course, failing the physical and written portion. She went to Gen Ed and never tried again. She just gave up and graduated," Izuku told me, "After that, she was arrested for a few pretty crimes."
"So a failure," I said with slight disdain.
"H-himiko, she's just having a rough time right now! She's not a failure!" Izu-kun argued.
"She didn't achieve her dreams though," I told him, "And she gave up after one try."
"M-maybe she just lost hope and figured that she was cut out for a being a Pro Hero," he whispered.
I looked at my phone in confusion. My baby sounded sad. "Izu-kun, what's wrong?"
"I don't think it's right to judge to her, just because she failed," He answered.
"Oh come on! She had like ten years to train for it!" I told him, trying to make him see reason, "If she really wanted to get it, she would have worked for it."
"But…"
"No buts!" I cut him off, "It's not like she gained a quirk almost a year earlier and tried to pass the most difficult entrance exam."
"H-himiko-chan, w-what are you t-talking about?" I rolled my eyes.
"Izu-kun, I've read about the story where you ran to save that asshole from that slime villain," I informed him, "It even said you were quirkless!"
"W-why would you r-read something like t-that?" Why was he nervous again? Like, even more, nervous than before.
"After Mr. Stainy acknowledged you as a true hero, I dug into your past a little," I told him, "Do you think I spent all that time following you before the training camp without learning your backstory?"
I could imagine him shaking right now. "Come on Izu-kun, give me some credit. You go out of your way to find about me before even meeting me and don't expect the same from me? I'm kinda hurt!"
"I'm s-sorry!" He blurted out, "It's j-just nobody r-really ever t-thought I was interesting enough to know that kind of stuff!"
"What about your friends at school?" I asked curiously.
"They don't really ask that kind of stuff," He told me, with me getting a little agitated, "B-but for g-good reason. Normally really personal stuff is always coming up for them and we're trying to fix it!"
"What about your middle school friends?" I asked.
"I d-didn't have any…"
"That's what I thought. I never have seen you hang out with anybody that wasn't from U.A. And the people you've come across that seemed familiar to you were always apologizing." I told him.
"H-himiko-chan, can we stop talking about this?" He pleaded. Must have hit a sore spot.
"Okay baby," I told him, "I don't have to start until Wednesday, so I'll just come back in a few."
"Himiko, you can't! It's too late now and I have school tomorrow!" He protested.
"Just leave your window open. I'll slip right in!" I told him, "I saw the thing while I was there."
"Okay," He sounded defeated.
"Seen you soon," I said, "Love you!"
"See you later."
(My Room)
My hands clutched my head as my fingers pulled on my hair. I was rocking on my bed, trying to calm myself after the talk.
How much did she know? Did she know about One for All? She is part of the league, who worked under All for One. Wait, does that mean all of them know? Oh gods, I can taste dinner again!
I ran to the bathroom, hovering over the toilet. I needed to take deep breaths and calm down. I didn't want to alert Mom. Think this out rationally, Izuku!
Himiko knows about your former lack of a quirk from the sludge incident. The news reported it and people's quirks are publically accessible. Plus all the heroes there knew I was quirkless since they patrol my neighborhood regularly and I bothered them a lot. Me being quirkless was easy to find out for the news.
And Himiko didn't start…stalking me until after Hosu. By then, anyone and everyone saw me at the Sports Festival using One for All. And from that I became known for my self-destructive quirk.
Then Hosu happened, with Stain's announcement. So I had to be safe! All Might's secret was safe! She didn't know about One for All! I was just overacting. She even suggested I was quirkless I could be a great quirk counselor.
I went to the kitchen and drank a glass of water to help my nerves. The cold refreshing liquid went down my throat, calming me down. I cleaned my glass and put it in the plate holder to dry.
I walked back into my room, almost jumping out my skin when I saw her. I closed the door behind me, to dampen the noise. Mom was asleep and I didn't want to wake her. "Himiko, you could have texted me."
She raised an eyebrow, revealing she held my phone in her hand. I looked down as my cheeks warmed. I sat down beside her. "I went to get a drink. How did you get here so fast?"
"Was in the neighborhood already," she whispered. She must have caught my look of confusion as she began to speak again. "This is the time your mom usually goes asleep."
That wasn't creepy at all. I shook my head, not wanting to focus on that. "Thank you for being considerate."
She pecked me on the cheek. "I wouldn't want to upset my future mother-in-law."
She grabbed my hand and leaned on me. I looked to my right to see her eyes closed and a smile on her face. A different type of smile. One not filled with hyperactivity or bloodlust. One of calmness. A smile she only had when she felt safe.
I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her close to me. She snuggled up to me, placing her head on my chest. "Want to watch something?"
She opened her eyes to look at me. "Naw. I just want to cuddle."
"Himiko, you can't stay the night," I told her.
She started pouting and her eyes got watery. "Please Izu-kun?"
I tried to look away, but she stopped me by cupping my face. "Please baby."
"O-okay." She gave me a smile and a kiss. We then shifted our bodies to get under the covers. Before we got comfortable, she pulled on my shirt. I gave her a questioning glance.
"Shirt off." I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, "Izu-kun, I just want to lay my head on your chest. I promise."
I took her word for it, slipping out my shirt. We lied down on the bed, her head on my chest and our legs tangled together. My arm was wrapped around her waist. She grabbed my chin to steal a kiss. "Goodnight Izu-kun."
"Goodnight Himiko."
