[Chapter 6]


"How could this have happened?"

The room was silent when the question dropped like a bomb, the U.A teachers at a loss for words. Among their ranks was an empty seat meant for Aizawa, his absence creating a heavy sense of unease that permeated the room like a thick fog. Nezu's seat was empty too, having left for an emergency meeting when the Hero Association summoned him for an inquiry regarding USJ. In his place was Detective Tsukauchi, a friend of both the genius dog-mouse-bear-man and All Might.

All Might clenched his teeth, barely even able to comprehend the severity of what transpired only a day ago. The first successful villain attack on U.A in two decades. Rapid-fire questions were sent across the table, with the befuddled teachers slowly piecing together how the villains had gotten past their security measures.

"—no doubt this is related to the false alarm the other day. All those reporters… you think someone might have slipped through?" Present Mic speculated.

"It's possible." Midnight pursed her lips, looking pensive. "The breach in our defenses, coinciding with the timing of the assault on USJ. It's like they had insider info on our schedules."

"There's only one possible conclusion, then." Snipe grunted. "Gentlemen, and lady. There is a spy among us."

"A traitor among the students?" All Might whispered, appalled. "No, that can't be."

"I'm afraid we have to consider all possibilities, All Might." Detective Tsukauchi said grimly. "Then there's the elephant in the room. We apprehended a total of 53 villains at USJ the other day. 19 were dead when we found them."

"19?" Midnight paled. "Did any of the students…?"

"No." Tsukauchi clarified, causing her to let out a sigh of relief. "From what we've gathered, they were… murdered, by one of their own. An unknown villain whom we've yet to identify."

The detective thumbed a remote, turning their attention to a holo-projected image on the wall. It depicted a villain dressed in a white jacket and a hockey mask scaling the curved walls of USJ to make his escape, a 2-meter long emerald tail trailing behind him. He was looking right at the camera, poisonous green pupils boring into them.

"According to the students' testimonies, this unknown villain turned against his allies and took them down in cold blood. It's reported that he played a critical part in saving both Ms. Hagakure Toru and Ms. Tsuyu Asui from being killed by the attacking villains. However, he also attacked multiple students with the intent to maim, including one Bakugo Katsuki." Tsukauchi continued. "Based on his eyewitness account and the characteristics of the villain's Quirk, we believe…"

He took a moment to adjust his tie, grimacing.

"We believe that this is the S-Class villain 'Jackrabbit'."

There was a moment of absolute silence before hushed whispers and confused exclamations rippled around the room like a wave. The hockey mask kept staring at them all from the still image, as if mocking them. All Might was the only one who seemed a little confused at all the commotion.

"This is bad. Really, really bad." Present Mic muttered worriedly. "Superhuman strength, speed, and toughness, a blade-tail Quirk… It's a match."

"The lil' bunny's pretty far from his stomping grounds, huh." Snipe said, cupping his chin.

"Jackrabbit? I thought he was an urban legend." All Might blinked.

"Oh, he's real. There's a reason why Musutafu City's crime rate is at a record low, and it's not because of us." Midnight pursed her lips. "Few have ever seen him, but he's out there. They call him the Corpse-collector. The Villainkiller. The second coming of Jack The Ripper."

"So the legends are true, then?"

"Most of them." Snipe admitted. "Fact of the matter is, few heroes even dare to enter Musutafu nowadays. Word on the street is any hero who's not pure of heart will simply disappear. Like dust in the wind."

"Pure of heart?" All Might looked skeptical even as Snipe wiggled his fingers.

"Right, you ain't from around these parts. A few years ago there was a big scandal about corruption in the hero industry, but what the media didn't tell you was that Jackie boy was the one that exposed it." The Cowboy Hero nodded grimly. "He's a smart fella that's evaded all our capture attempts, and that makes him dangerous. They say he's as silent as a ghost, as fast as a striking rattlesnake…"

"I think we're getting off topic." Tsukauchi coughed, drawing their attention. "Fact of the matter is, Jackrabbit has finally revealed himself outside of Musutafu. Why he did it here is a mystery. Our boys still have no clues on his objectives… killing his fellow villains, saving students, then attacking them? It just doesn't make sense."

"He might be batshit insane." Power Loader suggested.

"Perhaps." Tsukauchi opened a folder and spilled its contents across the table. "Here are the autopsy reports of the deceased villains. Unfortunately, we didn't find any fingerprints or DNA samples. Nothing under their nails, either. This may be the first time we're getting an actual look at some of Jackrabbit's victims, and the results are… disturbing."

All Might picked up one of the reports and winced. That was a bit of an understatement. Many of the bodies had their limbs removed, Jackrabbit having torn through them completely. Some of them were missing their heads, which were nowhere to be found even after they searched USJ with a fine-toothed comb. Had the villain taken them along with him?

"It says here that many of them were…" Midnight squinted at her folder. "Disemboweled. Their kidneys and organs were removed. Maybe he's an organ harvester?"

"It's possible." Tsukauchi nodded in agreement. "Our sources indicate that despite the relative peace of the city there appears to be one or more back-alley doctors willing to attend to both vigilantes and villains. However, we haven't been able to locate any of them. Jackrabbit might be supplying them as a way to make income."

"Or he could be taking them as trophies. Sick bastard. They never did find any hero nor villain that vanished in Musutafu…" Vlad King muttered. "There's even a rumor that corrupt heroes were sent there on purpose to make them disappear. Hell, if this is what he does to his fellow villains, what do you think he does to heroes?"

"He's one sick varmint, that's for sure." Snipe shook his head in disgust. "I mean, lookit this. Practically tore them open, and this one guy's been dressed like a deer."

All Might felt sick when the cowboy flipped the document for everyone to see. The villain's corpse was like something out of a horror movie, with the mouth wide open without a tongue, the eyes and nose removed, sections of his cheeks carved off as if by a knife. Midnight clearly felt the same way, turning green and bringing a hand to her mouth.

"He took nearly everything." Snipe continued. "Heart, lungs, kidneys, pancreas, spleen… I mean, who takes a spleen?"

"Ugh. I think I'm gonna be sick." Midnight groaned. Beside her Hound Dog was silent, studying the documents with a strange intensity.

"This guy still has something left." Vlad King observed, leaning over the grisly photo. "Is that his liver?"

"Yeah, but according to this here report—" Snipe took a closer look. "It was cut out of him before Jackrabbit put it back in. Huh. Why would he even do that?"

"Because there's something wrong with the meat."

All eyes turned to the man who'd been silent throughout the entire meeting. Hound Dog didn't take his eyes off the photo on the table, jaws muscles protruding from how hard he was clenching his teeth.

"That lump right there, on the right side of the liver." Hound Dog said. "If that's what I think it is…"

"A tumor." Tsukauchi confirmed. "This dead villain, we believe he had undiagnosed liver cancer. But I don't see why you had to point that out."

"I was the one who took Bakugo Katsuki's statement. Afterwards I did some digging, no pun intended, wan." Hound Dog growled. "He says that Jackrabbit was the very same villain that cut off his arm. I might be breaching patient confidentiality with what I'm about to reveal, but things have taken a turn for the worse if my hunch is right. Jackrabbit, he…"

Everyone leaned in closer to hear what Hound Dog had to say.

"...Bakugo claimed that on the day Jackrabbit attacked him, he ate his arm." Hound Dog grunted. "At first I thought it was an exaggeration, or perhaps his mind was clouding the trauma of that night. Now I'm sure of it."

"Wait a minute." Tsukauchi paled, looking visibly disturbed. "You're suggesting that…"

"Yeah. Jackrabbit isn't harvesting those organs to sell on the black market."

Hound Dog took a deep breath before confirming the horrifying truth they were all afraid to say out loud.

"He's eating them."

A pregnant silence hung in the air as they processed the sheer madness of the situation. A cannibal. A man-eating monster had gotten that close to their students, saved some while toying with others.

"Oh, fuck." Midnight breathed.

"That… would explain the missing victims…" Present Mic winced.

"Indeed. If Nezu were here he'd declare a code black." Vlad King's fists tightened on the tabletop. "We'll have to keep an eye out on the ones he had a clear interest in. Which ones?"

"Todoroki Shoto, Hagakure Toru, Tsuyu Asui, and Bakugo Katsuki." Power Loader read out the names. "I can assign extra security bots to guard them on their way back home."

"Do it." Vlad King nodded. "It's a stopgap measure, but it's better than nothing."

"A cannibal villain, right under our noses." Tsukauchi grimaced. "The original reports regarding Bakugo's assault were closed years ago according to the archives. I guess whoever worked on the case didn't take him seriously to mention that little detail. Either that, or they were incompetent."

"Gee, you think?" Midnight scowled. "This is a nightmare. If Jackrabbit gets his hands on any of those kids—"

"He won't." All Might said. "Not as long as I am here."

"Let's hope so." Snipe agreed, thumbing his revolver nervously. "One shudders to imagine what inhuman thoughts lie behind that mask. What kind of monster is capable of such cruelty? It just ain't right. I bet that even now he's planning to eat them all alive…"

[x]

"I'm giving these cookies a 7/10." Izuku gave Toga a thumbs up. "Taste is good, the texture is good, they aren't burnt… Great job."

"Thanks!" Toga smiled, looking genuinely proud of herself. "They're really yummy, aren't they?"

"They're for you to enjoy, then." Izuku pushed the tray of freshly-baked cookies towards her. "Even If I can taste them, I can't eat 'em."

"Huh? Why not?" Toga pouted. "Hey, I put a lot of effort into making these!"

"It's not you, it's me." Izuku said. "My physiology makes me incapable of digesting food that doesn't have human in it. I'll get sick if I eat normal food. If anything, I've changed since I met you, Toga-san."

"Really?!" Toga exclaimed, excited. "Aww, you're making me blush~"

"I meant that literally." Izuku ignored her girlish squeals. "Ever since I consumed part of your Quirk, mine's changed too. Regular foods don't just taste like rotting garbage anymore, I can taste sweet and sour…"

Izuku munched on another cookie, smiling softly.

"But the fact remains that I still have to eat people to survive." he said. "A shame, but I've learned to live with it. I'll always be a monster."

"Hehehe~" Toga drew closer until she bumped shoulders with him, snacking on a cookie of her own. "And we monsters gotta stick together."

"Quite so." Izuku paused. "Hmm."

Toga smelled amazing. She was a blend of spices and sweetness, a distinct fragrance that caused his mouth to water. Now that she'd cleaned herself up the sour scent was gone, leaving her fresh and soft like a blooming flower. His enhanced sense of smell could pick up the pheromones in her sweat, the smell of her hair. It was intoxicating, drawing him closer and closer like a scent trap.

Izuku wanted her. He wanted to sink his teeth into her flesh and feel her warmth—He tore himself away, hoping she did not notice.

"What's wrong?" Toga asked, blinking curiously.

"Nothing." Izuku lied. "I'm just—"

Hungry.

"—tired. Keep practicing on those cookies, and they should be good enough to be on the menu soon. I'll take a break, you know where to find me."

"If you say so." Toga shrugged, proceeding to whip up a new batch. "Hmm, hmm~"

Izuku stumbled away, the gnawing hunger eating at him from the inside. With Toga's back to him it was hard to resist. She was so sweet, so vulnerable… his eyes locked on to the pale white flesh of her neck, biting down on his own tongue in an effort to distract himself.

He left her to his devices soon after, making his way deeper into the shop. His cat rubbed against his leg worriedly, letting out a loud meow.

"I'm okay, Nyako." Izuku exhaled. "Just some self-control issues."

"Mrrrrow."

"Right, right." Izuku agreed. "I need to put my mind elsewhere. I know just the thing."

After a few minutes of searching in the cold room, he found what he was looking for. A frozen bundle wrapped in black and orange cloth. Izuku brought it back to his room, resisting the urge to lock the door behind him. He wasn't that far gone yet. Sitting down, the boy gingerly peeled back the protective outer layer of one of his greatest treasures.

The left hand of Bakugo Katsuki rested atop his table, ice crystals shrouding the pale blue skin.

Izuku took his time to appreciate it, the object of near-worship drawing his thoughts away from Toga. There was so little of it left. When he took it from Bakugo it'd been an entire arm. Izuku had been savoring it bit by bit, carving off chunks for special occasions. It still smelled like him, with a faint hint of burnt caramel.

"Oooh, Kacchan." Izuku smiled. "Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan. What would I do without you?"

He brought the severed hand up to his face and took a deep breath, letting out a low sigh of delight. Nyako meowed again, then curled up onto Izuku's bed to take a nap. The boy smiled to himself and began to work, manifesting his Quirk in a flash of green.

Now that he knew his Quirk had the ability to revitalize dead flesh, Izuku was struck by inspiration. His old hero notebooks, once written in worship of them, were transformed into cookbooks. Now they would serve their original purpose, albeit in a new, gruesome fashion.

His Kagune slithered under the bed and retrieved one particular notebook. Hero Analysis For The Future. Flipping through it, Izuku reached the page where he'd written down an entry for Bakugo. It detailed the things his Quirk could do, all the ways Explosion could be utilized to its maximum potential.

The hunger clawed at Izuku for a moment since there was food before him, but he quelled it by thinking of numbers. Anything to distract himself, lest he devour all he had left of his share of Bakugo.

What's a thousand minus seven?

Izuku began to work. One of the Quinque suitcases he'd stolen from the Yakuza was placed atop the table, with Izuku gently prying it open to reveal its high-tech contents. He was no engineer, but he was resourceful. Much of the weapon's internals were surprisingly easy to modify if one knew what they were doing.

The soldering iron in his hand sizzled, with Izuku humming to himself while making slight changes to accommodate the weapon's new payload. On the far end of his desk his Kagune wriggled, the razor-sharp tip opening like a blooming flower. A single, smaller tentacle slowly crept outward towards Bakugo's severed hand, taking on a shape most suited for its new task. It was to be a mimicry of Bakugo's nervous system, allowing Izuku control of the hand. Sharp, spiking legs sprouted from the main body, a pair of piercing fangs forming from a jaw. Twin tendrils emerged from the tip and felt around the desk, a pair of antennae that pointed straight at the gaping wound that was once Bakugo's wrist joint. The construct no longer slithered, but scuttled towards the wooden surface. Izuku smiled to himself at its odd appearance.

It looked like a centipede.

The centipede extension of his Quirk crawled towards Bakugo's hand, and dived into the flesh ravenously. It burrowed deep within, hijacking the manipulator and sending mock bioelectric signals while circulating a stream of Izuku's own specialized cells.

Before long, the hand began to twitch.

"Oh my." Izuku whispered, watching with scientific curiosity.

The severed hand twitched, wriggled, and pulsed. Like an oversized spider undergoing cardiac arrest. Then it stopped, and Izuku let out a big smile.

It flipped itself over and crawled around upon Izuku's command. He couldn't help but laugh. It was like that creature from that old TV series, scuttling atop the tabletop. Then he made it flip the bird, laughing even harder. Was it immature? Perhaps. But he'd be lying if he said it wasn't fun.

"Look at you…" Izuku grinned, letting it hop into his palms. "How adorable."

His Kagune was still connected to it. Naturally, it wasn't a sentient being, merely a zombie under Izuku's control. Nyako however, let out a loud hiss when it leapt onto the bed, clawing the air and hiding behind a pillow when it approached. The boy chuckled and retrieved it, letting it crawl onto his shoulder where it sat patiently. It was a strange, nostalgic feeling. All the times Bakugo had grabbed him by the shoulder…

"Hmm." Izuku said. No point in reminiscing about the past.

He continued to work on the Quinque, making slight modifications here and there. He removed things he didn't need, and jury-rigged spare parts he had together to accommodate the new custom build. It was a kit-bashed, nightmarish monster of a weapon, but that was how Izuku wanted it to be. It was how he envisioned Bakugo, with all his strength and bravado.

Atop his shoulder the hand crackled, tiny explosions creating a small wisp of smoke.

Once he had everything ready Izuku gently placed the hand at the core of the suitcase weapon, separating it from his Kagune. The zombified hand did as it was told and settled down, splaying outwards before wrapping around the crystalline core. The flesh that was once Bakugo's melted, turning to a red sludge that filled every crevice of the weapon in a crimson flood.

Izuku crossed his fingers before uncrossing them, knowing it would work. He believed it would. It was a combination of machine and nerve, alongside flesh and faith. The roiling, organic slime of his Quirk blended seamlessly with the cold metal and futuristic circuitry, exposed nerves fusing with wiring.

Beautiful.

There was still work to be done, and Izuku continued. He was in a fugue, a mindless trance as the hours flew by like minutes. The hunger that plagued him was locked away, replaced by a lust for knowledge. To create something new. Something revolutionary. Every single time he made a Quinque, he put his heart and soul into it.

His eyelids grew heavy as time passed, and Izuku rested his head atop the table, staring at the magnificence of his creation. The weapon's core pulsed like a beating heart, but yet it was still incomplete. It was trembling erratically, an uneven cadence compared to a stable resonance Izuku knew from his past two creations. Something was missing, but what?

The boy scratched his head. It didn't make sense. The two Quinques he made didn't have this issue. It was almost as if Bakugo's flesh itself was rejecting the unnatural linking, refusing to be wielded by someone other than its original host.

Izuku hooked up a laptop equipped with a program he'd written himself to monitor the synchronization rate of his new modification with the Quinque, but this particular work seemed to be lacking. There on the screen in bold white letters were three disappointing words.

'Sync rate: 52%'.

He just couldn't figure it out…

Izuku's eyes drifted and he yawned, falling asleep.

[x]

Midoriya Izuku dreamed.

He dreamed of a desolate land, and found himself upon the shores of his own subconscious. The sky was dyed a deep red, the land scorched, raked and raw. A hellscape of his own creation.

There, he found a house which could not stand. A rickety wooden shack that had partially collapsed, lacking a door. The windows and entrance were draped with torn, beige leather, and upon closer inspection it was made with human skin.

"Ah." Izuku said.

And he entered the dream-house.

Within it were two entities. The first was most peculiar; a rabbit with green fur. The poor creature was wounded, bleeding from a deep gash in its side that dyed its pelt an ugly red. It was crying, teardrops splattering against the rotted, wooden floor.

The second was a one-eyed owl. It too, was green, and was perched atop a gnarled, ugly rocking chair. Izuku glanced at the owl's missing eye, and the rabbit's red paw. A fight, perhaps.

"Stop." The rabbit begged. "Please stop. This isn't you…"

"Ha ha ha." the owl laughed. "A corpse is talking."

It looked right at Izuku, a hint of amusement within its single-eyed gaze. Black sclera, with an emerald pupil.

"Isn't it funny?" the owl continued. "It's all a joke, so we might as well laugh."

"Mom… mom wouldn't have wanted this." the rabbit whimpered in a child's voice.

Dawning realization hit Izuku like a sledgehammer. Of course. A dream… his subconscious?

"Then the world shouldn't have took her away from us." the owl said. "It's all a joke. All of it. All the world's a stage…"

The owl flapped its wings, hovering right before Izuku's face.

"...and all the men and women merely players." Izuku finished its sentence.

"Quite so." the owl agreed with a nod before landing on the chair once more. "And we…"

The otherworldly creature rotated its head all the way around, matching Izuku's gaze with its single eye.

"...are the clowns."

Maddening laughter filled Izuku's ears, and it took a moment for him to realize that he was the one laughing. Before him the rabbit looked crestfallen and defeated, sobbing into the ground.

"Come now. Dry thy tears." The owl hooted, floating downwards to comfort its foe. "Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and you cry alone."

It proceeded to look up at Izuku again from the ground, and he watched as tendrils of flesh blossomed within its empty eye socket. It regenerated an entire eye, with black sclera and a slitted, golden pupil. Izuku could have sworn he saw it smile.

"Would it be better to laugh or to cry, o wielder mine?" the owl asked him. "You decide."

[x]

The world spun into a whirlwind of colors, and Izuku awoke. What was… what was he dreaming about again? It was at the tip of his mind, but that was soon forgotten when he beheld the sight before him.

He was still in his room, having fallen asleep while resting his head on the desk. There the suitcase-weapon still rested, but something had changed. The spherical lump of flesh now throbbed with a healthy rhythm, resembling a beating heart.

"Eureka." Izuku whispered.

All that was left was to apply the finishing touches, and Izuku did so with renewed enthusiasm. Once the weapon was completed, Izuku deployed it with a flourish.

The suitcase transformed, the handle lengthening with the shift of gears. What was once Bakugo's flesh coiled around the tip in a swirl of red, solidifying into a large mass that hardened almost instantly. Bone and keratin, carapace and flesh. A weapon that was just as outstanding and explosive as the one it was made from.

Kacchan 1/4.

It was beautiful. Izuku admired it for a few more moments before putting it away, stroking the weapon's head softly. He couldn't wait for a field test.

Yawning, he made his way into the living room where he found Toga watching late-night TV while lounging on the couch. Beside her Nyako was asleep, having reluctantly accepted her new housemate.

"Yo, Izuku-Izuku." Toga greeted him with a wave.

"Evening, Toga-san." he smiled. She scooted over so he'd have a place to sit. "Couldn't sleep?"

"Not really." Toga admitted. "I'm just nervous, you know. It's my first day of work tomorrow. Did I mention that I've never had a job before?"

"I'm sure you'll do great, Toga-san." Izuku said. "Just don't stab any of the customers."

"You don't have to call me Toga, you know…" she pouted. "Himiko."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Himiko." Toga said again. "That's my name. I want you to call me that."

"That would be inappropriate." A red tinge dusted Izuku's cheeks. "All we have is a working relationship."

"Is that so?" the blonde asked. "What about the way you look at me, then?"

"That's different." Izuku said quickly.

"Is it?" Toga edged closer. "What if I told you… that I've been looking at you the same way?"

She was close enough that Izuku could feel her breath on his skin. A warm red blush made its way across her face, and Izuku had to physically hold himself back right there and then. She was offering herself to him on a silver platter, and it took all it had in him not to devour her on the spot.

"Are we thinking the same thing, Izuku?" Toga, no, Himiko whispered breathlessly. "What do you want to do to me?"

Izuku was silent for a moment before he responded.

"I want to eat you."

Himiko smiled.

"As do I." she answered.

Beige, gooey slime rushed from her skin and Himiko transformed into an exact copy of Camie, crawling towards Izuku seductively. She settled down onto his lap and faced him, pulling open her buttoned shirt to expose her frilly bra and soft, vulnerable neck. One of the buttons flew off and struck Nyako, causing her to wake up with an annoyed meow and sending her scampering away to her basket in the other room.

"Go on, then." Himiko-camie whispered. "Eat up."

"...No." Izuku said.

"Hm?"

"I want you. The real you." Izuku growled and sank his teeth into her neck.

Himiko gasped and he pulled away the disguise that hid her true form, gulping it down. The right side of her face was still Camie, while the left had been torn off to reveal her real face, blushing like a schoolgirl.

She let out a low moan of delight when Izuku manifested his Kagune and nicked his own neck, allowing for a steady stream of blood. Himiko suckled on his neck while he kissed hers, the both of them locked into an embrace. Her hands clawed across his wide back while Izuku arms held her tight, the two monsters loving each other in the only way they knew how. She was so warm, so soft, so sweet…

Izuku pulled away the same time she did, the both of them gasping for air. Himiko's teeth and lips were red with blood, only making her look all the more beautiful. They locked eyes for a moment before kissing, with him holding the back of her head with utmost care. It was a clumsy, awkward kiss that tasted like blood. One full of passion, bloodlust, and unsatiated hunger.

When he broke the kiss she whined like a hurt puppy, begging for more.

"More… I want… oh?" Himiko's eyes shot downward before giving him a lewd smile. "Hehehe~"

Izuku froze. Something strange was happening. He could feel it stirring within him, rushing forth towards the surface.

"Is that a knife in your pants, or are you just happy to hold me? Look I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroker, not a garter snake, I need a king cobra~" Himiko giggled and sang. "With a hook in it, hope it lean… over…"

She trailed off, eyes widening when a pair of scaled, emerald tentacles emerged from Izuku's pants. Himiko blinked a few times before meeting his gaze.

"I was kidding about the snake thing." she said in a small, nervous voice.

"That's not my…" Izuku sighed. "I think eating the stuff that your Quirk produces does something to mine. Again."

"Really?" Himiko said, inspecting the tentacles with renewed interest. "Whoa…"

Izuku closed his eyes and flexed the new appendages. They were similar to his tail, yet so very different. For one, the scaled appearance was a dead giveaway that they were completely different. Whereas his tail was smooth like skin, the pair of tentacles was covered in tiny, hardened scales. They felt more flexible, faster and stronger. But at the same time, Izuku also felt that they were more fragile, easily prone to tearing. He had one coil around his original tail and made them pull at each other, testing their tensile strength.

"Hmmm…" Izuku pondered, marveling at the power they could output. "Not bad. Not bad at all."

"So… eating my goo made you grow new tails?" Himiko laughed, poking at one playfully. "Wicked."

"Don't call it goo." Izuku made a face, though he did smirk when she smiled. "And they're not tails. My original tail came from the base of my spine, my tailbone. These two… I think they're released from the back of my waist."

The scaled tentacles twisted and warped at his will, with him having absolute control of them as if they were extensions of his very mind rather than extra limbs. The same feeling that he had with his original tail. Izuku guessed that they were all directly linked to his spinal cord.

Scale-red. Rinkaku.

"No kidding." Himiko peered over his shoulder and down at his back. "Say, you wanna see what kinda kinky stuff we can do with these?"

"I'd rather not." Izuku said flatly. "These aren't toys, they're dangerous…"

"That's the thing, cutie." Himiko leaned in and kissed him again. "I like danger."

He kissed her back, wrapping her in another embrace. The two teenagers collapsed onto the couch, holding each other close.

Neither of them said a word for the rest of the night.


[Chapter 6 End]


AND THEN THEY FUCKED.

This will be important later.

Thank you for reading!