She needed a plan, a plan to get out of here and get back to her love. She giggled at the thought and sighed wistfully, the back of her hand against her forehead slowly trailing down her face to her lips. The memory of his touch, lips, the fire, and the passion. The promise that he was about to lay her there on the very earth and ravage her.

Would he even strip her nude? No, he would have just torn open her shirt, exposing her breasts so he could mark those as his. Her hand trailed down to her breasts, giving them a light pinch.

Then he would push her white cotton panties to the side, exposing her most private area to him. Her hand began to trail lower. A whimper to be gentle that it was her first time. He would growl and tell her how if she wanted gentle, she should have submitted to someone else. A gasp and a shudder as he made her into a woman, his woman. A flash of pain followed by a trip to the gates of heaven as he molded her to fit him. She would try to beg him to be tender, but her pleasure wouldn't allow her to form words. Without mercy, he would claim her, turning her onto her stomach to mount her like an animal in heat. That was all she could be with him, submitting to his every desire as he marked her with his seed. His mouth marks her neck again and again. Then only then would he take her gently and tender as all the others watched, including that dumb Bitch; she would watch and pleasure herself as Himi's mate made love to her in front of all of them. Maybe she would let him mate with them; after all, such a big, strong man needed more than one mate, and there was that one that was in love with….

*KNOCK, KNOCK*

"WHO THE FUCK IS IT?" she yelled, being ripped from her fantasy.

"Himi? It's Magne…"

Himiko mumbled to herself as she adjusted her clothing and opened the door. Magne stood there looking at Himiko, almost examining her; Himiko raised an eyebrow. "Well?"

"I need to talk to you," Magne said; Himiko stepped to the side and allowed Magne to step in. Magne looked at the bed, immediately thought better, and sat on a chair in the corner.

"What is going on, Himiko?" Magne said, "You were acting weird on the raid, then at the end, you were acting super weird, then you a copy of you comes crashing in with that…" Magne was about to disparage, but the look in Himiko's eyes stopped her. "That boy."

"That boy! As you put it, he is my boyfriend and loves me," Magne sighed and put her head in her hands. "And I am going to leave to be with him."

"Himiko, not this again!" Magne lamented. "Don't get wrapped up in the fantasy; what makes you think this will end any different."

"Because he marked me," Himiko showed Magin her shoulder and the bite mark as if that explained everything. "When he kissed me, I could tell."

"Wait, you kissed him?" Magne was shocked. "When? Did you stop to kiss someone while we were fighting?" Himiko nodded her head vigorously, making Magne groan. "What will you do when he finds out about your quirk? Or what you have done?"

"He said he didn't care about my quirk or what I have done. He said he couldn't love a girl who was a villain, but he could love a girl who was trying to do good. So I will do good, and he will love me!" Himiko's voice trembled with passion and hope. "And you are going to come with me!"

"Wait, what?" Magne stuttered.

"He is good; I know it!" Himiko slammed her fist into her palm. "They will accept me and you; we are bringing Twice and maybe Spinner." Himiko tapped her chin, "But fuck the rest."

"They are going to arrest us all! Are you even more insane?" Magne bemoaned.

"Magne, I love you; you accepted me, and I accept you!" Himiko walked over and crouched before her friend. "Crusty lips don't give two shits about us; he doesn't follow Stain; all he is doing is cosplaying at being a supervillain. He will let every one of us die! Burnt Face is all obsessed with his bullshit. They will toss every one of us aside to get what they want, and what they want isn't going to help us anyway."

"They want to change things; well, Crusty, I mean Shigaraki does!" Magne protested.

"To what?" Himiko said. "Who is going to run shit him? Burnt Face or that guy in the speaker. We might be on top in the end but on top of what?"

"You just want to see people bleed?" Magne pointed out, "Are you telling me you want more?"

Himiko nodded, "Yes, I want love, I want happiness, I want to be accepted. I don't know how that will work, but Izuku has a better chance of making all that happen than those other clowns. We are all fucked up in the head; we all need help, and they are not going to give us that. For the first time in years, I see a better way."

"And if you're wrong?"

"Then I will bleed them all out, bath in their blood!" Himiko said menacingly. "Is this what you want, Magne?" she gestured to the room. "Is this really what you want?"

"No," Magne hung her head. "I want to make them accept me!"

"Then let's fucking do that," Himiko said. "I want them to fucking see me and come begging me to take them back, and then I will fucking spit on them and laugh my mother fucking ass off. Not by surrounding ourselves with people who would kill us so that they can play League of Legends longer." Magne laughed. "I mean, I heard he mains Yasou; that should tell you all you need."

"Holy shit, he is a toxic douche!" Magne laughed. "I should tell you, your fucking nuts, that this is going to backfire, but…" Magne and Himiko both knew who the "THEM" they were talking about. For Himiko, it was her parents; for Magne, all those who made fun of her for being a woman with how she looked.

"Love is a motherfucker," Himiko said. "Love is going to change everything!"

"This is the fucking dumbest thing we can do," Magne smiled at her friend. "Let's fucking do it? How are we going to do it?"

"First, I need to convince Twice I am not leaving him here with these assholes. If he is going to be surrounded by assholes, it is going to be a better version of asshole." Himiko smiled. "Do you still not that cute shorty with the computer skills?"


-Twice-

Jin Bubaigawara loved the moment he woke up; it was the perfect time for a fraction of a second. Undoubtedly, he was the original, and then it would be gone. But for that fraction of a second, the world was beautiful.

Like many others who had fallen into the life of Villainy, it could be traced back to problematic quirk awakening. A lack of support or help, a world that just turned away from those problems, letting them fall where they may, whether it be Parents, teachers, the police, or heroes. Himiko and her need for blood; a quirk counselors' inability to do anything when, after they report to the parents that their daughter needs to drink blood, they never see the girl again.

Jin's quirk is called Double but he has a problem with it. This quirk enables Jin to create a precise replica of any person or object, whether living or not. However, when he duplicates a person, he loses control over them because the clones have their autonomy, personalities, and abilities identical to the original.

So, the first time it manifested who was the original and who was the clone, over nine days, he struggled and fought against himself physically, mentally, and emotionally. No one knew where his family or parents were, but they weren't there. In the end, what was left was a broken and mentally damaged person. Hence, he uses double-speak, praising and insulting someone in the same sentence.

This juxtaposition is part of a mental instability Jin would come to embrace as a villain. He believed understanding your own identity is the most essential aspect of life; Jin's identity crisis drove him to insanity. The only thing sometimes holding Twice together, literally at times, is his mask.

Without it, Jin suffers more heavily from his psychosis; it is akin to Dissociative Disorder. While masked, he would contradict himself, but he was seemingly okay with it. Without his mask, the personalities would argue with each other, causing Jin to Panic and threaten to "split," but with his mask, he could be "whole."

Jin had given up on being Jin. He was Twice now; that was what everyone called him. While mostly everyone did, he had surrendered the name of Jin to embrace this new life. He hadn't heard his name in so long till she asked him what his name was. "Twice," he responded.

"Wow, your parents named you Twice; that is fucked up," she quipped.

He paused and thought before saying, "Jin/Twice!"

"Nice to meet you, Jin; I'm Himiko or Himi if you like," she said with a toothy grin.

"Um, Hello Himi/Himiko."

That led him to the now, awake, sitting in his room, listening to her tell him about this insane/genius plan.

"Insane/Genius,"

"This will never work/It is going to work."

"I will help you/I will rat you out."

"I am bringing you with me, Jin," Himiko said; before he could reply, she pulled his mask up and pressed her finger to her lips. "I am not going to leave you with these assholes. I am going to take you to a better class of asshole."

"We won't know who the real one is/The fake one will be left behind for sure!" he lamented once he could freely move his lips.

"Let me worry about that!" Himiko whispered. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes/Kind of," he was shocked they agreed on something. Truthfully, they both believed that Dabi and Shigaraki would kill them to get what they wanted. But then it wouldn't be that bad; the dead one was the fake cause the original was too bright to get killed.


-Spinner-

"I think you are wrong, Himiko," he replied. "I won't rat you out, but…"

"Who is the only hero worthy of killing Stain?" Himiko asked, rubbing her forehead.

"All-Might, of course," he responded, wondering if maybe she had suffered some mental damage.

"Who did Stain say had potential?"

"That kid, the one you are claiming…the one that is your boyfriend." He responded, sensing pain was in his future if he continued with his initial statement.

"Crusty never says anything good about All-Might, does he?" Spinner opened his mouth to retort, but he couldn't. He stopped and tried to think hard about it. "Now, should we stay with the guy who doesn't seem to like All-Might or the person Mr. Stain said was worthy, or should we hang out with those two instead?"

"The system is corrupt, false heroes," he protested.

"I hear you, I hear you, but do you think Crusty will bring about real heroes?" Himiko raised her eyebrow. "Or should we infiltrate hero society and ensure that the person Mr. Stain said was worthy is protected, and if he is putting on a false front, we should take him out!"

Spinner couldn't argue with that. "You better be right about this, Himiko!"

"Of course I am!" she winked, quickly leaving the room.


-Katsuki Bakugo-

His eyes snapped open, he was cold, wet, tied to fucking chair, and his arms were bound, with his palms placed squarely in his chest. He would blast through himself if he wanted to fire off an explosion to break free. Not that he could generate enough sweat to spark a fart at the moment.

He struggles to remember how he got here; what he can remember pisses him off; there is the fuzzy memory of that damn Deku looking towards him. He was so desperate, looking at him like he needed to save him. "I DON'T NEED YOU LOOKING DOWN ON ME YOU FUCKING DEKU!" He roared to no one in particular. "I AM GOING TO GET OUT OF HERE BEAT ALL THESE ASSHOLES UP AND SHOW YOU WHO THE BEST IS!"

He thrashed against his restraints violently, and suddenly ice cold water fell from the ceiling dousing him; the shock made his muscles tense and made him even more pissed. The door to his cell opened, and in walked a crazy-looking girl with Ash Blonde hair and a stupid smile; she was carrying a tray with what looked like food.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" HE YELLED, "LET ME OUT OF HERE SO I CAN KICK YOUR ASS!"

She stopped and blinked at him. "Are you fucking stupid?" Katsuki froze.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?"

"Are you fucking stupid?" she said louder. "I wonder if those explosions have made him deaf?"

"I CAN HEAR JUST FINE YOU STUPID BITCH!" HE CONTINUED TO YELL. "DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM?"

"The guy from the memes," she responded cheerfully; Katsuki growled. She closed the door, "I brought you food."

"I DON'T WANT ANY DAMN FOOD! SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!" he began to thrash again.

"It is all for love; it is for love," she whispered. He went to yell again, but she shoved a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in his mouth. His muffled response was music to her ears. "Now listen here, idiot; who in their right mind would let you out so they could get beat up?" He glared at her, trying to will her death with his mind. "But I will let you out…" he stared at her, and his thrashing stopped. "If you cooperate."

He wanted to yell, but instead, he thought he could use this to his advantage; he looked at the cup of water on the tray, and she held it up, allowing him to drink. He choked down the sandwich. "Why would I cooperate with a bunch of villains?"

"Because we are going to switch sides, and you are going to our ticket to do so?" she grinned.

"No one uses Katsuki…" sandwich inserted.

"Now listen, the heroes have no idea where you are; Crusty is going to try and convert you because of that little meme creation from the sports festival," Himiko said, holding the water and staring down at him. "Now you can either escape or wait to be rescued, princess. What is it going to be?"

He looked at the water. Once he could talk, "Escape."

"Good; now, do you have the phone number for my Izuku?"

"WHY WOULD YOU NEED THE NUMBER FOR THAT STUPID DEKU!" As the words flew from his mouth, he felt a feeling of murderous intent wash over him. She was no longer smiling; that intent radiated out of her. Her eyes narrowed, and suddenly, a blade was in her hand. He went to say something, and that same blade was in his mouth; he froze.

"That is my beloved. You are talking about worm," she said. "If you call him Deku again, I am going to cut your tongue out and make you eat it. I don't need you whole; understand what I mean. Blink twice if you understand."

Katsuki felt the blade push in more. He thought she would do it; what the hell was this beloved Deku thing about? He blinked twice.

"I am trying to show that I can be a good girl so I can have my love, but I am not there yet, and if I have to carve pieces from you to get there, well…" she shrugged. "I am sure he will understand."

What the fuck is going on? This bitch is insane!

"Now I need to get a hold of him so we can work out a deal where we all get what we want, except Crusty and Burnt Face," she said. "The sooner you do that, the sooner you get out of here, capiche?"

Bakugo blinked twice; Himiko giggled and pulled the knife out of his mouth. "Now, do you have that number or not?"


-Izuku-

The familiar smell of disinfectant and a hospital room greeted him, followed by murmured voices. As he struggled to open his eyes, he recognized his mother and Yagi.

"Water," he croaked.

"Izuku/Young Midoriya!" suddenly, they were at his side, his mother lifting water to his lips and allowing him to sip.

"Bakugo?" he said hopefully; the look in his mentor's eyes was all the answer he needed.

"They are still trying to locate him," Yagi said. "Fortunately, Ms. Yaoyorozu was able to plant a tracking device on one of the Nomu that attacked the camp. The range is limited, but we are doing all we can."

Izuku didn't know if he wanted to cry, scream, or what. He looked at his severely bandaged arms. "How bad is it?"

"That doesn't matter right now," Inko said, stroking his cheek.

"HOW BAD!" he demanded.

"There has been some permanent damage to your hands; you should be able to regain over 90% with therapy. Recovery Girl will be by now that you are awake," Yagi said. Inko had flinched back some when he raised his voice.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I shouldn't have yelled." He fought back the tears. "I just wasn't strong enough; I tried, I tired, but it was just too much."

"It is all right, Young Midoriya," Yagi reassured him. "You did all you could and even more so. You fought so far beyond what anyone could have asked of you."

"Izuku," Inko whispered. "Why are you pushing yourself so hard, honey?" Inko looked at Izuku, her eyes wet and pleading.

"Because I have to, Mom," Izuku looked at Mr. Yagi. "Mom, I never developed a quirk."

Mr. Yagi coughed up blood. "What are you talking about?" Inko said concerned, "I saw the sports festival!"

"You see, Mom, I have All-Might's quirk. All-Might's quirk is special; it can be passed on from one person to another, and he gave it to me," Inko was speechless. She didn't know if he was lying, had suffered brain damage, or what. She looked into his eyes and knew that wasn't. "Show her!" he said, looking at Mr. Yagi.

"Young Midoriya," he protested.

"This is my quirk now, my secret. If I am going to break myself, then she needs to know. We have been lying and dancing around each other for too long," he looked at Inko. "I love you, Mom," his tears couldn't be held back. "I know you want me to stop, but I can't. Now, please show her."

Suddenly, in a puff of smoke, Mr. Yagi was gone, and there stood All-Might. Inko fell back. Thankfully, there was a chair to catch her. "Your All-Might?" she whispered.

With a puff of smoke and coughing of blood, Mr. Yagi was back. "I am…" he began as he told Inko everything from his injury to looking for a successor to his encounter with Izuku.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she said, looking at her son.

Izuku opened his mouth but then stopped. "I felt this chasm between us; we danced around it for so long that I didn't know how to cross it. I also know that you think I should stop and maybe give this to someone else." Inko nodded. "But I can't; for my entire life, I have dreamed of becoming a hero, and now, after all this, I realize that I have to do this a different way. I can't be All-Might; I have to be me." He looked to his mentor. "I can never be you; I realize that now, everything I am doing is almost like a tribute: the costume, the way I fight, the reckless abandon that I charge in with."

"I fail to see the reckless abandon part," he said.

"Because you do that, but it is because you can," Izuku responded. "You took to One for All immediately, yet you still went and trained for years and years in America before you came and made your debut. So all I have ever seen is the trained, confident All-Might. That is what I have been copying." Izuku looked down, "All my life, I have been looking at other people's quirks, thinking about how they work, how they don't work, limitations, and how to overcome them. With One for All, I keep thinking about how you use it, how to do it like you, and I can't do it like you."

All-Might nodded; he understood what Izuku was saying; no one saw the stumbling All-Might; all they saw was the Symbol of Peace. Izuku was right. He needed to find his way, make One for All his; it was his now. "I am sorry for keeping this from you, Inko," he said as he bowed before her.

"You need to do better," she said, staring at All-Might, whose head lifted to her words. "He has been trying to be you; those other children are breaking themselves to follow after you. You need to be better, not just for Izuku but for all of them."

"You are correct; I have failed young Midoriya and his classmates," he walked over and sat down. "I will do better, I swear!"

Inko touched Izuku's fingertips, "I won't ask you to stop, but I will make you swear that you will come home to me. I love you so much, Izuku, and I don't want anything more to come between us. I am your mother, and nothing will ever change that."

"I love you too, Mom," Izuku said; he had never wished for instant healing so much in his life as he only wanted to hug and be hugged by his mom. The room fell into silence until the door opened, and in walked Chiyo, aka Recovery Gril, accompanied by Nezu.

Before Recovery Girl could even speak. "I know," Izuku said. "I know now, I understand it finally. I won't say that I won't ever be this hurt again, but it won't be because I was being pigheaded and stubborn. Just one more time," he hung his head.

"One more time," she said, kissing his head. Nezu was about to speak when Izuku's phone rang, drawing everyone's attention. Inko held up his phone. "Unknown Caller."

"Answer it," Izuku said. "I have no idea who it can be," Inko answered the call, putting it on speaker.

"Um, Hello?" he said hesitantly.

"Oh my darling, it is you!" a girl's voice came over the speaker, catching everyone by surprise. "I was afraid that I may have been given the wrong number. But I am so glad it is you. Did you miss me? I missed you. All I can think about is that kiss and how I long to be with you."

Eyebrows raised, Inko glared at her son, who blushed and coughed. "Himiko, how did you get my number?"

"From that blonde asshole, buttago, buttwipe…"

"Bakugo!" Izuku said quickly as Nezu pulled out his phone and typed furiously.

"Yeah, him," she giggled, "I almost had to cut out his tongue. He kept calling you that horrible word, but he understood, so he isn't as dumb as he looks. See, I am trying to be a good girl for you."

More strange looks were sent his way. "I appreciate that, Himiko. Can I maybe talk to him?"

"Nope!"

"Why?"

"Because I am not where he is, silly boy," again she giggled. "I thought it was all a dream till I woke up and saw your mark upon my body. OH, how I miss you, Izuku!"

This conversation was going to be the death of him; he knew it. "I miss you too," she squealed with delight. "If you could tell me where Bakugo is, it would go a long way to helping me prove that you are becoming a good girl."

"NOPE!" she responded. "I want to make a deal. Is there anyone listening that can make a deal with me?"

"I can," Nezu said, coming towards the bed. "How did you know?"

"Speakerphone and I have good hearing," Himiko said. "Who are you?"

"Nezu, principal of U.A. What is it that you want?"

"Some of my comrades and I are seeking asylum. We will bring you Buttwipe, and in return, we get all of our crimes wiped clean and get a chance to live a new life. I want to be with my darling!" Himiko paused.

"You attacked my students, and now you want us to take you in?"

"Yup, you see, we were misinformed by the douche that runs this two-bit popsicle stand, and well, I fell in love with my darling, and after he asked me out, I have to be with him," Himiko sighed. "But he said I have to be a good girl, that even though I had done bad if I could be a good girl, he could love me."

"I see," Nezu raised an eyebrow, looking at the blushing mess that was Izuku. "What else can you offer?"

"Well, Crusty or Shigaraki's location, along with Kurogiri, that teleporter, Dabi, and I have information on who is running this."

"I think I understand why you are doing this, but what about the others," Nezu asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Magni wants to be accepted; she got shunned and treated like shit, so when that happens, you try and make the life you can. You see, Shigaraki is right, things are fucked up and need to be better, but he is such a douchebag that all he wants to do is burn it down with nothing better to take its place. It sounded great, the changing shit part, Mr. Stain's, who I believed, all those false heroes. Same with Spinner." There was a shudder at the mention of Stain. "Twice, he is good, but like me, no one was there to help him when he got broken, and he is broken. WE WILL NOT DO JAIL! WE WANT HELP!"

"You and at least one other of your group follow Stain's teachings; why should I trust you?" Nezu replied.

"Stain was right and wrong; too many heroes are doing this for the wrong reasons, but my Izuku, he is the real thing. If he can love a girl like me, then I know he can be a real hero, and maybe the next me won't have to be broken," Himiko went silent. "I will make this easy; you grant us asylum, and I will bring you back your student unharmed, four members of the League, the name of the guy selling all us the bill of goods to get us to help Crusty, you know the guy who got all those people for that little attack on your school, and the biggest secret of them all, who is calling the shots."

"Deal!" Nezu said, smiling.

"Can I trust him Izuku?" Himiko said warily.

"I trust him," Izuku said. "Himiko, if he doesn't hold up his end, then we run away, all right?"

"You would run away with me? Bust me out and take off?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, I trust you, Izuku, we will be at the south gates of U.A. at midnight, you betray us, and well, shit is going to get real bad real fast!" the phone went dead.

Nezu picked up his phone. "Well? The call was being bounced around…"

"Honey, please explain!" Inko said wide-eyed, staring at her son.

"So I ended up knocking her away from attacking Tsu and Ochaco, and in the struggle, I bit her shoulder," again with more eyebrows. "I was my only option at the time, but long story short, she started spouting this crazy stuff that I was her boyfriend and how I marked her. But then later she asked me if I could ever love a girl like her. And Mom, the look in her eyes, she was drowning, so desperate for a helping hand, I told her the truth. I could, but not if she was a villain, that if she had done bad but tried to do good and was a good girl, then I could."

Izuku looked to Nezu, "Please, sir, yes, I get that she is crazy, but she is so desperate for acceptance for love that she is willing to risk everything, and her friends are just as desperate for help and acceptance that they are willing to follow her to me, for that."

Nezu looked at Izuku, "And will you leave if I go back on my word?"

"Yes," Izuku gaze never wavered. "Let me be honest; I trust you, sir; All-Might trust you. And if someone who wants help so badly throws everything away only for you to betray them, then you are not worthy of that trust."

"Okay," Nezu smiled, "But you are going to help with them." Izuku nodded. "Good. I got to get things sorted out and the proper paperwork done before they show up." Nezu went to leave.

"Sir," Izuku called out.

"Yes, Mr. Midoriya?"

"Muscular?" he saw All-Might and Inko's expression drop.

"He will never bother anyone again," Nezu replied as he and Recovery Girl exited the room.

Inko looked over at Izuku, "Are you alright, honey?"

"He was a monster mom; he was trying to kill a kid at the camp. He killed the kid's parents. They used to be Pro Heroes. When he found out, he was excited about killing him; if he had gotten to anyone else, he would have killed them without a single thought. The world is better off without him in it." Izuku looked away. "It doesn't feel good, but…"

Inko sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him into a tender hug, stroking his head; they sat there silently; all might leave the room feeling like he was intruding. Mother and Son stood like that till he fell asleep from Recovery Girls healing.


-Ochaco's Apartment-

"Do you think he will wake up soon?" Ochaco said absently, pushing around some food on her plate. Ochaco was surprised when Tsu showed up at her door with a carry-out but thankful that her friend had come to see her after everything that had happened.

"I hope so, ribbit," Tsu responded. "He was so beat up, and then he had that black stuff around his arm. The paramedics were surprised he was still breathing, Kero. He was so exhausted that they were saying the adrenaline was the only thing keeping him going as long as he did. That his body shut down because it couldn't handle anymore."

Ochaco sighed, finally taking a bite of the food Tsu had brought to her. After that first bite, her stomach told her to eat or else.

"So, will you tell me what happened between you two?" Tsu asked, breaking the silence. "He said something to you in the clearing when the Villains started to retreat. I could see in your face that it bothered you, ribbit."

Ochaco set the plate aside and pulled her knees up towards her chin, "When we were doing the test of courage, he confessed, told me he liked me, that I was the first girl he ever loved, I was his best friend, he wanted to be with me."

"I thought that was the plan!" Tsu said, confused.

"I friend-zoned him."

"YOU DID WHAT?"

"I hit him with; I want to focus on becoming heroes, maybe after we graduate…"

"ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID!" Ochaco's head shot up. "Do you not understand how good of a guy he is? That other girls like him and didn't go after him is because they saw how he looked at you? We all thought you liked him!"

"I do like him!" Ochaco protested. "I don't know why I did it. It was everything I wanted him to say, and then it flew out of my mouth. I just want to tell him I fucked up, I panicked."

"He looked really hurt, Ochaco," Tsu said, calming down; she picked up the empty plates and walked over to the fridge, putting the rest of the food she brought away for Ochaco to eat later. "I won't lie to you; I am one of those girls," Ochaco's eyes widened. "I like him, and I like you, but if he tells you no, I will ask him out. The other girls might wait a bit, but I wouldn't count on you having much of a grace period after they find out you rejected him and then tried to get him back. I am disappointed in you, Ochaco."

"Wait, you like him, but you like me? Like, like me, like me?" Ochaco stammered out.

"I like who I like," Tsu said. "If you like girls, let me know. But I want Izuku; he can give me tadpoles in the future you cannot."

"TSU!" Ochaco blushed, coughed, and stammered.

"I speak my mind, you know that," Tsu stopped at the door to the apartment. "You messed up, Ochaco, and you hurt Izuku; even if he doesn't take you back and accepts my confession, I hope we can still be friends." With that, Tsu left.

Ochaco stared at the door; it was a lot to process. Tsu like her, and Izuku. Was Tsu hoping that the three of them…she closed her eyes; she could still see his face, the pain evident. "Why couldn't you have said yes." She could still feel that lightning dancing from his hand to hers. OH FUCK PLEASE DON'T LET IT BE TO LATE! She pleaded silently.


-Katsuki Bakugo-

When the door opened, he saw that crazy bitch again, but this time she wasn't alone, some weirdo in a blue body suit was with her.

"This guy going to get us what we want?/No way this guy will be any good?"

"Yup, he is our ticket to getting the fuck out of here," Himiko sadistic glare was now fixed on him. "Don't worry, he won't trouble you, Twice." She pulled out a knife and ran it across her tongue. "He likes having a tongue…and testicles."

Katsuki growled in anger. "You are lucky I don't get out of here and blow all you bastards up!"

Himiko skipped to him. The blade of the knife tapped his crotch, "Listen, I already talked with Nezu," Bakugo had already frozen when the knife tapped him, but now his eyes were even wider at the mention of Nezu. "Listen, how would you like to do both? Get out of here and blow the guys that attacked your school into the middle of next week? And you won't even have to worry about being used as bait for the heroes to rescue. You get to walk out of here and blow shit up."

"I am listening…"