The trial lasted almost two weeks.

Evidence and talking, and talking, and so much talking.

And some crying. Himiko really disliked the crying. Especially when a lot of it had felt so… forced.

She had two lawyers representing her, and as far as she could tell, they'd done their best. Unfortunately for her, there wasn't much defense someone could bring up to justify Toga Himiko's actions. Exactly what the trial was for, she wasn't entirely sure- she'd done all of those things after all. What could possibly warrant debate? What could they possibly plead not guilty to? All she really cared about was what came after, and what she could do at the present to make the time that passed bearable. Each day felt far too long- hours and hours of talking from witnesses- yet her sentencing date came so quickly, it made her head spin. She'd only just managed to get her hair cut the day before for the first time since her coma. She was sitting in her wheelchair, fixing it up in the courthouse's bathroom. It took some work- doing things with only one eye was kind of a chore. At least she'd been given a pretty, power blue eyepatch from one of her lawyers for the occasion- it matched the powder blue ribbons she had in her hair. She wheeled herself out of the bathroom and was immediately met with shocked stares from her lawyers.

"Toga-san, you can't have your hair in the buns," Shirakawa hissed worriedly. She'd planned everything out, from the outfit Himiko would wear to her hairstyle. While Himiko had happily accepted the clothes, she'd put her hair up in the same buns she'd always worn instead of leaving it down as her lawyer had recommended.

"We need the judge to think-"

"I'm wearing my hair the way I like," Himiko said flatly.

"Toga-san… You realize if they sentenced you to death, you won't live to see your nineteenth birthday, correct?" That was her second lawyer- Higuruma. He was an older man with dark hair and deep eyes who always looked tired. He'd been almost like a detective during the trial- finding out tiny facts and details that shifted at least some of the responsibility of Himiko's worst crimes towards Tenko, or Touya, or even Jin, but again, there wasn't much one could say to clear Toga Himiko of her charges. "They'll expedite your execution date. You won't be able to-"

"I'm wearing my hair the way I like," she repeated, leaving no room for argument. Both of her lawyers looked at each other, sighed, and nodded. They'd both worked on difficult cases before, and understood why Himiko was acting out, and what it was she needed. Some kind of agency. Some kind of control. Her life was currently in the hands of an unsympathetic judge who'd spent the past two weeks hearing the worst of her crimes. She could wear her hair however she needed to feel in control.

Shirakawa pushed Himiko's wheelchair into the courtroom, bringing the young woman through the packed hall to her spot on the bench. A hush came over the room as the dozens of people on the prosecution side glared at Himiko. There were people she thought she recognized as heroes, and some she couldn't recognize at all. Not that it mattered to her- she didn't care about any of them. They'd all already judged her before hearing a word of the trial. Their opinions didn't matter to her. Instead, she kept her eyes on the defense's side. There were only a handful of people there- it wasn't as if she had many friends or family that'd sit in her defense… Mr. Compress and Spinner-kun were there at least! Handcuffed and surrounded by their escort of a few heroes that perfectly matched their Quirks should they try to escape, but there. Himiko caught both of their gazes, and gave a small wave to Mr. Compress who'd done the same.

Then her eyes met those of Ochako and Izuku. Soft brown and bright green. Honestly, she thought that both of them would've stopped coming by now. Both Izuku and Ochako had heard nearly every gruesome detail of most of the crimes she'd ever committed in her life. Surely they couldn't stand looking at her? Yet, here they were. Himiko couldn't look at them for long, but if this was the last time she'd ever see them…

They were seated in front of a few other heroes- friends who were with them for moral support. Himiko recognized Ryukyu and Tsu sitting behind Ochako, and All Might and that loud boy Dynamight sitting behind Izuku. Sitting to Ochako's left were Mei, Melissa, and a bored looking blue-haired girl wearing what Himiko recognized was a Seiai Academy uniform. She'd always thought their uniforms were kinda cute…

"We're here today to sentence Toga Himiko. Among the dozens of crimes she's convicted of are charges of terrorism, treason, almost a hundred individual aggravated murders, multiple assaults with a deadly weapon, unlicensed use of her Quirk, impersonation of licensed heroes, kidnapping, false imprisonment, torture, and many, many more. She was also a lieutenant of the Paranormal Liberation front- the same group responsible for the massacre of Jaku City, which led to the deaths of over eleven thousand civilians. Finally, she's responsible for the biggest disruption to the hero's plans during the final war- removing hero Deku from the battle against Shigaraki Tomura and nearly guaranteeing the defeat and deaths of over a dozen heroes that'd put their lives on the line to stop his carnage." The judge was an old, rough looking man with gray hair and sunken eyes. Himiko had never learned his name, nor did she care to. He read from the list of crimes like it was a shopping list, and Himiko really did feel odd at how long the list had become. Still, she was positive that if that paper held every crime she'd ever committed, it'd be quite a bit longer.

"While Toga Himiko was a minor at the time she committed these crimes, this court has come to the conclusion that due to the sheer severity and magnitude of her crimes, capital punishment will remain a viable option for her sentencing." Himiko knew in her heart that the fact they'd even pushed to include the death penalty as a potential punishment for her sentencing despite her having been a minor meant that they were certainly going to use it.

They'd already given the game away.

"Unlike her League comrades- Iguchi Suichi and Sako Atsuhiro- she has a history of violent crimes that reaches back long before she'd ever become involved with the League. This life of violent crime wasn't just a one time thing for Toga Himiko. She's been a career criminal from the age of thirteen. She's got a rap sheet longer than most villains three times her age." Himiko huffed and adjusted her eyepatch, wishing he'd just get on with it. She was positive this man just liked hearing the sound of his own voice.

"We'll be hearing from… four people? Are these names correct?" The judge narrowed his eyes as he read the names off the paper in front of him to himself. Himiko couldn't decipher the look on his face, all she could really tell was that his reaction to the first two names was much different from his reaction to the second two. He set the paper down and looked to both Shirakawa and Higaruma as if they'd told some bad joke that hadn't landed well.

"Yes, sir," her lawyers responded, standing up from their seats to respond to him as cordially as they could.

"All names we've submitted are correct, and unless they've decided of their own accord to not speak today, will be speaking on our client's behalf," Higaruma confirmed.

"Okay… We'll be hearing from four people on Toga Himiko's behalf as to why she deserves the court's leniency," the judge sighed, rifling through his set of papers one last time before leaning back in his chair. He looked like he'd already made up his mind, but that's not what really stood out to Himiko. Four? Four names? That didn't sound right. Himiko wasn't sure who on earth would've decided to fight on her behalf. It didn't make sense.

"First, we'll be hearing from Iguchi Suichi- villain name: Spinner." The moment the judge said his name, a loud muttering came over the courtroom, as if someone had kicked a beehive. No one could believe that the League of Villain member was speaking on Himiko's behalf- well, more like they couldn't believe he was allowed to. Most of them had probably been hoping he'd been given the death penalty himself for his own actions during the Jakku battle and his attack on the hospital, however he'd managed to skate by with just life in prison as his actions with the League had been his first and only offenses of his life. Higuruma and Shirakawa had done a great job defending him.

Himiko turned to look at Spinner, eyes wide in quiet confusion as he was escorted towards the witness stand. Spinner nodded to her as he passed, handcuffed and shackled and escorted by Gang Orca, Miruko and Tentacole. For just a moment, Himiko thought how proud Spinner must feel. He required a contingent of heroes that included two of Japan's Top 10, as well as a powerful UA Hero Student just to keep him in check. She'd remembered how he'd lamented once or twice about how out of place he'd felt among the League. About how he was weak- too weak to be of any help to their cause. He wasn't weak anymore. No one would ever try to tease him for being a Heteromorph again.

Tentacole handed Spinner a few papers and gently patted him on the shoulder before taking a few steps back from the witness stand, and Spinner nodded appreciatively before clearing his throat. Himiko couldn't help but be a little curious about that. Had those two known each other or something? She'd remembered seeing the hero student during her first meeting with Izuku-kun, and he hadn't been particularly pleasant to interact with…

"Stain gave his life fighting All For One alongside his idol- All Might." Spinner's voice was rough and gravely, and he spoke kind of slowly as he read from the paper in front of him. The Body Bulk Quirk All For One had given him hadn't exactly agreed with his body and made it difficult for him to think or speak very articulately. Probably exactly what All For One had wanted from his other attack dog, Gigantomachia. "He sacrificed himself to preserve this hero society, because he believed that it was worth saving. But more than that… he believed in All Might and Deku. Two heroes who truly embodied what it means to be a hero."

"When I first met Toga-chan, she'd told me that she loved Stain. That she wanted to be just like him. At first, I'd thought she'd been inspired by him in the same way I had been. That she'd been… disillusioned with hero society and wanted to change it, just like I did." Himiko thought back to the day she'd met Spinner. They had bonded over their love of Stain. She'd even pointed out how Spinner's outfit was almost an exact replica of the Hero Killer's, and he'd gone on a bit of a ramble on how he'd paid careful attention to every little detail of Stain's outfit to make something so similar. She remembered thinking to herself that Spinner must be in love with Stain the same way she was if he was willing to dress like him. The only difference was that she could drink his blood and actually become him…

"To a lot of you, that probably sounds damning. Just another reason why Toga-chan doesn't deserve any kindness or leniency. But to me… to people who've been on the receiving end of a broken system our entire lives… I used to think only other Heteromorphs could understand what that discrimination felt like. How oppressive and crushing it felt to be hated for just existing. But Toga-chan understood. She understands. And that's why she's here today, at the mercy of Japan's justice." He'd said the final word like a swear, glaring at some of the heroes in the crowd. People he considered unworthy of the title. He only stopped glaring when his eyes met Deku's. There were some worthy heroes out there as well, he had to admit.

"Toga-chan hated false idols and unworthy heroes as much as Stain did. We were kindred spirits, in that way. We wanted to make the world better. She wanted to make the world better. And now she finds herself in a courtroom fighting for her life for something that anyone fortunate enough to get a hero license or have been born on I-Island would be applauded for?" Spinner hissed and pounded the desk in front of himself in frustration. Himiko wished she could reach out to him and hug him. He always did let his emotions get the better of him. She could see some of the heroes that'd been tasked to watch him shift in their seats, as if they were getting ready for him to try to attack or escape. Instead, Spinner cleared his throat and set the crumpled papers in his hands down on the desk in front of himself.

"Himiko-chan doesn't deserve to die. And if this court has a heart at all, it'd agree with me," he said with a huff. His pink eyes locked onto Himiko's gold, and he hissed again, a deep, reptilian sound coming from deep in his chest.

"Thank you." Whether the gratitude was aimed at the court for hearing what he had to say, or at Himiko for being one of the first people to really understand why he did what he did, the audience couldn't be sure. Himiko watched Spinner as he was led away from the stand. She wanted to rush over and hug him, and thank him for being so sweet and maybe tease him for having been such a sap, but… well, what she wanted to do really didn't matter when she was a convicted criminal, did it?

Instead, she mulled over what he'd said. "She finds herself in a courtroom fighting for her life for something that anyone fortunate enough to get a hero license would be applauded for." She technically had earned a hero license. A provisional one, at least.


"Utsushimi-san. Please-"

"Uh, can we just use Camie? Utsushimi-san's actually that totes beautiful lady in the crowd right now. Hi, mom! Sorry guys- she's not single!" Camie had excitedly waved over to her mom and dad, a playful smirk tugging at her pouty lips. The crowd had chuckled at the young woman's casual demeanor, almost forgetting how serious the trial they were attending was. Even the judge had cracked a smile for the first time before banging his gavel a couple of times to get everyone to settle down.

"... right. Well, Camie… can you tell us what happened to you when you were attacked by Toga Himiko?" The prosecutor was a tall, lanky woman with bright purple hair that went by Watanabe-san. She looked… somewhat familiar to Himiko, from her purple hair to her blue sclera, but she couldn't quite place the resemblance. Either way, Watanabe-san didn't look like she laughed all that much either.

"Um… barely a skosh," Camie said with a shrug, looking into the crowd for a moment. Her eyes caught Himiko's for the briefest of seconds before they snapped back to Watanabe's. "I like, barely remember a lick from that whole shebang. One sec I was headed back to my crib from school- totes mindin' my own b- and then the next thing I know I'm wakin' up tied up in my closet. And like, not in the fun way!" That had earned another small, nervous laugh from some of the people in the crowd. Himiko had cocked her head as she listened to Camie speak. She hadn't really known Camie, but she'd studied the hero student enough to have been able to be a convincing double of her for an entire day. She'd targeted Camie almost specifically because of how personable, playful and outgoing she was. But something had itched the back of Himiko's mind about the way Camie was speaking. She'd been almost positive that the other woman was lying. However, she couldn't have been sure about what.

"My mom cut me out when she got home from work and we went and got ice cream with my dad after reporting it to the cops. It was like, NBD, y'know?" Camie had shrugged again before leaning back in her chair as if she were sitting through a somewhat boring math lecture.

"Is there anything else you remember, Utsushimi-san?" Watanabe had only seemed a little frustrated. As if Camie had been a child that'd refused to cooperate with basic instructions. She'd seemed to be giving Camie another chance to answer, as if she hadn't believed her. Her tone had rang in Himiko's ears. It'd been the tone of someone asking a question they already knew the answer to. The tone of a liar.

"I um… I was mostly catching z's the whole time. I swear it deadass wasn't anything super serious-"

"I'd like to turn the court's attention to subject C1. Utsushimi-san, can you tell us if you recognize the voice speaking in these audio logs?" Watanabe had held up a tape recorder and showed everyone in the courtroom before pressing play.

"You've gotta like… promise me that I won't ever have to do this again, alright, Doc?" That had definitely been Camie's voice coming from the recorder. It was wavering, and her usual gyaru slang seemed like a fake accent she had to remember to use. "Like, it feels totes cringe reliving this and I… Alright." Watanabe had paused the recorder before she'd looked to Camie for confirmation.

"Yeah… That's me I guess," Camie had mumbled, arms crossed over her chest as she answered Watanabe's question. For the first time since she'd taken the stand, she'd looked uncomfortable, and her gaze went from her parents to the green-haired UA Hero Student and the purple-haired Shiketsu hero student that was currently at Mr. Compress' side. Then to one of the Shiketsu hero students in the crowd- one large, muscular boy with short black hair.

"These audio logs have been compiled from the therapy sessions with your psychiatrist," Watanabe had explained before turning away from Camie and towards the crowd. She hadn't really seemed to care that most of them were there, but was instead looking to Camie's parents. "The psychiatrist that was recommended after Shiketsu High's diligent and watchful guidance counselor noticed Utsushimi-san exhibiting symptoms of trauma after her incident with Toga Himiko." Camie's mother had looked down at her feet, her shoulders falling in a moment of grief. Camie's father had rested a hand on his wife's thigh, doing his best to console her. He'd felt just as guilty for his part in what'd happened to his daughter.

"Do you remember what you said during these meetings, Utsushimi-san," Watanabe had asked before turning back to Camie with a curious look on her face. Like she'd had a fish on the end of her line and was waiting for it to tire before reeling it in.

"Sis, ya gotta call me Camie," she'd responded. Camie's wide smile didn't look as convincing this time. "And like I said on the syllabus, those convos are ancient history. Trust, talking with the shrinks worked like a charm 'cuz I barely remember-"

"I like, don't even remember how she snatched me up." Camie's voice was quiet coming from the recorder, but still audible considering the hush of the audience. Her voice traveled far through the large courtroom. "I just woke up gagged and tied up in my closet. Tight. Y'know, ya gotta have enough slack in the ropes to slip two fingers under for it to be comfy and not cut off your circulation, but I didn't even have that." Camie let out a forced chuckle through the recording, and Himiko couldn't tell what was sadder. How poorly Recorded Camie was pretending to keep it together, or how poorly Current Camie was pretending.

"It's okay, Camie… You're okay." A male voice followed after Camie's, sounding comforting as he spoke to her.

"Let the record show that at this moment in the transcript, Utsushimi-san's psychiatrist- Dr. Iwata- noted that she'd reached for her wrists and scratched at her skin for a few moments until he stopped her," Watanabe had paused the recording, catching a few people by surprise. It'd almost been like she'd rehearsed the entire thing. "Utsu… Camie? Can you show everyone your wrists?"

"Wha? Oh, nah, I'd rather eat unwashed ass-"

"Camie? You're safe here. You understand that, right," Watanabe had said, trying to mimic Dr. Iwata's calming, sincere tone. Himiko didn't think she did a really good job. "You don't have to pretend here. Just speak freely."

"Yeah, nah, I get that, I just-"

"Your wrists, please," Watanabe repeated so sternly it barely sounded like a request.

Camie had hesitated for a few moments and looked at the two hero students next to Mr. Compress again before sighing and rolling up her sleeves. Then she'd removed a watch, and about a dozen bracelets before her skin underneath was finally revealed. There was a two inch wide patch of skin on both of her wrists that was raw and scabbed, as if she'd been picking at it for days.

"How did you get these injuries, Camie," Watanabe had asked. Himiko could tell the prosecutor already knew the answer. To be honest, it wasn't hard to guess what'd caused them.

"I don't wanna talk about that… Can I say no?" It'd almost been as if Camie had forgotten her playful gyaru slang altogether. Her voice was small, and she looked downright vulnerable as she all but pleaded with the older woman. Watanabe had seemed to take a moment. Maybe she thought she shouldn't press this any further? Then the older woman had looked back into the crowd and seen Mr. and Mrs. Utsushimi looked absolutely devastated. The teen had kept these feelings from everyone around her- even her parents.

Watanabe had sighed and pressed play on the recorder again.

"It's like… hard for me to catch my beauty sleep sometimes, y'know," Recorded Camie explained. She sounded more agitated this time- clearly some length of time after the previous recording. "Barely, like, a few hours at a time… I still can't sleep more than three or four nights a week… I like, have nightmares every night, doc… Sometimes I wake up and I can still feel the ropes digging into my wrists-"

"You're stimming again, Camie. Please… your wrists are already raw," Dr. Iwata said worriedly. The tape cut short again, and Watanabe had looked at the crowd with a somber look on her face.

"Camie, you've been scratching your own wrists raw… Would you say this is in any way linked to your traumatic experience at the hands of Toga Himiko," Watanabe had asked pointedly. It didn't exactly take a genius to link the two issues, and the crowd didn't really need the answer.

"... if you wanna phrase it like that… sure, I guess," Camie had mumbled, her eyes locked on the wood desk in front of her as she refused to look into the crowd, fearful of seeing guilt on her family's and friend's faces. Himiko could see that Camie's entire demeanor had changed while she was listening to her own story. Her face was pale and she'd seemed so much smaller than she'd looked when she'd first sat down.

"Were you scared when you were at Toga Himiko's mercy? Did she do anything to ease your worries that you'd survive her capturing you," Watanabe had asked, her eyes narrowing as she glared at Himiko. The thought that the woman looked so familiar had crossed her mind again, but for the first time since the trial had started, Himiko was interested in what one of the witnesses had to say. She really hadn't scared Camie that badly… Had she?

"I… I don't know, I-"

"I didn't wake up all that often… or for long. She must've drugged me… But every time I did… It was when she was pressing her knife against my skin. She'd slit my arms or my thighs… Fill up a new vial with my blood. I didn't know what for- I thought she was crazy- until she… I watched her turn into me and pretend to be me… She looked through my phone and watched vids I'd taken with friends and then she'd repeat back phrases I'd said in them until she got them right. Like she was auditioning for a movie… It was the spookiest shit I've ever seen in my fucking life…"

"It's okay, Camie… take your time. No one's going to hurt you," her doctor said, doing his best to comfort her. It was obvious that even her psychiatrist's gentle voice wasn't enough to keep Camie from breaking down for long.

"Doc… The whole time I… I wasn't even scared for me. I was terrified for my 'rents and my squad… I thought she'd use my body to merc them." There was another long pause as Recorded Camie fought back her tears.

"I'd heard about her in the news and I remembered that story about her from years ago. She'd gone to a school in Saitama and we'd all been told to be on the lookout for weeks- couldn't even go home alone and had to get picked up by a parent. I remember my mom and pop being a little teed off about that… but that was years ago…" Camie's voice over the recording finally broke, and she could be heard sobbing for a few moments before the recording stopped. The current Camie had started crying some time before the pause button had been pressed. The entire time she'd been bound, gagged and cut- tortured by all means, she'd only ever worried about those closest to her. Himiko was positive that Stain would call someone like that a true hero…

Watanabe had skipped a few minutes through the recording, not needing the entire audience to hear Camie crying. They'd already understood how she'd felt. Now they needed to worst part of the story.

"She didn't feed me the entire time… Only gave me water when she remembered… I had'ta drink through the gag… She was worried I'd scream I guess… I couldn't tell her I just didn't want her to hurt my fam…" Recorded Camie was crying even harder now, and it felt so foreign to Himiko. Crying for one's family? Out of fear for them? Camie's family had seemed so unimportant at the time- a nuisance she'd have to avoid to keep the charade up long enough for her plan to work and get to meet Izuku-kun again. In fact, she'd only kidnapped Camie to take her blood because she'd be attending the same Hero Provisional Licensing exam that Izuku-kun would be at. It didn't even have to be Camie- although the woman's good looks and shapely body were definitely a plus for distracting Izuku-kun. It could've been anyone. It hadn't been personal.

"I pissed myself, doc…" Camie's voice was weak. Pathetic. Wavering and quiet and barely able to be understood through the tears. But she was still speaking. Too weak to try to relive the story at a later time, too strong to stop. "I was tied up for days… I pissed on my fave boots. I've bleached and scrubbed my closet twice a week for months… Every Sunday and Tuesday- the day she'd kidnapped me and the day my mom found me… but I swear I can still smell it." Another sobbing fit from Recorded Camie had forced Current Camie to wipe tears from her eyes. The young woman had finally been forced to look up from the spot on the table she'd been staring at only to sob even harder when she noticed her parents were crying. She'd never meant for them to hear this.

"I'm sorry," she mouthed, but that only broke the Utsushimis down further. They'd had no idea that their daughter had still been suffering so much since the incident. Himiko had looked at Camie and felt an odd kinship with the woman despite their astronomical differences. Utsushimi Camie had a Glamour Quirk- one that let people see only what she wanted her to see. A liar, just like Himiko was… except far, far different. Maybe they could've been friends?

Maybe…

"It wasn't even fifty hours. I was headed home around seven, then the entire day of the Licensing Exam… I trained so hard for that damn test, doc, I swear. I would've earned my License, you've gotta believe me-"

"I believe you, Camie. You don't have anything to prove," Dr. Iwata affirmed.

"Yeah… I… my mom got home around eight the next day… I was too scared to scream… I thought it was her. I'd thought that Toga had somehow captured my mom using my body and she'd used her Quirk to turn into her. I thought she was testing me, to see if I'd scream for help. My mom only came looking for me because she'd tried calling and my phone was dead. She only found me in the closet because of the smell…" Not a single noise could be heard throughout the courtroom other than the Utsushimi's crying. Watanabe had sighed as she skipped a few minutes forward in the recording.

"The worst part? I dunno… it hurts. Seiji literally had no idea that she wasn't even me… Neither did Inasa, but I can't even blame him- he's a grade under me and we didn't even share classes. Setsu had her own test that day at a different facility- how could I possibly blame her for not coming over? But not even my parents… Dad was at work and mom probably thought I'd fallen asleep early the night before my exam… But if she'd just checked maybe she would've noticed? Maybe Toga would've killed her if she had? I can only blame myself for getting caught and I… I don't know… I… I'd been missing for so long and I… I'm sorry." Another minute passed before Camie's voice returned. This time, her voice wasn't wavering anymore. She wasn't crying anymore.

"Doc… I'd never been so scared in my life… For my fam, my friends… I hate her… I fucking hate her."

"Is that still true, Camie? Do you hate Toga Himiko," Watanabe had asked, pausing the recording for just a moment as she asked her question. Her finger had been resting on the play button, like she'd already known the answer and knew she was going to have to interrupt Camie.

"I… I… It's like, whatever. It happened." Camie's playful attitude had melted away long ago. It was far past believable anymore, but she was still trying. "You can ask all my friends now- Seiji, Setsu and Inasa are right there! It doesn't even bother me anymore-"

"I've gotta fake it 'till I make it. I can't let anyone know how screwed up I am behind this biz… Camie isn't a traumatized victim who needs friends to walk her home because she's too afraid she'll get snatched again! Camie doesn't have panic attacks while using the bathroom because of the scent of piss! Camie is supposed to be a hero! I can't let them know… I can't let anyone know… I have to pretend… I'm pretty good at it now, don'tcha think? Didja see the way I helped out against that Potato Faced Talkin' Nutsack All For One?" Watanabe had finally put the tape recorder down and set it aside, resting a hand on the desk in front of Camie.

"Camie, do you think Toga Himiko feels sorry for what she's done to you? Do you think she cares even the slightest that she's traumatized you in this way," Watanabe had asked, her dark eyes narrowed as she mentioned Himiko's name.

"I… I dunno, I-"

"I think you do. I think you're fully aware that Toga Himiko is a remorseless monster who is willing to traumatize a young woman like yourself- an innocent bystander in her supposed quest for a better world- just to… speak to a boy? Was that it? All of this just to speak with Midoriya Izuku for a few minutes," Watanabe had asked in disgust. The crowd began to murmur again, and even Izuku looked uncomfortable at the implication. Himiko really had traumatized Camie just for a chance to speak to him. Her mind wandered for just a moment. Would she do it again if she had the chance?

… probably… But maybe not to someone like Camie next time.

"You're safe here. Say what you've always wanted to say to her," Watanabe had offered, taking a few steps to her right so Camie had a clear line of sight to see Himiko. It took Camie a long time to get her words together, but when she finally did, Himiko could tell the taller woman wasn't lying.

"... I fucking hate what you did to me you psycho bitch."

A lot of people had told Himiko that they hated her over the years. None had ever said it with that amount of righteous fury.