Within the nurse's office of U.A., Asia sat at her desk with her seat turned so that the warm reddish and golden rays of the setting sun offered the last of their warmth to her back. The room was silent save for the soft, tuneless humming that escaped her and the soft tapping upon the tablet in her hands as she scrolled down on it. As far as she could tell, everything was set for the Sports Festival. The school, naturally, had a medical room on site full of all the equipment she would need to treat any injury ranging from headaches to minor cuts and bruises to anything requiring major surgery! The only thing that still needed to be done was to deliver certain supplies that needed to be refrigerated the night before as well as some other items that expired quickly.

Absentmindedly, the devilish nun briefly turned her attention to the desk where a neat pile of medical charts belonging to a few students lay undisturbed. Students who, for one reason or another, seemed to find themselves in her office more often than some others with sticky notes attached to each one. While most people thought that the U.A. nurse's job was simply to heal their students, which it was, there was another key part to it: recommending the removal of certain students from the hero program when their health and well-being became an issue. Looking at the pile brought a frown to the seemingly young woman's face for it broke her heart to do something like it. After all, U.A. was a place where the young heroes in training could work to improve their quirks and gain better control of them in order to save others. Getting hurt was expected and with a 'quirk' like her own Asia could heal any injury while Recovery Girl had certainly done her fair share of miracles.

But, at the same time, Asia knew this was something that had to be done. Principal Nezu was the type who would allow any student entrance into the school as long as they passed, regardless of any negative effects their quirks might have. Something that hit a nerve with a certain sleep-deprived teacher. However, that did not mean that they were free to endlessly endanger themselves. Either by their quirks or simply recklessly endangering themselves under the belief that they would be healed no matter what. After all, what would happen once these students left U.A. and no longer had the benefit of their healing talents? As such, it was now Asia's duty, as it had been Recovery Girl's before her, to observe the students that came into the nurse's office. How often they came in with the same injuries? If their quirk was causing serious problems. If they acted like their injuries were no big deal, something to be brushed off.

A file belonging to one such student sat at the top of the pile on her desk. This student was a first year belonging to class 1-A whose quirk had a strange backlash that damaged their body when used multiple times. What was strange was that, before coming to this school, this student never showed any signs of this side effort or the super strength displayed. Thankfully, the drug test she had insisted on giving that student when she had started her first day looking for Trigger and other similar quirk performance-enhancing drugs had come back negative. Also, the student had voiced their irritation over their constant need to be healed so often and seemed focused on improving. Because of these factors, this student wouldn't be dismissed after the Sports Festival. At least, not from her end.

Still, while she was completely willing to help heal this student completely as they tried their best to master this new aspect of the quirk, she could only do so much for so long. Ok, Twilight Healing would always heal the wounds as good as new. But what would happen when she wasn't there? Internships were right around the corner and Asia wouldn't be able to drop everything just to go and heal them! She was also worried about what would happen to this student once they left school. So while she commended this student for all the work they were putting into mastering their quirk, sooner or later her job would require her to make a difficult call. She was scheduled to meet with Nezu at the end of every month, going over her observations and suggestions on each of the students. While she wanted with all her heart to give them all the time in the world, she knew that for regular humans that simply wasn't possible. If this student didn't figure something out by the middle of the year she would suggest their transfer to a different course. Yes, it would hurt them. But Asia would rather they start looking into different career paths than continue on this one sooner rather than later.

Then, if she had to make the same recommendation for the same student at the end of the year, well, she would be raising a little hell of her own to make sure it happened.

Then, just as she was turning her attention back to her tablet, the door to the nurse's office opened so suddenly and with so much force, that it made the nun nurse jump out of her seat with a squeak! Looking up, her eyes widened at a very odd sight. Standing in the doorway was Izuku Midoriya dressed in his gym uniform. The green-haired teen was panting heavily while carrying Toga in his arms. The younger blonde was passed out, face red with blood dripping from her face and onto the floor.

"What in the-" began Asia, but was cut off as Izuku zoomed into the room looking ready to cry.

"I'm so sorry," he began in clear panic, setting his new vampiric classmate on one of the beds. "We were just…and then she just…" Quickly moving across the room, Asia went over to the teen who was looking between her and Himiko so rapidly she was surprised he wasn't getting dizzy. Sweat was dripping down his forehead as he spoke between his panting.

"Midoriya, calm down," said Asia gently. She waited a moment, gesturing for him to get some water from a nearby pitcher of water on a nightstand. As he did so with shaky hands, Asia moved to check the girl's pulse. "Now, when you are ready, please tell me what happened."

She turned in time to see Midoriya had just chugged down a large paper cup of water, gasping for air when he finished. "Ok," he said. "Well, we were with Mr. Kendo in Gym Omega and…"

-x-

Izuku watched from the sidelines of Gym Omega which was one of the weirdest gyms the school had! The main floor of the gym was composed of four parts, each with a heavily matted circle in its center that was about 40 meters in diameter. While they looked like the normal sort of padding you could find in most schools, they seemed like they were made from a super shock-absorbent material. But that wasn't what was so weird and, honestly freaky, about this gym. It was what was lined against the walls! Countless tubes were placed one after another with only a keypad separating them. Inside each of them was a different type of robot that put the ones in the entrance exam to shame. The first few looked like those old pre-quirk boxing toys made real, with thicker armor. Then there were more complex ones that held weapons. There was one that had six arms, each with a sword sharpened to perfection. But then there were the ones who looked human. As in Izuku thought for a moment that the school had kidnapped people and stuck them in these tubes because that's how lifelike they appeared. What's more, many of them were women whom the creator had decided to give alluring features as well as skin-tight outfits. Sure there were a few guys in there, but the number was obviously disproportionate! And some of them were dressed in barely anything with the last two being the worst! One was a woman whose outfit made her look like she worked at a strip club while the other was a woman dressed only in her lingerie!

Shinso, who was sitting next to Izuku, had noticed this as well The look on the purple-haired teen when he had first laid eyes on the robots mirrored his friends: shock mixed with a blush before quickly turning away.

Now the pair sat there stiffly, beads of sweat forming on their brows as they forced themselves to watch what was going on in the middle of one of the rings. And not linger on the many female-looking robots behind them!

Standing in the middle of the circle was Mr. Kendo, seemingly alone. His arms were outstretched in front of him, almost like he was ready to grab something but holding off while his feet were spread. For several long moments, he just stood there, appearing to any passerby who suddenly walked in that the man had simply zoned out and was staring into nothingness. However, both boys knew better. Then, Mr. Kendo suddenly and swiftly spun around. Reaching out with one hand, he seemed to pull Toga out of thin air before tossing her to the side as if she were a rag doll. The vampiric girl, dressed in the same blue gym uniform as both the boys, landed with a thud before bouncing back up to her feet.

"Very good young lady," said Mr. Kendo as he moved out of his fighting stance. Turning to the girl, he gave her a thumbs-up with a smile. "I think I might have what you are looking for."

As Toga tilted her head slightly with a curious expression, Izuku just beamed.

'It was a wise move calling this man,' commented Albion, once more using the tone that Izuku had come to associate with him nodding his head. 'If Toga is going to thrive in the hero course, she will need a fighting style should there ever come a time when weapons are off the table. The same goes for that Shinso boy. This will benefit them both greatly.'

'I know,' replied Izuku. 'I'm just glad that Mr. Kendo agreed to do this.' As he thought this, the teen recalled how this had all come about. With all the training for the Sports Festival, Izuku had noticed that his two newest friends needed additional help. While Toga was quick, nimble, and stealthy he felt like this would only get her so far. Especially when she didn't have one of her training weapons. As for Shinso…the boy just needed to know how to fight. Izuku was doing his best to teach him, but there was a world of difference between someone like himself who was still somewhat of a novice, and a true master. Something that Izuku was humble enough to admit to not only himself but also Shinso. So, why not ask the man who had taught him? The master who knew more fighting styles than anyone he knew?

There had only been one slight problem: Toga couldn't leave the school for right now. Apparently, there were still some details that needed to be fine-tuned with her agreement so until she began her internship the blood drinker was forced to remain on campus. Izuku had spoken to his martial arts teacher about this, asking if it was alright for him to give a special lesson to his friends. Oddly enough, the man agreed to this without much convincing.

Either he was hoping to get some additional students once the Sports Festival was over or the man was just very bored that day.

"Now then," began Mr. Kendo's voice, the sound bringing Izuku out of his thoughts. Now he watched as the taller man turned to face Toga. "I believe I have the perfect fighting style for you. Watch carefully now." With that, the man struck an odd pose that Izuku had never seen before. One foot was placed in front of the other, though they weren't as firmly panted as Izuku had seen before. And with his hands brought up with the fingers pointing downward gave the impression of a man sneaking through a house.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the man vanished completely. Before either Izuku or Shinso could turn their heads to look around, they heard Himiko crying out in pain! The two turned their focus over to where the girl had been standing to find that she was now lying face down on the ground with Mr. Kendo standing above her.

"What I just showed you is a heightened form of your disappearing trick," Mr. Kendo as Toga slowly got up onto her feet. Thought her legs did look a little shaky. "This is a fighting style that was created completely by accident along with a sister style by a man back in the pre-quirk era. It's called Umisen-ken." Mr. Kendo then paused, a foul look appearing on his face before raising a fist to cough into. "When I say accidentally, I mean that both styles were originally interoperated as treating the body as a house and using different methods to 'break in'. One style uses brute force to knock down the front gate, aka your opponent's defenses, in order to get inside. Usually starting with a loud cry to catch them off guard followed by swinging your arms to bat away your opponent's arms and finishing with a powerful kick to the chest. Umisen-ken, however, has you sneaking in through the back to strike quickly and repeatedly. It wasn't until later that it was discovered that both styles were meant to literally break into people's homes to rob them."

Everyone, including Albion, sweatdropped at that.

"So it's exactly what I've been doing this whole time," said Toga with a slight frown.

"Yes and no," responded Mr. Kendo. "While the techniques were originally sealed away, they eventually were brought back along with a slew of various fighting styles during the chaos caused by the emergence of quirks. Whether it was used by people who wanted to fight those with greater power than them or simply those with quirks who needed to defend themselves, people were doing whatever they could to secure their own survival. However, as time went by, bits and pieces of these techniques were lost to time or perverted when put on the internet. Now they exist as mere shadows of their former glory. The method you have been using to vanish from sight is a watered-down version of the original."

Izuku watched as Toga, upon hearing that, visibly slumped. And it wasn't like he could blame her. That trick was the one that she was most proud of. So hearing the truth about it was no doubt disheartening.

"With that said," continued Mr. Kendo. "You have a firm handle on the basics. I believe that learning this style would be most suited for you. Perhaps, with some hard work, you can bring it to a whole new level that the original creator never could." Izuku could see Toga blushing from the praise before giving the man a nod that showed off both her fangs.

With that done, Mr. Kendo called Shinso over to begin the process of finding the purpled-haired teen a style that was best suited for him. With a sigh, the brainwashing teen rose before walking to the middle of the mat with his hands in his pockets. At the same time, Himiko practically skipped over to Izuku before twirling around and sitting down next to him with a flourish. Once her behind was on the ground, the girl brought her legs up so that they were pressed against her chest.

At first, the pair sat in silence as they watched the other two people in the room talk, only occasionally glancing at the other before turning their heads away. Both doing their best to hide the nervous expressions on their faces as well as the light tint of red coating their cheeks.

Finally, Toga broke the silence.

"Hey, Midoriya," she began in a slightly nervous tone. "I just want to say thanks. For, you know, everything."

"It's fine," replied Izuku, his eyes moving downward to stare at his shoes. "When I was younger, I wished that more people out there could have helped me out. It didn't need to be anything big. Maybe just a little encouragement, a kind word, or just not laughing at my dreams. So I just want to give what I never got."

"Because you're actually quirkless?" asked Toga. Though her words were spoken softly, Izuku reacted as though she had screamed them from the top of the school building practically jumping to his feet in a panic. He then turned to the girl who was still sitting there, giving him a shy smile. "My Grandpa used to tell me stories about the Sacred Gears. I basically grew up hearing all about the Boosted Gear and Divine Dividing. I've seen you training your 'quirk' and Pony told me about how amazing it is that you managed to get this far after finally being strong enough to use your 'quirk'. Plus, my Aunt Asia is a member of the staff here. So you really shouldn't be surprised that I know about it."

"Oh right," replied Izuku, his heart rate slowly returning to normal yet still a little nervous. "Are you going to tell anyone?"

At that, Himiko let out a small laugh. "Yeah, like anyone would believe me if I did tell them the truth," she said before shaking her head. "No. But if the day ever comes that you need to tell them, I'll back you up. Besides, it's not like I really blame you for lying to them. It's not easy being an outsider, wanting people to just accept you."

For another long moment, the two sat there in silence as they watched Mr. Kendo teaching Shinso a move. While Itsuka's father held up his hands, palms out towards the brainwasher while also circling him, Izuku's thoughts went toward what she had said. He knew a little of her past, but only in broad strokes and none of the finer details. Was this some sort of invitation to ask?

"No, it's not," said Izuku at last. "Though, it was probably harder for you. I mean, sure my mom never really believed that I could be a hero even back when I was four. But…she still wanted the best for me. Having your parents suppress a part of yourself like that must have been suffocating."

Himiko let out a humorless chuckle, her eyes becoming dark as she adverted her gave. "Oh, it was pretty much the same," she said. "When I was younger, my parents had already written me off as a monster. All because I found a dead bird and was drinking its blood, but they believed that I had gone out and killed it! Seriously! How was I supposed to do that? I was a little girl. And what they did to me, going to see people to teach me quirk suppression and change the way I acted, it was all because they wanted 'the best for me'. They even made me stop seeing Grandpa because he was a bad influence in their eyes." With that, Toga let out a heavy sigh that seemed to hold all of her frustration. "Sorry for dumping all of this on you. It just bugs me that they never saw anything from my point of view. Drinking people's blood was just the way I showed how much I loved them, wanted to be more like them. Everyone else got to express the way they loved each other in public in so many different ways. But me, when I did it, it was creepy." By the time she was done saying this, Izuku had brought a hand to his chin in a classic thinking pose.

"You know, that makes a bit of sense. I mean, drinking blood as a sign of love. I sort of get it," said Izuku, causing Toga's head to quickly snap in his direction. With her mouth hanging agape, Izuku continued. "Blood is, both symbolically and literally, life. And it holds the most important details of a person. So, in a way, you could say that sharing blood with someone else could be seen as sharing some of your life with that person."

"That's it!" cried Toga, spinning her body around so that she was now on all fours. Her expression had changed, looking so happily excited while bringing her face so close to Izuku's that she could pounce on him at any moment. "You get it! You really get it! It's what I want to do! I want that intimacy. To be as close as possible to the people I love. So much so that I can become them because, to me, they're cute. Please tell me you feel the same way!"

At first, Izuku prepared himself for the heartbreak in Himiko when he told her no. Yet, as his mouth opened, no sound came out. For several long breaths, no sound could escape him despite his mouth moving while an old memory returned. He then visibly relaxed.

"I used to," Izuku admitted while Toga got back into a sitting position. Only now she was sitting on her legs right next to Izuku so that their shoulders were touching. "I wouldn't call it love, but there was someone I looked up to. When I saw him, that's when I was filled with more hope for the future than anytime else during the day. And…I wanted to be just like him. So much so that my all my sketches for hero costumes were trying to match him in appearance, my hero names were just knockoffs of his, and when I went to learn how to fight I wanted to do it in the same manner as him. I was even willing to completely change my body type just so I could do it."

"You said 'used to'," said Toga, a crestfallen expression appearing on her face. "What changed?"

"I finally met other people that I grew to admire," replied Izuku almost instantly. "They basically helped me realize that the way I have has worth. And if I continued to just copy someone else, that was all I would ever be: a poor imitation of that person. So, instead, I'd rather just take the best parts of the people I love and admire to carry with me. The lessons they taught me, what they inspired in me. That way, they'll always be a part of me as I move forward." Izuku then turned to Toga, nervously placing a hand on her shoulder as he looked into her now wide-eyed expression. "Maybe you could try that. Taking on the spirit of the people you think are cute and love. That way, you'll always have a part of them with you as well. Besides, I don't think you need to turn into them because you're already really cute just as you are now."

Izuku watched as Himiko's jaw dropped, so much so that he could see all her fangs. Then, starting from the neck, her face began to turn a shade of red that Izuku had never seen before while her eyes became nothing more than dark spirals. By the time the red reached her forehead, the blonde's head was flung back with steam escaping her mouth, hair, and ears. Then she fell backward onto the mat with a very scared Izuku rising to his feet in panic.

-x-

"And that's what happened!" exclaimed Izuku, fidgeting as he stood there with tears in his eyes. "Can you figure out what's wrong with her? Will she be ok?"

"Oh, she'll be fine," said Asia as she held up one of Himiko's arms while pretending to check her pulse. In truth, she knew that the girl was fine the moment she laid eyes on that face. Even unconscious, Himiko had a dopey grin with blood leaking from her nose. She just wanted to hear what had happened to put the girl in this state.

-x-

A few days later…

"How about this one?"

Toga turned her head to look over at Pony who was holding up a tablet. On the screen, there was a man dressed in a red trench coat, yellow sunglasses, a wide-brimmed hat that matched the jacket, and a suit underneath. For a moment, all the girl could do was look between the image of the anime character before looking at the excited face of the American girl, and then back to the image before sighing.

"I don't think so. Not cute enough," said Toga, wincing as Mei continued to roughly continued her work. Namely her hero costume. While it would take a while to get something made, the support course could whip her up something to allow her to use her quirk during the upcoming Sports Festival. That way, when she did change, her cute naked body wouldn't be broadcasted all over the world when the changes melted off her. There were currently only two people right now that she wanted to reserve that right for and one of them was in the room with her.

Pony, in Himiko's opinion, was a major cutie. How could anyone not find her expression adorable with those big blue eyes and that long flowing golden hair? Not to mention those horns and tail! But beyond that, she was one of the few people in her class who could best understand Toga as feeling like an outsider. Not only did she have a mutant quirk (from a country that heavily discriminated against people of that type) but now she was a foreigner. But despite all that, she was still super friendly which made her all the cuter to Himiko.

Even now as she huffed, she still looked so adorable as she went to look for another design for Himiko's hero costume.

"I thought it looked good," she said softly. "You could have gone for the old abridged version of him. You would have looked awesome and been super funny."

Toga, in response, just blew a raspberry at her. "Sorry, but I'm not going for something that makes me look like I'm a hitman vampire. I'm looking for something, well, cute. Not as in all pink and bubbly and-"

"Something that will fit all the wonderful babies I have planned for her!" exclaimed Mei.

Sighing, Pony shook her head as she swiped away at her tablet. "Well, that was the last cool-looking anime vampire who wasn't set in a high school anime," she said. "So, maybe we could look at some old mobile games for ideas. There was this one called Azur Lane that used to do a bunch of vampire and Halloween skins for their characters. Maybe we could use one of them for an idea."

Before Himiko could point out that she didn't know if she wanted to go with a vampire-inspired costume, the horned American girl had pulled up the images. As Pony swiped the screen to show them off, Himiko had to admit that some of them looked really cute. Especially the ones belonging to a fleet called the Crimson Axis. But none of them really stood-

"Wait!" yelled Himiko, startling both of the other girls. "Go back!" Instantly Pony turned the tablet over, swiping the screen so that she came back to the last image before frowning.

"But that's her original skin," commented the girl as she showed the image to Himiko again with Mei looking on in slight interest. Though that might have had more to do with the gear on the girl's hands rather than the outfit and the character as a whole.

"She's such a cutie," was all Himiko could say. "Besides, that outfit is just my style. All I need to do is make a few changes here and there. Maybe some gear that Hatsume could make for me?"

"Ohh, make you some special babies?" asked Mei, her grin widening. "Please do tell."

With that, Toga went into detail about the changes she wanted. To help aid her, Mei brought in a digital sketchpad. The original image was brought up, with the support student using the electric pen to make the adjustments that Himiko wanted as well as designing the gear that the girl thought would suit her best. And, when they were done, Himiko was excited for the day when she could wear it.