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Izuku groaned; his back still hurt, and his brain had settled in his skull into a hard throb that made it feel like his head would split open. Kacchan's frenzied screaming in the bed beside him hardly helped, and the noise of the others going through their tests on the monitors only added to his mounting annoyance.

Himiko had finished her own test a few minutes after Izuku's, and she was currently glaring at Kacchan as he tried to claw his way over to Izuku with his teeth.

It seemed that during Izuku's throw, the other boys' arms had been rather damaged due to the hard impact, and all of the tumbling afterward hadn't helped.

Himiko turned away from the grunting and snarling boy and looked at Izuku, "What'd you do to piss him off so much?"

Izuku laughed mirthlessly, "I tried convincing him to work together to finish the test, but he didn't go for it, so I knocked his ass out, carried him through the entire thing, and threw him through the exit gate so he would pass."

Himiko stared incredulously, "Why the hell would you do that?!"

He gave her a lopsided grin and gestured weakly at Kacchan with his sore arms, "partly because we weren't supposed to treat this like a test but a real battle, and partly because I knew he would be really pissed off when he found out."

"I'm gonna fucking blow that goddamn smile off your fuckin face, Deku!"

Himiko blew a raspberry at the boy, "That's my job, Mr. Anger Management Issues!"

Izuku went red, "H-Himiko!"

Recovery Girl sighed and turned to them, "I'm glad you're both getting along again, dear. But could you all please be quiet?"

Izuku frowned at the nurse, but it wasn't like he didn't know what she was talking about. Izuku and Himiko had broken down after her talk with Recovery Girl, and his own talk with All Might. It seemed he had the nurse to thank for their improved communication skills during that particularly rough point in time.

But they still had things that they needed to discuss, even if Izuku himself wasn't particularly ready to talk about it—namely, his ever-growing anger at everything and anyone who wasn't Himiko, Eri, or his mom.

It wasn't that he hated everyone other than them, but it felt like everyone but them had some kind of unrealistic picture of him in their heads. He saw it in how Todoroki and Iida looked at him as if he were someone more righteous and dependable than he was.

Even the others in their class looked at him more respectfully these days, and whenever he had to dish out orders as class president, they all complied with no hesitation. It was like he was someone sort of paragon to his classmates, and that was entirely too much for him.

In a twisted way, the way Kacchan treated him felt right. It was like he deserved it, but those thoughts only fueled his anger and made him loathe seeing the boy more and more.

Like right now. All he wanted to do was punch Kacchan right in his stupid face.

'I already miss the practical.' Izuku sighed and then shook his head fervently to shake away the thoughts.

"H-Hey, Himiko?" She looked at him and gave him her fanged grin he always loved to see spread across her face, "I want to… talk about some stuff later. Is that okay?"

Himiko's smile softened a fraction, and she nodded, "Yeah, I wanted to talk later, too."She sidled a bit closer and gave him a half-lidded and longing look, "And maybe we could celebrate both of us passing our exams. I had some… fun in mind."

Izuku blushed furiously as her chest brushed against his arm, and her breath tickled his ear, "y-yeah. T-That sounds n-nice. Although, I'm sure Mom and Eri will want to celebrate too."

Himiko's suggestive look fell away, and she had an innocent smile again. "I figured so, but let's reserve some time just for use before we head back to your apartment. We can text Inko and tell her we'll be a little… late."

Izuku didn't like the gleam in the girl's eye, but he didn't have much choice but to sigh and just go along with her plan, "A-Alright, but I don't think we can stay out too long without worrying her. Honestly, I think she thinks we'll find trouble when we're out of her sight for too long.

Himiko giggled and put her head on Izuku's chest. "Don't we, though?"

Shigaraki was having a really shit night, like extremely shit.

First, he had decayed his favorite controller to his console, then he'd smashed the console itself when he'd gotten the spare controller and lost his game, and now he was having to put up with a bunch of freaks.

One guy looked like a cautionary tale for burn victims, another like a buff guy with a giant magnet; it turned out he was actually a she. Then there was the lizard in Hero Killer cosplay, a muscle-headed idiot missing an eye, and a brat who was literally still in his school uniform with a revolver on his hip.

"These are seriously all the 'high class' villains you could round up for me, Giran? One of the guys is a literal brat." Shigaraki glared at the info broker through his father's severed hand.

The broker just smiled his stupid gap-toothed smile that made Shigaraki want to decay his face right off, "Come on, don't be that way. Sure, some of these guys might be a little untested, but they've got real spunk and really useful quirks for this upcoming operation."

Shigaraki stared unimpressed at the gathered bastards that were stinking up his bar. He turned to the burn victim, "You, what's your name and quirk?"

The man's eyes roamed lazily. His blue eyes ran an unimpressed trail along Shigaraki from head to toe. "I go by Dabi these days. My quirk is Cremation. I can create intense flames that'll turn anyone to charcoal in an instant; of course, that goes for me as well." He gestured down at the burnt patches of skin. "My body can't handle the intense heat my quirk gives off for extended periods, so it ends up burning me, too."

Shigaraki scratched his neck, "first of all, no nicknames. What's your real name?"

Dabi, as he was called, crossed his arms, "You'll know that when you need to. As it is, I'm only here to create the world that Stain envisioned, free of fake heroes like Endeavor."

"So, you're another Hero Killer fanatic, huh? And a glass cannon to boot. Honestly, just the sight of you pisses me off, but your quirk does sound useful." Shigaraki turned to the next freak, the muscle-bound creeper who was just standing there smiling like a giant hulking idiot. "What about you?"

The muscle head grinned madly, the scar over his left eye stretching grotesquely. Something under his skin seemed to squirm, and his arms bulged. "Name's Goto Imasuji, but most people just call me Muscular. My quirk is Muscle Augmentation; I can strengthen and manipulate my muscle fibers. I can smash people flat, block attacks, and even make myself faster. I'm here to get into some exciting fights and see some bloodshed; as long as you let me run wild, you can use me however the hell you want!"

This one was exactly as Shigaraki's first impression had suggested— an idiot with nothing in his skull but muscle. That wasn't entirely bad; their party could use a tank, and the fact that he could function as a good DPS was also a plus.

Shigaraki nodded, "you'll fit in just fine. We'll give you plenty of strong opponents to fight, too."

He turned and looked at the muscular chick who looked like a guy. "I'm Kenji Hikiishi, but I go by Magne. My quirk is magnetism. I can only magnetize people, though. It works the same as regular magnetism in that opposite-polarized people attract, and the same polarized will repel. Men are polarized south, and women are polarized north. I can magnetize anyone within a four-meter radius."

"That could be good for team combos, I guess." Shigaraki's eyes racked over the lizard in Hero Killer cosplay. His eyes seared a blazing hole through the scaly man's masked face, "you?"

"My name is Shūichi Iguchi, but I prefer Spinner. My quirk is Gecko; it allows me to adhere to walls and other sheer surfaces. I am here to enact Stain's will upon this work! Cleansing it of all the fake heroes and false idols!"

Shigaraki just stared at the lizard with disgust, "Ugh, I hate people like you. The burn victim is one thing, but running around dressed like the fucker is going way too far, especially with a shitty quirk like yours."

He blew out a frustrated breath and looked at the last one left, the kid.

The schoolboy brandished his revolver and stared at the leader of the League petulantly, "I'm Kiri Doku; I prefer to be called Mustard. My quirk is called Gas; I can produce a noxious gas that knocks people exposed to it out for an extended period. The gas gets thicker the closer it is to my body; I can control the clouds up to a certain point and sense movement in them. Though I'm not immune to the gas myself, so I'll need a gas mask to filter the gas out for myself. I'm joining because this society is messed up. They only value people with powerful or flashy quirks, while people like me fall to the wayside as failures. I'm going to prove I'm just as good if not better than all those hero candidate bastards around my age." (There isn't a name given for Mustard, so I gave him this one. Kiri means mist, and Doku means poison. So his name basically means poison mist; it's a bit on the nose, but a lot of names in MHA kinda are.)

Shigaraki was delighted. Having an AOE debuff mage on their team would be great for the coming mission, and it might even help them capture those two kids. He sounded a bit childish, but then again, wasn't Shigaraki? "Well, that was the last one. I suppose I should explain our next operation. You'll all b—"

Giran coughed, gaining Shigaraki's annoyed glare. "We've actually got three extras. One is this guy." He hooked a thumb over his shoulder, pointing at a man in a black and gray bodysuit.

He was cowering behind Giran but abruptly walked out with a strut, "What's up?! I'm Jin Bubaigawara. It's nice to meet you all! Ya, filthy bastards! I go by Twice; my quirk is Double, and it lets me make copies of people so long as I have a good image of them in my head and their up-to-date measurements. The doubles will have the same personalities as their original, and they can even use the person's quirk, but they're significantly less durable than the originals. I can only create two doubles at once. Oh, and I can sense when a clone is destroyed, even from far away. I refuse to make any copies of myself, sorry. So don't try and make me, you handsy bastard!"

Shigaraki could feel his head throbbing at the man's outbursts that seemed to come out of nowhere. The man's quirk sounded useful, but his unhinged outbursts made it seem like he wouldn't exactly be the most reliable. But so long as the copies he made followed orders, Shigaraki didn't really care.

Another man stepped out from behind Giran. His face was obscured by a black-and-white mask, and strangely enough, he had a large top hat with a feather sticking out of the red hat band on his head. He wore a black suit vest and pants with an orange dress shirt underneath. On his hands, he wore crimson gloves.

The guy looked like some kind of two-bit magician as he removed his hat and bowed, "Mr. Compress, at your service. Like our associate Dabi, I would rather keep my true identity a secret. My quirk is Compress; it allows me to contain a set target I touch in a marble-like object. If I use my quirk on a person, they are effectively sealed. I haven't found a single person thus far who can break one of my marbles."

During his explanation, Compress walked over to the bar and motioned for Kurogiri to give him a scotch glass. When his hands touched the smooth surface of the glass, the space surrounding the object swirled and distorted, forming into a small marble. Inside the marble was the scotch glass, suspended in the smooth marble.

Shigaraki grinned for the first time since all of these idiots had arrived. This quirk would be useful, especially for taking the two kids that he wanted, but another thought entered his head as he looked at the gathered villains, "wait, you said three extras. Where's the last one?"

Giran scratched the back of his head and grimaced, "Yeah, about that. See, the last guy is a bit… eccentric. I don't think you should meet him with all these people around. He's sort of… a ca—"

The broker mumbled the last part, and Shigaraki's eye twitched irritably, "he's what?"

Giran cleared his throat and stuffed his hands into his pockets, "he's sort of a cannibal, okay? The guy's name is Moonfish, and he's a real sick bastard who was on death row until he managed to escape. He's a bit crazy but willing to work obediently for whoever gives him the most meat."

Shigaraki stared at the broker like he was the craziest bastard in the bar, and that was a pretty high standard to be graded against with all the freaks that had thus far been introduced, "what's stopping this guy from killing us? I hate when allies turn against the party cause you fail one of their stupid fetch quests, so why should I bother putting up with him?"

Giran jerked his chin toward Muscular, "Cause, like that guy, you don't need to worry about him so long as you point him at someone he can rip apart. His quirk is Blade-Tooth; it lets him lengthen and reshape his teeth into blades. He can move however he likes to attack his opponents. You haven't seen them, but those damn things are fast and sharp as hell; if you want a fast attacking ranged fighter, he's your guy. Though, like I said, you had better supply him with as much meat as he wants; otherwise, it won't be pretty."

Shigaraki scratched at his neck, "and where exactly is this cannibal?"

At this, Kurogiri stepped from behind the bar and cleared his misty throat. "We had Moonfish transported here beforehand under… heavy restraint. He was quite crazed when we brought him. He is currently down in the basement in a specially designed room that will contain him when he becomes too difficult to handle."

"And nobody thought to tell me that, why?"

Kurogiri's glowing eyes shifted toward the TV, and Shigaraki immediately understood the meaning. Sensei had decided on the maniac, and he had been the one to have him brought here.

Shigaraki sighed irritably and stormed away from the crowd of villains.

He wanted to get out of this stupid bar and go kill some bastards. His skin was itching all over, and the only way he could relieve the intense spasms of discomfort shooting up his spine was to decay someone to a pile of rancid meat and black sludge.

Izuku and Himiko exited the train station and walked out into the cool air of Musutafu. The day had been really tiring for him, and all of the yelling he'd had to put up with didn't help. Thankfully, Recovery Girl treating his wounds had also alleviated the building headache he'd felt coming on.

"You were pretty mad, weren't you?" Himiko studied his tense shoulders and the way his brow furrowed.

"Yeah. Kacchan seems to just get worse and worse the more we interact, and having to fight All Might after what he told me didn't help."

She looked at him curiously, "what did Mr. Skeleton tell you?"

Izuku froze, 'shit. I forgot I didn't tell her about why the teachers didn't arrive at U.S.J. sooner than they should've.'

He didn't know how she would react. Honestly, he had no idea how he himself should take the news that All Might had given him. The thought that the man and the principal had assumed the number one hero was enough of a deterrent to ward off attacks against their class was reckless. Izuku could see the logic in it. All Might was basically a one-man army, but he and Himiko almost died because of that assumption.

Ultimately, he decided she deserved to know, "Despite having that letter you gave them, Nezu and All Might decided our class wasn't a big enough target to warrant an attack from the League of Villains. They thought All Might was a big enough safeguard, but then, of course, that stuff happened at U.S.J."

Himiko's head swiveled toward him, her fangs bared, and her face set into a hunting cat's snarl, "they bet our lives on a fucking assumption? You almost died, Izu. I almost died!"

Izuku's knuckles cracked as he balled his hand into a fist. He glared forward as they continued their track toward Himiko's apartment, "yeah, I wasn't happy either. And All Might asked if I could forgive him, but… I just don't know if I can. I can overlook putting me in danger; that was always a possibility as his successor, but you? I draw the line when your life is in danger for no good reason."

She stopped and slapped her palms into the sides of his freckled cheeks. She gripped his head tightly, her shadowed eyes as the sun set behind her head seemed to glow ominously, "well, I can't overlook them putting you in danger too. Stuff involving One for All is one thing, but Shigaraki was gunning for All Might specifically, not you."

Izuku averted his gaze, "I know, but All Might really seemed torn up by it. You remember how he reacted when he saw us right before Nomu was going to kill us? He was enraged."

She jerked his head right back to look into her eyes, "would that have made you feel any better if I had actually died? Him being enraged, I mean."

He didn't have to think very long before a small whisper escaped his lips, "No."

Himiko sighed and grabbed his hand again, yanking him in the direction of her apartment, "it wouldn't have made any difference to me either. All Might and the principal will just have to live with that, but just because they want forgiveness doesn't mean we have to give it to them."

"I know, and I'm not sure I even can at this point, but I don't want to just cut All Might out entirely because he made one mistake. I just… I don't know." Izuku trailed off as he walked along behind the girl, his thoughts running wild and the headache starting to return.

Himiko pushed open the door to her building. The interior was nice, and the marble floor was waxed to a perfect finish. She looked back at him and jerked her head at the elevator, "Let's go up and forget all about that for now, yeah? Tonight is for us."

Izuku smiled wistfully and let the girl lead him. She pressed the button up to her floor, and as the elevator doors closed, she turned on Izuku with a wide, hungry grin, "Izu~."

Himiko walked slowly and seductively toward him, her hips swaying lightly and her eyes racking up and down his body. Her hands snaked along his sides and lightly traced up under his shirt.

"H-Himiko! We aren't even in your apartment yet!" Izuku blushed so red he thought he must look like a strawberry.

"Oh, I know, but I thought I'd get you in the mood." Her right hand slowly lowered down along his bare stomach, slipping lightly into his jeans, and her left hand came up to grip his throat lightly. He was sure she could feel his pulse, and her smile only confirmed it. "Someone's excited and doesn't want to admit it."

Her hand in his pants brushed against his member through his boxers, and she angled his head to the side with the hand that gripped his throat. She lowered her head to the healed bite scar on his shoulder.

Her mouth hovered over the spot. He could feel her breath. It was hot and heavy, and it made his head spin as her tongue traced the flesh. Her fangs grazed the area lightly, and she gave the skin a slight suck.

"A-Ah~," Izuku covered his mouth wide-eyed and embarrassed at his involuntary reaction.

His head was going fuzzy, and the promise of her fangs so close to sinking in made him anticipate the way he could just lose himself in the feeling. He wanted it. He wanted to just forget about everything, everyone constantly staring at him as if he were something that he wasn't, and most of all, he just wanted to lose himself in her.

Her teeth sank into the flesh of his neck. Goosebumps rose on end all over his body, and his knees went weak. Himiko's lips sealed around the bite, and she drank greedily, her deep gulps making him shudder. Her fingers dug into his neck, drawing a bit of blood as her nails gripped the flesh, "H-Himi-chan!"

The fingers in his pants rubbed lightly at his cock, squeezing lightly as she felt the shape of it through the fabric. Her teeth pulled away from his flesh, and her burning rusty breath spilled over his nose; a hint of pomegranate drifted through the tang of blood, "Izu~! I wanna hear more. Moan more for me."

She grabbed a fistful of his hair and jerked his head to the other side to get a better view of his smooth right shoulder.

Her teeth punctured the skin in the same area as his other shoulder, and while the feeling wasn't new to him, she had never bitten the other shoulder, and it seemed the skin was more sensitive because of it.

"Aaaah!!" He moaned out again, his vision blurred, and all thoughts left him as the pain and pleasure mixed together to drive away any other thoughts.

The elevator dinged to let them know they had arrived at their floor, but Izuku was oblivious to the world.

This was the feeling he wanted: nothing else but the pain and heady feeling of drowning in her.

Himiko pulled away, a slightly satisfied look on her face as she led him out of the elevator and toward her apartment.

He absently remembered this had been where Giran had given them the letter and where he had delivered Shigaraki's invitation for both of them to join the League.

'Don't think about that. This is time for just us.' Izuku lightly pressed his index and middle finger into the fresh bite on his right shoulder, sending a shock of pain and excitement up his spine. Himiko unlocked her apartment door and pulled him inside.

Her lips immediately crashed into his, and she unbuttoned his school shirt as quickly as she could. Izuku himself fumbled with her shirt, his fingers clumsy and frantic. They slowly moved further into the apartment, stopping right in front of the couch.

"How… long… do… we… have?" Izuku breathed out through the sloppy kiss.

Himiko was the first one able to take off one of their shirts and blazers. She slid the fabric off his shoulders and ran a hungry gaze over his muscled torso. "We have five hours. I told your mom we would be back around six."

Himiko's shirt and blazer were the following things to come off, and Izuku let out a groan of frustration as her bra got in the way of his view. It was lacy, thin, black, and oh-so sexy, but right now, he didn't want anything in the way. He hooked a thumb under the band, pinched the clasp between his thumb and index finger, and then slid his thumb forward.

Her bra fell away in one easy motion, and she squealed in delight as he shot forward to plant kisses along her chest. His hands ran up along her toned stomach, squeezing the soft flesh of her waist.

"How'd you learn to do that?" Himiko smiled as she ran her own hands along his stomach, clearly savoring the texture of his muscles under the skin. Her mouth came down to lick along the bite on his right shoulder.

"Looked it up… online," Izuku shuddered as she lapped at the blood and let his hands wander down to her skirt as he slowly unzipped it and lowered the bit of cloth down her smooth, shapely thighs.

The skirt fell to the floor, and Izuku marveled at her body. Although she was still quite short compared to him, her body was lithe and built with lean muscle, like a cat.

She seemed to catch his wandering gaze, smiling as she gave him her own appreciative glances. "I think you got even more muscle somehow after our internship."

She sank down to her knees, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and then lowered them down to his ankles. He stooped down to remove them from around his ankles, but she pushed him back lightly so that he fell onto the couch. Her hands came up, and before he could ask what she was doing, she pulled his boxers down and freed his member to the cool air in the apartment.

"Himiko? Wha—"

Before he could figure out what she was doing, Himiko's lips wrapped around the head of his penis, and she lightly bobbed up and down, her tongue swirling around the glans.

"O-Oh, my god!" Izuku gripped the couch cushions with a white-knuckled grip, humming in excitement. The vibrating rumble in her throat made his legs weak, and he was glad she had pushed him down.

Her fingers came up to grip and squeeze his toned thighs, and as if she was using them for leverage, she took a few more inches of him in. She bobbed up and down lightly; saliva dripped in heavy strings when she came up and clung to her lips as she came back down.

The sight drove Izuku crazy, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Just when he thought the feeling couldn't get any better, Himiko drew up and let his member fall out of her mouth. She looked him in the eye with trails of saliva still connecting her to his privates, "are you ready?"

Izuku panted through heavy and half-lidded eyes filled with confusion, "h-huh?"

All at once, Himiko took him back into her mouth, but this time, his entire shaft disappeared down into her throat.

Izuku's head shot backward, and he moaned loudly. The feeling of her throat squeezing and bobbing along his dick made his mind go completely blank. Her fingers came up, her thumbs stroking the flush, and the rest of her digits dug into his sides.

Izuku winced; he could feel rivulets of blood running down his sides where her nails dug in. He figured she was having to focus so that she wouldn't choke, and the thought made his head spin even more.

"H-Himi-chan! I-I'm about to cum!" He gripped the sides of her hands, trying to pry her grip away from his sides so that she wouldn't choke, but her nails just dug in further.

Her frantic bobbing seemed to pick up if anything else, and her tongue swirled all the more around the head of his member.

"I-I'm g-gonna—" Izuku trailed off into a noise that was half grunt, half sigh as she slammed her head all the way down.

He could feel his member spasm in Himiko's mouth, shooting rope after rope of cum that she swallowed down without pulling away. The sensation of her swallowing around him felt like she was sucking him dry.

Finally, after ten seconds, she pulled away and smiled at him, dazed. " Good surprise?"

Izuku laughed breathlessly down at her, his head buzzing, "Y-yeah. Really good. W-Where did you learn that?"

She smiled cheekily, "looked it up online."

Izuku grinned at her, leaned down, and spun them around so that their positions were reversed. "Well, it's my turn to show you what else I looked up."

His eyes roamed down from her pretty red face down to her heaving chest, the smooth, toned flesh of her stomach, and finally, the spot between her thighs, barely hidden behind a pair of thin, black laced panties.

He slid his hands between her thighs and the thin lace of her underwear. The fabric whispered down her thighs and off of her ankles. Izuku's gaze landed on her smooth-shaven lower lips.

"Beautiful." He whispered as he licked his lips and lowered himself so that his face was just inches away. His fingers came up so that he could grip the sides of her thighs.

His breath tickled her most private exposed area, and he could feel her shudder under his touch. He extended his tongue experimentally and let it drag slowly along her flower.

She tasted sweet and inviting, and he dove deeper in, letting his tongue explore every inch of her delicate folds.

She shuddered again; this time, it was her turn to grip the couch cushions with white-knuckled fists.

Izuku pulled away slightly and looked for the spot he knew that would help her feel even better. After a few seconds of searching, he found her clit and swirled his tongue around the hard little nub. He sucked and licked at the sensitive flesh noting each way he moved that made her squirm, gasp, or moan.

Slowly, he was memorizing the best way to drive her crazy. So far, she seemed to like it when he swirled his tongue around her clit, and then lightly pressed his tongue into her inner walls repeating the process over and over until he built up a steady rhythm.

Her little gasps and moans eventually elicited a reaction from his body, and he could feel himself growing ready for what they would inevitably do next.

Her thighs squeezed around his head, and her hands tangled in his hair, pushing him further down.

"I-Ishu~!" She slurred his name the way she did before she usually came. Her fingers pulled urgently at his hair, and her gasping moans filled the room, urging him on.

He was suffocating both literally and figuratively both in the press of her privates against his mouth and the overwhelming feeling of pleasure bubbling up and out of her. Izuku idly wondered if this was how Himiko had felt as she was pleasuring him.

The thought made his tongue work faster and faster until the girl's body seemed to curl around him in ecstasy, "A-Ah! Ishu, I'm coming~!"

She clenched so hard he was sure she had him in a chokehold. His vision started to blur, and he could barely make out the contours of her toned stomach through the haze. Slowly, painfully, she uncoiled from around him, and her legs went limp on his shoulders.

Izuku took greedy gulps of air, pulling himself up straight and looking into her eyes. They both sat there, panting and gazing at one another through half-lidded eyes. Izuku felt a slight wetness on his chin, and when he lightly brushed his thumb over the liquid, he gave it an experimental lick.

Himiko's face flushed bright red before she pounced forward, driving Izuku to his back on the floor. Her tongue jammed into his mouth, roughly exploring as the taste of each other mingled, making him groan. Her exposed lips brushed the length of his member, and they both jerked at the sensation. Clearly, they were still sensitive.

"We… need… condoms." Izuku breathed out through her frenzied kisses.

Himiko groaned, pressing her soft chest into his stomach and dragging it sensually up along a trail that left fire in its wake. She suddenly pulled away, sauntering over to the table next to the couch, her butt swaying all the while

Izuku's eyes trailed up her legs and over her round, toned ass.

She turned around, showing him a condom, beckoning him to come over while giving him a good view of her bare chest.

Izuku smiled and stood up to join her. He touched her hip and brought her close, "you really are beautiful, you know that?"

She smiled cheekily at him and took him by the hand as she led him into the bedroom. "I know! Now lay down."

He let out a huff of a laugh and did as she said, watching her as she climbed onto the bed and sat on his thighs. She fumbled with the condom, tearing the package and pulling it out. Her fingers traced along his twitching cock, and she slowly rolled the condom down his length.

She grinned down at him while positioning Izuku's member at her entrance, "Say ah~!"

Himiko sat all at once, and Izuku could feel his dick being squeezed by her inner walls, "fuck! H-Himiko, don't say stuff like that. It's embarrassing."

Her index finger traced small circles into his chest, and he could see her stomach flex as she squeezed harder around him. While her muscles were clenched, Izuku gripped the bedsheets and groaned in pleasure.

Himiko rose along his length, her inner walls clinging to him as she did. It felt like she was holding onto him and didn't want him to exit her. She slowly lowered herself back down, keeping eye contact the entire time as she did.

"Himikoooo," Izuku whined, gripping her hips and thrusting up slightly, but she had fully sat down on his length already, and the pleasure from the movement was minimal. "P-Please, move faster."

"Mmm, beg some more, and maybe I will."

She leaned down, her teeth grazing his neck again, and static started to buzz in his ears. "P-please, Himi-chan! Faster."

Himiko's hips stalled altogether, and she hummed into Izuku's neck, making him shudder as her breath tickled his skin, "Oh, alright."

She rose back up, planting her hands on his chest as she rocked back and forth, making her inner walls scrape agonizingly against his shaft. Her thighs squeezed around his waist, and the feeling of her soft flesh rubbing against his made him grind his teeth.

Izuku's hands shot out, grabbing her around the hips. He knew she wanted to control their pace, but it was extremely difficult not to just lift her up and start thrusting. Himiko had been fairly receptive to him taking charge back during their internship, but he had a feeling she wouldn't appreciate it here.

She leered down at him, her smile going lopsided and dreamy at his restraint. Using his chest for leverage, Himiko slightly rose along his shaft, hovering lightly to enjoy his agonized expression for a moment, and then she slammed back down.

"Ah~!" Izuku groaned and hissed through his teeth as she repeated the process with slow, steady motions, his fingers digging into her hips.

Slowly, she started picking up the pace, the sound of their flesh meeting, filling his ears in a blissful rhythm. It felt like she was squeezing him with all her might, and each time she drew away, her inner walls clung to him as if trying to beckon him back in.

The feeling was blissful and all-consuming, but he was missing something. He could feel that he was on the edge, but no matter how many times, he always fell just short.

"I-Ishu~! I'm g-gonna—"

His mind worked quickly to find what could possibly drive him over the edge, and suddenly, he knew what was missing, "H-Himi-chan. Bite me."

Her eyes sharped to thin slits, and her head shot down to his shoulder; her fangs sinking in with no resistance. Her hips rose and fell even from her position, pressed flesh against him, and the angle made it feel like she was completely wringing him out.

"I'm cumming!"

"Mmph," Himiko groaned into his neck as she gulped mouthfuls of blood down.

Izuku's mind went completely white, and for the first time in days, he was able to completely forget everything. His mind was filled with nothing but her: the way her body twitched above his, her hands tangling in his hair and tugging lightly, the way her soft lips moved around his neck, and most of all, the way her teeth dug deeper into his shoulder.

Izuku let the wave of sweet, unthinking bliss wash over him, just losing himself in the embrace of his girlfriend and the noises she made as she drank his blood. His hands idly brushed through her hair, and he stared up at the ceiling.

His breaths came out in heavy, uneven puffs. He chuckled breathlessly, "That was fun."

Himiko slowly pulled her fangs out of his flesh, the feeling leaving two tiny points of icy cold in their absence. Her cheek nuzzled into his chest, and the top of her head rubbed the underside of his chin, "mmm, I'm glad. I had a lot of fun."

Izuku pulled out his phone and looked at the time. "We were going for an hour. It looks like we've got four before we have to get back to Mom and Eri."

Himiko shifted and let her chin rest against his chest cocking her head to the side, "so, you're saying we have at least three more hours of fun time?"

The laugh that came out of him was more of a huff, "I guess, but I'm gonna have to catch my breath first."

Himiko slowly moved her hips up and down, her blush spreading over her face. "It feels like you're ready to me."

Izuku blushed back at her and groaned, "At least get another condom. This one is probably on its last legs."

Himiko whined and pulled herself up and away from him. She sauntered out of the room and called back, "Spoilsport!"

Izuku laughed again and let his head fall back onto the pillow. He would need to get ready for a long three hours.

After about two hours, the pair decided they would spend the last hour in her apartment resting and catching their breath, but after a while, they fell asleep.

Izuku tossed and turned in the bed; the sheets around him were stained crimson, and Himiko clung to his waist possessively; her lips parted to expose red teeth stained with his blood. Sweat clung to his forehead, and his face scrunched in pain. Flashes in his dream assaulting him more like nightmares.

A girl trembled in fear, blood sprayed, a man screamed in agony as something was ripped from him, and Izuku stared in horror.

He looked down at his blood-stained hands. They were smaller than usual, but what really stuck out to him were the yen-sized holes in the palms of each of his hands. Blood dripped from the openings, and he could see the screaming face of a man inside, begging to be set free.

"Izu?" He looked up and caught sight of a girl. She wore a tattered and plain white dress stained with blood, her arms were covered in bandages, and bruises were peaking out from behind the dress as it billowed in the night air. Her blonde hair was down in messy curtains that lightly obscured her bloodstained mouth, her wide catlike eyes shined in the night, and a grin spread across her face. Tears streamed down as she looked at him, horror shining even through her feral grin, "What is this pretty color? Why does it taste so… good?"

He screamed, shooting awake in the bed. His breaths came out in rapid gasps, and his heart threatened to rip its way from behind his ribcage.

Izuku ran a hand over his face, his lips trembling and his curly green hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, "W-What was that?"

A/N: This chapter ended up becoming almost entirely smut lol, but idk what I expected.

But there was also a villain lineup section and some hard ass foreshadowing in Izuku's dream lol but it'll be a little before we get concrete answers.

I hope you enjoyed!!!