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Her mind had been muddled the past few days as she sat in her cell. The only thing that had kept her going was the thought that Izu could be in danger, but she had felt it creeping in like it always did when she had nothing to distract herself. The slinking and stalking predatory thirst that always settled around her and invaded her mind when she was forced to go a long time without blood.

But then Izu had been brought to her, and she could distract herself from that cloying hunger for blood with his presence. Just being around Izu again felt heady and intoxicating, like she was as addicted to his very presence just as much as his blood.

Then, the dummy had to go and offer his blood to her. And oh, how her heart had raced as he inclined his neck and pulled his shirt down to give her a clear view. It was single-handedly the most erotic and yet thoughtful gesture she had ever seen.

And, oh god, had his blood tasted so amazing in that moment. His little jolt at her teeth piercing his skin had made her even hungrier, and the way he just let her do as she pleased made her grip him even tighter.

And then he had ruined the moment.

'Shigaraki.'

Himiko glowered at the bastard. Not only had he sent a gang of psychopaths to kidnap Izu and her, but he even had the nerve to keep saying that tired old line of wanting them to join him. Then he had the nerve to look into Izu's old school records and even his records with the quirk registry.

She had known all along that Izu was being bullied while in school, but the fact that teachers had openly ignored him and even hidden the fact he was being hurt was disgusting. How bad had it actually been? She knew he had scars, just like she did, but she had never dared to ask him about them. Despite that, she knew where they had most likely come from.

'Katsuki Bakugo.' Himiko hated that guy with a passion, and she was sure Izu was most likely feeling the same way. At first, it was because of how he treated Izu, but now she had a much more personal reason.

"And then there's you." Shigaraki turned to Himiko and leaned back in the chair, his arm was draped over the backrest hanging lazily, "I already mentioned during U.S.J. about all that stuff with the kid you put in the hospital, but… does Izuku here know about the whole picture with your family?"

Himiko's heart dropped into her feet.

"I have some idea." Izu looked down at their joined hands; something seemed to flash behind his eyes, and he grimaced, "But nothing you say could make me think any differently of her."

"Izu…" Himiko looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

Shigaraki cringed, "Ugh, don't say crap like that in front of me. But either way, since I already showed just how much info I have on Izuku here, I think it's only fair that I do the same with Himiko." He shuffled through the envelope he had brought in and slapped down a few documents, "Your school records were surprisingly squeaky clean, up until that business with the boy that pissed you off, of course. No complaints against you or any reports of bad behavior prior to what happened. It looks like you just snapped one day, but then again, both of you already know that because of my rather blunt display back at the U.S.J."

Himiko just stared at him unimpressed, "If that's all you—"

"But there's also this." He pushed forward another few files, and this time Himiko paled when she saw them, "over half a dozen cases where you were brought to the hospital: broken bones, severe lacerations, blunt force trauma, and that's just the stuff that you were taken to a hospital for. I can't even imagine how much there was that wasn't even reported. Though there are a lot of reports of police showing up to your residence for noise complaints, and some of the reports even mentioned they thought they heard a girl sobbing in a shed most nights."

Himiko's hand curled tighter around Izu's, and for a second, she thought she was the one trembling, but she suddenly realized it was him she was feeling. His entire body was shaking, his forehead was soaked with sweat, and he was hyperventilating.

"Nothing ever really came of all the calls… until you went missing, that is." Shigaraki grinned up at her, his smile wide and unnatural as his eyes shined with malicious glee, "and then the police had to search your property for clues of where you'd gone. Eventually, they ended up in the shed. You know what they found?"

Himiko just stared at him. She had heard some of this in the newspapers, but it had only been bits and pieces since she was trying to stay out of the public eye while on the run.

"They found blood soaked into the ground, fingernails dug into furrows in the walls, and this," Shigaraki turned a picture to them, and her breath caught in her throat. Izu stared down, horrified, his eyes filled with pain and regret.

It was a photograph of a shed wall. The surface was bare and unpainted, but dozens upon dozens of words and phrases were scratched into the wood.

"Izu"

"Izu"

"Izu"

"Save me"

"Save me"

"It hurts"

"I'm so thirsty"

"Blood"

"Blood"

"Blood"

"Please give me blood Izu"

"Save me"

"I'm sorry"

"I'm sorry"

"I'm sorry"

"I want to die"

Himiko lunged at the glass separating her from Shigaraki, her fists beat against the wall uselessly, "how dare you show him that! I'll kill you! I'll rip your intestines out, strangle you to death with them, and gouge your eyes out! I'll—"

"Himiko."

She froze.

Izu's voice was small but profoundly angry. She was scared to turn and look at him, but her body seemed to move on its own. As she turned, she caught sight of his clenched teeth, tense shoulders, and furiously glaring eyes. His fist came up, and it slammed into the glass wall. His eyes seemed to catch in the fluorescent lights above, and she couldn't be sure, but she thought she saw his pupil glow red.

"Your parents… drove you to this?" He stared down at the photo, his balled fist slamming against the glass again as his gaze turned up to stare into Shigaraki.

"Where. Are. They?"

Shigaraki shuddered as some kind of thrill ran up his spine at Izu's murderously calm tone. All mirth was gone from the villain, and he scratched his neck nervously under Izu's intense glare, "They're in jail. Of course, that doesn't have to be the case if you both join us." He turned and smiled at Himiko, "Wouldn't you like that? Making those bastards pay for what they did? Nothing is too far out of reach for us."

Himiko thought about it. She really thought about it. There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't hate her parents and their cruel treatment, and there was almost no price she wouldn't pay to cut out her own pound of flesh from them.

But Izu was one of the things she wasn't willing to sacrifice for that revenge. No amount of fleeting satisfaction was worth selling his soul.

"I don't need it. I hate my parents more than anything in this world, but I don't hate them more than I love Izu. No amount of revenge is worth damning him to a life he would never be happy with."

Shigaraki seemed irritated and confused; clearly, he didn't understand Himiko's reasoning. He turned to look at Izu and slammed a hand down on the picture on the table, "what about you? Are you fine with that? Look what they put your girlfriend through. Doesn't it piss you off?!"

Izu looked more pissed than he ever had. Veins throbbed along his forehead, his entire body was tense, and he looked like he wanted to beat Shigaraki to death. But when Himiko's hand slid into his, she felt the tension leave him. He looked down at her; his eyes were pained, and his mouth pulled down into a frown.

Himiko shook her head.

Izu sighed, glaring down at the ground. "No. We won't help you."

Shigaraki glared at them. His eyes simmered with annoyance, and his hands scratched more at his already raw neck, "I don't get it. You've both been kicked, beaten, abused, and used by this society. Why bother even holding yourselves to some useless god damn moral code when you weren't extended the same courtesy? Don't you want to get revenge against that guy Bakugo for everything he put you through? Hell, he even turned his back on you when he could've saved you both! Doesn't that piss you the fuck off?!"

Izu's glare returned, and he nodded, "Yeah, I'm pissed off, I want to break that asshole's nose and stomp his nuts into jelly, but I won't join you to do it. You want me to kill All Might, a man who believed in me when only one other person did, and even if you didn't want me to, you still want to kill hundreds, maybe even thousands of innocents. My past might be filled with nothing but suffering, but so long as I have Himiko, I can look forward to a brighter future. I won't be your pawn."

Shigaraki turned his glare on her, "And you? You don't want to see this shitty society driven to its knees for what it's done to you? Your own parents locked you in a cage like an animal! You were called a freak by the people you thought were your friends before you ran away!"

Himiko nodded just like Izu had, "My past is just as painful as Izu's, maybe even more so, but I don't have to let it define who I am. Izu taught me that, and so long as he's by my side, I'll have the strength to face anything. I have friends and family now, my life is better than it has been, and I'm not throwing that all away for some crazy asshole throwing a tantrum like a toddler because he doesn't like something."

Shigaraki sat back heavily in his chair, "that's that then?"

They both gave him a hard stare and nodded.

"Fine. Get out of there then," he gestured at Izu to come over to the door.

"What?" Izu's hand clutched hers tightly, and he suddenly seemed frantic.

"I'm not letting you stay together if it's just going to make everything more difficult. So if it takes splitting you up to make you both see reason, then so be it, but don't expect my methods to be as passive as this has been." He opened the cell door and stared hard at Izu, "now get out, and follow me."

Izu looked down at her worriedly, his eyes filled with a need to tell her something, "I—"

Shigaraki yanked him out of the cell, slammed the door shut, and pushed him down the hall, away from where Izu's cell was.

"Where are you taking him? Shigaraki! What are you doing?!"

The villain didn't even look back at her as they disappeared from sight, but his voice chilled her to the bone, "What I have to."

Izuku limped along behind Shigaraki. He had felt much more resolved next to Himiko, but now that he was alone with the man, he could only muster up fear and nervousness. They stepped up a flight of stairs. Izuku half expected to be ushered into some kind of torture room, but instead, he was startled to find a bar.

It was dimly lit, with soft yellow bulbs buzzing quietly behind shades. The counter behind the bar was lined with dozens of liquors, bourbons, rums, and vodkas. Behind the counter was the mist villain Kurogiri. He was cleaning a whiskey glass with a pristine white rage. His smoky, glowing yellow eyes observed Izuku and Shigaraki as they walked up from the lower floor.

"Are they cooperating, Tomura Shigaraki?" Kurogiri's voice was just as ethereal as his body. It sounded far off and echoey like he was talking from a tunnel.

"No, so open up a warp to the training area."

Kurogiri's hand stalled mid-wipe, and his head turned to observe the other villain. "Is that… the best idea?"

Shigaraki glared at him and grabbed a severed hand Izuku hadn't noticed was on the bar counter. He placed it over his face and sighed happily, "Just open the warp."

Kurogiri made a sort of whooshing air noise that Izuku figured must have been a sigh. He held his arm out over the edge of the bar, and a swirling purple portal opened in front of them.

Izuku hesitated. He remembered the last time he had gone through one of these back at the training camp. His mind turned to that moment and the way Katsuki had turned away from him.

Izuku had never known how he truly felt about Katsuki. Even through everything that had happened before now, he had cared a small bit about the boy, at least enough not to turn his back on him fully. Now, he just didn't know. He thought he had hated Katsuki before, but the feelings he'd had before were nothing compared to the seething mass of rage that bubbled up inside of him when he thought of Katsuki.

'Kacchan is dead to me. That part of my past is over at the very least, and the next time I see Katsuki, I'm gonna fucking slug him!'

Shigaraki pushed him through the portal, and what he found on the other end wasn't something he was excited to see. The room was smooth gray concrete, just like the cells he and Himiko had been held in, but instead of a glass wall with a metal door set in a frame, there was a dark tunnel that sloped down into a pitch-black room he couldn't see into.

"Now, I'm going to have you here for the rest of the day. That should be about long enough for the quirk suppressants to wear off. Once they do, that means it's time to stop; we'll give you some more suppressants, let you sleep, and then start all over again tomorrow." Shigaraki walked over to the edge of the room and sat down in the corner. He pulled a handheld game system out of his jeans pocket and started playing, "Nomu number twenty-four… attack."

"What are you talking abou—"

Something slammed into him. A pair of sharp claws raked against his chest and splattered his blood around the concrete as it continued to rake his body. Instinctively, Izuku kicked the thing in the chest, sending it skidding away.

When he sat up and looked, he found a rail-thin Nomu with an exposed brain, bulging, solid black eyes, and gangly, thin arms tipped with bone-white claws on the ends of its fingers. Its teeth were just as sharp as it growled at him and circled to the left.

Izuku clutched his chest in pain and screamed at Shigaraki, "What the fuck are you doing?!"

The villain didn't look up from his game, "hm, I thought that was obvious. You won't cooperate, so I'm showing you what that'll get you. We've got a few low-end Nomu that even a quirkless person could kill, and you'll be fighting all of them nonstop until you either see reason or until one of them kills you." He shrugged, "doesn't matter to me, but I imagine you probably don't wanna die, so you'd better kill that Nomu."

The Nomu lunged at Izuku. He narrowly managed to sidestep the slash and kicked the creature in its skeletal flank. The Nomu rolled away and then screeched at him. Izuku shouted at Shigaraki, "I'm not falling for this! You went through all this trouble to take us, so you aren't gonna just kill me like that!"

The Nomu clawed at Izuku's legs, opening a gash on his shin; the skin split and blood wept from the open wound as Izuku punched the thing in its exposed brain. The Nomu tumbled away, writhing in agony.

"You think? Well, if I thought there was a chance you would join, I wouldn't have resorted to this, but since you've both adamantly refused to cooperate, I'll just have to cut my losses. We don't have a way to control you, other than the girl, so I'm gonna have you do this until you either kill all the low ends or until one of them kills you." He clicked away on the handheld game he was playing. Izuku could hear his grin from behind the severed hand, "and that entire time we're gonna deprive your girlfriend of blood. I wonder how that'll go? Maybe if you're still alive by the end of this, we'll toss you in a cell with her covered in blood and see who comes out alive. I doubt you would hurt your girlfriend, so when she comes out, half-deranged and howling mad, we'll pick up the pieces and make her a useful member of the League. Of course, none of that has to happen so long as you see reason before you or all the low ends are dead."

"You son of a bit—"

The Nomu slammed into Izuku again. It screeched in his face, and the tip of one of its razor-sharp claws was poised to puncture his left eye. Izuku grit his teeth as he gripped the skeletal Nomu's wrist, but it was stronger than it looked, and the claw was getting closer and closer. The other hand scrabbled at his side, opening long bloody gashes along his torso.

"Agh!" Izuku jerked his head to the side and buried the Nomu's claws into the ground up to the flesh of its fingers, grabbed its other hand, slid out from under it, and then planted a foot into its shoulder.

The Nomu struggled under him; its trapped claws in the ground started to wiggle free, but before it could, he tensed his muscles and ripped its arm free of its body. He screamed in rage and jammed the claws of the severed arm down into its exposed brain and pinned it to the ground, twitching.

He fell back onto his butt, panting. His entire body was covered in cuts, and he couldn't tell if his hands were slick with his own blood or the Nomu's.

Shigaraki clapped patronizingly, "Good job… number thirty-two, attack."

"Mother fu—"

Another Nomu barreled into the room.

Izuku panted. His entire body hurt even more than it had. His wounds had been treated by the doctor after he had dispatched the last Nomu of the day. He could feel his hands shaking as he tried in vain to go to sleep.

'Eight. I killed eight.' He panted, his eyes heavy and his body screaming in agony, 'Nine if I count the muscle quirk villain.'

He had long since gone numb to the feeling of blood seeping between his fingers, the sensation of feeling a living body going slack, and the last rattling sighs that escaped their bodies as they twitched. He could still feel the reverberations of the claws he had stabbed into the first Nomu's brain, the way the third Nomu's neck had snapped as he twisted its head with all his might and the way he had caved in the skull of the eighth with his feet.

Of course, he had long since vomited all of the contents in his stomach up and was completely out of anything to throw up. His chest had long since stopped hurting, and he had stopped hesitating to kill the monsters after the fourth. He had tried pleading with them, screaming at them, or even trying to negotiate, but no matter what he did, they always attacked to kill.

So he'd had to show no mercy in the end every time.

His eyes drooped as exhaustion began to take hold of him. His body ached all over as he tried to get more comfortable, and finally, he found a position that didn't make his body protest as much as he settled into the lumpy mattress.

He held the girl's hand. It was small and cold in his, but it was slowly warming, and so was she, it seemed. Her skittish behavior had significantly subsided as she realized Izuku wasn't going to tell his mother about how and where he had found her. But he had still led her into his house and was currently showing her his room.

He pointed at an action figure proudly displayed still in its box, "This is a limited edition All Might figure! There were only a thousand made."

Himiko held up the toy in its packaging and tilted her head confusedly, "Why's it still in the plastic? Aren't you supposed to play with it?"

Izuku shook his head and tisked, "This is a super rare figure. You can't just play with it all willy-nilly. At least, that's what mommy says."

Himiko looked at the action figure for a second before putting it down and looking around Izuku's room. Her eyes trailed over All Might posters, rugs, and toys. "You really like this old guy, huh?"

Izuku blanched at the girl and bounced in place as he looked at her indignantly, "Old guy?! All Might is the coolest hero ever! He saves people with a smile on his face and tells them everything will be alright!"

The girl stared at him, her cheeks flushed and her mouth pulled into a wide-fanged grin as she thought about something, "I think… you're the coolest hero. You did all of that for me just a little while ago."

Izuku's cheeks flared red as he looked at her wide smile. He'd never been called a hero by anyone before, at least not anyone who wasn't his mommy playing with him.

He looked at the girl bashfully. Her smile was a little wider than normal, but he found the expression cute in a strange way, and he really liked the pretty blush that spread over her cheeks.

Himiko seemed to realize the expression that had spread over her face because all of a sudden, she hid it behind trembling fingers as tears rose to her eyes, and she retreated to the corner of the room, curling in on herself, "I-I'm sorry. My smile is disgusting, isn't it?"

He frowned and padded lightly over to her. She jerked as his hand lightly brushed her shoulder and looked at him through her trembling fingers. He pushed her hands down and looked at her.

She was still grinning, even though her eyes looked so sad. "You smile even when you're sad? I think that's super cool! A-And I like your smile. It's cute!"

She stared at him as if he were an idiot, but instead of insulting him, she shot forward and wrapped him in a tight hug. His cheeks flared red, and he floundered for a second, not knowing what to do. Eventually, he wrapped his own arms around her and patted her head.

The girl shook and cried into his hm best, her tears staining his shirt as he awkwardly held her.

Izuku had only ever been the one on the receiving end of being reassured, so he only knew how to do three things. Rub the girl's head, shush her, and repeat what her mom often said as he did, "I-it's not your fault. J-Just get it all out."

She sobbed quietly into him, the scratchy material of her bandages and the dirty grayish-white dress making his skin feel itchy. He absently thought that the material couldn't possibly feel good for her, and while his mother had always told him to be polite, he couldn't ignore the smell that was coming from the dirty bandages and dress.

"D-Do you want to take a bath? I can give you some of my clothes to wear, too, if those feel itchy."

The girl froze and pulled back from him, looking down at her filthy appearance and then the dirt she had gotten all over his clothes, "I-I'm sorry! I got you all dirty."

He smiled at her and took her hand. "It's fine! I get dirty all the time when I play with Kacchan anyway."

'Dirty' was an understatement. More often than not, Kacchan would push him down and yell at Izuku for following him around, and the boy had only gotten worse as time had gone on. But Izuku wasn't worried. When he developed his quirk, Kacchan would go back to the way he was, and they would be friends again!

Himiko nodded shyly at him and held his hand, "w-will you go with me?"

Izuku flared completely red and looked at her, "W-what?!"

The girl cringed at his volume and slunk back to the corner, looking very much like a frightened kitten, as her pupils turned to even thinner slits, "I-I'm sorry! Don't hurt me."

He cringed at her reaction and slowly approached her on his hands and knees. "I-I'm not mad. I'm just really embarrassed. H-How about this? I'll give you a tank top and some of my swim trunks, and I'll wear some too, and we can take a bath together that way."

She looked up at him with wide, watery eyes, "R-really? You aren't mad?"

"Yeah! I'm not!"

Himiko nodded mutely and stood up. She stepped lightly over to him and took his hand, helping him to his feet. Izuku smiled at her and brought her over to his dresser so that he could pull out two pairs of swim trunks and tank tops.

"I'll go out into the hall so you can change." Izuku stepped slightly away from her but frowned when she didn't let go of her hand. "I'll be right outside. I promise."

She stared up at him with wide, frightened eyes, but she nodded reluctantly and watched him close the door behind himself. The clothes he had given her held loosely in her little arms.

Izuku shivered as he pulled his All Might shirt over his head, slipped his pajama bottoms off, and then pulled the tank top and swim trunks on. He waited patiently for the girl as he leaned against the wall.

After a few minutes, she came out. Her arms and legs were bare now, without the bandages to hide the cuts and bruises lining the flesh. Angry red cuts and scrapes, both old and new, made Izuku wince, and the purple and yellow splotchy bruises peeking out from behind the loose tank top only added to his growing dislike for the girl's parents.

She fidgeted nervously under his stare, clearly self-conscious about the wounds. He took her by the hand and gave her the best reassuring smile that he could.

They made their way into the bathroom, and Izuku grabbed his favorite All Might bubble bath. "This smells really good! You'll get super clean in no time."

He turned the water on and winced at the volume. He hoped that his mommy wouldn't wake up, but knowing her, she would stay dead asleep after the long shift she'd had to pull at the hospital before coming home. He tested the water and nodded, feeling like the temperature was just right. Izuku opened the bubble bath and sprayed what his mommy wouldn't have said was too much, but he thought would make the bath even more fun for the girl.

She stuck her head next to his, watching the yellow liquid swirl in the water into pretty currents that slowly started to foam up. She marveled as the bubbles grew higher and higher as the water level rose. Her hands reached out and touched the fluffy buildup of suds.

He watched happily as her smile returned, her fanged grin looking funnily maniacal as she played with the bubbles.

"Ready to get in?"

"Yeah!" The girl bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, making Izuku just as excited about something he'd done a million times.

He climbed in first, carefully helping her in once he was sure of his footing. She dipped a tentative toe into the water like a skittish cat, but before long, she put both feet into the water and sank down. Her head of blonde hair peeked out from the mountains of bubbles, and she made a cute sighing noise that made his heart flutter strangely.

Izuku smiled and cleared some of the bubbles away so that he could see her happily playing with them. She looked much nicer when she was smiling. He laughed as she picked up a handful of the bubbles and pressed her face into them. When she pulled back, she had a full bubble beard.

He reached over to her and wiped them from her face. "I'll wash your hair for you!"

Himiko slid lightly in the water until she was an arm's length away, and she stared into his eyes unblinkingly. Izuku smiled and grabbed the big cup his mommy used to wash his own hair. He scooped up some of the water in the cup and looked at her. "Alright, close your eyes tight, and don't open them."

She hesitated for a second, but eventually, her eyes shut tight, and he put a hand over them just in case. He poured the water out on top of her head and watched as she jumped at the sudden rush of warm water running down her head and back.

He brushed her bangs back and pulled any stray hairs from her face. "You can open your eyes."

Without looking to see if she had listened, he put a lot of shampoo on his hand, not knowing just how much the girl would need since she had more hair than him. He moved behind her and rubbed the liquid into her hair. As he worked, all of the dirt buildup slowly fell away, and her previously dusty gray-blonde hair now shined a pretty gold color.

He smiled happily and filled the cup with more water, "Alright, I'm gonna wash out the shampoo now."

She shut her eyes without needing to be prompted, and Izuku began washing her hair. It took two or three full cups of water, but finally, the shampoo had thoroughly been washed out.

He went through the same process with the conditioner, but instead of washing it out immediately, he let it sit for a minute while rubbing gently at the dirt and blood, caking her arms. She winced, her eyes watering as he worked, but before long, she was completely clean, and her hair was pretty and shiny.

"There! Now we can get out." Izuku stood from the water, shivering in the cool air of the house. Himiko followed as he stepped out of the tub.

The pair of them shivered as they toweled off. Izuku was relaxing just how hard it was for girls to dry their hair when he realized Himiko's was staying damp despite how much they tried drying it with a towel.

Eventually, they both gave up on drying her hair and watched as the water in the tub slowly filtered down into the drain. Izuku was startled to see just how much dirt the girl had been covered in. The water was a murky tan color with streaks of pink mixed in that he could only assume were dried blood that had been washed off.

Izuku grabbed his mommy's hair brush before walking back into his room with Himiko in tow. He rummaged through his closet and handed her an oversized plain white t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

They repeated the same process from earlier to get dressed, and after a few minutes, Izuku and Himiko sat on his bed. She sat on the edge of the bed while he kneeled behind her, running the brush through her hair.

He had only done this a few times for his mommy, and the brush caught a few times on a knot in her hair, but Himiko made no noise, even if it hurt.

"You have pretty hair." Izuku smiled and ran his fingers through the golden tresses, his little fingers trying to carefully undo any knots.

"I-I do?"

"Yeah! And it's really soft, too!"

He hummed lightly as he brushed her hair, and before long, he felt the girl relax more and more back into him. Her head was resting against his chest now, and he couldn't really get a good angle to brush her hair anymore. So he set the brush to the side, gently pulled her onto the bed, and laid her down, pulling the covers over them.

She shifted slightly, her hands grabbing fistfuls of his shirt as she whispered sleepily, "G'night, Izu."

He smiled and ran a hand through her silky blonde hair, "Good night, Himi-chan."

A/N: Well, Izuku's having a terrible time now. What does that red glow Himiko saw in his eyes mean? What happened in the past to make them forget that they met each other before they remember?

Maybe you'll find out in the next chapter, maybe not. Either way, it seems like the current Izuku and Himiko will be kept apart for a long time because Shigaraki thinks he can break them down separately.

I know it was super depressing, with a little fluff at the end, but I hope you enjoyed it!