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Izuku hissed as he poked the rough scar that hadn't been there ten minutes ago. It was fascinating watching his cut scab and then flake away. The only sign that he'd received such a harsh beating was the nearly months old looking scars decorating his skin.
Haki's quirk was so cool.
It patched Izuku up in minutes and other than feeling absolutely exhausted, there were no side effects. Well, they ached a bit and it didn't heal all of the cuts. Something about having a limited number of injuries he can heal a day.
It's actually why he was currently slumped against an alley wall right now.
Najima, who sat two seats down from Izuku, had a cousin that could heal injuries and wanted to train their quirk to become the next recovery girl. So Najima used his claws to cut up Izuku and Haki used his to heal up the wounds.
This had been going on for the past two weeks. Izuku at first cried everytime a new wound was opened but the relief of feeling them close up had been a soothing balm, even as temporary as it was.
Now though, the only reaction he gave was a wince when Najima's smooth claws glide across his skin.
Haki, having also improved the control of their quirk greatly, was able to heal more wounds and at a faster rate than before. Of course this ment Izuku got cut more but that honestly wasn't the worst part anymore.
It was the all encompassing exhaustion that permeated his being afterwards. So he got used to napping in that alley covered in his own blood. At least the school uniform was black, much easier to hide blood stains.
Though the white of the collar and cuffs were a light red now. Aldera also had a red and black uniform option alongside the white and black one, so it didn't look too out of place when he went to class.
Izuku sighed and pulled his phone out. No new hero debuts, no new interesting quirk studies, no nothing.
Today was a bland, uneventful day.
Crime seemed to be on the decline and hero fights were less likely to occur because of it. Not that Izuku wants crime to be rampant, he just wants a distraction.
"Hey there, aren't you a cutie!"
And the universe doth answer.
Standing above him was a girl his age with two messy buns of blond hair. She wore a comfy looking pale cardigan over her uniform and a big smile on her face.
However, his eyes were drawn to her glowing amber irises. Her pupils were slightly slit like a cat's and the corners of her eyes crinkled from her wide, genuine smile.
"You have beautiful eyes."
Before izuku could process what his addled brain had said on autopilot, the girl squealed. Usually Izuku is better at keeping his thoughts to himself but with how tired he was it seemed his brain to mouth filter has gone on holiday.
Now she's going to think he's a creep. Great.
"Aww, you're so sweet! Most think they're creepy."
Or not.
"Can I cut you up?" It took a moment for Izuku to really process what she said. Her smile wasn't malicious and her eyes were still staring at him in an almost endearing way.
"Why?" Izuku asked. His voice had a calm tone that can only be obtained from being bone deep tired.
The girl's smile faltered and became a sad small one. "Because you're cute."
Izuku tilted his head and shifted to sit more upright against the wall. "I don't see how they correlate."
Her smile fell. Her lips becoming a flat neutral line. "I like you and think you're cute. And I only cut people I love."
Izuku couldn't quite understand.
She only cuts people she loves? So is it how she showed affection? Come to think of it, Mitsuki is always kinda rough with the people she loves and Kachan is always using his quirk on me and we're friends.
Is this just how some people show they care?
"Alright."
The girl froze for a second and stared at him. Her eyes were welling up and her smile this time was shaky but hopeful.
"Really?" Her voice was disbelieving.
Izuku nodded. "Yeah, I'm kinda already pretty roughed up so can you be gentle, at least this time?"
Her mouth fell open and closed a couple times before steadying herself. This time her confusion was more hopeful. "This time?"
"Oh, I didn't mean to assume anything. I just thought we could meet again some time?"
"Yeah, I'd like that."
Izuku smiled as she pulled a knife from her pocket and flipped it open with a little flick. She sat down on his lap and leaned in close, resting her head in the crook of his neck.
If Izuku could think clearly he'd probably be an absolute mess of embarrassment. As he was now, tired and loopy from blood loss, he just placed his hands against her waist and took a deep breath.
She smelt of iron and apples. It was nice in a way.
"I'm Midoriya Izuku by the way."
"I'm Toga Himiko, Izu-kun."
Izuku huffed a little laugh. "Nice to meet you Himi-chan."
Himiko giggled at the nickname before nipping Izuku’s jaw with her fangs. She felt him give a full body shudder and relaxed sigh.
The subtle taste of his blood made her cheeks flush. She worked his school jacket and top off with slow movements, being careful of his already scabbed cuts. "Ok, Izu-kun, take a deep breath, this'll hurt a little."
Izuku smiled. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
Himiko took the consent with slow, smooth motions against the pale skin of Izuku's shoulder. The cut was shallow, just enough to get blood flowing but not deep enough to make him bleed out.
Himiko then gently placed her lips to the cut. Izuku’s grip on her waist tightened slightly and Himiko sighed around the wound. She shifted her gaze upto Izuku. He was pale but smiling and his green eyes made an alluring contrast to the red on his cheek.
Himiko parted from the cut and moved up. Their noses just barely touching sent shivers down their spines and the warm breath of their counterpart made hairs stand on end.
"I think I'm in love." Came from Izuku in a breathy whisper. The words sent a jolt of lightning through her and she closed the gap separating them.
Izuku could taste his own iron on her tongue, the subtle undertone of her lip gloss giving it a refreshing fruity taste.
Finally, when they could hold their breath no longer they separated. Heavy breathing filled the alley and the chill of the afternoon wind felt like ice compared to their body's pressed against one another.
Izuku, dazed and high on emotion, explored Himiko's body in small tentative movements. His hands eventually rested on her thighs and began to gently knead them.
One of Himiko's hands were threading through his hair and the other traced the scars littering his body.
Himiko suddenly applied pressure to one of his scars. He hissed as it flared and his grip tightened on her legs involuntarily, causing Himiko to huff.
"Sorry, I didn't know it still hurt. It looks old." She was genuine in her apology and Izuku felt touched by it. Almost no one apologised to him. It really showed she didn't want to hurt him for the sake of hurting him but because she cared.
Izuku leaned into her. "It's alright, I was just surprised. You can keep going."
It was the encouragement she needed to return to gently poking and prodding his scars. Her fingers ghosting over the raised skin and marvelling at how the discolouration contrasted his pale pallet.
Izuku himself found his own gazed fix on the discoloured skin under his hands, the red from how hard he'd been squeezing her legs was just slightly turning a bluish purple already. "A-are you okay?"
"What?" Himiko looked away from where she'd been running a finger along his side. "Oh, I just bruise really quickly. Something about how my blood is different from normal."
"It looks pretty." Izuku didn't know why but something about the way it stood out so brightly against her pale skin transfixed him.
Himiko leaned in close to his ear, her warm breath sending goosebumps down his body. Her voice was a whisper but it rang in his head over and over again. "You could make some more, so I'm even prettier."
Izuku found his hand trailing further down but his touch never tightened to bruise her. "I don't think that's possible, you're already the most beautiful person I've ever met."
She giggled and drew her nails down his back with a minute amount of pressure, the sensation a foreign but satisfying one. Again her voice came, breathy and quiet. "You're such a charmer, but do you really want me to be having fun all by myself?"
His heart skipped a beat and he gently applied pressure to her legs.
As Himiko opened small cuts along his shoulders and chest before licking them, he slowly tightened his grip on her legs and arms to create patterns of purple in the shape of his hands. Izuku began to feel woozy as he tunnel-visioned on the purple swirls contrasting pale skin.
Izuku suddenly awoke with Himiko pressed against him, he was wearing his uniform top and jacket again and the late afternoon light had been replaced with the glow of a dying street lamp that peaked into the alley.
He was feeling faint and slightly light headed. He shuffled slightly to wrap his arms around Himiko.
"Oh, you're awake now." She said into his neck.
"Yeah, what happened?"
"You passed out, you lost a lot of blood even before I showed up. That's why I was being slow." She said it with a little pout, no doubt upset that her fun had been cut short.
"Um, my phone is right there. Maybe we should… you know?" Izuku asked, slightly embarrassed and out of breath.
"You're too cute, I'll put my number in so we can meet up when you're better, kay?" She gave him a peck on the corner of his mouth but pulled away with a smirk before Izuku could turn it into a full kiss.
He handed her his phone and once done they simply rested against each other with content sighs.
Their cuddling only continued for another half hour, interrupted by Izuku’s phone ringing. "That's probably my mom." Izuku said as he answered it.
"Hey mom, sorry, I didn't mean to be out so late."
Inko sighed from the other end of the phone and the relief in her voice was almost a physical thing. "Oh sweetie, It's alright, I was just worried because you usually text when you're out late chasing hero fights."
"Oh, I wasn't chasing hero fights actually." He said with an embarrassed light blush creeping down his neck.
"Oh? What were you doing?" Inko curiously asked.
"Me."
A choking sound could be heard from both Midoriya's at what himiko said.
"Himiko! No! Mom, that's not what happened I swear! Himi-chan please don't say things like that." Izuku sputtered in a panic.
Himiko laughed, it was light and airy and left Izuku momentarily transfixed.
"I'm just teasing Izu-kun~" she said in a playful manner.
"Hi misses Midoriya, sorry for keeping him out late, our date went a bit longer than I thought it would." Izuku flushed again but felt a deep joy well inside of him at that. He was Himiko's boyfriend. He was Himiko's.
Inko let out a happy noise. "Oh, my baby boy is growing up so fast." A sniffle could be heard on the other end.
"That settles it. You should come over for dinner, what's your favourite?"
Himiko looked caught off guard. "O-oh there's no need to go out of your way for me like that. I'll have anything."
"Nonsense! I insist. I can't have my future daughter-in-law think I don't like her!"
"D-daughter-in-law?!" Himko, flustered and overwhelmed with Inko's immediate acceptance, babbled out. "I- uh, sticky pomegranate chicken. It's really good."
"Oh, I've never made it before but it sounds delicious! Izuku you'll have to bring her over tomorrow, okay?"
"Y-yeah." Izuku, just as dazed as Himiko, replied.
"Good, now don't stay out too late you two. Izuku, I expect you back by ten and don't do anything stupid, as much as I'd love to have grandbabies I don't know if you're ready for that."
Inko heartily laughed as Izuku and Himiko both sputtered in embarrassment. "Bye, have fun you two."
The pair sat there for a time trying to cool their faces from their respective burning blushes.
"Your mums nice."
"Yeah, she's the best." Izuku said with a small smile. He placed a chase kiss to her lips before saying. "So I'll see you tomorrow?"
Himiko smiled brightly. "Definitely."