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Toga wanted nothing more than to have Izuku's heart.
She wished to sink her hands into his skin and press through the thin layer of tissue as if it were liquid. She wanted the tension to give way to the pool of warm crimson surrounding his heart. She wanted to web her fingers through the veins and pull his burning core to the surface. It would bring her no greater joy than to see it pulsate in her hands singing a desperate lullaby. Alas, his heart was out of reach. It was hidden behind a wall of membrane and locked within his ribcage. She wanted to pry past everything in her way and somehow not kill him in the process. As much as the sight of Izuku painted red excited her, it wasn’t exactly what made her tick. She wanted his beating heart, not a fading one. She wanted to be close to him, as vulnerable as possible. She wanted to peel away his muscles and crawl under his skin, binding his flesh into hers and merging into him. No amount of hugs, kisses, clawing, biting, or bloodshed would be enough to satisfy the level of nakedness she wanted. Being in his mind wasn’t enough, taking off clothes wasn't enough, being inside each other wasn’t enough.
She wanted to be him.
Toga pressed her hand to his chest, and took a deep breath. Feeling his heart slow inside of her as she inhaled made his skin prickle in bubbly relief. She hugged his heart tightly from the inside with his ribs and savored every heavy throb it gave off. Her breath was quickly becoming dry from the thrill of being inside him. She licked his lips and thoroughly tasted the inside of his mouth with his tongue to chase away the stale taste. She traced the unforgiving white outline of his teeth with his thumb in an attempt to memorize the structure. She pushed her quivering fingers along his arms with painstaking concentration to feel every goosebump and barb of hair brush against his calloused digits. She stretched to watch every one of his muscles tug and twist inside of her, to feel every one of his fibers wince at her insistence of movement. She looked into his passionate emerald eyes and touched the glass of the mirror. He was just as overjoyed as she was with being within him.
She was him.