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The Woman was always a hungry thing. She scratched and tore at herself.
Everyday perfecting every aspect of her perfect like.
She needed perfection
The Perfect Husband
The Perfect Home
The perfect social circle
She hungers for perfection and it roils and boils every time the Wife looks in the mirror and subtly shapes her face.
A wrinkle here to pull out.
Plump her lips and cheeks.
Flutter her eyes and fix her nose.
The clay skin Quirk provided its own shapeshifting qualities.
The husband was subtly cruel. His face and body always kept to utter balance as he sips his iron supplemented drinks. He may be Quirkless but has made a small name by not making that known at all.
His eyes are narrowed unless he Acts Kind or Sad.
The Husband is a Actor.
His way through life is putting on masks and speaking with eloquence.
His voice is soft or booming. But heard nothing less.
Their daughter was born hungry. Her wails and human acts being slowly stifled by her parents.
She is hungry. Her slitted eyes guided her to grasp something to sate her hunger.
The little girl hums happily at the red juice spilling into her lips.
The Hungry Wife and The Cruel Father scream and berate every single time. Each time each little robin is tossed into the trash without the proper burial the Bloody girl wanted. to return them home.
Slowly Toga suppressed herself. Her eyes are dull as she puts on the Mask of perfection forced into her hands.
It fit oh so loose but so tight. And it keeps cracking onto her waiting hands.
A cool voice whispers for her to let go. Let the blood sing in her mouth that waters with every papercut and nosebleed. To let them see her love. Let go of those pesky niceties.
Then one day she blinks. She sobs as she sates her hungry hungry stomach. Her hands bloody from the throat she pried apart like a Pomegranate. The Violence Sang so happy. The sense of pride flooding her stomach with guilt.
She ran. At times followed by Giggling Fog or a Humming Man drinking oh so red tea. They never came near. That was Bloods thing only. That thing that drove her mad but satisfied with any fight near her.
Blood liked her. She learned from the age of 4 that it came at a price like all love does. She learned at age 15 that Running makes you hungrier but has rewards if you run into the right people. Blood always bristled around Giran.
Blood also laughed around Mr Compress or Dabi. Mr Compress sang of Tainted blood long before it came out onto a handkerchief. He almost ran into the Fog after that. Dabi only burned. His rage a ugly twisted thing. But he also had a deep kindness that left her crying after seeing a good man like him so angry. It left her sad.
They all hurt after Magne was taken. Her own face splattered with blood. It was a miracle that Toga didn't go feral. That she didn't meet the same fate.
Then the Cold and Hot one broke in with the Boy who felt like Lightning. They shook and she understood why they had to make their own food. Her stomach rolling thinking about those she had to bite without smelling the sickly blood.
Things got so much worse. The League groaning in pain from Dekai city and Machia
The Humming Man with tea visits a bit after. The pure Anger and Iron that came off Mr Compress made her feel impossibly full
She Didn't want Blood. She wanted Love without a Cost.
Yet Giran was the second one to cough sickly blood. Love always costs something. This time it was possibly a Life. Blood kept laughing cruelly in her ears.