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There was a fight. A really bad one. Himiko didnt know what was wrong with her... She just wanted to tell Ochako-chan how much she loved her. She just wanted some of the girls blood. She just wanted someone who accepted her! Himiko thought that Ochako would be that one for her.
But maybe it wasn't true. Or, could this fight have all been the brunette admitting to loving her? Himiko didn't truthfully know. She was running high on adrenaline, flying--floating?-- in the air, hundreds of thousands, if not millions of her fallen brothers', of Twice, of Jin, below her, rampaging.
Despite herself, she starts actually talking with Ochako-chan. She says some things she's never really told anyone, no one outside the league at least.
And then, the question slipped past all of her walls, all her defenses. She promised herself she'd never love someone again, well. She promised she wouldn't let someone crush her love for them. So she swore to never, never, tell people she loved them. Izuku-kun was a different story, since she didn't really... Like him as much as Ochako-chan. Nonetheless, her promise was broken as she asked;
"Ochako-chan, am I... Cute?" She asked with tears in her eyes, smiling wide and trying to look pretty. Look normal. Because maybe then, if she was normal, someone would love her. Ochako-chan was still in front--slightly below--her, blood covering her mouth and body, stab wounds oozing more every second.
Himiko knew what would happen next, Ochako-chan would say 'no!' or that she was 'disgusting for being a villain!', 'disgusting for being YOU!'. After all, it's happened before. The thought made her smile falter slightly, not even really thinking about Ochako-chan anymore but of her parents. The ones who.. who made her like this. If she'd just been accepted, if someone just said they loved her, if someone just said she was-
"The cutest..." Ochako-chan coughed, blood coming out of their mouth with each syllable. "In the world.."
Himikos head spun, looking down at Ochako-chan, this beautiful, perfect, amazing girl that she loved... Had said she's cute. The cutest in the world even. What was this Himiko was feeling...? It felt... Good. Warm. Acceptance.
She couldn't bring herself to harm this girl anymore. Despite the blood coating her, Himiko suddenly felt like she didnt want the girl to be bleeding. No, no she wanted Ochako-chan to be clean, smiling, safe, but instead there's a war going on and, oh fuck they're on opposite sides...
Himiko held back a sob, thinking about how the first time someone had loved her, first time someone had accepted her, she wouldn't get to be with them. Because the world is cruel, isn't it? Punishing someone for being different, and when they finally get a gift--in the form of a Goddess this time, Himiko noted--it had to be just out of reach.
As Ochako-chan's powers get weaker alongside her own fragile state, Himiko gently lowers both of them safely to the ground. They touch down quickly. Ochako-chan was loosing a lot of blood, Himoko didn't like that. How could she stop the bleeding...?
They were laying on the ground, side by side, Ochako-chans breathing coming slower and slower, shallower and shallower, wetter and wetter. The combination had Himikos stomach twisting with nausea, though, she's never felt this way before. In all of the people she's killed, not once did she feel bad for seeing them covered in blood, not once did she dislike the wet, dying breathes of someone who's lungs are filling with blood.
And oh, Himiko sucked in a sharp breath, Ochako-chan's breathing was... It was that of a dying person. She'd lost too much blood. No, no, no no nononononono she can't die she can't die she can't die she just said that she accepts Himiko she can't do that and die! She has so much to live for!
What does Himiko have to life for...? Her life had been spent chasing after love, wanting to be accepted. She finally got her wish. Someone called her the cutest in the world, this angel of a person laying next to her had done that, even while slowly dying.
With tears fully falling down her face, Himiko turns to the side, facing her love. She cups the girls face with one hand, feeling the warm blood still on the brunettes cheeks. Feeling her skin slightly colder than normal.
She couldn't stop a few sobs to escape her throat, hiccuping inbetween them. She grabs one of her syringes, but instead of facing the one she uses to take blood at Ochako-chan, she turns it to the recieveing end. Himiko, still cupping the girls cheek with her free hand, wipes some of her blood off and quickly puts it in her mouth. For once, Himiko found no satisfaction, no joy in drinking someone's blood.
As quickly as possible, Himiko uses the small amount of blood she consumed to turn half of herself into the angel beside her. Himiko grabs her loves hand, finds a vein in the girls wrist, and gently--the most gentle Himiko had ever been--but firmly stuck it inside. She found the same vein on her own hand, the side that mimicked Ochako-chan, and stuck in the taking side of the appliance. She immediately felt the auto-suck start, taking her own--the girls own--blood, and giving it straight to the brunette.
Immediately, Himiko could see a bit of color returning to the girls expression, and they seemed to be doing just a sliver better with more blood in their system. Himiko had also lost some blood during the fight, and she knew that she didn't have infinite. She would run out eventually. But if sustaining her love until Ochako-chan could be saved was what she needed to do, then damnit, Himiko would. Because she can't just let her love die.
She thought the girl would be fully unconscious by now, and so Himiko allowed herself to get more comfortable. She maneuvered herself to give Ochako-chan the tightest hug she could without aggravating her known injuries, and felt the girl relax ever so slightly in her grip. Himiko felt more sobs bubble up, but she pushed them down. She wouldn't die crying. She refused to.
Instead, Himiko smiled. She ran her bloodied hand through Ochako-chans hair, and smiled through the traitorous tears still welling up in her eyes. She glanced down to the head of her love, and gave her a soft kiss ontop of her hair.
Himiko let her eyes slide closed, and whispered what she truly knew what would be her final words.
"I love you so much, Ochako-chan."
Himiko had felt a weird, intense buzzing in her head before she started to come back to herself after vididly remember a dream she occasionally had. A dream in which she sacrificed herself to save Ochako, which, honestly kind of sucked to dream about. She loved her girlfriend, and would 100% sacrifice herself for them, but also she didn't want to not have this life that she had. She didn't want to miss actually being with Ochako.
Besides that, Himiko is concerned. Ochako had started staring at this random, flickering lamp on their walk back to their car. Which was really odd, because the day had been going so well. They went to visit some kids and help with their quirks, they were able to get dinner. It was a good day.
So why...? "Ocha? You ok?" Himiko asked cautiously. Their hands were still interlocked, but the other girls grip was loosening more and more by the moment.
There was no response. "Ochako?" Himiko waited a few moments, but there was still only silence.
Something deep settled into her stomach, full of confusion and dread. She had a bad feeling about this. But what even was this? What was going on?
Suddenly, as Himikos gaze actually met the lamp Ochako was staring at, in a display of light so spectacular she was momentarily blinded, the light they had been staring at exploded. Maybe not in the typical sense, but the light practically burst out, creating a show of beams and refractions that was even prettier than normal reflections of mirrors or crystals.
Himiko, still blinded due to the burst of light, found herself thinking back to the dream she has occasionally. Himiko believes in alternate universe, so maybe it was just memories spilling over to her own from a different Himiko. It's always a possibility, she supposes. Though, she still cant see at the moment, which albiet gave her a little paranoia.
A sudden stabbing pain hits her senses, originating from her stomach. The feeling is like when she overuses her quirk, but so much worse. Its practically identical to when she was... Fighting... Ochako...
Himiko opened her eyes, ignoring the bout of nausea and pain coming from her stomach, as she takes in the scene around her. She's laying on the floor, clothes half torn off, hundreds of thousands of Twice clones floating midair. The sky is so pretty.
Though as Himiko looks to her side, she ignores thinking about that last thought. Because there lay her girlfriend, her lover, her angel of a person that she loved oh so dearly. This was just like her dream.
This was just like her dream. The pain from her stomach hadn't gone away, Himiko had simply ignored it, but now she was keying in on the feeling and fuck this was real, it was like a dream it was the scene from her dream but it... It was real. How did she get her? Just a moment ago she was years in the future!
They'd both survived in their fight, but if this truly was like her dream, would they both survive now?
Ochako, laying next to her, had her eyes barely open. She looked to be in so much pain, Himiko had to fight to urge to pull her close and tell her it would all be ok.
"Ochako-chan?" Himiko asks, the honorific coming easily, too easily. That wasnt normal for them, not anymore, so why..?
"Himiko-chan...?" Ochako mumbled, eyes still hanging on to being open. Himiko quickly bit back a sob of relief; she felt overly emotional right now. Like in her dream.
"Hey, hey, save your strength. Please." Himiko really wanted to cry, she probably was crying already and didn't notice it. But her girlfriend is currently dying right next to her, and shes pretty sure it isnt a dream, so she thinks she has a pass.
"I... You... M-me...?" Ochako seemed to want to talk, desperately, but couldn't make it coherent.
Himiko silently begged whatever diety might've been watching over them to make it so the future she'd lived wasn't fake, so Himiko wasn't just truly insane for imaging several years into the past. She didn't know what was real right now, honestly.
Like in her dream, though Himiko forgot about that entirely, the blonde reaches out to cup Ochako's cheek, the same feeling of warm blood on her fingertips. Himiko felt the urge to drink it. She felt the urge to just, to save her love. If she could do that, maybe, maybe it'll be ok. Maybe Himiko wasn't really supposed to survive, and is now back here to right the wrong.
Though it didn't stop her from letting out a few, very familiar, sobs and hiccups. Himiko knew that she needed to do this, to save Ochako, but then they wouldn't get to be together. What's the point of saving one if the other isn't there to live their lives together?
Ochako would do so much more than herself, Himiko reminded themself. And if it was inevitable that she dies, she would do it saving Ochako. In every universe. In ever lifetime.
She brings the slightly bloodied hand to her mouth, using the little bit of blood to transform into her love one, desperate, final time. Himiko clung to the feeling of warmth spreading through her body, the love and admiration she has when becoming Ochako. It's only enough to turn half of her body into the brunette, but that's ok. That's all she needs anyway.
With tears falling down her own bloodied face, Himiko reaches out to grab the syringe she knows is there, pulling it into her blurry vision. Himiko quickly grabs Ochako's wrist, shaking her head to get it out of her mind and winces when she hears a slight whimper of pain from the girl. Wrist in hand, Himiko inserts the receiving end of the syringe into a vein. She does the same to her own turned-Ochako wrist, on the giving end of the syringe.
Ochako opens her eyes just ever so slightly more, looking directly into Himikos eyes, but she's too busy inserting the syringe to notice.
Once she's done, Himiko realizes the girl was staring, and she lets herself break. She feels the blood going from her body to the other girls, and feels both accepting--accepting of her fate--happy--she gets to die saving her love--and sad. She'll never get to experience life with her. Though, hadn't she already? Himiko doesn't actually know that answer. Everything was so confusing.
Forgetting about the dream once more, Himiko recognizes that she should probably be comforting the--hopefully not dying anymore--girl beside her, unknowingly copying the exact pose from her dream.
With her loves head tucked safety beneath Himikos chin, who somewhat bends down to give a soft kiss to the top of their hair, she lets herself cry.
"I'll.. I'll m...iss our ti-time toge-ther..." Ochako said weakly, and Himiko got a small spark of hope that whatever she had experienced was real. But as her memories come crashing back, Himiko realizes the other girl is probably talking about their 'conversation' not even 5 minutes ago.
Himiko lets herself sob for a minute or two, before they die down to hiccups again. She doesn't even register the other girl slumping against her figure, most likely unconscious, before she's muttering what she knows to be her last words.
"I love you so much, Ochako-chan."