Himiko felt numb, like all her emotions had short circuited all at once and she was left as this worn out, husk of a person while she continued to stare up at the blank spot between the pictures on the wall. She had sat herself on the sofa perhaps an hour ago and she hadn't moved, it seemed...unnecessary in the grand scheme compared to what she was dealing with.
How the fuck did this happen? Of all the things to occur in her life, especially now considering Izuku, she never thought he'd learn about who she was and just...shrug and kiss her. That fucker literally shrugged, kissed her and groped her like everything was normal after learning she was that villain. Sure he looked a tad uncomfortable afterwards, but he still smiled and held her, he even carried her to the bed like usual and suckled on her neck.
The sheer chance of that happening was...low to say the least, she honestly expected him to try and kill her if he found out her past, but she was wrong and now she had no idea what to do. She thought maybe the relationship would last another five months, maybe a year if she was lucky and didn't let any more shit slip about her past. However fucking Zuzu proved her dead wrong and stayed...so what the hell did that mean?
Did she actually have a future, possibly a lifelong one, with him? Sure he's talked about marriage and kids, but that was when times were good and words were cheap, but since he's actually staying...is that going to happen? Is Izuku going to force her into marriage one day? Himiko didn't dislike the concept, but she knew him well enough that he'd literally force her onto the altar if he was staying.
He pushed against her boundaries and nearly took her chastity so many times and it was the way he looked at her that made her feel it in a way she couldn't describe. It was wonderful and suffocating. A hunger that was more than lust which she knew if fed a little, it would eat her whole and part of her worshiped that.
He wanted to eat her, to consume everything about her and join in union until she was defiled and stained by his spirit. Izuku would take her down and drag her into the future no matter what because she was what he wanted. Not fame or money or power, her. An insane villainess with no prospects, a blood fetish and an anger issue and he wanted her so damn badly.
It made her feel special and loved and gooey that her cheeks gave an honest blush. Shit...there was a likely chance that she was going to get married and actually move on from her past. She didn't know what to think about that. Shifting her eyes to the photos, she studied them and sighed as if they could hear her and respond.
"What would you guys say if you saw me now? The crazy girl finally found someone just as nuts and might be getting engaged one day."
She shook her head at the thoughts coming from above.
"I don't know what the future's going to look like, but...Izuku's here with me and I think I'm actually happy...more so actually. I...wish you guys were still around, maybe you could have met Zuzu. I think you would have caught on like nothing else...assuming he didn't just try to steal me away because it's 'too dangerous', big baby that he is."
She smiled at that.
"I just...I'm scared you know? I'm scared of fucking this up, but I'm also scared of this succeeding and I get my happy ending with him. I want it, but I almost never get what I want, so what the hell, you know? I genuinely love him...in the normal way and my way and he's been nothing but perfect."
She inhaled.
"I've cut him and he willingly gave himself to me, he even lets me drink his blood and despite all that he wants nothing more than to plow me. Gross I know, but I'm fairly certain he wants to knock me up, which is...odd, given he knows what I'm like and what I did back then. Funny how it works out where I get the loving, disgusting boyfriend who's nuts about me only after everything fails."
Her smile faded as she remembered her old insanity and what once was.
"You know if my parents had just given a shit and fed me animal blood instead of beating me, I probably would have been fine. Sure I'd still be degenerate and sadistic, but so was Midnight and people loved her, granted I hold myself higher than that whore ever did. I just...maybe I could have met him sooner if I behaved? Maybe we could have been engaged in Highschool and he'd be my manager while I was a play actress."
She glowered in her gloom.
"I coulda had a whole different life if it wasn't for that one thing. We all could have and I was the only one who got lucky enough to get what I wanted in the first place. Maybe if we had gotten help or maybe if we just killed Bakugou when we had the chance, then our dreams could have come true. Except...I guess mine has, I finally have what I want and right now I wish you all were here so I could share this."
A laugh left her lips as she stared wistfully at the pictures.
"Maybe we could have had that better world Spinner was always on about and gotten to actually fix things, but we never really had a plan, did we? It was always the short term stuff and those quick thrills with the vague idea of a goal. Really the only thing we did right was icing the Doctor and the Old Man. And the weird thing was, I wasn't happy like I am now. Sure I loved the thrill of stuff, but it felt so...temporary, like it was all going to end in a second."
She went on with distant eyes.
"I remember waking up every day wondering if it was the last day I had on earth or if there was some hero that would finally catch me or if you'd all leave me. I enjoyed the pleasure of how we lived and getting to be that monster, but...It was always one heartbreak after another until I just gave up. Hell, you guys were my only reason to keep going sometimes because I was so done with being alone, having nobody like a damn ghost."
A sigh left her as the memory of hands on her hips and blood in her mouth came forward, weakening her mood.
"Now I have someone who loves me for me, who accepts who and what I am. He's never once flinched from me, never ran or used me even when I act like I used to. I think he even likes it now and...for fucking once it feels permanent, like goddamn steel and I love it. I love this certainty and all the warm and nasty feelings he brings."
She smiled again as she remembered how weird it felt to have her "second skin" bitten off.
"He even likes eating the goop my quirk makes so he fits right in with me. It's just, he shows up everyday and he's all over me, there's sometimes he won't let go and drags me around or carries me. Then there's the weird obsession he has with me of all people, he's had chances to go to other women who are way easier than me and he's never once had the idea of leaving even knowing the shit I do. All the time he only wants me despite all my problems."
There wasn't really much to understand the sheer amount of relief and fear she felt, but in the moment she was happy in that strange, unknown way she hadn't had in...ever. She didn't know what to do or how to act or what to say, but this was the first time something seemed to stick and so long as she didn't fuck this up, it should stay the way it is. Which is admittedly more than she deserved, however she learned long ago to take the good with the bad and by god was this good.
Looking away from the pictures and standing from the sofa she began to shuffle to the kitchen and turn on the sink, cleaning the plates in an effort to keep herself busy. So much laid ahead, so perhaps, for once, she could relax? Yet try as she might, Himiko found it impossible to the point she was swaying on her toes. She wanted to do...something for him, he deserved that much, but what did he really want from her?
It was clear he wasn't around just because she was a virgin nor was getting laid his only goal, otherwise he'd jump on Cheeky's offer. She didn't have riches to inherit or fame...well, she had infamy, but he wasn't like Curious was. All he really seemed to desire was her, simply...because. He had no rhyme or reason as to why he stayed, most would have fled long ago and he had options, but it was always her, no matter what.
Cheeky had more money, more status, bigger tits and wasn't dangerously kinky and despite that he still refused it. The same could have been said of Acid Girl or any of the heroic bimbos he was around, fuck it likely could have been better for him then her and Izuku stuck by her regardless of anything. She could be herself around him and he could be as he was, so maybe that was his reason or maybe she had gotten insanely lucky.
Instantly Himiko considered baking him a cake like she had done for Tomura and Jin and Toya and everybody else back in the day, but that seemed a little...weird? Like how the hell does that seem appropriate? "Hey Zuzu, I know you just found out I was one of the worst villains of this generation and almost took over the world and ruined everything, but since you decided to stay with my blood drinking, murdering self, here's a cake. Oh by the way, could I cut you again and maybe suck your dick, pretty please?"
No, it didn't. In fact it seemed more than a little desperate(which she was). Really if he's willing to stay then she had to do something to show how much that meant to her. But could that be translated? Fuck, did she even know how much it meant to herself? To have someone willingly be a part of her life after seeing what she was, what she could be again?
The only thing she could think of was to spread her legs, but…it seemed so mundane. Yes her maidenhood meant a great deal of dignity to her, but it wasn't like they would never have sex again afterwards. If anything it'll be a daily thing and it was too normal to convey what she wanted. Himiko paused and glared at the ceiling, if only she could grab a star and give it to him, then maybe it would show two tenths of how much it soothed her soul.
She let out a sigh at her own limitations, if Tomura was still around she'd probably bug him to give Zuzu that American bitch's quirk, now that would be something worth what she felt towards him. Yet for now kisses will have to do.
Then, as if to spite her, there came a knock on the door, his three tap knock. Himiko froze right when she was drying her hands as apprehension filled her. Momentarily she stared at the door like she was about to be raided, but pushed the fear away and walked towards it. Reaching under the table by the door, she took out her tanto knife, feeling as anxious as if it was her first day out of Tartarus again. With an unsteady hand she undid the locks and opened the door, revealing Izuku in his bland work clothes, looking back with an uneasy smile as he studied her.
He was well shaven and lovely with a strange smell of coffee on his skin, but his posture was relaxed if a little awkward and he was without fear. Himiko looked up at him with her knife loosening in her hand from the anxiety, but she still managed to return the smile. Silence ruled between them for a second until Izuku broke it.
"Hey...sorry I took a bit getting here, I got sidetracked once work let out."
She raised her hands up in surrender, doing everything she could to make the air less uncomfortable.
"That's no problem...everything okay?"
He shrugged.
"Yeah, just a fairly average day. I, um…"
Himiko stepped out of the way as he entered her apartment, shutting the door behind him and continued to stare at her with slightly troubled eyes before extending his arms. He embraced her, but it lacked the usual strength of it, instead feeling hesitant, like he didn't know what was right. Seconds later he let go and drifted his eyes to the side.
"I missed you while I was away."
She let out an uneasy smile at that, putting her fighting knife back into its place and trying not to be weird.
"I missed you too...so is there anything I can do?"
Izuku pursed his lips as if that wasn't what he wanted to hear, then turned his head to the sofa then to the pictures hanging over the television. He monitored them for a few seconds then turned back to her.
"Wanna watch a movie?"
She mimicked his actions and felt his emotions mirrored inside her.
"If that's what you want. Lord of the Rings?"
He paused and flexed his fingers until they popped in the knuckles. His voice was filled with reluctance, to the point she knew he was pushing the words out, but he said it all the same.
"That sounds like a good idea. But Himiko…*inhale*...do you mind if we talk about...that stuff?"
She halted and recoiled ever so slightly with shame.
"I'm not against it, but I try not to think about it."
Again he paused and cut his own words.
"...Should we talk about it?"
She shrugged awkwardly.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
He rubbed his arms in worry.
"...Not really, but we've gotta address it sometime."
Himiko looked to the floor.
"We could talk about it later, I'm more interested in what you want right now."
The quirkless man sighed at himself and spoke with reluctance.
"...Can you get the comforter out of your room and lay down on the couch...and maybe take your shirt off?"
She nodded with a grin, feeling that was well within her power.
"Sure Zuzu, I can do that."
Turning to her bedroom the slasher never got the chance to move since arms wrapped around her and she had to fight her reflex to strike and let Izuku flip her around. His lips touched hers and stayed there for a few wonderful seconds until he let go. Then he went back to the entrance, leaving her to her devices.
Himiko strolled with a warmth in her chest at being subject to his wants, to know he still loved her. Peering at her bed she scooped up the blanket and went back to the living room where Izuku had put his shoes away and removed his shirt, revealing the bumpy, scarred visage of his body. Without any shame to her, the blonde threw the comforter on the sofa and removed her top and bra, exposing herself to him.
There came this wonderful boom in his eyes upon seeing her breasts, filling with a want so strong she could smell it, yet restrained enough that he didn't push. Quickly she sat herself down on the couch, feeling the fabric on her skin right as Izuku moved to join her. Instantly she felt his hands caress her and his lips dance along her neck as he merged under the blanket and threw himself at hers along with the feel of his chest on her back.
Yet he made no moves to remove her pants and instead rubbed his body against her, pressing his weight and embracing her until they both found the best position and remained there with hands digging into each other. Again he kissed her and caressed her chin, sounding absolutely sincere.
"You have no idea how badly I missed you today, you really don't."
She smirked and ran her fingers through his hair as she thrived by his touch.
"Well don't get ahead of yourself mister, it isn't like I'm going anywhere."
He smiled with more than a little desire as he held her.
"I know, but it's never a bad thing to be honest."
Her smirk grew as she gently poked him in the chest.
"Oh yeah? Well what else do you wanna be honest about?"
He laughed and kissed and suckled at her neck, enlisting a laugh from her as she vainly tried to push him away until he came loose with a loud *pop*.
"That I'm madly, hopelessly in love with you and that you fascinate me like nobody else."
He paused as he cuddled a little closer.
"That and you're wonderful despite all the bloody stuff."
Himiko laughed at that as she ran her hands over his back, feeling a bit of heat at the connection that made her cheeks get rose caked.
"Ah we both know that isn't true, the real wonderful person here is Cheeky since she let me be able to be here with you to start with."
He rolled his eyes as he fondled a breast.
"Maybe, but she certainly doesn't have anything on you."
The slasher laughed again, feeling a familiar want inside her.
"If you say so, Zuzu. Can I ask you a favor?"
He grinned with enthusiasm.
"Of course."
More pink colored her cheeks as those forbidden images left her mind and made her hungry and wanting.
"Can I cut you for a bit?"
Izuku's enthusiasm died instantly, yet instead of fear or apprehension coming like it would to most people, he only appeared annoyed. He didn't move from her nor let go and simply stared with agaited eyes as he caressed her warm cheeks.
"Himiko...I am not laying down like that again. If you wanna slice me a little...fine, but you gotta let me move and for that matter-"
The annoyance multiplied as he moved away from his lover and the sofa to pace around the living room with his hands on his jaw until he finally said the words he wanted to say for so long.
"I want your virginity. Now, I love you, I wouldn't be here if I didn't, but I've accepted a lot from you that ninety nine percent of people would run from. If you wanna cut me...so long as it's in reason, fine. But I want something more, I mean, we've done more outrageous stuff and I haven't been with you once."
He shook his head and spoke in a far more somber tone.
"Look I understand that you kept me at an arm's length with this because I didn't know, but now that I do...can we just drop the pretense? I know who you are and I just wanna love you so let me do that."
Himiko felt some of the heat inside her chest as her anxiety came back, yet it couldn't defeat the encroaching smile that was slowly taking form. She was excited, excited like she hadn't been in a long time and the fact she had a wonderful, beautiful participant who was willing and loved her...it was divine.
The way his face wrinkled in annoyance at her request while her mind boomed with gorey, sexy images rather than disgust warmed her heart and the fact the only thing he wanted in return was to deflower her, to love her more made it all the better. She had half a mind to simply grab a knife and spread herself like a harlot for him as she started slicing. She wanted it so badly, but there was still the question of how much he knew, about what she did in...her free time, back then.
Reeling herself back slightly while not repressing the want, she spoke with those warm, blushing cheeks that marked someone out for death so many times before in her youth.
"I don't mind that Zuzu, but how much about me did you read?"
Apparently he had had enough and slapped his hands to his sides while staring at her in utter disbelief.
"Are you being serious right now? I've told you all that, I just found out some stuff that should have me running for the hills. Frankly, I found out that kind of stuff from day one and you told me as much with a knife to my neck. You were...you know what I mean and I'm still here and I want to be here because I love you more than anything. You've literally cut me for a thrill, explained in graphic detail how you killed not one person, but twenty and drink blood as a treat."
He kept going as the last of his long patience had finally worn thin.
"You were literally responsible for the Calamity and I'd lie to protect you. I've chosen you over my own mother to the point I haven't spoken to her in almost a year. I have done all this and am willing to do more because of how much you mean to me, but what do I need to do so that you'll let me be with you? What more can you feel uncertain of after all that?"
She recoiled ever so slightly at his outburst and felt more than a little guilty. He had put up with a lot from her and been nothing but loving. Yet she still worried about that one thing, that one habit even the League was disgusted by when she was caught in the midst of her "passion". Now was the closest she'd ever gotten to complete acceptance and if it wasn't for that one horde of ghosts that hung over her like a noose, she'd have thrown herself at him.
Despite all that, she still felt gooey and sharp as that heat boiled inside her and her brain relaxed itself. She was still aroused at what was coming and she honestly had the thought of taking him regardless of his consent, but she knew that was wrong so she stood up and walked over to him with a barely withheld smile fueled by depravity.
She kissed him for a brief second and whispered with a teasing voice that she loved making.
"Why though? Don't I make you happy? I mean, you get your jollies and I get mine. In the end I'm the one making you explode and you...let's just say you make me implode, so is there any real issue?"
He scowled, but ran his hands on her hips and worked to get her pants off.
"It isn't even, you get to enjoy the cutting more and I'm just there taking it until you open your mouth. I'm not saying you owe me...even if it sounds like it, I wanna enjoy it with you. Like...the first time we did this sort of thing, the one where you wore that nice lingerie and we actually got to do stuff afterwards. We both enjoyed it, now it's more lopsided...I know it's petty, but I wanna touch you a lot more."
She smiled and caressed his cheek with her knuckles, blushing all the while.
"Alright Mister, we can do that, but you can't use this just yet. I wanna plan it out, make it special as it were."
She tapped on the rim of her vagina and grinned. He huffed and took off his pants in turn, more than ready to go when he paused and grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her, rubbing his shaft against her entrance as he did so until he pulled away. There was a reflective quality to his eyes that let her see the debauchery nesting in her through him and this fucker looked absolutely enthralled as he cradled her chin.
"You know I'm gonna fuck you until my legs give out one of these days, right?"
She smiled, knowing damn well what they had in store for each other.
"We'll see Zuzu, for now just sit down and wait, okay?"
He hesitated as he placed a hand around her rear and squeezed for a moment then reluctantly let go.
"Fine, but please don't keep me waiting like you did last time."
She waved a dismissive hand as she went to her room and shut the door behind her.
"I wouldn't dream of it."
Himiko made her way to the nightstand with such glee in her heart. She felt her chest heave and the blood pump in her veins, she felt drunk and happy yet so damn alert. Like everything was peeling away except what she had in mind. Suddenly she found herself frothing at the idea of a plan, of a routine and the excitement that brought.
Part of her wished Izuku was more than a little unaware of what she had in store. Not to a non-consenting degree like her old "crushes'' but enough that it surprised him. Thinking about the shock and the little twists of pain his face gave when she cut him or bit him, only to have it clear into an o-face at the end was heavenly.
She knew it wasn't her quirk talking, otherwise she'd have planned far more...heinous things that went beyond mere bloodletting, which relaxed her as she thrilled in the feeling. Yet as she stood there with the knife from the nightstand, she also wanted to spoil the fucker. He was nothing but a good boy and frankly it was boring to just do the same act over and over.
Actual sex needed more consideration, definitely not tonight, but maybe she could put something on. He said he liked the lingerie, maybe that. Then again did she want blood on it? Thinking about it there were only so many things she could do that might make him happy...however, she really did want him.
Sighing as she readied her blade with disinfectants and checked the two spare first aid kits, Himiko enjoyed the fantasy in her head of how badly he would absolutely ruin her while she made him into a pin cushion. Briefly she considered suggesting sewing needles getting brought in, but realized that was a bit much. Besides that was what her fangs were for.
With her tools in hand Himiko exited to the living room where she saw her baby waiting nervously on the sofa and she loved it. His eyes went wide at the appearance of the knife and she saw his muscles tenses in remembrance and yet his dick was still hard. Granted not as hard when they were just fooling around, but it was the effort that counted.
She grinned as her lips peeled back and Izuku managed to relax himself as she sat next to him on the sofa. Without a word she put the kit and blade on the coffee table and kissed him, finding a nice buzz at his touch. His hands reached out and caressed her sides, lingering at her hips before he separated and stared at her with a mix of love, lust, fear and excitement.
"You want me to go into the bedroom?"
It sounded casual, but she knew he was holding back, which elicited a hot smile from her.
"Nope, just stay here for a minute. We'll get things going in a bit, for now repeat after me, pineapple."
Izuku inhaled and repeated.
"Pineapple."
She did likewise."
"Pineapple."
Again he did.
"Pineapple."
Himiko said it one more time.
"Pineapple."
Which had Izuku finish the ritual.
"Pineapple."
With that done the blonde grinned at her lover and dragged a light hand over his chest as he sat in dreaded anticipation. Gently she grabbed at his back to get a firmer hold, enjoying the bumpy texture of his scars and found just the spot in the middle of his left side. Briefly she drew her attention to his eyes and saw the precious mixture of feelings inside which only grew when she grabbed the knife.
The very tip of the blade rested on his skin and Himiko couldn't help but grin as she spoke.
"Ready Zuzu?"
He hesitated with a visible debate in his soul and to her slight surprise, he leaned forward and kissed her.
"Go ahead."
She savored the kiss and let her impulses fly as she bought the knife forward, staining the steel an adorable red that made Izuku grunt and curse in pain. Blood wept slightly from the wound and as she brought the flat of the tool to her tongue, it was met by a warm, copper taste that she delighted in.
The pain and the discomfort resided on his face, lessening into a low annoyance that warmed her skin while she focused on the bleeding cut and felt her heart beat faster. She wanted it, but on the other side she was unsure if she should say something to him, something to reaffirm him. Yet being a bit greedy wouldn't hurt.
Lowering her head, Himiko locked her lips around the gash and drank of the crimson while her tongue danced along the warm, split skin, feeling the soft edges of the cut give way to her. More of the wonderful taste of life entered her mouth in barely filling sips that felt like the best of wines. There came a touch to her hair and instead of pushing her away like anyone else would have, Izuku rubbed her head lovingly as a silence reigned over the room.
A few seconds later she pulled away with velvet staining her lips and the greatest of passions in her chest. She was hot and eager, ready to cut and bite and love while her face went positively flushed. Izuku was accepting or rather didn't seem upset at her and so, the blonde put the blade to a section just above the old cut, wanting to make it last as long as she could.
"You set for the second one?"
At that, his eyes shined with displeasure and he made it known when he leaned away from the blade.
"Would you mind if we did something else for a bit and then came back to this?"
Himiko pouted as her excitement blazed, making her feel wild and joyful despite her lover's objections. However she did lower the knife and listen.
"Such as?"
He put his hands to the underside of her thighs, letting his fingers sink in as he raised her legs ever so slightly.
"Can you lay down for me and spread them? I wanna make you moan."
Scowling at having her delights halted, she begrudgingly rolled to her back and separated her legs, letting the right slink off the cushions and setting her left on the top of the sofa. It was strange being this exposed, but she liked it well enough. It was even better when she saw how Izuku's eyes popped at what she did. There came a hitch in his breath and he inched closer to her sweet spot as he dragged his hands over her torso.
He looked up at her, perhaps for approval or simply because and kissed her while she sat there in annoyance. Slowly he then began to kiss his way down her neck, to her chest, her belly and finally after rubbing the girth of her thighs, lowered himself to her pussy.
Himiko huffed a bit at how his tongue teased at the entrance, feeling a nice surge of pleasure as he slowly forced his way in. It coiled around as her walls squeezed it, the formless mass merely giving way and continuing to squirm. She was breathing heavier now as the taste of his blood mixed with the air as she was fighting for breath in the most amazing way. A moan left her lips, one loud and deep, like it came from somewhere she hadn't seen before and Izuku certainly heard it.
His hands reached out to fondle her breasts, to caress her skin, to do anything to touch her and she knew it. Eventually after a few moments Himiko moved her legs as the urge to squeeze came with the pleasure and rested them on his back. Which only made her outbursts louder and deeper as it was like her lungs were being flattened. Again and again she moaned and cursed in joy, as she dug her fingers into his green curls as he went on with even more aggression.
Then suddenly, he pulled away and brought his fingers around the entrance, spreading it slightly as he studied the quivering, dripping folds inside. He met her eyes once more and instantly she knew what he wanted. There was a firmness to him now, one that did not want to be denied and it showed in more ways than one with how aroused he looked.
Himiko bit her lip at his gaze, scared to show weakness since she knew if she did, he'd go ahead with it. Yet to a degree she really did want him to. More than simple desire weighed on this as her gratitude and guilt for what he's done for her joined in and demanded she do it. If he hasn't left after learning all he has, then he won't ever leave so she should be a good person and give her boyfriend what he wants.
Her fear however, the fear of if he knew about her greatest shame and darkest folly played in the back of her head, overpowering the screams with a whisper.
"He's gonna find out what you did, how you killed them and then he's going to flee thinking he's next. After all, isn't that what you want? All that wonderful, pretty blood? It would only take a quick slash to the neck and you'd free him from all his troubles, he'd be in heaven and all his crimson would be yours. You could become him, show how much you truly love him. It be exactly like mom and dad said, you're a demo-"
Himiko shut the voice down instantly with a mental snarl. She hadn't done what she did to those fuckers out of more then hate and what she had with Izuku was holy and scared, he was hers damnit! Why the hell would she want to kill the only thing she had? Her golden man who gifted his blood so freely? Death was a waste and there was a future here, so why squander that? Why waste the endless pleasures and pains and the oceans of blood he would give her? Why get rid of the person who she could actually throw everything at, from her most needy hugs to her darkest thrists? Besides she could fucking ask and he'd let her become him. Shit, he'd probably eat the second skin and geek out.
She tossed and grappled with the thought before blinking at how lost in her mind she was, coming back to reality where Izuku stared at her with overly aroused scented concern.
"You okay? You kinda blacked out there for a minute."
Himiko smiled at the sweet worry in his voice as most of her wants and needs were left in the path of what transpired in her head. Setting the knife down she sighed and readjusted herself on the sofa, feeling far more grounded after such a horrible thing.
"I'm fine Zuzu, just bad memories."
She stared at his body and felt a little upset that it cost her such a good time, but hearing the voice of her doubt, hurt and insanity tended to be a turn off for her.
"Actually Izuku, do you mind if we cut this short? I'm not really feeling it anymore."
He scowled and stuck two fingers inside her then removed them as they were positively coated in her love.
"This begs to differ. Are you sure, because I can get cut again if that's what you need."
There was an aggressive, demanding tone in his voice, but he didn't push himself on her. Shaking her head, Himiko smiled warmly at him.
"It isn't your fault Izuku, I just…"
She didn't want to explain or simply tell him no after all he did, so she shoved him down with a push and grabbed his cock. Without waiting to explain she stuffed it in her mouth and sucked like her life was on the line, careful not to let her fangs rest on the skin. It took a few seconds and some wagging of her tongue, but soon enough he finished. It was nasty and gross and in a repulsive way she liked being able to please him in such a manner, although she gagged and coughed as she spat out his spunk.
Izuku moaned and laid back as his energy left him(most of which was in her throat now). She heard him huff as he fought for breath and reached a hand out to touch her, which Himiko begrudgingly allowed. She leaned back and let him hold her as he began to suckle on her neck with steel entering his arms to suffocate her in his love that she was unspeakably grateful for.
"Better now Zuzu?"
He continued to suckle at the nape of her neck for a moment before letting go with a loud *pop* that she knew would leave a mark(to her silent joy) and spoke with a heavy guilt in his voice.
"You sure I couldn't have done more for you? I'm willing to be cut for a while if you want, like I said I don't want this to be lopsided for either of us."
The slasher shrugged and nested deeper in his arms.
"You're fine, if I was still needy you'd know. For now can we just stay here for a bit?"
Izuku returned the shrug.
"Sure."
There they laid for some time with Himiko simply enjoying being embraced by such a wonderful person, feeling his chest rise and fall to her back and the warmth of his body, when she noticed him staring off at the pictures on the wall. He studied them like he was seeing the collection for the first time and soon, his grip on her tightened protectively when he broke the quiet.
"Himiko...do you mind if I ask something?"
She contemplated the question and shrugged as she turned and leaned on his chest.
"Sure."
He paused as he continued to look at the pictures while holding her like she was going to vanish. Discomfort filled his voice and even a quality of fear when he finally found the will to speak.
"Did you know the guy who was behind it? The one with the hand on his face?"
She noted how much he hesitated to say it and found herself at a place of genuine confusion until she recalled that Tomura, especially in the months before his death, would be a horrifying figure to most. Which was at odds with how she remembered him.
"Yeah I did. He was a pretty alright boss until Bakugou blew his head off."
Izuku cringed at that and gave another question as his arms locked tighter.
"...What was he like?...Did he ever hurt you?"
A laugh left Himiko at such a silly suggestion and shook her head.
"Tomura? Ah hell no, not one of them would have done that. They were bastards, but there was honor amongst thieves. Granted he did throw a lot of hissy fits and threaten to kill us a lot, but they were always just empty threats he lashed out with. He...didn't have anyone to teach him basic stuff when he was a kid and he had an even more fucked childhood then me, honestly video games raised him more then anything."
She continued almost absent mindedly as she began to get lost in the past.
"Don't get me wrong he would end people and was a villain to his core, but he had some good in him even when the one guy who he thought was on his side brainwashed him. For instance he would have left civilians like you alone so long as you didn't end up as collateral damage and he never hurt a kid. Believe it or not he did have a conscience, not a very strong one, but more than most of us, that's why he wore the hands. They were the hands of his family that he kept around after he killed them by accident when his quirk emerged and he couldn't live with the guilt."
From behind her Izuku shifted with discomfort and gave another question that she could tell was more complex than it seemed.
"Can you explain why he was so obsessed with Katsuki?"
Himiko shrugged as if it was the most obvious fact.
"Simple, he wanted a friend. Ever since he met Bakugou at the USJ attack, Tomura was obsessed with him because he thought the fucker would understand our plight, that he could be shown why we do what we so and agree. Granted, Hand Man was really conflicted about his feelings which is why he put a severed head in the bastard's desk. It was supposed to be a quest marker or to make him remember him, real twisted stuff. However, since Boom Boy rejected our offer and got away, Tomura took that really personally. Like to a level most of us weren't okay with."
She fiddled with the fingers on her belly as she explained.
"He started to make plans to get him back once got back on our feet after Kamino and wanted to do everything from fucking with his memories to killing his mom. Now, he did manage to sneak into the guy's home and off his dad, but our portal guy figured it out and warped him back before he could finish her. Most he got from her was...I think three fingers and an eye. Now you'd think that is where most would give up, but not Tomura. Hell, he actually gave Bakugou the offer one last time before shit kicked off, but Boom Boy just blasted him in the face."
Himiko continued as she danced her fingers along her lover's skin.
"Thankfully Ol' Dusty had his quirk and just regenerated that back, but instead of just waving his pinkie finger and splattering the asshole on the walls of his classroom, he didn't. Instead he just frowned, walked back and left to go take care of his adoptive dad in Tartarus. I think Tomura never gave up that hope that Bakugou could join even until the end and...frankly I wish we'd just finished him when he first showed up, then maybe we could have won."
A more inquisitive yet tense tone entered his voice.
"And what would that have looked like? A world where your side won?"
She mused on it and shrugged, completely done with old history.
"Honestly, we had no clue. We never really had a plan other than getting rid of the shit in our way and then worrying about it. It was never more than a 'one day at a time' thing, though I think it would have been better for people like you and me who were getting shafted by the system."
He rolled his eyes and ran his fingers over her cheek.
"Sure, because a guy who puts heads in desks and wears the hands of his dead relatives would be a fantastic statesman and not a horrific tyrant with the powers of a literal god."
Himiko glared at him.
"He wasn't that bad. Sure he was nuts, maybe even evil, but he had some good in him. Yeah he was petty and spiteful to the whole damn world, but he wanted us to have happy lives in it and he did care about us, even if he had a hard time showing it."
Now he glared at her.
"The guy destroyed an entire town, let every prisoner in the nation out, killed tens of thousands by himself and nearly took over the world. I doubt he could care much for his common man. Maybe for his underlings, but not for society or the people in it."
Again Himiko glowered at him, but inhaled and let it go. No sense in arguing over the dead.
"He fucking tried at least, that's more than most people do."
The statement was final and it seemed Izuku noted that and accepted the end of the talk easily as he went back to hugging her. Though over time, perhaps an hour or two, Himiko found her mind working and thought out loud to her darling.
"You know, I think if you two had met, Tomura would have really liked you, Zuzu. He'd understand why you're so pissed and might have even worked with you."
He visibly cringed in disgust at the concept.
"Well I certainly wouldn't, I'll tell you that right now."
The blonde listened and couldn't help but question how exactly those two would interact. For some reason she saw them getting along after a while and despite it all, she wondered if Izuku would have helped him the same way Ochako helped her. Maybe if it was Zuzu instead of Bakugou Tomura reached out to, then perhaps he'd still be alive and even have a friend.
However, that would never be known and as much as it hurt to let her friend pass from her mind, she had to focus on reality. So she grabbed Izuku's arm and enjoyed the closeness, almost certain that, perhaps, she had found her dream.