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So, my first Fanfic ever, hope someone finds it good. This Idea is stuck in my head, and I need to get it out somehow. And please, if you do enjoy it, let me know by leaving a comment. Enjoy!
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It all happened so fast, Izuku didn't have a single moment to spare. His best friend, Bakugo was next to him one second, then a swirling black portal opened in front of them, pulling Bakugo in. Acting on instinct, Izuku lunged forward. He felt his leg snap under the force of One for All just like during the UA admission test, but he pushed through the pain. In a flash of cyan and green lightning, he tackled Bakugo aside out of the portal’s path, and was pulled in himself instead.
"MIDORIYAAA!!!" It was the last thing he heard before vanishing into the swirling abyss as his friend cried out his name in panic…
… Somewhere else, far away from the camp…
Izuku crash-landed into the magician-villain holding Bakugo, knocking him hard against the wall. The tackle, powered by 100% of One for All, easily took down the opponent. Eyes wide and alert, Izuku scanned the room as more villains began entering through their respective portals.
A lizard man in a Stain cosplay, a large person in a plain open shirt, a man with dark hair and horrible burns on his face, and a schoolgirl with a manic smile on her lips. He swears he saw her smile widen the moment they made eye contact. Finally, He caught sight of the two last people who were already in the room with him.
He recognizes the black shadowy man as the one with the portal quirk and his leader, the man behind this criminal organization, Shigaraki. He tried standing up to face his foe, but his clearly broken leg couldn't support his weight and buckled under the pressure…
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Shigaraki was furious; losing about half his pawns in a single night with nothing to show for it was unacceptable. Now, only an annoying green-haired pain in the ass was left. He scratched his neck anxiously, scabs breaking under his fingernails. Even the spiky brat slipped through his fingers. Tonight was a fiasco.
"Stop gawking, you damn idiots, get him!" As Magne lunged forward at the command, she tackled the green boy and pinned his arms behind his back. He struggled weakly unable to fight back with his two broken arms and a broken leg. In minutes, the others had dragged him to a chair and tied him down, leaving him helpless. Izuku continued to resist at first, but as his adrenaline faded, he could only wince and glare at his captors.
“This whole day is an absolute waste…" said Tomura, clearly pissed at his situation. " I'm done with this player two in screwing my saves, kill the kid."
Magne raised her large metal pole about to strike Izuku, but froze when she felt the tip of a blade press against her throat. Spinner stood behind her, weapon drawn, holding her back from striking Izuku.
"I won't let you kill Stain's chosen without a fight. He is a true hero and WILL live…" his resolve was absolute.
Magne quickly dropped her weapon; this wasn't worth it.
"What do you think you're doing, Spinner?" said his leader. "You're MY subordinate, last time I checked; do I need to remind you of it…" His hand quickly disintegrated the stool next to him.
“If you need to kill me, do it, but I won't allow him to die here,” said the lizard.
Shigaraki hesitated. This conflict wasn't worth the risk. Spinner's quirk wasn't especially useful, just another pawn, but with most of the team lost tonight and Compress out cold for at least a day, he couldn't afford further losses.
His composure finally relaxes. "Fine, throw him in the back for all I care about…" he sighed. "See, kid, you live another day… Am I not a gracious host?" A wicked smile graced his lips.
Izuku couldn't do anything. In about a minute, he avoids death by sheer luck. His whole body was rigid, unable to say or do anything; he could only wait and pray that his luck didn't end anytime soon.
“OH, can I keep an eye on him? I'll be his personal guard! " said the upbeat blonde girl, ecstatic at the prospect.
" No, you'll kill him, Toga! I know you have your own obsession with him! "
"Come on, I promise I'll be good," she pouted.
"HRRG, fine, but if he died, you're done for!" he concedes, knowing she'll just find a way to get to him if they keep arguing; better let her near him with at least the promise of no (much) harm. " Remember, I have my eyes on you, brat!"
"YAAYYY, we're going to be so close, you and I, Izu-kun~ …" She jumped into his lap. Midoriya felt the weight of her body shifting on his broken legs, causing him unbearable pain, earning a pained groan from him. She was delighted.
“I'll bring him to our room; don't worry, I won't kill him… Yet," she started dragging him from the chair toward one of the rooms near the bar, disappearing into the dark room, leaving the rest of them in the bar, not sure if they should take her seriously or not.
"So, who's taking Compress in his room?" said Dabi, unimpressed by the situation, turning his head toward his companions. Compress was, as they say, folded like a pretzel against the wall out of commission.
Dabi turns his head back toward the rest of them, and all of them have a finger against their nose, saying in unison, "Not it."
"Damn it…"
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Toga was GLEEFUL not only as she made new friends at summer camp, but also because she now had the boy of her dreams all to herself. She guided him to a chair in the center of the room, then skipped to the door and locked it. As she turned back, a large blush appeared on her pale cheeks. She brought her hand to her face and pinched herself, the small pain confirming that she wasn't dreaming and heightening her joy.
Izuku, meanwhile, sat stuck in a room with a crazed murderer. Unable to move or defend himself, in short, he was fucked....
"Oh, we're going to have so much fun together, Izuku." She cooed.
"Hm-m w-what did you have in m-mind U-umh."
"You can call me Himiko!"
R-right Himi-miko, what do-o y-ou have in m-mind?" he was stressed out of his mind, not sure what to say in this situation.
" WELL, I was thinking we could talk a bit, learn about each other, play some game, stab you a bit, or any other ideas you might have in mind." That last part was said a bit more subjectively, earning a deep crimson blush from the boy in front of her.
"W-wait s-stab...?" Izuku tried to speak, but Toga abruptly drove her exacto knife into his arm. Sharp, searing pain forced a scream from him, but Toga quickly clamped her hand over his mouth to muffle it. He locked terrified eyes with her wild gleeful gaze, trying and failing to move away.
She removed the blade from his arm and looked at her handiwork. Blood was pooling slowly from his wound. She made sure not to hit anything important, captivated by the look of terror and pain he gave her, truly a romantic moment for both.
"Aww, I knew you got me, Izu-kun~, you directly skipped to the stabbing part!" she continually cooed.
"I-I di-d'nt say..." grunted the boy, choosing his next word carefully. "H-How about w-we slow t-things d-down a bit r-right Himik-ko l-lets t-talk a bit...", he was hoping she would at least stop her stabbing if they discussed.
“YES!! What do you want to talk about, Izu-kun~" she genuinely seemed happy just for them to talk. The only problem is that she's expecting him to ask questions, and he is really bad at social interaction. What should he talk about, her hobby, His? Maybe where are they, but she might stab him if he tried to get information from her, she might also stab him just for the hell of it, what should he do!?
"Your muttering is really cute, you know that."
"Huh?" he looked up. Her face was centimeters from his, looking deep into his eyes, her expression calm and measured, a far cry from the maniacal smile she had given him earlier. Her chapped lips curled into a friendly smile, her eyes soft. She seemed almost like a different person at this moment; he couldn't help but turn his face away, afraid she might think he was staring at her as Mineta would stare at his female classmate.
Toga saw him turn his face away from her, not in fear, but in embarrassment. It was as if he felt he was the one being bad for staring at her; he looked like he wanted to apologize. Cute! Even in his situation, he was a gentleman to a fault, the perfect man. She took his face in her hand, turning it toward her, feeling a warm feeling creep up her body. She remembers seeing him break his body trying to get another boy with a weird hairdo to go all out during the UA festival. He was so cute, broken, and in pain, yet also so fierce and determined.
How can he be so… perfect, both fierce and timid? Both strong and weak. She felt her heart flutter as she continued to maintain his face in her hand, the flat of the blade stuck in between her palm and his face. His eyes still refused to look at her directly.
“SO, U-uhm, what is your q-quirk?” Izuku mentally groans. Even in his situation, he's still trying to learn about people and their quirk. She’ll quickly see his question as a way to get more information and…
“I can transform into other people!”
“Uh”, he could not believe his luck, she answered him instead of hurting him. A shape-shifting quirk, how peculiar, how does it work? Can she imitate only people or also animals? What about wearable items? What's the drawback? Does she gain their voice?
“It only works with people, I tried with animals, but it doesn’t work,” She answered him. CRAP, was he muttering again?
“So-rry I’m a bit ner-rvous,” he chuckles briefly, forgetting his situation. As soon as he turns his eyes toward her, he blushes and darts his eye away from hers.
“Do you want to see it?” Izuku wasn’t sure. On the one hand, she could be saying that to coax him into a situation where she can punish him for trying to extract information from her; on the other hand, he was morbidly curious about her quirk.
“Mayb-be, if y-you want to… but no pressure!” he didn’t know what to expect, clearly not what happened after he said that. He felt her hands gently grab his bleeding arm and bring it closer to her mouth, then he sensed it. Her lips took in his wound, gently sucking out the blood from it. He was confused, taken by surprise by her action, her lips on his bruised shoulder almost felt like a kiss...
He immediately turns red as a ripe tomato. “WHaT-t Ar-re You DoiN-G” his voice cracked under his embarrassment; it was quickly replaced by fascination as her flesh turned into a gooey cream-like substance enveloping her skin and hair. He saw the goo melt off her skin, leaving behind… Him? His curly green hair, his freckled face, even his injured leg and arm, were a perfect copy of him dressed in a cardigan and skirt.
“Tadah!!” his voice, that was his voice, she also copies people's voice to a perfect degree.
”Just a bit of blood, and I’m a new person!”
It was a sight to behold, cheerful Izuku twirling in front of him, dressed in a girl's uniform with an unnaturally confident smile on his lips. His head was filled with so many questions that he didn’t even have time to stop himself from asking them.
“Is the transformation timed by the blood type or the quantity of blood ingested?” Izuku asks.
“By the quantity!”, Izuku answered.
“Can you merge two people if you consume more than one person's blood?”
“No one or the other!”
“Is the copy perfect in all ways?”
Yep, want to take a look? ~” She said, lifting her skirt in front of him
At that moment, Izuku realized what was implied and quickly shouted at her, "No, I believe you; no proof is needed!!!"
Toga felt weird inside; their conversation felt so natural right now, so normal. It was as if she weren’t his captor and he weren’t her captive, just two people talking in the open about their quirks. He even stops stuttering for a moment, no fear, no discomfort; she wanted this moment to last forever. Alas, she was a villain, and he was a hero. They couldn’t keep talking like this; she would have to get him out of her life one way or another and go back to her criminal existence. The realization makes her stop smiling, and she begins shedding her false skin.
“What's wrong?” It was her turn to lift her head to meet his eyes. He looked… concerned. She felt suddenly as if all her confidence had melted away, like her skin. What's wrong? How could he ask something like that in a situation like his? She just stabbed him a moment ago, and now he is worried about her. Why?
“In a world of fakes, he is a true hero!” The words of Stain hit her like a knuckleduster right in the guts. A true hero? What does that even mean? He is just a boy. How can a boy like him ever even consider helping her? Her face became panicked, unsure what to say or do, she…
Ran out. She just ran out. Izuku observed, confused and concerned, but still alive.
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Spinner was bringing gauzes and bandages for the mess Toga would certainly make of their captive. He knew as much, but at least he would probably still be alive. After all, she kind of promised not to kill him.
As he was turning the corner, he bumped into Toga. “HEY, watch I-...” He was stunned. In front of him, Himiko Toga, the psychopathic teenage girl, was crying. Why was she crying? What happened? What the hell could’ve happened there! No time for questions as she quickly kept running toward her room, locking herself in.
Spinner had a bad feeling about this; he ran toward the room where she took Stain Chosen, opening the door expecting the worst, only to find a very confused Izuku still tied up to a chair, a single stab wound on his shoulder, looking at him as if awaiting an answer.
“What did you do?”
“I… don’t know?”
Spinner sighed; he was as confused as he was. “Let's patch you up, hero.”