"Wait, wait, wait," Izuku cut in quickly, feeling like the situation was escalating way too fast. "Before you go any further, I need to clear a few things up."
Himiko looked at him, confused.
"Clear things up?"
"First," Izuku held up a finger, "we're not anything yet. We literally just met five minutes ago while you were trying to kill me."
He held up a second finger.
"Second, you need to stop trying to kill me. That's a non-negotiable requirement for any kind of relationship, whether it's friendship or whatever."
He held up a third finger.
"Third, if you really want me to help you with your Quirk, you're gonna have to trust me and follow the instructions I give you. No stabbing me when you don't like what I say."
Himiko processed each point with serious attention. Then she nodded slowly.
"Okay, Izuku-kun. I won't kill you."
She paused.
"Much."
"No killing me 'much'!" Izuku exclaimed in exasperation. "No killing me at all!"
"You're so demanding," Himiko pouted adorably, in a way that didn't match her earlier psychotic words. "But fine. I promise I won't kill you. 'Cause if I kill you, you can't help me, right?"
"Exactly," Izuku sighed in relief. "I'm glad we can reach an understanding."
"But," Himiko added with a mischievous smile, "that doesn't mean I can't cut you a tiny bit every now and then. Just to see that pretty red color."
This girl's gonna be a monumental headache, Izuku thought as he stared into those bright yellow eyes full of obsessive adoration. But... if I can help her get her addiction under control, maybe she can become someone incredible.
"No cutting me either," he said firmly. "If you want blood, we're gonna find a legal, safe way to get it. No more attacking people in alleys."
Himiko tilted her head curiously.
"A legal way?"
"Blood banks," Izuku explained. "Places where people donate blood voluntarily. We could get you access to old blood samples that aren't good for transfusions anymore but should work perfectly for your Quirk."
Himiko's eyes lit up like he'd just told her paradise existed.
"There's a place with free blood?"
"Not exactly free, but yeah," Izuku confirmed. "Though first we need to work on reducing your dependency so you don't need so much."
"Izuku-kun really is my hero," she murmured as she nuzzled against his chest. "My special hero who's gonna save me."
This girl is way too intense, he thought nervously.
He cleared his throat.
"Toga-san, there's something else I need to tell you about my Quirk."
She lifted her head slightly, looking at him with her bright yellow eyes.
"Mm?"
"Your manual is too technical and has words I don't fully understand," Izuku began carefully. "Will you let me touch your breasts?"
Himiko blinked several times.
"Oh, I forgot to explain," Izuku continued quickly before she could misinterpret it. "That's how my Quirk works. I hope you don't think I'm a pervert. It mostly works by touching breasts to get the complete information from the manual..."
"Hahah... pffft... ha! ...ha... HAHAHA! ...no. ...h-hahah... haaaa..."
Himiko let out an erratic, completely uncontrollable laugh. Her whole body shook with laughter as she settled her butt in Izuku's lap, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull herself even closer.
"What a weird guy you are!" she exclaimed between laughs. "First you bite me like a wild animal and now you ask permission! Izuku-kun, you're a total mess! You're worried I'll think you're a pervert!"
She leaned forward until their noses were almost touching.
"You're a freak just like me," she whispered with a smile. "That's why I like you so much."
Without warning, Himiko grabbed the front of her maid uniform over her breasts with both hands and yanked hard.
RIP!
The fabric tore cleanly, revealing a pale pink bra holding two breasts perfectly proportioned to her slender frame.
Izuku froze completely.
This escalated fast, he thought, dazed. Way too fast.
Himiko leaned forward, pressing her chest against his, searching his green eyes for any trace of fear. Finding nothing but surprise and involuntary admiration, her excitement visibly spiked.
"You can touch them..." she murmured in a husky voice as her cheeks flushed a deep pink. "You can cut them... you can do whatever you want with them. But in exchange..."
She leaned closer and licked his cheek slowly with her tongue.
"I wanna see how red your blood is on the inside. I wanna see if it's as warm as your hands."
Before Izuku could answer, Himiko tore off her bra in one sharp motion.
The garment fell to the alley floor.
Two pale, beautiful breasts were left completely exposed, crowned with delicate, pretty pale pink areolas. Her nipples were fully erect from the situation.
Izuku stared, unable to help himself.
They're gorgeous.
Himiko took his hands and guided them herself to her breasts, pressing them firmly against her soft skin.
"Ngh..."
A moan escaped her lips when she felt the direct contact.
Izuku started kneading gently. His fingers sank into the soft flesh, exploring the texture of her pale skin.
Himiko went completely docile.
Her body relaxed against his, enjoying the feeling of being touched by someone who wasn't afraid of her. Her yellow eyes half-closed as small sounds of pleasure escaped her throat.
"Mmm... nh..." she sighed, sinking deeper into his embrace. "Mmhh..."
She leaned forward and bit Izuku's shoulder softly through his shirt.
"Mm..." she moaned against the fabric as he pinched her nipples carefully, rolling them between his fingers and caressing them with his fingertips in circular motions.
Minutes passed in silence except for Himiko's occasional moans and the sound of both their ragged breathing.
"Nnhh... aaah~!"
Finally, after a particularly pleasurable moan that made her arch against him, Himiko slumped completely onto his shoulder, almost falling asleep from how comfortable she felt.
"Hah... hah... Did you find what you were looking for?" she murmured drowsily.
Izuku smiled slightly.
"I found the info a while ago," he admitted as he kept stroking her breasts with slow movements. "But honestly, your breasts are too comfortable."
Himiko laughed softly and leaned further forward, pressing her breasts harder against his hands in a silent invitation for him to keep going.
Nyah!
Izuku gave one of her nipples a playful pinch, drawing a sharp moan from her.
"You hungry?" he asked casually. "Wanna go grab something to eat and I'll explain what I know about your Quirk?"
Himiko nodded excitedly, lifting her head from his shoulder.
"Is it, like... a date?" she asked with fake shyness that completely contrasted with the fact that she was half naked on his lap.
"Of course it's a date," Izuku confirmed with a smile.
It was at that moment that he noticed something strange.
Himiko's clothes started to melt.
Just like what had happened to her face when she reverted to her normal form, what was left of her maid uniform started sliding down her skin, blending into her body before disappearing completely.
Within seconds, Himiko Toga was completely naked in his lap.
Izuku froze for the second time that night.
His gaze dropped involuntarily.
Her tender, pink intimate lips stood out against the pristine white of her skin, rubbing directly against the fabric of his pants. They looked slightly damp, tempting to the touch.
But what surprised him most was another completely unexpected detail.
Toga was completely hairless.
Not a single pubic hair.
Wait, he thought, confused. She's a wild girl living on the streets, attacking people in dark alleys. How is she so... perfectly clean down there?
His logic broke completely.
"You like what you see?" Himiko asked with a mischievous smile, perfectly noticing where his eyes were aimed.
Izuku swallowed hard, feeling his body react involuntarily to the sight in front of him. An erection started pressing against his pants, right under Himiko's butt.
"I thought your breasts were the prettiest part," he answered with brutal honesty. "Boy, was I wrong."
Himiko laughed cheerfully at his blunt comment.
Izuku rubbed her butt cheeks gently with both hands, enjoying the soft texture of her skin.
"Alright, Toga-san," he said in a firm tone. "It's time to go on our date. Now get off me."
Himiko got up playfully, but she did it in a deliberately slow, provocative way. She stood up, leaving her crotch directly in front of Izuku's face, close to his lips.
If he leaned forward just a few centimeters, he could kiss those tender pink folds.
Izuku sighed deeply.
First things first, he thought as he closed his eyes to avoid giving in to temptation. Help the psycho girl.
He stood up with difficulty, discreetly adjusting his pants to hide his obvious erection.
"Time to get you some clothes," he announced with determination.
Twenty minutes later, they were sitting in a small family restaurant tucked away in a quiet alley.
Himiko was wearing clothes that were a little too big for her: a gray hoodie that came down to mid-thigh and a pair of sweatpants she had to constantly hold up to keep from falling.
Since Izuku didn't know her exact sizes and she'd been completely naked, he'd run to the nearest convenience store and bought the first thing he saw in her approximate size.
The result wasn't perfect, but Himiko looked happy with her new clothes.
She was sitting across from him at the table, cheerfully sipping her soda through a straw while swinging her legs under the chair.
"Izuku-kun," she said suddenly, setting her drink down on the table, "you've been showing off your Quirk a lot, but you haven't told me what it is."
Izuku leaned toward her, resting his elbows on the table.
"My Quirk's called Train," he answered with a smile.
Himiko's eyes widened in surprise.
"Train?" she said, confused. "That sounds more like something you'd use to train dogs."
"Basically," Izuku continued, "my Quirk makes me like a dog whisperer, but for superheroes."
Himiko processed that strange description for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"You're so weird, Izuku-kun!"
"I know," Izuku admitted shamelessly. "But it works. That's why I want you to train with me."
He paused.
"Along with my friend Ochako and with Momo."
And how the hell am I gonna explain this to Ochako? he thought for an instant. Hey, Ochako-chan, I recruited a girl who tried to murder me. She wants to join our ultra-secret training club. Oh, and I saw her naked. Yeah, she's definitely gonna love that.
He pushed that thought aside quickly.
One problem at a time.
Himiko frowned slightly.
"Wait," she said in an accusatory tone. "Isn't Ochako your girlfriend? The one you took to the Maid Café."
"I just wanted to take advantage of the two-for-one promo they offered us," Izuku explained. "We're not dating... Yet."
He added the last word quietly, but Himiko heard it perfectly.
A strange smile spread across her face.
"Yet," she repeated, amused. "So you do want her to be your girlfriend."
"That's not relevant to this conversation," Izuku rushed to change the subject as he pulled a notebook out of his backpack.
He started scribbling and taking notes on the pages, organizing all the information he'd read in Toga's manual. After a few minutes, he tore out several sheets and handed them to her.
Himiko took the sheets carefully, holding them like they were something precious.
She read the first lines:
TREATMENT PLAN FOR HIMIKO TOGA
Phase 1: Nutritional Regulation
High-iron diet (spinach, red meat, lentils)
Vitamin B12 supplements
Essential amino acids
Phase 2: Craving Management
Breathing techniques
Focused meditation
Intense physical exercise as distraction
Phase 3: Controlled Access to Blood
Research blood banks
Negotiate discarded samples
Establish consumption limits
Phase 4: Quirk Training
Partial transformations
Duration control
Sample preservation
Himiko read every word carefully. Her yellow eyes moved quickly from one line to the next.
When she finished, she hugged the pages against her chest.
"So..." she said in an unusually small voice, "you really think I can... stop needing blood?"
Izuku looked her directly in the eyes.
"I'm sure of it," he answered with total conviction. "But it won't be easy, Toga-san. You'll need discipline. And help."
He extended his hand across the table.
"That's why I want you to train with me. Not just to control your addiction, but also so you can learn to use your Quirk in ways you never imagined possible."
Himiko looked at his outstretched hand.
Then, slowly, she placed hers on top of his.
"Okay," she whispered. "But if this doesn't work and I end up needing blood desperately..."
Her grip tightened.
"Will you let me take some of yours?"
Izuku felt a shiver run down his spine at the intensity in her eyes.
"If it comes to that," he said carefully, "we'll talk about how to do it safely. But I trust that it won't come to that."
He squeezed her hand firmly.
"I trust you, Toga-san."
The waitress arrived with their plates: ramen for Izuku and katsudon for Himiko.
They started eating in comfortable silence. Izuku watched with amusement as Himiko devoured her food with wild enthusiasm, like she hadn't eaten in days.
She probably hasn't eaten well in a long time, he thought with concern. If she lives on the streets, she doesn't have regular access to food, though it's weird given that she was working as a Maid.
"Toga-san," he began after swallowing a mouthful of noodles, "where have you been living?"
She stopped mid-chew.
"Here and there," she answered vaguely. "Abandoned buildings, alleys, sometimes parks when the weather's nice."
Izuku frowned.
"That's not safe."
"I can take care of myself," Himiko answered with a smile. "Besides, I've got my knife."
"Still," Izuku insisted, "you need a stable place to sleep. Especially if we're gonna start your treatment."
He paused, weighing his options.
"I'm gonna talk to my mom," he finally decided. "Maybe you can stay with us for a while."
Himiko's eyes went wide.
"Really?"
"Really," Izuku confirmed. "But you're gonna have to behave. No attacking my mom with knives."
"I'm not gonna attack your mom!" Himiko exclaimed indignantly. "Why would I attack her? She made you, so she's gotta be a good person."
Izuku laughed at her strange but adorable logic.
They finished eating between light conversation. Izuku told her about U.A., about his classmates, about All Might and combat training.
Himiko listened to every word with fascinated attention, occasionally interrupting to ask questions about the people he mentioned.
Izuku paid the bill and they both walked out of the restaurant.
They walked in silence for a moment before Izuku stopped.
"I need to take you home now," he said. "To introduce you to my mom."
Himiko nodded nervously.
"Do you think she'll like me?"
"Probably," Izuku answered. "She's very understanding. Though maybe we should leave out the part where you tried to kill me."
"Good idea."
And so, Izuku Midoriya walked through the streets of Musutafu with a villain in the making at his side, taking her straight to his home.
A psychotic killer at home, is there any dumber decision than that? he thought.
But strangely, he didn't care at all.
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