HIMIKO TOGA ❤

Shigaraki stabbed the frog he had been assigned to disesct again and again. He did not particualrly believe in cruelty towards aniamals, but he did like tearing apart corpses that was the reason for the hand in his pocket, and sometimes on his face. 

He kept going until the frog was basically green goo in front of him. Then, quickly grew bored of what he was doing and looked to Himiko instead.

With three fingers he held the scalpel up in front of her. His eyes narrowed on her as he began to look quite serious. 

“Himiko, I’m trusting you with this.”

He handed it off to her gently. 

“Stab this into the most fun thing you can think of.”

Turning away from what she was looking at, Himiko beamed at Shigaraki’s words, smiling as innocently as her body was physically capable of. She gently took the scalpel offered to her, perhaps even more so than how Shigaraki handed it to her.

“Okay.”

Himiko did not think that hard, or even that long, in order to follow Shigaraki’s instructions. In fact, in a matter of seconds, she had lurched forward in order to pin the other villain to the wall, having lodged the scalpel’s blade into the fabric of Shigaraki’s hoodie.

Still smiling, she hummed as she spoke.

“No way, I’d never have fun. I tried having fun once and it was awful.” 

Shigaraki said raising bot his hands up in innocence. Which was particularly ironic because he was a villain. Even as he said that though, a smile was cracking across his face that showed the wrinkles in his lips and the emptinss of his mouth. 

Shigaraki smiled with his whole face the few times he did. Those who did not find it horrifying, found it endearing. Of course their sensibilities probably should have not been trusted. 

“It’s just slightly more interesting destroying things like this then building them. Watch.” 

He turned up his bunsen burner all the way with the extremely dangerous chemicals that were inside the beaker. A moment later, the glass overheated and then smoke began to rise. An alarm bell rang and the entire class became flooded as the sprinklers activated. 

“See. Now let’s go destroy the next class.”

“You’re smiling,” she hummed, leaning in as i she might suddenly poke at him. Instead, she simply continued to grin and observed Shigaraki as he instructed.

A series of wild giggles left her as she watched the destruction the other villain spoke of soon run rampart through the classroom. It truly was fun-- only someone with a mind similar to the two of them would find this much fun in the chaos, though.

Himiko looped her arm through Shigaraki’s as they ran, quickly finding themselves in another classroom. Still giggling, Himiko took a look around, noting various specimens in odd containers. If the previous classroom they had destroyed was a chemistry classroom, this one was clearly designed for some sort of biology.

Shigaraki followed along the others whims even though he was clearly the leader. He did not mind though, as Himiko and Dabi were also the only other two people on earth who could tolerate him. 

It was a give and take relationship, or perhaps among villains it was better to call it take and take. He was dragged into a science classroom and forced into a white lab coat as he suveyed test tubes, beakers and bunsen burners around him.

“I wonder if these chemicals could combine into some kind of deadly poison or acid.”

He poured two together at random. Only for it to explode not in his face, but Himiko’s. 

“Ah… I’m sorry…pfffffff”  he did not sound that sorry. 

Himiko had been admiring her own reflection, making her an easy target. As soon as whatever goopy mess Shigaraki had accidentally created hit her face, her expression fell, and she frowned. 

“Ewww!”

She wiped it off with her oversized coat sleeve, attempting to get the mess only on her (stolen) lab coat rather than her own clothes. Yet, in doing so, Himiko suddenly paused.

“Hey...”

Himiko grinned.

“You’re having fun!”

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A quick look was all it took. Hizashi had noticed something suspicious, or rather, someone. It was nothing unusual to see people walk the dark alleys in this sector, but this particular individual was a young girl. Possibly underaged too. She wouldn’t be here unless something was off. Pointing his finger towards her, he began to shout. “Hey! Girl! Whatcha doing here?”

For once, she really was minding her own business-- at least, that’s what Himiko would say in her own defense. She was merely returning home after a long day of less than respectable activities, and on a whim had decided to take the long route.

Of course, she thought, she had to deal with some sort of nuisance.

“Hm?”

“Well let’s have a look, shall we?” Walking over to the far side of the corpse to not obstruct her view of it. “Here we have a body that’s been noticeably drained of blood. How often do you hear of killings that leave a drained corpse?” The implied answer was not many.

“When you do hear about that, it’s typically connected to something like vampires.” Gesturing towards herself at the mention of vampires.

“So when authorities find this body and know they have vampires in the city, who do you think is going to be their first suspect? Unless you also happen to be one, it will most likely be me.”

Himiko followed, peaking her head back into the alley where her kill lay still. She almost felt like she was being lectured, though it was strange-- she had assumed that this girl was younger than her, but she was talking like an adult...

“Oh.”

Himiko frowned.

“So, you’re a vampire? Then, why do you even care what the ‘authorities’ think?”

“It’s not like they can do much to you, anyways.”

That was another assumption of Himiko’s, as she had experienced more freedom in this city than in her own home world.

All of the people he’d run into inhabiting the place– they’d more or less hinted at the same sort of thing. His last experience in the city had boasted danger, but was it a dangerous place at all times?

And if so, was it really safe to ask anyone about it?

At the very least, this girl seemed polite enough, and Mashirao snuck a peek back at her– busted…?

“I’ve… been fortunate to not run into trouble just yet,” he admitted, hastily looking back toward the scenery stretching before them. How unusual… had the buildings shifted again?

“Except for the layout of everything… Somehow, the cities back home seem less complicated than these… Are you familiar with this place?”

Himiko almost laughed, but merely widened her smile at the teen’s words.

“You must be pretty lucky.”

“There’s all sorts of people running around this city. You never know just who you’ll run into. It’s pretty fun.” At least, it was for her.

She reclined back, resting against the tree, now giving the student her full attention.

Shigaraki picked up his triangle, which was the only instrument he dubbed safe to play. He might have been too lazy to try any other more complicated instruments too. 

“This kind of stuff is lame. I can play better music my playing guitar hero at home.”

Shigaraki said, as he dinged his triangle right in Himiko’s face. This music playing thing sounded like exactly the trick Kurogirii would use to try to force them to learn teamwork. That in itself, made Shigaraki even more grumpy. 

The other thing was the cacophony of young adults playing instruments terribly in the background. Shigaraki had heard people’s dying screams before and this was much worse. “You guys all suck. I’m going to give you some constructive criticism. Kill yourselves.”

Himiko was grinning as she turned her attention from Shigaraki to the students playing; she was excited, that much was obvious. Even if the students played badly, even if Shigaraki was grumpy, she was still having fun.

At the other villains so called criticism, she couldn’t help but laugh. No one else found Shigaraki’s words funny, especially not the instructor who had been trying to ignore the two of them. They were quickly ushered out, though Himiko seemed not to mind.

“This is fun,” she giggled.

“Let’s go check out more classes!” 

With the comfort of permission, Mashirao was able to establish a better hold on the branch and peer out into the Sector’s grounds, a puzzled frown splitting across his face when he didn’t immediately spot the train station. 

On his last trip to Hive City, he’d been gifted with a notebook filled with maps and the sort, but this time, he wasn’t so lucky. So, he settled for trying his hand at his own. He began to draw lines in.

Should he keep quiet? He wasn’t sure what he should say… “Did you also come here to try to get a better view of everything?”

Himiko tilted her frame, as if she truly went back to what she was doing; in reality, she watched the student out of the corner of her eye, waiting for whatever it was he would do next.

She smiled.

“You could say that.”

“It’s always good to keep an eye on things, especially in this city.”

“What class do you want to go to first?”

Shigaraki asked as he was dragged along only partially willingly. He saw the school building approaching him and felt weird. It was strange entering a school that he was not going to destroy. He was thankful that in this world at least there was no school for heroes. 

Though, that also left him a little bored as it was one less thing to destroy.  He opened and closed his hand, missing the feeling of the tens of other hands he had gripping him at a time when he was wearing his usual outfit. 

Then, he finally stopped staring at his feet and looked up to the directory. 

“All of these classes sound like they’re for nerds.”

Himiko hummed as they went, perfectly content-- in her opinion, this day could only get better.

When they stopped, Himiko was first to peruse the directory. She was somewhat surprised at all the different classes, and wondered how this strange city was able to offer all that this school had in store. There were many things about Hive City that she did not understand, so she didn’t waste too much time thinking about it.

“No, they don’t,” she chuckled. “They sound interesting.”

“Let’s go to this band class, maybe we can hear some cool music.”

Shigaraki Tomura woke up in reality. After rolling out of the bed, he fumbled back to his feet and walked upstairs to the bar in only his pajama pants (read: himiko’s pajama pants) to look for a mirror. 

“Oh thank god, my face looks like ass again.” Shigaraki said, as he placed a hand back over it. He no longer had any use for a face that wasn’t covered in scars. His appearance right now suited him much more as a villain. 

Suddenly he sensed a presence behind him and jumped back. “Himiko! If you tell anyone what happened last night, I’ll… take away all your knives and replace them with spoons instead.”

Himiko awoke back into the real world with a groggy start, doing so only minutes after Shigaraki Tomura had done the same. She inevitably sought him out again, easily finding him as she heard his mumbling. The blonde leaned on him, just as she had done the night (or perhaps dream) earlier.

She nodded, mumbling in her sleepy haze.

“Yeah, yeah... I won’t tell, it’s a secret.”

he admitted to himself that toga’s definition of “awesome” wasn’t always the best one. but despite everything he’d trust his partner. “fine. i’ve got an idea for tomura. what about a car shaped bed for him?” it sounded so ridiculous but it would be just a funny as ruining his bedroom, to be honest.

Himiko stopped completely at Dabi’s words, pausing to stare at him for a moment before a torrent of giggles escaped her.

“I guess my brain’s just more broken than yours then. Well that’s shocking news but whatever…” Shigaraki Tomura  no longer felt like standing, so he merely let his back sink against the wall and sat right there on the floor.

This was his house after all he could do what he wanted. He looked up at Himiko still standing there. It was possible that Himiko had simply never been normal, she had no reasons to drive her like he did. 

There was no point in trying to explain himself to her whacked brain either. “Can you hold my hand a little bit? Until I wake up?” He asked, the request sounding surprisingly innocent in his graveled voice. 

Just like the lost puppy that Shigaraki so often compared her to, Himiko followed and mimicked the other villain’s actions, coming to sit down beside him without hesitation. Their shoulders and legs touched, and she once again rested her cheek against Shigaraki’s shoulder; even if had objected to her sudden closeness, the blonde would not have cared. 

Yet, at his words, Himiko softly smiled.

“Yeah,” she nodded, her voice equally as soft, perhaps a rarity for a villain like herself.

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When Mashirao decided to use the upswing of his tail to propel him onto a tree branch of sufficient altitude, he had only really been hoping to gain a platform for a better view of the unfamiliar territory– 

His intentions were absolutely not to disrupt somebody else who might have already taken presence in that general area.

“Oh… Pardon me! …Um, is this seat taken?”

Himiko blinked; at the sudden approach, her hand had dove into her pocket to grip a blade she carried, but she paused before revealing it. This boy, he was... one of the students from UA, wasn’t he? He didn’t recognize her, did he?

So, she just smiled.

“Why would I dream about you? Do you think I’d want to get annoyed in my sleep or something?” 

Shigaraki asked, suddenly insulting her and sounding a bit defensive. He hoped this was not the kind of dream he usually had about Himiko because she would tease him. He hated the mundanity of his dreams.

Dreaming of being a normal person, dreaming of being without scars, he had no such desires. If he did he would strangle them within himself in order to serve as a better vessel of All for One’s legacy. 

“You always get to pinch me though, that’s unfair.” He said drily in response to their exchange. “Do you ever have stupid dreams, like, where you’re just a normal student instead of some psychotic murderous bitch?”

Himiko leaned back, her typical smirk having already returned.

“I dream about you sometimes, so it’s fine if you do the same.”

That was both a lie and the truth; she rarely remembered her own dreams, but, simply assumed that she dreamed of Shigaraki, and others as well.

“It’s fair.” No, it wasn’t.

At his question, however, she paused. Did she have those sorts of dreams? She couldn’t recall any specific instances of such a thing, but, it was certainly possible. She couldn’t deny something she couldn’t remember.

So, she just shrugged.

Stepping past her, she followed the trail to the source. Getting a good look at the bloodied corpse before bringing her attention to her. With annoyance was written all over her face.

“Of course it does. Who do you think is going to be the prime suspect if anyone found this? It’s going to be me.” Despite the wounds not being consistent with ones she would inflict. Blood draining was definitely something she would do, and who else would but vampires?

“I have to say, I’m not thrilled about having a pretender running around to give me this much of a headache.”

Himiko was quite intrigued no, curious to see just why this other girl was so interested in her kill, and why she seemed so annoyed. It wasn’t annoying-- not yet at least-- but rather, just interesting, maybe even a little amusing.

“You?”

That was a bit arrogant, Himiko thought; was she like her? Or, something else entirely? She only grew more curious by the second.

“Why you, huh? What’s so special about you?”