#ht. thread

The meeting wasn’t nearly as coincidental as Himiko pretended it was, and she doubted that Bakugou believed it was either, but it was more fun this way. She’d been keeping an eye on him out of her own interest, and not from any orders from Shigaraki. They hadn’t really gotten to spend time together while he was captive with the League, but he’d been so unpredictable and angry and pretty. 

“Oh, Katkat! Long time no see!”  The blond jumped to her feet, easily leaving the chair outside a boba shop.  Without her knives out, Toga found that she was inconspicuous enough to be out for short periods of time as herself, as long as she didn’t meet any heroes on patrol. She could play the part of a normal teenage girl when needed, she was just glad that she didn’t have to anymore. She could be herself. 

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“ izuku! “  she’s relieved to see him, the fight isn’t going well at all and in all honesty, himiko thinks the smart thing to do would be to cut their losses and run while they can. they’d always get another opportunity, but ultimately it isn’t her call, and she doesn’t want to leave without any of them.  “ have you seen the others yet? “  She can tell that he’s looking her over and while it’s not out of place for her to be covered in blood, this was more than usual, and this time some of it did belong to her, the bruises and blood on her person joined by a deep cut on her thigh, dripping blood down her leg as she limped over to izuku. 

@knifelizard

hmm. there was a beat as toga considered what spinner had to say. it’s true, he wasn’t as tall as some of the others. but he was taller than her and also willing to let her up on his back, so that was good enough for her.  “ ooh, thanks spinner!! “  she scrambled in her excitement to get on his back, attempting to get onto his shoulders for maximum height. 

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@ultraqrk

she has to take jirou down pretty quickly with a knife to the leg, which is a pity, because she wishes the hero student could just cooperate and be a good friend. but all too often, toga has found that she has to teach people how to be her friend, it’s been that way ever since she broke free from the girl everyone wanted her to be. she doesn’t mind though, it’s a learning experience for them both and she’s been getting better at making her points more quickly. and now that she had jirou nice and compliant, toga was able to take the time to think about the last time she’d met with the other girl. she’d had to stab her then too, right in the back. but back then she hadn’t been able to take the time she had now. this time they could become proper friends.

moving behind the brunette, toga pulls back her tank top and- yes, there it was. ignoring the flinch, she traces the scar gently, her skin skittering against the raised skin almost reverently. indeed, the sight and feel of her handiwork had a feeling of something akin to giddy pride swelling within her. it’s then that she realizes that she loves jirou just as much as uraraka, another that toga has been able to mark as her own. the thought brings a familiar heat high in her cheeks, flushing prettily as sharp teeth being to creep out behind her widening smile. 

she moves back in front of jirou then, all teeth and bright eyes. “ i think that one will scar too. “ she informs her friend quietly as she reaches out to drag a few fingers across the freshly bleeding wound on the girl’s thigh. the blood sticks hot and thick to her fingers, shining in the light as she pulls her hand back.  “ like those friendship tattoos. but these won’t fade and become dull. “  looking at jirou she licks two of her fingers clean, leaving only her index finger still stark red against her pale hand. bringing the finger up to her mouth, toga bites down with one canine until the tip of her finger opens. she watches in fascination as her own blood mixes with what’s left of jirou’s, quickly becoming indistinguishable from the rest.

‘rough touch’ meme | @despairfelt

pain blossomed from the back of her head as it snapped against the wall she had suddenly been slammed into, the metal tang of blood filling her mouth from her now bitten tongue. bakugou’s hands we still tight on her arms, and she wondered vaguely if she’d have bruises later. but she just smiled, tongue darting out to leave a red trail as she wet her lips. this was the reaction she’d wanted, and more importantly she had his attention now. all it had taken was pestering him for almost the last hour, but she was nothing if not persistent. 

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“Dabi!! Put me down!” She wasn’t too worried about actually falling off of the roof, he had a tight grip on her after all, and she’s pretty sure he would have just shoved her over if he had really wanted to. So she swiped at him with one of the knives she had tucked into the waistband of her skirt, if he dropped her then she’d just have to deal with that later. But it was hard to get to him with how long his arms were given her own petite height, and that was even more frustrating than hanging over the edge of the roof by her wrist. 

* pick-a-fight meme