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The battle had been brutal.

Izuku's arms throbbed with pain, his body aching from head to toe. Blood seeped from dozens of deep scratches carved into his skin, staining what remained of his hero suit. The villain had finally gone down, but not before forcing Izuku to push himself far past his limits.

The villain was a high-profile arms dealer specializing in quirk-enhancing tech and illegal augmentation drugs. Reports suggested he had been operating in secret for years, supplying criminals with experimental weapons capable of neutralizing heroes in combat. When intelligence pinpointed his latest deal in the abandoned districts of Musutafu, Izuku and his team were dispatched to intercept.

It should have been a straightforward raid, something quick, and by the book.

But nothing ever went as planned. Nothing ever does with Izuku, quite frankly.

The moment they arrived, a coordinated ambush separated him from the others. Explosions ripped through the crumbling buildings, forcing a split. The earpieces buzzed with static, cutting off communication. Before Izuku could regroup, the big, bad boss himself emerged, his muscles rippling with the effects of a quirk-enhancing serum.

His quirk was simple enough to deduct: razor-sharp claws that extended from his fingertips, cutting through steel like paper. Enhanced by the serum, they became something far worse. He moved with terrifying speed, slashing through Izuku’s defenses before he could fully react.

Fighting him alone was reckless, but Izuku had no choice. Every second wasted was another moment the villain could slip away with his cargo, which was crates filled with enhancement drugs capable of turning small-time criminals into city-wide threats.

So he fought.

The battle was a relentless blur of movement. The villain weaved between Izuku’s attacks with near-animalistic agility, his claws cutting deep with every swipe. Izuku managed to land powerful blows, but each time, the other retaliated with slashes that tore through his suit and carved fresh wounds into his skin.

He could feel the sting of each cut, the warmth of his own blood mixing with the cold rain. His body was slowing, fatigue weighing him down as his injuries stacked up. But he refused to stop. He couldn’t.

In the end, it took everything he had. A well-timed feint, a devastating smash to the ribs, and a final blow that sent the villain crashing through a concrete wall. He didn’t get back up.

Now, Izuku stumbled through the rain-soaked streets, the cold seeping into his wounds. His body burned with pain, fresh blood trickling down his arms and pooling at his fingertips. His hero suit was in tatters, barely clinging to his frame, and his breathing was ragged from exhaustion.

He needed backup.

Someone.

Anyone.

With shaking hands, he fumbled for his emergency beacon, fingers wrapping around the device strapped to his belt. One press, and a distress signal would be sent out. Even if he couldn’t move, someone would find him.

His breath shuddered in relief as he pressed the button.

…Nothing happened.

Izuku’s heart skipped a beat.

His breath caught in his throat as he pressed it again. Harder.

Still nothing.

His pulse spiked as he brought it close to his face, frantic eyes scanning for any sign of life.

The tiny indicator light was dead, and the casing cracked so badly, few of its broken pieces were missing. Water dripped from its surface, seeping into the circuits.

His emergency beacon is fried. Toasted. Fucked. He’s fucked. Izuk’s so fucking fucked.

A cold knot formed in his stomach.

He forced himself to breathe. He still had options. If he could just rest, just hide—

His gaze flicked to a narrow alleyway up ahead.

With sheer effort, he dragged himself inside, pressing his back against the cold brick wall. His body screamed for rest, limbs trembling, exhaustion threatening to pull him under.

It was dark, and desserted.

No one would find him here.

Or so he thought.

"Izuku~?"

His breath hitched.

A familiar, lilting voice. Too close.

He barely had time to turn before a blur of movement, a flash of blonde strands followed by giddy giggles—

A weight crashed into him, knocking him flat on his back.

Izuku barely registered the impact before he found himself pinned. His breath whooshed from his lungs as his back hit the wet pavement, the weight of another body settling firmly atop him. His muscles screamed in protest, his battered body barely capable of resistance.

Golden eyes gleamed down at him, wide with excitement, her grin stretching ear to ear.

"Hah~ What do we have here?"

Toga Himiko.

Izuku's stomach twisted.

She was drenched like him, rain-slicked hair clinging to her face, droplets sliding down the curve of her grin. Despite the downpour, her eyes burned with an unsettling intensity, flickering over his torn suit, his raw, bleeding skin, the way his chest heaved with exhaustion.

Suddenly, her breath hitched.

"Oh wow," she whispered, voice thick with delight. "Izuku, you're such a mess."

She shifted, her weight pressing down harder on his waist, her fingers ghosting over the blood pooling at his collarbone. A shiver ran through her, full-body, her pupils dilating as her grin stretched wider.

"You fought so hard, didn’t you?" she cooed, tracing a scratch along his jawline with her fingertip. "All alone, bleeding everywhere just for me to find you like this. It’s like a dream come true~!"

Izuku gritted his teeth, trying to shove her off—only for his arms to give out halfway. His breath hitched as pain lanced through him, his limbs trembling from exertion.

Toga beamed.

"Aww," she crooned, tilting her head. "Poor baby."

Her fingers curled around his wrists, effortlessly pinning them above his head. Izuku barely had the strength to struggle, his body sluggish, barely responding.

Toga leaned in, her breath warm against his throat, her heartbeat racing where her chest pressed against his.

"You're so warm," she murmured, nuzzling against his pulse, inhaling deeply. "And you're still fighting to stay awake. Mmm, that's so cute, Izuku~"

Her lips brushed against his skin, just shy of a bite.

Izuku tensed.

"Toga—"

"Shhh." She squeezed his wrists, voice laced with giddy affection. "You must be sooo tired. Why don’t you let me take care of you, hm?"

Her free hand drifted lower, fingers skimming the torn fabric of his suit, pressing against fresh cuts. Her nails dug in just enough to make him flinch, just enough to remind him how vulnerable he was.

Toga shuddered.

"You look so beautiful like this," she whispered. "All bruised and bloody and mine~"

Izuku's pulse spiked.

His instincts screamed at him to fight, to throw her off, to run. But his body—the same body that had fought through Hell only minutes ago—refused to listen. His limbs were heavy, sluggish. Every inch of him ached, torn between pain and bone-deep exhaustion.

And Toga knew it, and she thrived on it.

Her golden eyes drank him in, hunger flickering beneath her lashes. Her fingers trailed over his torn suit, pressing against raw, open wounds. Not hard enough to truly hurt, but enough to make him feel it, a reminder of how helpless he was beneath her.

"You’re not even trying to push me off anymore," she giggled, voice honeyed with delight. "You must be soooo tired, Izuku~"

Izuku swallowed, forcing himself to glare. "Get off me, Toga."

"Aww, but you don’t sound like you mean it," she teased, tilting her head, her damp blonde hair sticking to her cheek. "You could’ve bitten me, scratched me, used that last little bit of fight left in you... but you didn’t."

His jaw clenched.

He hated that she was right.

If it had been anyone else—Shigaraki, Muscular, or literally any villain that hated Izuku, the kind that wouldn’t hesitate to slit his throat while he was weak—he wouldn’t even be breathing right now.

But it was Toga.

And as much as she terrified him, as much as she set his nerves alight with unease, she hadn't killed him. She wouldn’t kill him.

She liked him too much for that.

That realization settled uncomfortably in his chest, warring with the exhaustion dragging at his bones.

He should be struggling. He should be resisting.

But…

…He wasn’t.

And that scared him more than anything else.

Toga hummed, watching the flickers of emotion dance across his face before flashing him a sharp, knowing grin.

"You're thinking so hard right now~" she cooed, fingers slipping beneath the shredded fabric of his suit, brushing over bruised, overheated skin.

Izuku shivered.

It wasn’t just from the cold.

Before he could react further, her hand slid lower, pressing against the heat straining against his ruined suit.

Toga squealed.

"Oh my god." She cackled, her breath hitching in sheer delight. "Guess what else is hard about you now."

Izuku wanted to die.

His face burned, a flush creeping up his neck that had nothing to do with fever or exhaustion. His entire body tensed, torn between mortification and something else, something far more dangerous.

Toga thrived off his reaction, practically vibrating with excitement.

"Izuku, are you enjoying this?"

Izuku stiffened. "No."

"Awww, Izuku~" she purred, rolling her hips just enough to make him feel her. "You’re sooo cute when you’re flustered. Are you sure you don’t like this?"

Izuku gritted his teeth, forcing his breath through his nose. "This isn’t— That’s not—shut up."

Toga’s breath fanned against his ear, her voice breathless. "You could still push me off, you know~"

Izuku’s fingers twitched in her grip, but he didn’t move. Couldn’t.

Toga hummed in satisfaction, her fingers finally releasing his wrists to trace down his arms, over his chest, nails scraping ever so lightly over sensitive skin. "See?" she whispered. "You like this."

Izuku clenched his jaw, willing himself to fight back, shove her away, stop this before it spiraled further.

But then she rolled her hips again—just slightly, just enough to send a jolt of sensation racing down his spine—and his restraint cracked.

A sharp exhale left his lips, his hands snapping up to grip her waist, fingers digging into the soaked fabric of her uniform.

"That’s it, Izuku~" she breathed, voice dripping with satisfaction. "Just let go."

The words barely had time to settle before she dipped her head, lips trailing teasingly close to his jaw, her body pressing against his in a way that left no space between them.

"Toga..."

His voice was strained, caught somewhere between a plea and a warning.

She responded by trailing her lips down to the hollow of his throat. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the salt on his skin, the heat of his pulse beneath her lips.

"Mm-hmm?" she hummed, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns along the waistband of his pants.

Izuku shivered, his grip on her waist faltering. The cool night air barely registered against the fire creeping up his spine. His body was still buzzing, caught between exhaustion and the intoxicating press of her touch.

Then, her hand slipped beneath the fabric, her fingers wrapping around his cock with a teasing, languid stroke.

Izuku sucked in a sharp breath, his body instinctively jerking toward her. His fingers twitched against her hips, torn between pulling her closer and pushing her away.

"Toga, wait—"

"Wait for what, Izuku~?" she giggled, her thumb rubbing circles over the sensitive head of his cock. "You don't really want me to stop, do you?"

His breath hitched. Words refused to form, his voice swallowed by the overwhelming sensation building inside him. All he could do was shake his head, his eyes locked onto hers as she continued to tease him with her hand.

Toga’s grin widened, wicked and knowing. "That’s what I thought."

She kissed him then.

Soft at first, teasing, coaxing him into surrender. But the moment he responded, the moment his hands slid into her damp hair and his lips pressed back with need, she deepened it, tilting her head to claim him fully.

Her hand moved in tandem with the kiss. Slow, then faster, drawing out every little sound he tried to swallow. She relished the way he trembled against her, how his cock tensed beneath her touch.

When she pulled away, both of them were breathing hard, lips slick and parted. She didn’t stop, though. Her hand kept moving, her strokes firm and unrelenting.

"Let go for me, Izuku," she smiled. "Want to see you come, come on~"

A broken moan escaped him as his body tensed, the coil of pleasure in his gut snapping all at once. His fingers tightened in her hair, his head falling back against the brick wall as a wave of bliss crashed through him.

"Toga—!"

He gasped, shaking beneath her as he spilled cum into her hand.

Toga giggled, breathless and pleased, as she pulled her hand from his pants, fingers glistening in the dim alleyway light. She licked her lips, eyes practically sparkling as she watched the aftershocks shudder through Izuku’s body.

Izuku, for his part, was still catching his breath, his head tipped back against the cold brick wall, his damp bangs sticking to his forehead. His body felt like a live wire, thrumming with overstimulation, exhaustion, and the lingering heat of Toga’s touch.

A deep exhale left his lips. He needed a moment. Just one moment to process everything, to gather his bearings—

But Toga had other plans.

Before he could react, her hands were already at his waistband, tugging at the ruined fabric of his hero suit with intent.

Izuku blinked, a sluggish wave of confusion cutting through the haze. "Wait—" His voice was hoarse, barely above a murmur. "What are you—?"

Toga pouted at him, golden eyes flicking up to meet his. "What does it look like, silly?" she teased, her fingers hooking into the material, tugging insistently. "I’m getting a better look at my favorite hero~"

Izuku swallowed, his face heating again with a furrow of his brows. "Toga, we’re in an alley."

"And?" She grinned, unbothered. "It’s dark. It’s quiet. No one’s around."

He huffed, shifting slightly, his muscles protesting the movement. "It’s also wet. And freezing. And I’m still half-conscious from blood loss."

Toga hummed thoughtfully at that, as if considering his words, but her hands didn’t stop moving. If anything, she doubled down, tugging his pants lower, exposing more skin to the cold, rain-dampened air.

Izuku shivered, half from the temperature, half from the way her fingers brushed against his thighs, deliberate and teasing.

"Toga," he tried again, voice tighter, "don’t you think we should, y'know, move somewhere a little more… comfortable first?"

Toga giggled, leaning in until her breath tickled his ear. "Aww, that’s cute, Izuku~" she cooed. "You think I have that kind of patience."

Izuku stared at her, deadpan. "You should."

She only laughed, her grip tightening as she pressed herself closer, her body warm despite the rain. "But I don’t~"

Izuku let out a slow breath, realizing, with no small amount of exasperation, that arguing was pointless. Toga had always been like this, always so relentless, eager, ruled by impulse rather than logic.

And maybe, just maybe, some part of him wasn’t entirely opposed to it.

Still, he could at least try to be the reasonable one here.

"If we get caught like this, I’m never living it down," he muttered, his grip instinctively landing on her wrist as she continued to work at his clothes.

Toga beamed at him. "Then don’t get caught~"

That… was not reassuring. At all.

But even so—

Izuku's grip on her wrist slackened, a quiet sigh escaping him, resignation written all over his face. Toga took that as all the permission she needed.

With a sly grin, she tugged his pants down further, exposing his still-semi-hard cock to the cool air and the pattering rain.

A pleased hum left her lips as she drank in the sight of him, flushed to the ears. “Mmm, still so sensitive,” she purred, fingers curling around his cock again, giving a slow, deliberate squeeze.

He twitched in her grasp, a sharp breath hitching in his throat as his body tensed once more.

"Toga, wait, hold on—"

He started, but the words died on his lips as she positioned herself, straddling his hips once more, her skirt hiking up around her waist. Toga's eyes flicked up to meet his, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"Why wait, Izuku?" she breathed, her hands moving to grip his shoulders as she positioned herself above him, her folds, dripping with anticipation, pressing against the head of his cock. "You feel so good like this... I just want more."

He parted his lips to speak, but the only sound that escaped was a sharp gasp as she sank down onto him, taking him in slowly, inch by inch. His hands instinctively flew to her hips, fingers pressing into her soft skin as he struggled to ground himself, to cling to even a shred of control.

Toga let out a low, shuddering moan, her lashes fluttering before she fixed her gaze on him, dark with pleasure.

"God, Izuku," she murmured, her hips beginning to move, rolling and grinding against him with maddening ease. "You feel even better than I ever dreamed."

The rain pounded against their bodies, mingling with sweat and cum, drenching them in a cool, relentless downpour. Toga barely noticed. Her gaze was fixed on Izuku, on the way the water traced his skin, running down the curve of his jaw, over the bruises already forming on his neck, and mixing with the blood still trickling from the cut on his forehead.

The red streaked down his face, diluted into pale pink before vanishing into the rain. It was mesmerizing. Beautiful. Her breath hitched as a shiver ran down her spine, not from the cold, but from something that ache within her, curling tight in her gut.

Izuku groaned beneath her, his fingers tightening around her hips as he bucked up to meet her, dragging her back to the present. She gasped, her grip slipping to his shoulders, nails digging into rain-slick skin.

"Ah—Izuku," she moaned, her voice nearly lost in the downpour, her body moving instinctively, chasing the heat building between them. "God, you’re perfect like this."

His eyes, dark with something unreadable, flickered up to meet hers. The cold, the ache, the bruises... none of it mattered. The only thing that did was the heat, the pressure winding tighter, the rhythm they found together, moving in sync as the rain poured down around them.

Toga's breath hitched, her eyes widening as Izuku quickened their pace, the rain-slick friction sending shivers up her spine. Her fingers wove into Izuku’s damp hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp as she tugged, her lips parting in a breathless moan.

"Yes, Izuku," she gasped, her voice nearly swallowed by the downpour. "Just like that—keep going."

Izuku gritted his teeth, his grip on her hips tightening as he fought against the burning tension coiling deep in his core. The way she moved, the way she looked at him—wild, desperate, so utterly lost in him—was overwhelming. His breath came in short, ragged bursts, every nerve alight as the pressure inside him wound impossibly tight, threatening to break.

"Toga," he gasped, his body tensing, fingers digging into her hips as he fought against the inevitable. "I—"

She silenced him with a kiss, slow and deliberate, her lips brushing against his in a way that sent shivers down his spine.

"Let go, Izuku," she murmured against his mouth, her breath warm despite the rain. "I want to feel it. Just for me."

His body obeyed her command, his release crashing through him like a wave, his cock pulsed inside her, once, twice, before filling her with cum. A sharp gasp left his lips, his hands gripping her tightly as the last tremors of pleasure wracked his body.

Toga let out a satisfied moan, her own body shuddering as she came as well, her release washing over her in a warm, tingling wave. She clung to him, her fingers curling in his damp hair, savoring the heat between them before the rain threatened to steal it away.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, lingering kiss. "That was..." she started, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right word.

Izuku let out a weak chuckle, his grip on her loosening slightly.

"Yeah... yeah, it was something..." his voice trailed off, and his eyelids fluttered.

Toga tilted her head, purring as she traced idle patterns on his chest. "We should do it again. Maybe somewhere less wet. Or not, I kinda liked the rain—"

"Toga," Izuku mumbled, his voice suddenly weaker.

She paused, eyes flicking to his face. He was pale, too pale, actually. His breathing was uneven, his lashes trembling as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

"Sorry to kill the mood," he muttered, voice barely above a whisper, "but I will literally die from blood loss if we don't—"

Toga balked. She had noticed the blood and wounds all over his body, duh. But it wasn’t until now that she saw the way his body slumped against hers, breath shallow, and normally bright green eyes dulled with exhaustion. Then it actually hit her.

He was losing too much blood.

Izuku was dying.

Like, for real.

(Normally, she wouldn’t care. Her victims could bleed out all they wanted, and she'd simply enjoy the sight.)

(But this was Izuku. She couldn’t let him die. She wouldn’t let him die.)

"Oh," she breathed, her stomach twisting in a way that had nothing to do with excitement. "Oh, shoot. Okay, okay, hold on, Izuku!"

With sudden urgency, she scrambled to pull his clothes back into place, hooking an arm under his to keep him from collapsing completely. "Okay, okay, not how I planned for this to end, but I got you!" she babbled, lifting him with surprising ease.

Izuku groaned, swaying slightly. "I don't see how else this could end, frankly," he mumbled.

Toga ignored him, tightening her grip as she half-dragged, half-carried him forward. "Nope! Not letting you die, Izuku! You're too cute to be a corpse just yet..."

Izuku groaned. "Toga. Hospital."

"Yeah, yeah, I got it! Just so you know, if you do die: dibs on all of your blood!"

"Priorities," he muttered, but his words were already slipping away as the edges of his vision blurred.

On one hand, he regretted not double-checking his beacon as he could’ve avoided all of this nonsense.

On the other hand…

Izuku would never admit it, but if given the chance, he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.

The last thing he felt was Toga holding onto him tight, her hurried footsteps splashing through the rain.

She'd get him help. Probably.

Hopefully.

Maybe.