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It was a foggy day, and Ochaco was lying in her dorm, secluded from class A. She looks in the corner, seeing Himiko Toga.
“Toga..?”
As soon as she says that, Toga lunges at Ochaco, biting into her neck. Ochaco attempts to scream for help, but no words come out. Toga continues to suck and bite her, her eyes full of pure need. Ochaco can feel her consciousness slipping away, the last thing she sees being a blood stained toga. She jolts awake, panting heavily, reaching to touch her neck. There’s a small bite mark on her neck, and she freezes.
“What the-“ she says breathlessly. She cards her fingers through her messy hair, attempting to fix it.
“Hah, stupid. She’s not really here! Who knows where she is…” She sighs to herself. She groans , making her way to the shower. She steps in front of the mirror, looking at her form, noticing more than one mysterious bite mark on her neck and collarbone. Her fingers graze over the marks, before hauling off her pyjama top. She stares at herself for a long moment in the mirror, staring at her belly. To her, it’s a lot of fat sagging down above her pants. Ochaco sniffles, pulling off her pants, feeling her thighs.
“So fat..” She comments.
As she looks at her body, she feels a wave of nausea come over her.
“Disgusting.” She swiftly covers the mirror with a towel. The fact she can’t see her body relaxes her. She steps into the shower, the warm water cascading over her body, soothing her. She starts to hum a soft tune, trying to think of the school day ahead of her, with all her friends, her favorite teachers, but no Toga.
She steps out of the shower onto the cold tile floor, drying herself with the towel which was hung on the mirror earlier. While buttoning up her uniform shirt, she sees something move in the corner of her eyes.
“Hi, Ocha~”
That voice, it sounds familiar. Ochaco tries to ignore it, but that feeling that someone- something- was watching her, made her uneasy.
“What was..-“
Ochaco tries to ignore it, pulling on undershorts and her uniform skirt, which she made sure was longer, to hide her thighs. She crouches down to the sink cabinet, grabbing a blowdryer. She plugs it in, and starts to blow-dry her hair. After she finishes, she reaches for her hairbrush. As she’s brushing her hair, she notices something, multiple strands of blonde hair. Weird. No one but Bakugo has blonde hair, and he’s the last person who she’d let use that brush.
“Who the-??” She suddenly hears a thump in her bedroom, startling her, causing her to fall back. “EEK-“ She stumbles to the floor. “Oof-” After she get back up, she walks into the main part of her dorm.
She shrugs on her blazer, which was lying on a chair. Walking into her bedroom, she notices a simple note next to her drink bottle. It reads:
“dear my darling Ocha,
I accidentally dropped your drink bottle sorryyy :3 have a fun day at school, dont let anyone touch you, got it? ▬ι𓆃
dont pretend nothing happened when you return either. Trust me, I’ll find out.
byeeeee Ocha~ :D”
Ochaco inspects the room, finding her bag fully packed, her books neatly placed, her drink bottle and lunch full, and her earbuds fully charged. She looks stunned, scared even, before hurriedly putting her shoes and socks on, rushing out of the dorms, to walk with her friend, Izuku, to school.
“Deku-chan, can I tell you-“ Ochaco pauses, “Can I tell you something..?”
Ochaco grips Izuku's wrist, dragging him behind a nearby tree.
“Deku-kun.. I think Him- .. Toga.. I think Toga is following me..”
A giggle is heard, “Oh, Ocha-chan~”
Izuku jumps, and Ochaco looks worried, looking around the trees for any sign of her.
“Don’t be so worried, Ocha! Just tell..HIM..” she pauses, “That he won’t say a thing.”
Ochaco looks around, still finding no sign of the girl, “P-promise you won’t say anything, Deku-kun..”
Izuku looks around, stunned, “I promise.”
That was that. Ochaco and Izuku walk cautiously the rest of the distance to the U.A campus, rushing into class just as the bell rings, signalling first period, English, with Present Mic. Oh lord. Ochaco sits in her seat, fiddling with the hem of her skirt.
“LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED, YEAHHH!!” Present Mic yells. Cricket, cricket… “Tough crowd, eh!??” He laughs to himself.
As Present Mic rambles on about the English homework, Ochaco's mind is elsewhere, thinking of someone, thinking of Himiko. Why was she here?? Why was she drawn to Ochaco?? The English period goes by in a blur. Class A walks to the changerooms, to change into sport uniform. While everyone is changing, Ochaco can’t help but look at the other girls in the room, their perfect bodies, perfect thighs, stomach, face.. And Ochaco was just there, looking at herself in the locker mirror. “Ugly.” She thinks to herself, before shutting the locker and tying her shoelaces together. She walks behind the rest of the class, still thinking of Himiko. As the class starts, Aizawa-sensei explains what’s happening, but Ochaco’s mind is elsewhere. Next thing she knows, Ochaco finds herself paired with Bakugo for sparring.
“Oi, pink cheeks, you gonna zone out, or you gonna fight??” He says in a mocking tone. Ochaco doesn’t immediately answer, too absorbed in her thoughts. Out of nowhere, Bakugo aims an explosion at her. “ROUND FACE!!” He yells, “I asked you a question. We're going to fight, or you're gonna stand there all day??” At the nickname ‘Round face’, Ochaco touches her face lightly, feeling all the fat. “Y-yeah.. Sorry, bakugo..” She replies. Bakugo scoffs, before beginning sparring. A few hours later, everyone is returning to the dormitory common room, whereas Ochaco hurriedly goes back to her room, unpacking her bag and taking off her blazer. She looks around the room, seeing another note.
“Dearest Ocha,
I saw you sparring today, I loved it~ though, I also saw you with that blonde boy. So, i think it's best if you don't talk to him now.
P.s i bought mochi and put it in the fridge 4 u :D”
“Ooh, Mochi, my favorite!” Ochaco thinks to herself, walking to the kitchen. She passes the microwave, seeing her figure, her hands moving to the fat. “I’ll just eat it tomorrow.” She makes her way to the bathroom to change. As soon as she gets in the bathroom, she covers the mirror once again. She changes into a baggy t-shirt and loose pants, with fluffy socks, before walking back into her room and finding a note on her bed. She sits down on her bed, hugging her pink flower plush, while reading the new note:
“Ocha i saw u check ur body. Why aren't you eating your mochi, r you feeling sick??
But, Ocha… i love your body, and u should too :c p.s please eat your mochi its yummy :3
From Himiko ᢉ𐭩”
That was the first time she used her name in a letter. Was she seriously worried about Ochaco? Picking up a pen from her desk, Ochaco writes back to Himiko before getting a singular piece of mochi. The note reads:
“Dear Himiko
Thanks for the mochi, i appreciate it :3
And im ok, dont worry, sweet.
also when can i see you in person :c
From Ocha”
Ochaco lays in her bed, putting on a random TV show. As she eats her mochi, she hears a thump in the bathroom. “I’m not even going to TRY to investigate that.” she thinks to herself.
“Ocha…”
“EEK-” Ochaco yelps, falling off her small bed, stumbling to the floor. “What was-” she wonders. She crawls back into her bed, snuggling into the pillow. An hour or so later, Ochaco had fallen asleep. When she wakes up, she’s found in Himiko’s arms, her neck covered in small bite marks.
“Hey Ocha, you wanted to see me??”
Ochaco yelps, partially trying to get up, but failing miserably. “H-himiko..” She gulps nervously, scratching her neck. As she does that, Himiko giggles. “What’s funny..?” Ochaco asks.
“Nothing, nothing~ Let’s take a photo together, Ocha!!” Himiko giggles softly, pulling out Ochaco’s phone to the camera, leaning into her, “Cheese~” snap. Ochaco looks at the photo, her eyes widening in shock and… embarrassment??
“H-Himiko-!?” Ochaco is cut off by the feeling of Himiko’s teeth softly sinking into her neck. She’s overwhelmed with a sting, and pleasure. She holds back a whimper as Himiko bites her neck over and over. “Himiko.. What are you-” She whimpers softly as Himiko kisses her collarbone.
“Ocha..” Himiko whispers between kisses and bites, “Did you miss me, Ocha??” Ochaco gulps, speechless. Was this another dream?? What was going on?
“Himiko what are you doing here..” Ochaco gasps out. Himiko bites harder, soothing the sting with her tongue.
“Just saying hi~” Himiko pauses. “Answer my question, Ochaco.” Himiko's voice drops lower, awaiting Ochaco's answer. She looks up at Ochaco, getting closer to her face. “I’ve been watching. Waiting…” She leans in closer, resting her forehead against Ochaco’s. “But, I’m still part of the league, y’know? I can’t always be with you, watching you.. Sad, I know, but let's make the most out of this~” Himiko continues her assault on Ochaco’s neck, moving to her collarbone, drawing out little moans and whimpers.
“H-Himiko…” Ochaco whimpers, her hand fisting in Himiko’s hair, not pushing her away, but grounding herself. Himiko takes this as a good thing, bringing her head up to kiss Ochaco softly.
“So cute..” Himiko says, kissing Ochaco’s face repeatedly. “You taste like mochi~” Ochaco pauses, her face burning red. She stiffens as Himiko kisses her lips, before leaning in. She releases her grip on Himiko’s hair, and with a sudden burst of strength, she flips their positions, so she’s settled on Himiko’s lap. “Oh my, Ocha~” Himiko comments, clearly amused. Ochaco, on the other hand, is being driven by love, and a hint of obsession. No one else gets to touch Himiko- her Himiko like that. She kisses Himiko deeply, not sweet or soft, desperate, as if trying to claim her, to show that Himiko belongs to her. Himiko nips at Ochaco’s bottom lip, drawing blood, soothing the sting with her tongue. “You like it when I make you bleed, Ocha?” Himiko asks, tugging at her hair.
“Y-yes, Himiko… please.. I’m yours.” Ochaco submits to Himiko, which fuels Himiko’s desire.
“That’s what I like to hear.” Himiko traces Ochaco’s lips with her tongue, silently seeking entry. Ochaco parts her lips slightly, and Himiko starts ravishing at Ochaco. The room fills with quiet whimpers and moans.
“Himiko…” Ochaco pulls back, “When will I see you next?” Himiko blinks, her smile fading slightly.
“Oh, Ocha, I don’t know.. But I’ll promise you one thing, I’ll make sure to visit you as much as I can.” Himiko declares, pressing her forehead against Ochaco’s. Himiko lies down, pulling Ochaco on top of her. She buries Ochaco’s head in the crook of her neck, and Himiko rests her chin on Ochaco’s head. As they’re lying there, Ochaco feels an overwhelming sensation in her body. It’s screaming at her to protect her Himiko with her body, mind and soul. She imagines all the things she could do to the people who get in the way of her and Himiko, a shudder running through her body. Ochaco looks up at Himiko slightly.
“Himiko..?” She asks softly, “Would you let me kill for you? Hurt people?” Ochaco blushes slightly. Himiko looks at Ochaco for a second, her soft smile breaking into a maniac grin.
“Of course I would, Ocha!” Himiko exclaims, “I’ll even let you keep one of my knives~” Ochaco finds herself blushing, thinking about protecting her Himiko.
“Y-yes please..” Ochaco says weakly, nuzzling into the crook of Himiko’s neck. Himiko giggles, settling in bed with Ochaco.
“I’ll probably be gone before you wake up tomorrow morning. But I’ll leave you a note and knife~” Himiko turns to her side, cuddling Ochaco from behind. Ochaco sighs contently, moving closer to Himiko. Their relationship might be complicated, but it’s theirs.
The next morning, true to her word, Ochaco wakes up, finding no Himiko, but a note, and a knife.
“I had to go early, shiggy needed us for a mission >:c
I left you a special knife. Its pink :3
Have a fun day at school, ocha !!
From himiko ꨄ︎”
Ochaco looks next to the note, seeing the pretty pink knife. The handle had a small bow on it, and the blade was surprisingly sharp for its small size. She smiles to herself, knowing that Himoko is hers now, only hers. Forever.