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Two yellow eyes blinked open slowly, trying to get used to the low light that was previously draining through her eyelids. There was a lamp on top of a dresser to her left and above that a window where the moonlight was pouring in. She tried to lift herself up but only managed to get multiple pains shot up through her left side. She made a small groan from the pain.

"Don't move too much you're really hurt," a voice said.

She turned her head over to the right and saw the boy she had previously tried to kill.

"Where…" she attempted to look around and found she was in an unlit room with a small desk to the right side of the bed where she came face to face with the green haired boy. She also noticed all the All Might posters, merchandise, and propaganda plastered throughout the room. The sight made her cringe a bit.

"I hope you are comfortable," he said nervously. He walked over to her and began to adjust a bunch of mismatched pillows from behind her head saying, "I didn't know if I had enough support for your head and back, and it was difficult to know what angle you preferred to sleep at without talking to you beforehand so—" Izuku continued rambling as he reached slowly down towards her. Toga flinched instinctively as he gently lifted her up. He began to put some of the pillows behind her at a better angle to prop her up when he suddenly noticed her face.

"Oh sorry, did I hurt you! I didn't mean to—"

"No it's just…" her voice weakly managed to say. His hands felt powerful, yet gently constrained as she was lifted ever so slightly. She could now see him much better. He smiled uneasily as she slightly blushed, his muscular arms resting over his head as he played with his mass of messy green hair. She also noticed he had a couple of large scars on his right hand and forearm which gave him a rugged look despite his babyish face.

"He doesn't look bad," she thought. "Pretty hot actually," Now that she was propped up better she could accurately see her surroundings and looked down to find an All Might bed matching the rest of the room's decor. At that moment she couldn't even find herself to be disgusted at the boy's merchandise and instead weakly laughed.

The boy looked back with a scrutinizing face and in a suspicious tone said, "What's so funny?"

"You're such a fanboy!" She replied making him loosen up again with his cheeks turning red. She began to blush back, returning to her more usual face.

"W-well h-he inspires me thats all," he stammered looking down to hide his embarrassment.

She giggled slightly earning a sharp pain into her side again. She began to adjust the covers to see the source of her injury but was shocked to see herself wearing a long green sweatshirt with the words, "PLUS ULTRA" written in black ink along the chest. She was also fit with a pair of grey, baggy All Might sweatpants that were equally soft. A sudden realization hit her during her semi-loopy state (an effect from the painkillers that were beginning to act with full force).

"Is something wrong?? Is it the clothes? Oh I'm sorry about that, I could buy you some clothes tomorrow after school, but I didn't have enough time tonight. And I also don't know your size, but I guess I could look at your other clothes, but they are sort of ripped from the crash…" he rambled on. She shook her head covering her face with the sleeves of the oversized sweatshirt.

"That's not it!" She was actually thinking about how he had UNDRESSED her to put HIS own clothes on her body and then laid HER in HIS bed. She kept her face covered as she knew she was blushing insanely hard and could actually feel the heat radiating from it. The girl felt extremely vulnerable yet her usual spouts of insanity that often crawled through her brain seemed to be dormant for the time being. Most likely due to her drugged state she felt extremely embarrassed and exposed, but the boy had not done anything to harm her. In fact he had helped her even after she tried to kill him. She glanced up at him.

"Something is definitely not right here. This is not how people act. What is he planning?" She didn't trust him.

Izuku was thinking something similar. She was just covering her face with her hands and was… playfully mocking him? "She seems almost too docile. So much different than when she was trying to kill me. She is definitely planning something. I gotta keep my guard up even if she is injured for the time being."

Izuku turned around quickly and began to walk out of the room saying, "I'll get you something to eat, now get some rest alright?"

The blonde called after him, "Wait, before you do, what is your name? We didn't exactly introduce ourselves."

"I'm Izuku Midoriya and you?"

"Himiko Toga," she half yawned as sleep began to settle in again.

"Y-you have a nice name Himiko," then he opened up the door and walked out leaving the room in darkness.

Himiko watched him leave and felt a genuine smile come over her face.

"That's the nicest thing someone had said to me in a long time. But what game is he playing? Why did he bring me to his… house? None of this makes sense, but he has to have some motive,"

She slowly began to drift off, sinking into the soft covers and large mattress.

…

Pain erupted from the blonde's side jolting her awake. Subconsciously rolling over in her sleep was not a good idea. She was panting and her breathing was ragged. She took this time to look at her bandaged self and got flashbacks to the cars headlights blinding her, then an even more blinding pain as it had hit her.

"This injury is worse than I thought," she whispered.

She remembered where she was again and looked to the left side of the bed where the dresser sat with a dimmed lamp on top of it. Joining the lamp was a bowl of shoyu ramen accompanied by a pair of chopsticks gingerly resting on top of the bowl. She grabbed it carefully expecting it to be hot but it felt lukewarm in her hands.

Toga lightly took the chopsticks and ate some. Her eyes widened. Although it was lukewarm it tasted amazing. All the ingredients complimented each other and she realizes just how hungry she was. Before joining the League less than a week ago she was living alone and not able to afford much for food. Even after joining the league she wasn't given much, and was "supposed to be rewarded after her mission was a success" Shigaraki had said. Himiko ravenously ate the rest of her meal and put the bowl down with a plop. She smiled contently and looked over to her right surprised. Positioned facing her was Izuku slumped over in a desk chair.

His chest slowly moved up and down as he steadily breathed over his textbook on his lap.

"He fell asleep studying then, he must really be determined to be a hero. I mean he did have the skills," she thought back to their fight and then again back to the collision. Her head hurt recalling the memories.

"He warned me of the car," Toga vaguely remembering him yelling for her to watch out when the vehicle came into sight, "but it wasn't like he could do anything about it, except—except he did… he brought me here," she continued as more confusion entered her thoughts. "He has to have some motive right? Right?"

"Well I'm stuck here for now," the blonde thought as she began to get comfortable again.

"So I'll have to see what the future will hold."