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It had been years since she had last seen these ruins; broken down apartments of a city that no longer existed. They were overgrown with nature and housed only small animals. The lives and hopes of the people that once had resided there were long since abandoned, in a hurry and without compromise.
Ochako climbed over a toppled sofa and floated weightlessly through the door frame into the adjoining kitchen. The wall was completely blown apart and gave way to a beautiful view into a closed off backyard. She had no eyes for the sunlight that pooled in the small sanctuary, no ears for the birds that sang in the trees growing from the remnants of the surrounding houses, and no patience for the smell of the summer's flowers blooming on the debris.
The blood colored the tiles in a coppery red.
A fraction of a footprint was visible as if someone accidentally stepped into it - hastily, as if they were running from something. Ochako shivered and followed the trace to the next room. The wind cooled her sweaty forehead as she swung around the exposed steel beams, careful not to touch the floor. From somewhere she heard a chiming laughter and her heart leaped forward in fear.
It had been so long since she had last heard that voice. She followed it down the stairwell further and further until she stepped onto the soft grass. In the middle of the backyard between all the flowers lay a frail figure. Cautiously, Ochako approached it, picking up pebbles on her way. As she got closer, her eyes widened.
"I thought you were dead." Not to signal any ill intent, she squatted down.
Himiko was so much thinner than she remembered. She wore a tattered skirt and a thin t-shirt. Her hair was tangled and long, her limbs scrawny. Her eyes, however, were as sharp as always. "Ochako."
The air stood dense between them. "How are you?" the hero asked.
"Splendid." An eerily wide smile enlivened Himiko's face, showing her sharp fangs. "I wondered if you would come."
"I am here," she recited old All Might's words, unintentionally, "as you wished."
"It was clever, wasn't it? I left a note for your pretty boyfriend because I knew he'd run straight to you." With her untrimmed nails she picked around in the gaps of her teeth.
Ochako shook her head. "Izuku's not my boyfriend."
"Oh?" The girl chortled. "So you wouldn't mind if I sucked him dry?"
"Of course I would. He's still my friend."
Himiko grabbed her hand. "But he's a bad friend if he let you come here alone," she mused, intertwining their fingers. "It makes me wonder." She waited for her to say something and then carried on, "did you miss me?"
"Did you?" Ochako felt a nervous flutter inside her stomach. The afternoon sun burned on her back and sweat dripped down the inside of her costume.
The familiar chitter of Himiko's laughter resounded from the walls. "I lost everything but you."
"You could have prevented that."
"But at what cost, Ochako? Look at me. I'm free now. Coming with you would have meant to give up my happiness. My quirk. Myself." She slowly rose up, her arms buckling under her own weight. "I didn't want that."
"I'm sorry," she said, watchfully coming to help Himiko sit. "I should have listened to you sooner."
"You can't change the ways of the world all by yourself, love. By your standards I am still a villain. A criminal." Without hesitation the girl dashed forward. She grabbed the hero's arms with surprising strength and tried to hack her teeth into her suit. Ochako stayed calm, making her float so that she lost all her momentum. "You're so pretty. So soft and warm," Himiko cooed with a raspy voice that sent shivers down Ochako's spine, "let me be you once more."
She caught Himiko by the hands before she could float off. Seeing her expression, she realized that the other found great joy in how she was held. "What do you want, Himiko?"
"I ate three birds today."
"What?"
"If you keep holding me like this I might faint."
"Given your record, you would kill me if I let you go now." Even when she put Himiko's feet on the ground, Ochako needed to bend her head back to look at her. She gave her a testing look. "Give me one good reason that I should."
"You are the only one. How stupid would I be to kill someone who doesn't despise me, who wants me to live and to love however I want."
"No, you had a whole group of people by your side. You had Twice."
Pain shot across Himiko's face. "Twice is dead. And the others didn't care - the war is over." Himiko slowly raised her hands. "But- why did you come back?"
With every second Ochako's heart beat exhilarated. "It's my job."
"Right, how could I forget. You're so full of morals and principles." Her fingers closed around Ochako's throat - a slightly bitter tone in her voice. "Go back home to your boyfriend and your job and your hot morning coffee."
The grip tightened around her neck and Ochako wheezed audibly. "I envy you." She pressed the words out of her mouth, worried they would be wasted if she didn't say them now.
Himiko laughed with astonishment and pulled her into a hug. "Would you still say it if there was your blood in my mouth?" She felt the hero's racing heart and the fast, anxious breaths. "You're so cute when you're scared," she whispered, caressing the back of her neck right above the zipper of her costume.
Ochako was frozen in place while goosebumps tickled her back. Her mind told her to fight but her heart was peaceful. She leaned into the girl, returning her embrace. They were so close she could smell Himiko's skin. It had a strong flavor of freshly cut grass and sun.
The collar vanished from Ochako's neck; the top of her costume followed. Then she felt Himiko's mouth touching her naked shoulder. She kissed her lightly, slowly going towards her throat, where she licked the sweat off her skin. Carefully, she took it between her teeth and sucked it in. Ochako moaned, a tingling sensation weakening her legs.
The sharp fangs punctured Ochako's flesh and blood splattered into Himiko's mouth. She gave into the thirst as soon as the red fluid wet her teeth. Her hand lay on the hero's chest, the tips of her fingers touched the spot where her nipples stuck though the polyamide fabric - she started to move them timidly at first, but with growing confidence. She whined and trembled, her tongue stroked the other's throat and cherished every single drop of blood that it met. She hungrily leaned forward until they stumbled to the ground.
Straddled by Himiko, all thoughts vanished out of Ochako's head. She freed her sweaty arms from her suit and pulled it down, allowing the girl to directly touch her breasts. She drew sharp breaths and ran her nails over Himiko's thighs, intoxicated by the sensation of her mouth on her skin. Sensitive as they were, the girl growled against her throat, grabbing the other's chest tightly. Ochako moaned.
"Yes! More! Cry for me, my pretty, little baby," Himiko praised her after letting go of her neck. She needed a moment to catch her breath before she continued with her kisses, down between the hero's collarbones, further down her sternum and onto her chest. Her tongue flicked over her nipple, and she sucked it playfully.
White flashes of lust danced in front of Ochako's eyes. Biting her lip, she tried to resist the urge to make more noise which resulted in muffled, throaty grunts. She squirmed under her relentless teasing, her guts swirling every time the other vocalized her arousal.
Himiko left bites all over her chest, satiating her thirst with great pleasure. "So soft," she cooed, "so warm, so tasty. Kiss me, love." Gently, she cupped her mouth over Ochako's and opened her lips. The tongue greeted her, readily standing. They twirled around one another. The taste of blood, sweat and saliva intoxicated them.
"Mh, -miko." Ochako tried to speak between deep, hungry kisses. "It feels so good." Never in her life had she been kissed this way; her brain had turned into a mushy cloud and her vulva throbbed with the heavy beats of her heart.
"I'm gonna make you feel even better," she answered, grinning ominously. Then, she took her hand and brought it under her skirt. "Make me cum, darling." Simultaneously, she propped up her rear so that Ochako could reach her. The hero's fingers brushed over the fabric of her underwear, tickled her through it and tested how wet she was. Subsequently, she sank them between the folds of soaking, hot flesh. At first, she circled her index finger around her clit before she hooked it behind the hardening heap and started rubbing it in a fast, pulsating rhythm. "More," the girl hummed, closing her eyes, "you're doing so great, my love." Slowly, she moved her hips in a counter rhythm and sank onto the other's body.
Even though she had only done this to herself before, Ochako was surprised how easy it was to please her. Himiko's reactions, her moans, the contractions of her flesh spurred her pleasure and made her feel giddy and hot inside. She slid her finger over the front of the clit where it was covered with skin and flapped it from side to side, increasing the motion to a hellish speed. Her nerves burned with desire while she watched Himiko crumble under the pressure. The mouth was wide open, her eyes rolled back into the head, the spine arched, unable to contain the tension. Lustful spasms rippled through the muscles of her abdomen while she fought the incoming orgasm. Ochako pulled her close, kissed her chest and throat and mouth, tasting the sweat that ran down the back of her neck.
"Don't stop, don't stop," Himiko hissed, now mindlessly thrusting her hips against the hero's hand. Her head fell down between her arms as Ochako pushed up her shirt and bra to bite and sucked her nipples. Their gazes met as she looked down on her. She jammed her breasts into her face, watching Ochako's stunned expression as she edged herself. And then she came. Her vulva shuddered with the sudden release of energy, and her heavily twitching hips collapsed onto the other's belly. Ochako didn't let her go, stroking and kissing her through the orgasm - deliberately extending it. She only slowed down once she knew it was over.
"Me, too, -miko," Ochako begged her, "I wanna cum, too." She removed her hand out of Himiko's underwear as the other lifted herself up. Fascinated, she looked at her hand that was covered in sticky slime and then touched her tongue to it. It tasted sweet like her saliva.
Himiko watched her lick it off and smiled. "You are vicious," she said, bemused, "and so impatient." First, she kissed her mouth, then her nipples, and then slowly pulled down the rest of her costume, kissing her all the way down to her belly button. When she had stripped her completely naked, she opened her legs and cowered down between them. "So wet for me already." Making sure Ochako looked at her, she spread her labia and licked her most sensitive spot.
Ochako gasped, her whole body jolting with shock. Himiko's lips opened and covered her clit, her tongue fluttering and teasing it. Unable to hold back her voice, the hero moaned, and her arms, too weak to hold her, gave way under her weight. Squirming and shaking, she began rocking her hips back and forth.
Delighted by Ochako's reaction, Himiko nuzzled into her wet flesh and increased the speed of her tongue. Continuously rubbing her sweet spot, she ran the tips of her fingers over Ochako's loins. She pulsated hard around her and her legs started shaking when she began to suck at her.
Ochako's back arched off the ground. "Keep going, keep going, -miko, you're gonna make me cum!" Holding the back of Himiko's head, she pressed her mouth into her throbbing flesh, pushing herself against her tongue. She felt fluid running down her thighs, guttural, hoarse noises escaping her mouth. The wet sound of sucking turned her on even more. Her clit grew increasingly sensitive from the unaccustomed stimulation. She came fast and hard. Her whole body tensed and quivered, her flesh shuddering, yet Himiko didn't stop. On the contrary, she sucked even harder, then crawled over her and thrusted her hips against Ochako's. Intently, she enjoyed the other's vulva twitching beneath her own as it had not yet calmed down from the orgasm. Her underwear that separated their skin was soaking wet.
"Yes, darling," she moaned, reaching down to touch them both, "cum for me, cum harder." Himiko rubbed herself against the hero's sweaty body, and she winced with lust when Ochako played with her nipples.
The hero looked up at her, the knees almost crammed against her torso, automatically mirroring the pace of the other's hips. She was entirely thoughtless. Their tongues intertwined once more while Himiko mercilessly pounded her into the ground. Ochako's hands wandered down, tucked up her skirt and grabbed hold of her butt, increasing the friction.
The added pressure of her grip build up so much tension between them that they came simultaneously. Their hips jolted, rhythmically pulsing, their quivering surface fully exposed to the other. Again and again shocks ran through their bodies, seemingly unceasing in intensity. They were still coming when Himiko released their lips and her head sank down beside her.
"You did so well," the girl huffed, "see?" She lifted her hips and showed her the long, sticky strings of fluid that connected their bodies, before she dropped down on her again with a wet slap. Himiko pulled her into a tight embrace, patted her head and wiped tears and sweat off her face.
They stayed there in the small backyard; the sun circled them lazily and dried their sweaty bodies. The birds still sang as if nothing had changed, and frankly, the world hadn't changed at all.
"I envy you," Ochako repeated, her voice feeble from exhaustion. "I wish I was just like you."
Himiko shook her head. "You are, love. I am you." She transformed in Ochako's arms, and suddenly, the hero looked at her doppelganger. "Look how beautiful you are."
"It's just that-," the hero interrupted herself to find the right words, "it's just that you can do whatever you want. You always did. You don't care." A pained look crossed her face.
"I do. I love you."
"You're still a villain. All you ever do is what's best for you."
Himiko's mouth twitched. "Don't say that." She pushed her down into the warm grass, her hands around her wrists. Flowers were caught in her hair. "That's not how it is."
"You don't understand." Even if Ochako was still unsure about Himiko's intentions, she enjoyed their closeness. She shut her eyes and relished the warmth of the other's body. "I don't hate you. I could never live without you. But... you could live without me."
"What do you mean?" The doppelganger's eyes looked at her with dejection.
"Once you've had all of me, once I'm dead, you will just move on. There will always be someone who you will fall in love with."
"I would never fall for someone else," she said with such certainty that Ochako opened her eyes. "I took the risk and reached out to you, all you did was return the favor. I could have lived another life - in secret. Nobody would have known I survived. But I couldn't leave you behind." She leaned down and kissed her, just little pecks on her soft lips. Again and again and again. "You need to return to your home. To your friends and your job. I do understand. But let me have this." She stopped to look at her. "I will let you go." It sounded like a promise.
"I don't want you to." Ochako smiled. "I love you, Himiko."