Archive of Our Own

“Shigaraki was going to get a perfect body tomorrow himself”

“Star gave us a little more time”

“So...”

“It's our chance”

“Whether we find him or not, we'll all have to fight in the end”

“Tomura Shigaraki is still the greatest villain there is...as is All For One himself”

“Dabi possesses flames on par with Endeavor's”

“Himiko Toga is still playing with people”

“Star passed away, but let me tell you this...”

“Himiko Toga is still playing with people”

“To protect yourselves and those you love...”

“Himiko Toga is still playing with people”

“...use this time to strengthen yourselves as much as you can...”

protect yourselves and those you love

those you love

Himiko toga is...

“You are a delicious cupcake”

“Ochako, it's such a pretty name”

“Have you thought about me, I've thought about you a lot”

-Ochako?

The voice at her side was a lifeline that allowed to escape from the sea of memories her own mind dragged her into, even startling in her seat and immediately adopting an embarrassed expression.

-Are you all right?

-Yes... I'm sorry Mina, I'm fine.

-Are you sure? You seem very distracted.

-Yes, I was just thinking....

The pink-skinned girl was not very convinced about the supposed wellbeing of her friend sitting next to her on the big sofa they always share, she tilted her lip down and turned her big black eyes into a worried look. Impossible to blame her considering the chestnut's strange behavior since a short time ago.

Ever since she returned that early morning a couple of days ago, with a very noticeable mark on her face.

Mina opted not to harass the girl any further who remained with her eyes lowered and sad, her hands fidgeting on her tightly clasped legs and wrapped in an aura of intrigue for not knowing what's going on in her head.

The fact that Ochako sat on the left side of the couch unconsciously allowed anyone on the opposite side to see the scar on her cheek. That's another issue that almost no one ventures to talk about so as not to make her uncomfortable, but it's certainly something you can feel in the air. Everyone finds it impossible not to look at the scarred wound on Ochako's face.

-Hey girls, we just made cake -Yaoyorozu approached the sofa with two plates in each hand and accompanied by Jiro and Asui in their respective sleeping clothes -I thought a snack might lift our spirits before all the bad stuff that's coming, not to mention how tired we all are after training.

The empathetic smile of the taller girl was reciprocated by the pink-skinned girl who gratefully received the plate, however, the same did not happen with the brunette.

-Thanks girls, but I'm not hungry right now.

-It's okay, you can save it for later.

-I'll keep it for you in the refrigerator if you like.

The kind comments from Asui and Jiro respectively made her feel even worse for hiding the true reasons for her emotional state from her classmates, friends and second family.

Guilt gnaws at her insides, especially considering the most recent death of a great heroine who sacrificed herself.

-Hey, that better not get in the way of the soda I kept in there, it's an expensive brand.

-We don't even use the same refrigerator as you, idiot.

-What did you just call me?!

Ochako almost welcomed Bakugo's presence to take her a bit away from being the focus in the conversation, but, unfortunately, that inevitably meant being close to Izoku, because as soon as she looked up to find several of the boys from her class gathering in the main hall, her eyes made eye contact with him.

And something felt different now.

Since her experience with Himiko Toga she had not been able to think of things in the same way, as if during that night, something in her had been broken, or, conversely, something new had been born. A perspective that ties her heart to the blonde blood addicted villainess who left her a heart shaped scar on her right cheek as a gift...as well as having taken her virginity after an unexplained consent on her part, and the most shocking thing for Ochako, is that deep down she knows she doesn't regret it.

Mina and Jiro's argument against Bakugo continued in the background as Izoku slowly approached her to speak with a softness so typical of him that it felt like a punch in the stomach.

-Hi.

She looked at him for a few seconds in silence, battling the urge to tell him and everyone else the whole truth. To reveal that she shared intimacy with the enemy, that she risked compromising the safety of her friends, and that now her heart was quite clear about what she desired. A corrupt desire.

She was not brave enough.

-Hi Deku.

-I like your new pajamas, the yellow color suits you very well.

-Thanks, I thought I'd change my style a bit -She didn't miss the boy's glances at the scar on her cheek -How's the training going?

-Great! Today I helped Bakugo with an attack that consists of-

-You didn't help me at all, you wimp, you just served as a test dummy!

-Yeah yeah, whatever you say buddy.

-Don't yell at this hour and respect those who are sleeping!

-Ida, you know that yelling at a rabid animal won't do any-

-You're the rabid animal!

-Agh, shut up!

Deku scratched the back of his head an embarrassed smile and his eyes closed, but after opening them he was surprised to see that Ochako was silhouetted against the large window of the room, expressionless, contemplating the lawn in the middle of the night blanket. He glanced in that direction despite not knowing the girl's motives for doing what she was doing, and then returned his gaze to the scar helplessly.

It was a heart alarmingly well carved into the skin, neither too large to be deformed nor too small to be lost in the chestnut's usual blush.

When Ochako returned with it on her face, everyone's concern and medical attention was immediate. She merely said that it was criminals who did that to her, that she was overconfident in confronting them when she went out to help civilians, they defeated her and left that permanent reminder on her cheek.

The wound can be healed by the powers of adults in the U.A., but for some reason, Ochako insisted that they not do it. No matter how much they try to convince her, she won't give in to removing that mark from her face, and while, he trusts her since the day they met, he has a feeling that there are things hidden in his friend's statements.

And he's not the only one.

-Hey, you.

Ochako's head turned quickly to profile towards the speaker, and she swallowed saliva as she predicted what would come out of the mouth of the blond boy with spiky hair and his usual scowl.

-You still haven't told us how you got that ugly drawing on your face.

Everyone present was silent for a moment, some showed their immediate displeasure, others did not hide their fear for the subject in question and most remained mute not knowing what to say.

She just remained in shock sitting on the sofa.

-Bakugo...

-How could you even think of saying something like that! Have some respect!

-It would be disrespectful to assume that someone with her powers couldn't beat a bunch of pathetic villains that none of us have seen because they can't against us. It just doesn't make sense.

-Ochako already explained to the teachers what happened and to us.

-Yeah, it's ridiculous that you keep harassing her about it!

-I don't care.

-Bakugo, that's enough.

-In case it's true then she didn't use her powers well, or didn't use them at all, and in case it's not the truth then-

-I said that's enough!

-Guys please don't fight.

-We have to stay calm!

-Apologize to her!

-Damn it!

-This is not good...

-What's going on here? Shouting is heard all the way down the hall.

-Bakugo's fighting again already?

-I said apologize.

-Do it, you idiot.

-Please stop it...

. . .

Ochako sighed through her nose as she covered her face with her hands under the hot water of the shower, doing her best to clear her mind of anything but the pleasant wet embrace that relaxed the tension in her body before going to sleep.

Now the constant memories pounding at her memory mingled with the more recent ones. The gaze of all her friends pointing at her. The myriad of emotions running through those faces. An atmosphere of doubt that almost exploded into something much worse.

And despite how bad she felt, deep down she felt she deserved it.

Turned on the water faucet more to finish cleaning her hair with conditioner, closed the eyes as her hands massaged her head and traveled back to the events that started it all in the first place.

The villain league attack on the camp, the chaos that ensued and everyone fighting and running for their lives. But more than anything else, she focused on her first encounter with Himiko. Never in a million years would she have imagined what that moment would trigger in her life.

If her parents knew what goes through her head every time she thinks of that mocking, sadistic girl, what she provokes in her heart, what both did in hiding from the rest of the world...

A shiver ran down her back despite being covered in steam and hot water.

Inevitably she bit her lip with her forehead pressed against the damp bathroom wall, resisting the urge to guide her hand to the inside of her thighs.

Before knew it, she was through the door, reached her room without bumping into anyone, and finished drying off to change back into her yellow pajamas. At that time of night there was no one awake in the corridors or outside the dormitories, so that brought her a degree of calm. The silence was welcome to her as opposed to the storm that plagued her mind.

She didn't even consider it necessary to shower again since she did that after training, she simply felt she needed that moment to reflect with herself.

However, she didn't come to any conclusions she wasn't clinging to from the beginning.

She lay down on the bed with a towel on the pillow for her still wet hair, covered herself with the sheets and stared at the ceiling amidst the light darkness that was illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the window, allowing her to see the balcony and the sky full of stars. She waited patiently for the mental and physical exhaustion of training to push her into the rest she wanted so badly, at least then she would stop overthinking things.

Minutes passed and nothing changed.

One of her hands went up on its own to her cheek to caress the evidence of her passionate encounter with the villain, the index and middle fingers delineated the outline of the heart, the already scarred skin presented a very different texture to the one that made up her face characterized for being soft and smooth. Those marks were the opposite, and for some reason, it felt right to her.

As she perceived things between her and Himiko Toga, disparate.

Something inside her prompted her to push the sheets aside a little and sit on the edge of the bed, outlined towards the balcony. She kept her gaze on an invisible spot in her room without comprehending the goosebumps sensation, as if the back of her neck was bristling and her survival instincts had been activated in a second.

Slowly her eyes roamed the window from one end to the other, and then she understood her body's silent warnings perfectly.

It wasn't even too much of a surprise, not considering the context, the environment and the thoughts invading her head. It almost seemed like a logical situation. Her face remained expressionless as she watched the figure squatting on the balcony railing, like a predator waiting to pounce for prey.

Ochako didn't need much moonlight to know who that unsettling presence was staring into her eyes, she instantly recognized the white prosthesis covering the lower part of her face, just as she recognized the blonde hair with bangs and slightly messy buns on either side of her head.

Said intruder stood as still as the heroine, without breaking eye contact.

-Are you alone?

She heard the voice through the window, and her pulse was altered.

-Is that important?

-It is if I don't want to be attacked by twenty bratty wannabe heroes as soon as I cross the window.

-I could throw you to the ground myself if I wanted to.

-On the ground huh, that's funny because your powers would make me levitate, not fall. You're still not very good at threats, cupcake.

The brunette shook her head and closed her eyes trying not to look affected after hearing the affectionate nickname and to try to hide the embarrassed blush on her cheeks. She stood up and her bare feet guided her slowly but steadily towards the large window.

She did not speak until she had a clear view of the girl leaning on the railing with a sharp, feline-like gaze. Her hand landed on the glass without even realizing it and pulled to the side so that the window slid out.

Adrenaline pumped in her blood again as soon as the only barrier separating the two of them disappeared, welcoming the cool night wind.

-How long have you been there?

-Long enough.

-...

-You have a towel on your pillow, it means you took a bath, and you must smell very nice.

-...

-You look so pretty.

-You shouldn't be here, Himiko.

-I know.

-I mean it.

-I know too, I tend to do the opposite of what I should, I guess that's my second secret gift, not so secret though.

-It doesn't even cross my mind how you managed to cross the impenetrable security of the school and climb several meters above the ground to my balcony.

-I killed one of the night guards outside his schedule and took his place, no one discovered me.

Ochako's eyes widened with a mixture of fear and anger, her lips parted slightly and her breath caught in her throat. However, the mental torment was short-lived given the villain's low chuckle.

-I'm just playing with you, I didn't kill anyone...at least not anyone in this place. I have my own methods of sneaking in anywhere without getting caught, sometimes I'm impressed by how easy it is to walk right under the heroes' noses.

-Himiko...

-I won't tell you my methods if that's what you're going to ask me, a mage-killer never reveals her secrets -She rested her hands on the railing to jump down a little, take off her protective white prosthesis and smile from ear to ear with her arms stretched forward -Come on, give me a little kiss, I know you're glad to see me here.

-Not really.

-Liar.

-I'm worried about you getting caught, it puts us both in danger.

-Why?

-You know why.

-Ah, yes, I do -She narrowed her eyes, tilting her head to one side and curving her lips even more -If they don't find out then there's no problem.

-For that to happen you shouldn't be here.

The blonde made a snort tilting her head to the side and lowering her arms ungracefully.

-No greeting, no kiss, no hug and no joy in my voice, if it weren't for you I would have already regretted coming in the middle of the night, but it's the only chance I have to be with you before the coming war.

The villain's face distorted again into a grim smile as she noticed the heroine's frown after mentioning the current situation. She bit her lip as she pulled her trademark knife from under her skirt and approached the girl.

-I wouldn't like it if, in case for some reason we never see each other again, the last memory together is in an ugly, destroyed, forgotten house. Maybe we can forge new memories...

Curiously, Ochako did not back away, nor did she close the window, nor did she even panic when she felt the edge of the cold metal pressing against her throat.

She just stared into the eyes of the cause of her corruption.

-...and maybe...we can be happy again, for one night. For one night forget about everything else.

Their faces were so close that each could see the gleam in the other's eye, one being very curious and ecstatic, the other very serious and doubtful.

The villain's free hand went up the heroine's back to the back of her neck and pressed playfully at the same time as she stopped pushing the knife.

-I missed you so much, Ochako Uraraka.

-Really-really you shouldn't be here -This time she could no longer speak with the conviction of before -You shouldn't...you mustn't...

Her eyebrows gave way to the true feelings swirling inside her, feeling a weight in the pit of her stomach and a very pleasant tingle in her spine from the massage of the fingers on her neck, which soon moved up her jaw to the place the pair of golden eyes kept gazing at.

-You still have it -She whispered lost in the movement of her own finger on the outline of the scar -To be honest, I didn't imagine this would last long, considering your determination as a hero and the pressure of all your friends who would surely wish to heal your cheek.

-What others want has nothing to do with what I want.

Her words brought those feline irises to rest on the brown irises and then down to the mouth, gently and slowly brushing the lower lip with her thumb.

-And what do you want?

Ochako's last barriers began to crumble with that simple act that unleashed a surge of heat in her body. She managed to keep her knees from trembling and her shoulders from aching from how tense they were, as well as controlling the emotion that was born in her lower belly.

The memories of what they both did just a few days ago combined to the sensual caress of the thumb on her lip prompted her to jump impulsively, she held tightly Himiko's school sweater, and ignoring the presence of the knife near her skin, pulled her until their mouths met in a kiss that took the other girl by surprise.

The villain even had to blink about three times to understand that the new warm softness on her lips were a product of the contact with those of the chestnut, who was now with her eyes closed, eyebrows arched and breathing heavily through her nose. Gradually, she narrowed her own eyelids until they shared the same expression.

So much was Ochako's desire, that her feet dug firmly into the floor, almost standing on tiptoe from the urge, but having to moderate herself after the immense pleasure that coursed through her as the kiss deepened, releasing muffled sighs and sounds caught in her throat. Her fingers didn't loosen their grip on the fabric, indeed, she pulled harder, experiencing another level of lustful dizziness as Himiko's breasts pressed against hers above her clothes.

For her part, the young blonde brought her own hands to the brunette's face to hold her cheeks and caress the skin with her thumbs, a gesture that was rewarded with another tender embarrassed sound during the kiss.

They pulled away after what seemed like an eternity, just a little, just enough to take big gulps of air, which was the only noise that broke the serenity of the night.

Himiko buried her face in the heroine's neck to inhale with desperation the natural scent of skin mixed with the smell of honey and vanilla conditioner in her hair.

-Ahhh...I knew you would smell nice.

Ochako felt very dizzy, heat invaded her face, her lips tingled and her gaze expressed a glow of vulnerability as her fingers tangled in the blonde strands as if that were an anchor to keep her from falling into the imaginary abyss.

There was something about this that felt alarmingly wrong, at the same time not.

Fortunately for her moral compass, Himiko gave her no time to torment herself, resuming the kiss with more passion than before, this time wrapping arms around her neck as anyone would with their lover after years of not seeing each other.

Ochako's hands crossed over the villainess's back, taking care not to be stepped on by her as they both entered the bedroom without separating an inch. She closed the window with a swift but soundless movement before wrapping her arms around the girl again. She stepped back awkwardly until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed and it was inevitable that she would fall backwards onto the comfortable surface. She propped herself up on her elbows to look at the girl who stood in front of her smiling against the moonlight.

She had the feeling that those golden eyes shone brighter than usual.

-I like your pajamas, the yellow color suits you very well.

Ochako swallowed saliva while trying to stabilize her breathing. Himiko's statement was identical to Deku's, but the effect it had on her was very different. Not that her clothes were anything too flashy either, it was just a pair of yellow pants and long sleeved shirt.

-And I don't know if I want to take them off tonight -She grabbed Ochako's legs by the calves and lifted them to the height of her own hips, locking herself in them -Should I take off your clothes, Ochako?

The alluded emitted an embarrassed hiss and moved her left leg away the instant she felt playful fingers tickling her foot.

-I like you a lot.

She couldn't help biting her lip at the same time as her face took on more color, intercalating her gaze between Himiko's body situated between her legs and the sharp eyes that were silently devouring her.

Eventually the blonde leaned in pressing one of her knees into the chestnut's clothed vertex, snatching a gasp from her that didn't last long as they kissed again. From that moment on, there was no restraint or patience. Both girls' tongues danced in an erotic dance as hips rocked against the knee in their needy center. Moisture began to seep through the yellow fabric.

The villain stopped the kiss after biting and tugging at the heroine's lower lip, pressed the left side of her face against the bed with one hand and displayed the knife with her free hand.

Neither said anything, Ochako's chest expanded and retracted with each sharp breath and Himiko's knife moved aimlessly over the exposed neck, always switching between the sharp side and the safe side.

-I dreamed of you last night, dreamed that we were lying on the grass, in a sunset with no one else around.

Ochako gasped breathlessly and with her eyes closed with every second the dangerous weapon ran down her throat, engulfed in an exquisite tingling that led her to arch her back and expose more of her neck, biting her lip as well from the friction of Himiko's knee.

-We were both covered in blood, I think from something bad we did, but I don't remember the whole dream. Be that as it may, I felt happy, because you were there with me, and you were looking at me, and talking to me without fear of anything.

-Himiko...

-Cupcake?

-Would you love me even...if I stopped being good?

-That sounds so stupid, you could never stop being a good girl, deep down your moralistic side will always come out, and I really like that about you.

-I feel like I'm a traitor...to do these things with you...everyone would hate me if they found out -She searched for eye contact, her brown eyes adopted a gleam like the weeping of the most painful impotence -To lose everyone I love, that terrifies me.

-I think I understand what you mean, I've been visiting my old home lately, and the memories of my childhood hit me hard. I remember having the same fear as you for a long time.

The knife paused above the chestnut's exposed collarbone as the other hand caressed the heart scar on her cheek.

-There are too many things I wish had been different, some I regret and some just infuriate me. The best friend I ever had was killed by one of the so-called heroes, and I let myself be blinded by anger. It happened just before I cornered you during the evacuation of the city -A sad smile formed on her lips as she noticed the surprise on the heroine's face -I was a crazy idiot, but...we understood each other well, I lost a good friend that day, and I thought that would be the end, because no one else would accept me as I am. But I was wrong.

Now it was both hands that caressed Ochako's flushed cheeks with their thumbs, both girls' noses were inches away from touching.

-My heart gets crazier than usual every time I think you, imagine then when I can be near you. I'd give anything to make that dream I had come true, and if it can't be exactly like that, I'll settle for us being happy holding hands lying on the grass somewhere nice.

The brunette's trembling fingers went up to cling to the sides of the blonde's body.

-And as for your friends...don't worry, they're too good and silly to hate you, I could tell from the first time I attacked you all, they're like boy scouts sharing marshmallows at a campfire. They'll love you no matter what.

-Are you sure?

-Very sure, it's like what happens to me, I'll love you no matter what.

An indeterminate amount of time passed in which the silence of the night invaded that dormitory of the U.A. There was no light inside and no external distractions. Perhaps it was that calm after the emotional roller coaster they both went through that didn't allow them to predict what would happen.

The brunette's hands acted of their own accord, pulling the blonde behind her neck to kiss her and reversing positions on the bed, with her now on top. Himiko didn't complain about that, on the contrary, she opened her mouth for Ochako's tongue to enter without any inconvenience at the same time as the latter held her arms against the mattress. One of the heroine's feet stayed on the floor while the other leg rested on the edge of the bed, covering the villainess with her body while still enjoying the adrenaline rush that intoxicated her brain.

The happiness she felt after hearing Himiko's words was unparalleled, so much so that she reminded herself not to squeeze the girl's immobilised forearms too tightly.

Sooner rather than later the mouth-to-mouth contact was not enough and Ochako's lips descended the villain's neck, kissing, licking, biting. Anything that could convey her desire and passion. The soft moans that reached her ears motivated her to keep going, slipping her hands under the school jumper and feeling the warmth of the skin.

That didn't last long because Himiko sat on the bed and with a swift movement removed the garment along with the white prosthesis and anything else that was in the way, leaving her with only a black bra on her torso that didn't last long there either given the intensity with which Ochako took it off.

Both girls felt suffocated, in a good way, the air they breathed was charged with a hunger and heat that filled their lungs like a highly addictive toxin.

-Ahh...

Ochako closed her eyes as she licked the already erect nipple in front of her, coated it with her tongue and savoured the salty taste. One of her hands held her lover under her arm while the other played with the nipple that begged for attention.

In their first sexual encounter, she did not have the opportunity to see much of Himiko's nudity, which is why this moment filled her with so much excitement, noticing certain details that possibly no one else knew. The milky skin of the torso, the softness so unbecoming of an unhinged killer, the breasts that are much smaller than her own, but which were also very sensitive.

Every reaction that formed on the villain's face denoted bliss. She noticed that Himiko was blinking a lot and her eyebrows were furrowing and arching in an attempt to show more self-control than she probably had. Nevertheless, the shocks of pleasure her mouth was unleashing on the assassin's slender body, especially in such an erogenous area, were obvious to her. She grazed her teeth over the hard little button numerous times before compensating with her tongue.

-Fuck...don't stop...

She switched nipples, sucking this time, had to hold the girl back as pleasure began to cloud her judgement, to the point where Himiko wrapped her legs around Ochako's waist and sought relief by rubbing against her. She blew cold air on the sensitive flesh and smiled fondly as she watched the villainess squirm.

-Ahhh...you're so mean.

-Why?

-Because you make me behave like a silly girl.

-Isn't that what you're supposed to be? -She lifted her chin at that small victory, looking closely at the villain's scowl.

-I'm one of the most important members of the league of villains, a founder, and the prettiest one there.

-I agree with all of that.

-Especially the latter.

-That's right, especially the latter.

She left a trail of kisses between the breasts and slowly moved down the exposed skin until their positions would not allow her to go any lower. Himiko did not wait for the heroine to ask for permission, she herself released her grip on her legs at waist and lay back on the bed, but not before cutting her underwear from under the skirt with the knife that had been forgotten until now and after getting rid of that garment, it was forgotten again.

The skirt was pulled up to expose the red flower with its petals glistening with moisture.

-Wow...

-What?

-It's just that-

-Don't tell me you don't remember my pussy, you saw it a few nights ago, what a short memory you have.

-It's not that, it's just that I'm still amazed at how daring you are to do such... daring things.

-Shit, I can tell you're a good girl to the bone, you can't even say an adjective that fits the situation for fear of offending me.

-I'm sorry -Despite Himiko's words being true, she found herself smiling reassuringly, as she perceived no malice in the voice of the one she now considered her partner in evil deeds -I'll try to be less good if that's what you like.

-Sounds exciting, you could start with simple acts of villainy, like stealing a child's ice cream and popping a balloon, that would be a good start for someone like you.

-I would never do anything bad to a child!

-Agh! Good to the bone, I said it and I'll say it again.

The golden eyes looked with frustration at the adorable face of the heroine between her legs who was now laughing with one hand over her mouth, eyelids closed and head slightly lowered.

So different from the awkward, subdued girl at the start.

She snorted and pressed one side of her face to the bed as she spread her legs with arms bent at her neck, giving her full access to the brunette.

At that moment, Ochako pulled herself together and her lips remained parted as she stared at the image in front of her. Himiko Toga, the lethal, relentless and bloody assassin feared throughout Japan and one of the most wanted now, was lying half-naked on her bed and exposing her private parts to...

She frankly had no idea what she should do.

Her first instinct was to settle her knees on the floor, place her hands on the inside of her parted thighs and inhale the scent from a suitable distance.

She sighed in delight at the delight in her nose.

-Are you going to stand there all night waiting for us to be discovered or what?

-S-Sorry -She blinked a couple of times and swallowed before guiding her fingers further to the reddish apex that contrasted with the rest of the skin -What...what do you want me to do?

-I touched you the way I wanted to the first time, I'll let you choose this time.

She swallowed again, now in anticipation of what was to come as her mind decided uncompromisingly what she wished to do.

Ochako carefully moved her face closer until her nose was just above the blonde's mound, the sexual scent invading her nostrils and the queasy sensation almost making her recoil. She deposited a tentative kiss on the warm flesh and as pulled back, she licked her lower lip.

The taste was unlike anything she had ever tasted before, and while she couldn't seem to decide whether she liked it or not, her taste buds quickly demanded more, so she repeated the act, flicking her tongue out to run up and down the folds and collect as much moisture as possible.

Her eyes opened and then closed as she intensified her licking.

The hand caressing her head was the incentive that helped her to keep going even though she had no experience at all in oral sex and how to perform it satisfactorily. This is the first time she is doing it in the same way as everything new she is learning with Himiko.

She used her fingers to part the outer lips and expose more of the pink, sinewy interior that seemed to react to the air, even the darkness of the night was no impediment to making out those details. The tip of her tongue played probing the entrance below, causing the villain's hips to shudder and she kept letting out soft moans and rapid breaths.

It was at that moment that Ochako decided to attend to Himiko as best she could. She spread the wetness with her index finger and slowly moved up to remove the small hood to reveal the needy clitoris. She contemplated it for a few seconds with the intention of framing that image in her memory, and then she covered it with her tongue.

-Fuck! -Himiko arched her back with her eyes tightly closed and her free hand clutching at the sheets.

The other hand still had its fingers tangled in the chestnut's loose hair, trembling with each lunge of that tongue on her sensitive little button.

Moisture stained Ochako's mouth, chin and nose due to her inexperience with this sex act and using everything that came to mind. Licking, sucking, biting, pulling and releasing with her lips, rubbing the clit with her teeth and even blowing hot and cold air for full stimulation.

She felt so happy to rampage Himiko Toga, she didn't want to stop, she wanted to keep messing up the assassin, destabilizing the supposed control she conveyed with her disinterested attitude to social rules.

The thighs spasmed to close, so Ochako pressed both hands on each leg to keep them open as the villain's climax approached, and she could tell it wouldn't take long from the intensity with which Himiko was rubbing against her mouth.

The orgasm was subtle, came unexpectedly, no high-pitched moans, no exaggerated movements. Just a jerking of the hips, a breathless gasp accompanied by a soundless insult and a sharp attempt of the thighs to close, which were prevented from doing so by the chestnut's head still drinking the delicious nectar emanating from the flower trapped in her mouth. She lost track of time without removing her tongue and lips from the dripping center until the caresses on her head became more demanding to get her attention. And so, it happened.

She pulled back a little to devote a glance at the beautifully reddened vagina before moving her gaze up the trembling body of the assassin. The hem of her skirt was in disarray, her legs were shivering as were her shoulders, beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, neck and breasts as her torso rose and fell for the breaths of air the girl needed to calm herself. Most of her face was red and the sweat gave her skin an attractive glow that benefited from the moonlight.

Ochako could think of nothing but the warmth that invaded her chest at the sight of Himiko in such a state, and best of all, it was because of her actions.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and climbed up the bed until she was completely on top of the blonde.

Neither said anything for a long while, they just stared into each other's eyes, one silently and the other breathing heavily through her nose.

Ochako wanted to say something, or do something, anything, but Himiko's hand beat her to it by running up the outside of her thigh and slipping inside her yellow pajama trousers.

-Wait-…

Her mouth dropped open the instant those fingers made contact with her flesh, and that was when she realized just how wet she really was.

-Himiko... -She tried to speak but bit her lip and lowered her head to press her forehead against the blonde's shoulder, closing her eyes due to the blatant caresses she felt on the apex of her legs.

The stimulation lasted less time than she would have liked, there was one last touch to her intimacy before her hand slipped out of her trousers and straight into the villain's mouth. Ochako watched Himiko lick her own honey-covered fingers in amazement.

-I adore you, cupcake -She craned her neck to kiss her scarred cheek as she returned her hand to the special place -I adore you, I adore you, I adore you.

The heroine had to rest the opposite side of her body on the bed to cope with the constant stimulation to her core, it didn't even take her clothes off for the villain to push her to the confines of pleasure.

She just closed her eyes and moaned softly at the combination of fingers playing with her soaking wet center and tongue outlining the contours of her ear.

. . .

-A spy?

-Yes, there's an All For One spy in your class.

-Who? How do you know that? And why are you telling me?

-I don't know, I heard that information, but it hasn't been revealed yet which person it is, and I'm telling you now because I'm sure things will get very ugly in the next few days, and I want you to take care of yourself until then.

Ochako gazed at the pair of golden irises in front of her not knowing what to say to such a revelation. The theory of an infiltrator or spy in the A-Class has been around for some time now but hearing that from Himiko just a few days after the fight in the open sea and the news of what All For One is trying to do certainly felt like a punch in the gut.

Even more so because of the possibility that one of her friends might be a traitor.

And the fact that this came to light as the two of them lay facing each other on the bed, naked, sweaty and exhausted after the most extraordinary sex she'd ever imagined having didn't help ease her mind. She was still dealing with the sting of the bite marks on her back and the tingles running through her groin.

-I understand...I'll keep an eye out for anything.

-And don't tell anyone what I told you because they might get suspicious and-

-I didn't know you cared so much about me.

-...

-But I know what you mean too, you'd be in a lot of trouble if All For One found out you were sharing information.

-Pfff, I'm not afraid of that bald guy with the macabre smile.

-Of course.

-Yeah, though don't tell anyone I gave him that nickname.

-Not that you weren't afraid of him.

-I'm not.

Another comfortable silence fell over the room, eclipsed only by both breathing in through their noses.

-You won't get in trouble for being here with me like this?

-I didn't know you cared so much about me.

-I do.

Himiko smiled with narrowed eyes without her trademark mischief in her gaze, rather it was a combination of appreciation, expectation and physical exhaustion.

-I'll be fine.

-Okay.

-I'd like to stay longer like this.

-You can't, we could be discovered at any moment.

-Are you sure about that?

-Yes, it's better to be cautious.

-Then you should let go of my hand so I can get up and get dressed -She emphasised her point by raising the hand in which she had her fingers intertwined with the heroine's -Unless this is a new technique for holding villains.

Ochako didn't respond to the joke, just stared silently at their joined hands resting between the two. A subtle smile formed on her lips.

For her part, Himiko used her free hand to touch the scar on the flushed cheek with the back of her fingers, travelling back to the memory of the moment she made it to Ochako.

The pleasant sensation of a thumb stroking hers prompted her to make eye contact with the brown, earnest eyes.

-Maybe...you can stay a little longer.