-x- Third Person POV -x-

Uraraka's throat became dry. "Deku...?"

"Stop calling me that stupid name!" Toga spat, enjoying every moment of this. "The dumb blonde," she jabbed her finger towards a surprised Bakugo, "Only gave it to me to tease me! I only let you call me that because I didn't have any other friends. You were just a tool."

Tears welled up in Uraraka's eyes, and Iida stepped forwards, anger clear on his features. "Midoriya, you-"

"Oh, the class president," Toga rolled her eyes. "Always so proper and also the most stuck-up, annoying person I've ever met! And don't get me started on the redhead, Kirishima. Always going on and on and on about being 'manly.' Why don't you shove a sock in it?!"

The two boys looked hurt and confused, as if they were puppies who had been scolded.

"Bakugo, though. He's the worst out of all of you. Always yelling and insulting everyone, it's a miracle he has any friends!" She narrowed her eyes. "You're the worst person I've ever met, going so far as to tell me to kill myself while everyone around me laughed and whispered." She had been awfully surprised to learn that in one of Izuku's journals, but used it to her advantage.

The class looked surprised, eyes nervously glancing toward Bakugo while he looked somewhat hurt.

"Well," Toga huffed. "I'm sick of pretending to be the nice 'Deku,' 'Izuku,' 'Midoriya,' or whatever you want to call me!" She gave a sadistic grin, pulling out a knife. The class stared wide-eyed and terrified as she smiled at the blade, tracing it with her finger.

Suddenly, she snapped her head towards the crowd, giving them a crazed grin.

"Put the knife down, Midoriya...," Iida reasoned.

Toga sighed. "Fine." She began bending down, noticing Kirishima coming for her. Grinning, she shot back up, taking the opportunity to plunge the knife into his skin.

Kirishima, eyes wide, fell to the ground, blood seeping from the side of his stomach.

"Aww," she sighed. "I didn't hit any vitals."

The class stood frozen, staring at Kirishima as he groaned, attempting to hold his hands over his wound. They couldn't believe it. Izuku Midoriya - the kindest, most gentle person in the class - had just stabbed someone.

"Quit your gaping!" Bakugo shouted, breaking them out of their trance. "Go get the teachers, Glasses!"

Still shaken, Iida nodded.

"Oh no," Toga narrowed her eyes, "I won't let you leave that easily."

Toga grinned widely as she lunged for Iida, a fearful expression appearing on his face. He can't stop. Perfect.

However, just as she was about to reach him, she felt a sudden tug backwards. Turning around, she saw as Sero pulled her back with tape.

Gritting her teeth, Toga watched as Iida fled, bursting through the door. Just my luck.

Rolling over, Toga quickly cut the tape. Not bothering to pay any attention to the students, Toga stood, quickly pulling out Izuku's phone. After unlocking it - because, for some reason, he hadn't set a password - she went to the recent calls and tapped hastily on Shigaraki's number.

While the phone rang, she ran to the side, dodging an ice blast from Todoroki. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. Pick up, Shiga!

Toga breathed out a sigh of relief as his voice came through. "What?"

"Shigaraki!" she shouted, causing each student to freeze in place.

"S-Shigaraki...?" Uraraka croaked.

Ignoring their terror, Toga spoke quickly. "At the moment, I'm kinda sorta being attacked by 1A. I may need some help."

Shigaraki sighed at the other end. "I told you not to do something too flashy. Can't you handle it by yourself?"

"No," she gritted her teeth, eyes scanning the crowd of students. "I mean, I could if one hadn't run off to call for backup! Whatever, I gotta go. I'd rather not die today."

Toga hung up and stuffed the phone back into her pocket, annoyed that Shigaraki was of no help.

"You're working with The League of Villains, then?" Todoroki spoke up.

Toga sighed, rolling her eyes. "What of it?"

Todoroki narrowed his eyes before beginning to spread ice.

"Oi, Half n Half! Give me a minute!" Bakugo shouted, prompting Todoroki to stop mid-freeze.

Bakugo launched towards Toga and she gritted her teeth. Great. She paused for a moment before remembering what she had read in one of Izuku's journals. Thanks, Izu, Toga giggled, grabbing onto Bakugo's right arm as he shot it forwards.

"Right hook, huh?" Toga grinned, lifting him upwards. "Down we go!" she laughed, slamming him into the ground. However, just before he fell, he lit an explosion, burning Toga's leg.

"Holy!" Toga yelped, leaping out of the way. She looked down at her injury and hissed before shaking her head. Whatever. It's fine. I can win against them, or at the very least keep them at bay.

Straightening herself, Toga continued to push them back. Uraraka quickly ran towards her, hand outstretched, but Toga ducked and the girl stumbled forwards.

"Nice try, Uraraka," Toga grinned. She stepped backwards, arms outstretched. "What do you think you can do against me? I've documented all of your quirks, which includes weaknesses. There's no way you'll be able to defeat me."

Suddenly, though, Toga felt something wrap tightly around her wrist. Oh yeah.

She began to turn, but was suddenly tackled to the ground, face pressed against the ground. She groaned as her knife was kicked away, Kirishima's blood still splattered on the blade. A pro - who she recognized as Ectoplasm - surrounded her with his clones while Midnight tended to Kirishima. I gotta get out of here fast.

"What do you think you're doing?" Aizawa's gruff voice asked angrily.

"Lying on the ground," she responded, annoyed. However, her eyes widened as she felt her disguise melt away. He's using his quirk.

She narrowed her eyes before holding her breath, erasing her presence.

Aizawa suddenly stood up, allowing her to get away. "What?!" he said, eyes wide.

Using their panic to her advantage, Toga quickly slipped out the door, her lungs burning as she ran through the nearby forest. She took note of the large group of teachers outside, continuing to hide her presence. And, unfortunately, her disguise, although not being erased anymore, was still damaged.

Once she felt she was far enough, Toga leaned against a tree, gasping for air as she dialed Shigaraki's number again.

"I got out. Get Kurogiri over here."

Shigaraki's voice had clear signs of annoyance. "You've hung up on me. Twice."

"Whatever!" Toga huffed, "If you don't come here soon, I'm going to be captured and they're going to find out!"

Shigaraki sighed, grumbling. "Fine. Where are you?"

Glancing at her device - made specifically for situations in which Kurogiri was needed - she began rattling off her coordinates. And, within mere moments, the purple portal appeared.

Straightening herself, Toga quickly walked into the portal, a light blush on her cheeks. I'm coming, Izu~.

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Izuku's body shook with ragged breath. And, although it was cool in the room, he felt unbearably hot.

Dabi walked into the room, shoes clacking against the concrete. "Toga insisted that you need to eat real food, so I guess it's your lucky day."

The boy raised his head slightly, stomach rumbling. Saliva dripped down his chin as the scent wafted towards him, a fierce hunger overcoming him.

Crouching down in front of Izuku, Dabi held a spoon to his lips. "Let's not have a repeat of last time. Just eat."

A chill ran down Izuku's spine, eyes flickering towards the hastily-bandaged burn on his skin. He blinked, remembering the screams that erupted from his stomach as a doctor treated his burns, the boy too scared and too much in pain to think. Just a few bites can't hurt... Can they?

He gulped as he raised his head, heart pounding. His mind screamed at him to eat, stomach begging for any sort of sustenance.

"Eat it already," Dabi sighed, pushing the spoon forwards.

Biting his lip, Izuku closed his eyes and bit down on the spoon. And, although the taste was dull as could be, he could've sworn he was eating his mother's home cooking.

Izuku licked his lips before wolfing down the majority of the plate.

"This is so weird," Dabi muttered. "But Toga insisted that you needed to eat or she couldn't take your blood or something."

The boy raised his head, eyes wide as he gulped down the last bite. Oh.

Dabi chuckled slightly. "Guess I shouldn't have said that." He set the plate down before bringing up a glass of water. "You've already eaten, so just drink. Don't make this difficult."

Izuku's mouth suddenly felt as if it were filled with sand.

Hesitantly, Izuku pulled backwards, refusing the drink. Not having any more patience, though, Dabi didn't attempt to reason with him.

He quickly reached out and wrapped his fingers around Izuku's throat, eyes narrowed. "Drink it or you get burned."

With Izuku's moment of reluctance, Dabi sparked a small flame that barely flickered for a second, but it was enough to spark an incredible cry of pain from the green-haired boy.

"So, what is it?" he asked, words sharp.

Izuku heaved, which Dabi took as an opportunity to place the glass to his lips. As the pain shot through his throat, his lips trembled, and the cool liquid was poured into his mouth.

Dabi tilted his head back, forcing Izuku to swallow, wincing as he did so.

"Jeez," Dabi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he stood. "It would be so much easier if you just gave in next time."

Izuku watched helplessly as the man walked away, a strange sense of longing in his heart. Although he was a villain, he was the only company he had. The green-haired boy was almost tempted to call him back, but gritted his teeth instead, biting back the urge to cry.

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oh boy

ttttttttchh....

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