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Tomura rounds the corner before the white flash of a round tail can disappear behind the front door of the school.
The night is dark and the moon is barely a sliver, hanging in the sky like the blade of a hook. Tomura doesn’t mind. He prefers it, even—the cloak of darkness is much more comfortable around his shoulders than the bright glare of the midday sun. In the dark, he can let his senses take over.
He thrusts a clawed hand through the door before it has a chance to fall shut, and slips into the school.
He takes a sniff of the air and smirks. His prey is gone, but the scent lingers like a promise.
Tomura doesn’t give chase up the stairs. He saunters, nimble and relaxed, letting his prey gain more ground on his head start. He sniffs the air again, but without hurry, letting himself be led by the scent. It smells like grass and wildflowers. The wolf boy feels a feral grin split his mouth in two.
He follows the scent through the winding corridors of the empty school. It’s past midnight, and not a soul is left to wander the halls. In the faint glow of the moonlight, only his shadow remains.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are…” Tomura sing-songs, making his way towards the scent. With a twitch of the ear, he catches a door clicking open over to the right. He walks leisurely in the direction of the sound, but his entire body is tense with the thrill of the hunt. He flexes his clawed fingers under the gleam of the moonlight, raised hackles making his shadow look even more sinister and dangerous.
The door to the auditorium is cracked open, and Tomura pushes it all the way in.
The auditorium is the biggest room in the school besides the gym, and the rows of seats draw concentric semicircles all the way up to the left. On the right side, the teacher’s desk and the projector lie bathed in shadows.
There. Barely visible behind the desk—the white puff of a tail.
Tomura bares his fangs in a hungry, wicked grin.
“You can come out now” he drawls, running a claw on the desk exceedingly slowly and letting the scratching noise creak the quiet. “I know you’re in here. Bunny, bunny, bunny…”
Suddenly, he dives a hand behind the desk and pulls up a pair of long, fluffy ears.
The bunny gives a yelp, and Tomura finds himself face to face with Midoriya Izuku from class 1-A.
“I knew it” he smirks, propping the rabbit boy up and trapping him between his body and the desk. Wide green eyes stare up at him, twin puddles of fear. The scent of meadow grows stronger, and his nose twitches almost at the same time as the bunny’s does. “It was you all along, wasn’t it?”
“P-Please don’t hurt m…”
“Drop the act.” All of a sudden, Tomura’s voice loses the playful lilt, turning stone-cold and serious. “I know.”
It’s eerie. One second, the bunny is shaking and sniffling in his grip like the perfect little prey, and the next, all the fear drains from his eyes, tears turning as dry as a desert. The transformation is instant.
“How’d you figure it out?” Midoriya asks, voice going two octaves lower and taking on a note of dark amusement.
“Honestly? I probably wouldn’t have if you hadn’t slipped up.” The wolf searches the bunny’s eyes intently, finding none of the timidness that he’d been displaying before. “But killing Bakugou? You went personal, and that’s always risky. All I had to do was find a herbivore he’d had beef with who also went to the drama club. That particular search always came up empty with the others, but this time, it didn’t.” He feels his grin grow wider. “Still, I gotta ask. How’d you take out a fucking tiger all by your bunny self?”
“You’d be surprised” Midoriya drawls, half-smiling, half-growling, “what kind of power hatred can give you.”
“Oh, you don’t have to tell me that” Tomura replies, tightening his hold on the rabbit boy’s soft, droopy ears and enjoying the involuntary squirm that follows. “I’m more than familiar with hatred.”
A long moment goes by in silence, time still but for the shift of the moonlight on the walls.
The bunny gives him a look that can only be described as hungry. He licks his lips, teeth peeking out, and Tomura finds himself doing the same.
“Never thought I’d get caught by a carnivore” Midoriya admits, pressing closer to his body. Tomura feels the bunny’s legs wrap around his hips, the drawl in his voice turning almost sultry. But, at the word carnivore, his tone drops into something close to disgust. It only makes Tomura smile wider.
“Never thought the Moonlight Murderer would turn out to be a cute, cheeky bunny” the wolf boy murmurs, letting his voice drop even lower.
Midoriya’s expression turns wickedly pleased.
“What now?” the bunny breaks the silence first, giving a slow, almost accidental roll of his hips.
“Now” Tomura growls, pushing back with a snap that has the bunny stifling a gasp in his throat, “you show me those pretty claws of yours. And, if you’re as good as they say you are, perhaps I’ll show you mine.”
The bunny’s expression twists into a leer.
“Deal” he says, and the movement is lightning-quick. It’s one heartbeat, and the bunny digs five clawed fingers right at the center of Tomura’s chest.
Tomura grins, licks his lips, and lunges.