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tears for the devil (and if it's a sin, grieve for me)

Summary:

In the aftermath of the Final War, Uraraka Ochako has to contend with her new reality, one bereft of Toga Himiko.

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She manages to keep herself in her bed to rest (every time she went to get up, she felt warmth around her shoulders and a brush of something across her lips, and it was as maddening as a half-forgotten benediction) for about a day before she has to get up and move. Her nurse, Mongoose Habuko (and Tsu was going to get an earful later for keeping that cutie away from her) had gotten her some actual clothes and a request to keep inside the hospital. And that Izukun was awake.

Izuku… she was knotted up over him. She confessed! All those boiling emotions in her chest finally came out, and it felt so good. The next step should be, obviously, to confess to Izuku himself.

But the girl she confessed to was dead. She promised to share blood, talk about romance, life, with Himiko-chan, and…

…and she was dead. Warmth and reassurance panged in her chest, but it wasn’t enough to lift her mood.

She still wanted to see Izukun, though. She looked up and realized she was standing right outside his room, oddly enough. Maybe she wandered this direction? Her legs just… took her where she needed to go. She squared her shoulders and knocked, before opening the door.

Izukun was… wan, tired, and drawn. She thought she’d seen him at his worse when they finally pulled him off the streets and forced him into a bath, but… he’d never looked so defeated. “Izukun?” He started, looking up.

“Ura-... Toga-san?!” Her eyebrows knitted, and she shook her head.

“It’s me, Dekkun. Ochako? Did Shig-” Shiggy almost slipped through her lips, and she took a second to rework the sentence. “Did Shigaraki hit your head that hard?” His face fell again, and she stepped close, taking the seat near the bed. “...I’m so sorry, Dekkun. I heard about what happened.”

“...it’s okay, Uraraka-san. I managed to talk to him, before…. before.” His fingers brushed against his chest, right over where his heart was. “He was a scared kid, you know? He just… wanted to lash out at everything else.”

“I’m so sorry Dekkun.” Her hand reached out and brushed against his, before curling around it, and squeezing gently. “Is there anything I can do?”

“...I don’t know.” His hand tightened, a little, around her fingers. “I think I just need some time.” He looked up at her, smiling a little. Not a lot, but it was a start! “So is Toga…?”

Oh. Yeah. He’d want to know. “Himiko-chan… didn’t make it either. From what Jirou-san told me, she… healed me, I think? But she… died?” She put her finger on her chin, thinking over what everyone’s told her. “She transformed into me, then transformed into me. Jirou-san described it as a ‘wave of transformation goo’. But…” Her finger ran down her stomach, right where her scar was. “She used her quirk like a hero, right at the end.” A pulse of reassurance and love and safety washed over her.

“...Uraraka-san? Are you okay?” She started, a chirp ripping from her throat. “...Uraraka-san, you have fangs. And your eyes are yellow. Like hers.”

“Whaddya mean, Dekkun? I’m Ochako!”

“...and you’ve never called me ‘Dekkun’, before. Just… just ‘Deku’.” She shook her head.

“I’m not Himiko-chan, Dekk-Deku.” He waved his hands, halfway between the anxious mess he was and the World’s Greatest Hero he is now.

“Can you get looked at by a medical professional? For me?” A wash of annoyance and glee and-

“Fine. I’ll go. I’ll see you later, Dek-Deku.”

“...please be okay, Uraraka-san. I… please be okay.” Her face softened.

“Of course, Izukun. I’m fine.” She patted his hand before she rose, heading out of the room.


She meant to go to the doctors, she really did, but she found herself walking into a unisex toilet, before she absently locked the door.

…wait, why did she…?

She faced the mirror, and half her face rippled, shifting, before it was half of her, and half of Himiko-chan.

“...Himiko-chan? Am I…?”

Her right hand lifted up, before stroking her face, Himiko-chan’s pale skin without her beans. I’m okay, Occhan. I told you I’d be like the people I love! Himiko’s half of her face contorts into a giggle.

“...I thought you…”

I did too! I really meant it when I said that I loved you, and I wanted you to remember me, and I wanted to use my quirk for good. Her face set into a frown.

“Himiko-chan, you shouldn’t have thrown your life away for me! I wanted to save you!”

You did, Occhan. Himiko-chan’s face settled into a gentle smile, and god it was so cute. You made it worth it for me to live and die on my terms. And now I get to spend the rest of my life with you! A sly look crosses her face, her blush deepening. And you thought I was cute~

Her face broke into a bright flush. “N-n-no ah didn’!”

Occhan, I’m your blood now. The part of you that will always love being you. I can tell when you think I’m a cutie~

“Don’ put it like that~” Her hand moved to clap against her face, but her other hand stopped it before it made contact. “Wait. You’re mah what?! What if yah wanted to live yer own life?”

Occhan. I can’t. Blood bubbles from her arm, before twining into ribbons of muscle and capillaries, slowly forming into a little knot that transformed into Himiko-chan’s face, what she looked like when her quirk first emerged. “I’m my quirk factor, now. I need someone’s blood to live in and love on, until I die. I want to be Occhan’s blood, and live and die as Occhan.”

“...I’m sorry, Hi-” Her finger pressed against her lips, before shifting, stroking down her jawline and pressing her thumb against her lips.

I get to be with you and love you and love being you. This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten. Never apologize for loving me enough to let me be your blood~

“...okay.” She looked into the mirror, her brown eyes meeting Himiko-chan’s amber, the fangs, the cat-eye slits, and the other elephant in the room is lingering. “...what about Izukun?”

What about him? Love him too. You have so much heart, Occhan, and I’d know. She sounds irrepressibly smug. You have two hands. I just need to borrow one every once in a while. She grins, fangs bright, and it’s still the cutest smile in the world. It’s only as complicated as you make it, Occhan.

“...thanks, Himiko-chan. I’ll… go talk to him soon. Tell him about you.” The Himiko-tan head bobs. “And you still have the cutest smile in the world.”

And now you do too.

Notes:

guess I lied; this is a series.

come yell at me at Green Tea Infusions an IzuOcha (and IzuOcha ) shipping server!

also, an obligatory 'fuck 395'


I got fanart! by Kermit!

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