The Emperor's Dragon

You Taste Good

"You're really going to a new school?" Himiko's golden eyes were wide.

Izuku's green eyes were wobbly with tears that were streaming down his face. He nodded.

"Is it because of your rib?" She asked, gesturing towards his chest.

"Yes," Izuku told her. His Dad had made the decision just after that. "I'm going to miss you," he cried. He still missed Minato and Ochaco so he knew what it was like. And he wasn't even sure if he could see them this Summer for his Birthday because his dad hadn't decided where they would be living yet.

Himiko's face settling into an expression of sadness. Even her hair buns appeared to be down. Usually the messy strands that escaped gave the impression of playfulness but now they were subdued. "Me too," she agreed. "What about your birthday?" she asked.

"I don't know," Izuku told her.

"You're moving? House, as well as school." Himiko corrected.

He nodded. "Dad moves around a lot for work," he explained. "I don't know when we are moving this time."

She nodded slowly. "So this is your last day?"

"Yes," Izuku said, not wanting to agree.

Himiko's expression became thoughtful. "Can I taste you?"

Izuku hadn't been expecting that. His confusion showed on his face.

"For my quirk."

"Oh!" Even with the sadness he felt, he couldn't help but feel slightly excited about that. Himiko had told him about her quirk but he'd never seen it demonstrated. "What do you need? How do we do this? Do we need a needle, or a knife?" Izuku didn't like the idea of bleeding but the opportunity to see Himiko's quirk put a different spin on the matter.

"No, I'll do it!" Himiko seemed buoyed by the opportunity as well. She grinned at him and for the first time Izuku noticed how sharp her canines were. She grabbed his hand and before Izuku could object, it was dragged towards her mouth. He felt a sharp stab of pain in his forefinger.

Himiko's mouth was warm. He felt her tongue lick at his finger before she pulled back and lowered his hand. Himiko swallowed. "Yummy!"

Izuku watched as she actually closed her eyes and quivered. He wondered if that was part of her quirk or something else. While he didn't like the taste of blood, if Himiko's quirk was dependent on it, it would make sense she would. But could she get sick from it? If someone had a disease, could she catch it from the blood?

Himiko's gold eyes opened and she smiled at him. "You taste good, Izuku!" she told him.

"That's your quirk," he told her. "All blood tastes good, right?"

"Yep!" she nodded and Izuku watched as she seemed to melt. Her clothes remained the same but her hair darkened and curled into the mess that was his hair. Her eyes changed, until they were bright green. She became a bit shorter too.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Izuku asked. His broken rib had hurt. It wasn't what he'd call a blinding pain but it had been there all the time. From the looks of things, Himiko's bones were shifting as she changed into him.

It didn't take long before he was looking at a perfect image of himself. Except, dressed in Himiko's uniform. He didn't think he looked good in a dress.

"It doesn't hurt," she told him. "But you do taste good. Better than others."

Izuku gave her a smile at that.

"I'll remember it," Himiko even sounded like him!

"You can remember different blood?" Izuku asked. His fingers were twitching. He wanted to add this to Himiko's page in his notebook.