Sweet cute green obsession (copy)

ONE TO PROTECT, ONE TO DRIVE ME MAD

"What should I try now?"

The short blond girl asked herself, humming happily as the clothes and pieces of colored fabric flew over her head. She woke up early this morning by herself just like yesterday, and the day before, and the day before it, and so on. Since that night, since that promise he made, there was one recurring thought in Tsunotori's head: "What will I dress in for him?"

She used every extra minute she had to search through her old works, look at the few cosplays she managed to get to the dorms in that chest. The blondie rewatched and reread some of her favorite series, trying to come up with something that would cause a good impression and get the green teen hooked up on watching/ reading it too. It wasn't like she wanted to force her tastes on Midoriya but he did agree to talk to her about it sometime, and Tsunotori looked forward to it.

Finally, someone to share her thoughts, to discuss her likings and opinions. Not that she didn't enjoy or treasure the many friends online she had, they had been with her since the beginning, but something about talking to someone in person felt different. Once again she had Midoriya to thank for it. Not only he promised to keep her not-so-shameful secret, but he also offered to spend some time just so she could be her kinda dumb self, fawning over fictional characters and binging whatever new anime or manga got released. A little part of Tsunotori hoped the emerald child would eventually convert into a weeb like her.

"Well, I think he's the biggest All Might fan I've ever met so... who knows, right?~" She said to no one in particular as she put the fabrics back into the box and her clothes organized on her wardrobe.

Hair combed and horns polished, she headed out of her room and downstairs to make her breakfast, humming a happy tune and with a small smile adorning her face.

Meanwhile, at the 1-A dorms...

She woke up earlier than she expected. The last session of interrogation took a lot longer than expected and she had to stick around while the police guys carried out an operation to dismantle a shady network or whatever. Something related to human traffic, the detective said? Anyway, she wanted to sleep more but that would mean problems. Mainly, she would have less time to admire from afar the object of her adoration, the reason why she lived, in more than one way. Okay, maybe she didn't admire him from afar all the time, but can you blame her? Izuku was just so huggable and adorable and... prone to a stabbing. She also would lose the morning teasing with her friends, that would be a shame. Oh yeah, there's school too. This she could pass any time if it wasn't for her current situation.

Himiko rubbed her eyes groggily, groaning as the alarm clock just started to buzz that loud and obnoxious noise. She missed precious minutes here. Bed sheets tossed over, she flinched as her feet touched the rather cold floor. Should she ask Aizawa-sensei for a carpet? She had been a good girl lately, at least in her opinion. Nevermind what her friends might have to say on that.

The blonde got up and wobbly walked to the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror for a moment. She noted the small marks under her tired eyes, signs of her more nocturnal habits. If there was one thing that bothered her about this whole situation was having to sleep through the night. Himiko used to have so much fun at night, wandering around dark alleys and taking out strangers on her dates. The city streets looked so pretty, full of bright lights and with much less noise and boring people. There was eventually a lonely random person coming late from work or some poor drunk soul that lost its way home. There were also other villains and what you could call "bad persons", doing just what she used to.

But no more, Toga Himiko was a new person. She was past her days of stabbing and slitting throats here and there, tying people up and making them bleed beautifully to the last drop. That was the lie she put up to please her love. Splashing some water from the sink in her face, Himiko looked at the mirror intensely, slowly widening a smile that turned into a fanged grin. These shiny white beauties were the last view of many. She heard before that it made her look like a psycho, which was probably true.