A Collector

we shall see

When Himiko woke up, she knew two things immediately. She'd gotten the good stuff last night. There was a satisfied lethargy in her limbs which told her that. And she wasn't in her own bed. She didn't often sleep in someone else's bed but there were times when she needed a kip and took the first available bed. But she always did that alone.

She could hear someone else. Gold eyes flew open at that realisation and a knife slipped into her hand as she rolled over to attack.

Himiko froze when she saw the other person. Izu!

Her memory caught up. Hand emo guy, Izu's blood and... She had gotten the good stuff last night. It was best stuff. And Izu didn't appear to be worse for wear. As she watched, red eyes blinked up at her.

"Good morning Himiko," Izu greeted her with a grin.

Himiko smiled at him and rolled back onto the bed as Izuku got up. He folded up the blanket and put it on a shelf. "Would you like some breakfast?" Izuku offered.

She wanted more blood but knew that would be bad so Himiko nodded.

"I've only got cereal," Izuku said as he turned away.

She liked that. It meant he trusted her, even after what she'd done. "That's okay," Himiko told him. Breakfast with Izu would be great, no matter what it was.

"How are you feeling?"

"huh?"

He worried his lip before answering. "I gave you some more blood, and it apperard like you got... drunk" he answered.

It took her a moment to realise what he meant and she felt her yellow eyes widen slightly. he took that women's self-healing quirk...

 That's so awesome!

They're so similar, they're both considered villains... wait is Izu a villain?

Himiko smiled at him. "What do you do?"

Izuku cocked his head at her as he chewed his cereal. "What do you mean?"

"Are you a villain like me?" Himiko asked.

Her Izu sighed heavily and looked up to the ceiling. "I don't know," he whispered. Himiko watched as Izu closed his eyes and turned his head back to the table. "I wish I knew but I just don't know."

She didn't say anything. She hadn't had a choice and it was kind of nice that Izuku did. "What do you want to do?" she asked.

He recognised the change in question and chuckled. "I want to help people. All people," he added the emphasis.

Himiko knew what he meant. He wanted to help those who were quirkless, those who had bad quirks, not just those who were convenient to help. She looked at him.

"I know!" Izuku defended. "I can't do that as a hero," he told her with an almost contrite smile. Izu began speaking.

He was calm, but it wasn't a nice calm. It was an eerie calm — like what you'd see in a horror movie right before the climax of the movie, or when you're in a haunted house and there's no sound for once.

His form was trembling slightly, and his smile was quivering. There were subtle signs he had been giving off to show how mentally unstable he was — whether or not he realized them himself; however, ordinary I wouldn't have caught it but I love him so I of course I noticed.

He spoke quietly, almost too quiet to hear, but you could still understand his words. Not because of his volume or anything else similar to that, you could just see what he was saying through his eyes. They spoke for him. You could see the anger; the hatred; the confusion; the uncertainty; the sadness — you could see every emotion he wanted to convey through sound in his eyes, and they spoke louder than any voice ever could have spoken. He was angry — you could feel it.