Before meeting Kuroha :

Chirp!!! chirp!!

The sound of the birds song filled the sky. A young girl was standing in a room, participating at a ceremony.

She wore a bright silver-white kimono. The aura she emitted was that of a beautiful and well mannered little lady. The kind that garnered gaze of respect by anyone without even having to speak.

Her long ash blonde her floating freely in the wind gave her the image of a fairy. Her smile was amicable and calm with a hint of playfulness. On either side of her stood her father in a suit and her mother in a similar but more mature kimono. All in all, she was perfect... and she hated this.

"Oh-oh, What a cute child."

"She is so polite."

"She will grow into a fine lady."

"Could you present her to my child?"

"She must make you so proud!!"

"I would love to have a child-like that."

Noise noise and noise. Smile smile and smile.

The noise and the smile blended after a while. So fake, so disgusting. When she looked at their face, she couldn't distinguish their features. In her eyes, they all wore a mask. Mask with fixed emotions.

It was so disgusting. Her hand itched. The longer she looked at them, the longer she heard them speak, the greater the itch becomes. She wanted a knife. She needed a knife.

This torture lasted half a day before ending.

In the road to home, the car was silent. It wasn't the kind of silence that came when you simply had nothing to say. It was a heavy silence.

She knew why. They didn't like her. They considered her a freak. How many counseling did she had to attend? She didn't remember and she didn't want to remember.

She hated them. She hated everyone so much. Why? Why? Why? Did she have to hide her quirk? Why did she have to smile when she didn't want to? Why did she have to say she hated what she loved?

"Act normal", they said with anger in their voice.

"Why are you like that?", they said with disgust in their eyes.

"You're a monster!!!", they said with fear in their eyes.

She wasn't normal. She was a monster, a freak. But why? Just because she liked to drink blood? What was so bad about it?

She didn't wish to be born like that. It's not her fault if she likes blood. She never wounded anyone nor anything, despite her craving.

They finally arrived home and each of them entered their own room without speaking to each other.

Her chamber was tidy, at the same time it was void of any decoration. She learned how to take care of herself since the moment her quirk manifested.

She laid down on her bed after changing out of her kimono. Right now, she wore a simple yellow dress.

She gazed listlessly at her white ceiling.

She had no one to help her.

She had no one to confide to.

No friend.

No family.

No love.

She was alone.

She would live alone.

She would die alone.

Tear began to gather in her eyes. But she refused to let them fall. She got up and came in front of her mirror.

"Smile!"

She should smile. She needed to smile. Her smile was all she had. If she didn't smile she would be given up. She had to be the perfect Himiko, the gentle Himiko, the cute Himiko.

She put her hand on her face and forced it to form the smile she wished for.

The reflection on the mirror had a bright smile on the face as she wished. But in her eyes, she could only see a smiling mask covering her face.

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Few days before the Christmas event:

The Toga family was eating together. The dinner was harmonious. Himiko was smiling as she happily ate, while her mother and father were looking at her with a similar smile.

It was the perfect show of a happy family spending some time together.

"Mother, father, I finished, it was delicious. Now I must go and continue my homework

." Said Himiko before getting up and going

"Go on. I am glad that you liked it." Said the mother with a smile.

Her father simply nodded.

Seeing their daughter go toward her bedroom, they were happy.

"Dear, don't you think that Himiko becomes more cheerful?"

"Surely it's because she understood the error of her way."

"You must be right."

Himiko, who wasn't far from them, continued to smile and went towards her room as if she didn't hear them. The only thought in her mind was,

(How wrong they are.)

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Himiko entered her bedroom. It was her sanctuary. The sole place of happiness in this house.

In the last few years, not much changed in her room. The greatest difference lay in the number of dolls and posters that littered her room.

On all the walls, different pictures of Kuroha could be seen. Some of them he was wearing simple clothes, in some, he was in his uniform.

In one of the corners of the room, a mannequin wearing a black uniform could be seen. On the face, was stuck a picture of Kuroha.

The uniform also belonged to Kuroha. It was the first one he wore to go to school.

She laid down on her bed and hugged a doll that looked like a chibi version of Kuroha.

She began to sniff it. The clothes this doll wore were from the old clothes of Kuroha that she used.

The more she sniffed it, the rosier her face became. Her eyes became unfocused, her breath rough, her mouth refused to close.

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Her hands slowly treaded south before entering her under her robes.

"Ah... Kuroha.."

She muttered his name again and again while her hands began to move faster and faster.

Her mind was clouded in lust. She feels like she was holding him in her arms.

She wanted him so much.

She needed him so much.

She wanted to become one with him.

He was everything for her.

Her body suddenly stiffened. Her mind became blank, followed by a firework of feelings. She let a long moan muffled by the plush doll.

"Hehehe!!"

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She let a weird laugh before getting up and going to the bathroom to wash.

As she admired her naked form in the mirror, she let a bright smile. This wasn't a forced smile like in the past, but a natural and beautiful one.

She had someone to confide to.

She had someone to love.

She had a friend.

She was happy...