(Warning! Heavy manga spoilers)

Himiko was surprised when Y/n pulled in on her restraints, instead of attempting to run away. However, quickly recovered and brought her hand up with knife at the ready and slashed down precisely how Y/n wanted her to.

Luckily for Y/n, Himiko slashed in between where her palms were tied with the flimsy rope with great force, cutting straight through the rope. Of course, that didn't mean Y/n was left unscathed. The inside heel of her palms was nicked in the process.

Still, what's a little pain to pay for the price of freedom?

Y/n winced from the pain but wasted no second to use the momentum Himiko used while slashing down by kneeing the blond-haired girl at full force to the head.

Himiko held her nose from the pain where Y/n kneed her. Tasting copper and wincing from the pain. She stepped backwards to get away. However, Y/n used the shock of the moment and swept her opponents feet making the blond girl fall on her ass.

Jumping backwards, Y/n crouched low ready for Himiko's next attack. If the blonde would fight with a knife the whole time, it was definitely a disadvantage to the h/c haired girl, especially since she was still having a hard time seeing.

She didn't know when she would get her vision back. There was only so much Y/n could do while having no quirk at her disposal and half blind. However, she was very lucky Shouto suggested to fight with her eyes closed at times. He knew this would be a problem later on. It was almost comical, how perfect he almost predicted this. She just hoped the little training they had with a blindfold, would be enough to survive the crazy slashing of the blonde girl.

It was hard to see her features, with how much her eyesight was submerged into a watercolor field of vision. All she could tell was the girl was blonde, her skin complexion was fair, and with eyes that almost matched her hair color. And was she wearing a school uniform? What a weird way to live as a villain, but hey, Y/n wasn't about to judge her choices in fashion with how close she was getting at her with a knife. Slashing the air like a crazy maniac on a mission.

Groaning from the ground Himiko spit out blood, though there was a huge grin on her face. "Wow, you hit hard... Here I was thinking you would be easy to take down."

"You don't know anything about me. I don't know what you all think, but I won't let you take me so easily. There are people, who are counting on me, and I will not let them down." Y/n's eyes narrowed at the girl.

"Hmm." Was all Himiko responded with, as she got up. "You do have a lot of people who care about you, that's true. But do they trust you?"

"What are you going on about?" Y/n asked confused.

"With your quirk, do they trust you?" Himiko asked innocently.

Himiko with a wide Cheshire cat grin and teeth painted in red from the blood, giggled. She was the one to plant the seed on poor Ochako, she truly wanted to know if her plan worked. The brunette girl fell so easily... she was sure, the rest of Y/n's school mates would turn against her like Ochako did. All they needed was a little push, a couple of twisted words, fake tears and they would turn against the newcomer. Besides how could they not trust Himiko if she changed her appearance to look like someone they've known for years.

Y/n clicking her tongue in annoyance, shrugged nonchalantly. "Only to the people that matter."

"I don't think you're one not to care about people's opinions Y/n. And not because you care if they like you or not. But rather how it affects those around you. Those who care for you. Tell me how your talk went with my dear Ochako?" Himiko giggled when Y/n's eyes widened, and a small gasp of shock escaped her lips.

It wasn't hard to puzzle what Himiko was implying. Y/n might not be the strongest, but she was very smart, book smart and street smart. She had to be. She was still alive because of it. Yes, she was used and tortured, but it was done to keep those she cares for alive. It was a huge sacrifice, that to her had to be done. And she knew, Mama and Dr. Garaki needed her, it didn't take a genius to understand she was the only experiment who lived and thrived from all the crap they did to who knows how many kids.

The experiments they did to her, she was certain, she was the only one who survived. The only successful one. Why? She wasn't sure, she wasn't anything special, maybe it was all luck.

"What did you do?" Y/n growled. If her quirk could work right now, her eyes would be flashing scarlet with the rage she felt boil inside of her. Rage Himiko ignited successfully in her and many other innocent people, like Ochako.

Prancing around in a circle like a ballerina, Himiko giggled again. "Oh, nothing special really." She sang. "With my quirk, as you saw, I can change into whomever with a little bit of their blood. With the face of one of Ochako's close friends all it took were a couple of twisted thoughts and words and Ochako fell right into my trap. Hook, line, and sinker. Seriously, it was soooo easy.... and girls wonder why friendships don't last. People shouldn't believe in rumors that easily."

"You bitch..."

All the anger, Y/n felt towards the cute brunette girl vanished in an instant. It wasn't her fault and fuck did she feel ashamed for believing so easily in blaming her, when she could have talked to her after the exercise. She should have. Now she felt like an ass, and she ran away from her boyfriends because of that shit. She was getting livid by the second, her heart filling with rage she hasn't felt in a while.

Another thing she hated, was when people were used and played for something as stupid as this.

"Is that what you paranormal fuckers do, stab each other in the back to get what you want?!" Y/n's hands twitched, she wanted more than anything to use her quirk, to let the raging emotions out.

"Woah, woah, woah. Relax missy. I don't stab my family in the back like you heroes do." Her voice turned dark with malice. "Pretending to be someone's friend only to get what you want, then literally stab them in the back when you don't need them anymore. Killing them, for the 'better good'." Himiko's voice was sweet, though behind her word's Y/n knew something terrible happened to her.

"I don't care for your sob stories Toga. You harmed someone I care for and that shit does not fly with me." Grinding her jaw made the headache worse, however, how could Y/n not be upset?

If only she could see the parallels with her and her boys to prove their mutual feelings weren't from her quirk. They just had similar traits and functioned on the same wavelengths at times. Some lovers always had similar traits and complimented each other on missing attributes, fitting each other like puzzles. Her temper and fire to keep pushing was like Katsuki's. Her thoughts, perseverance and battle strategies ran like Shouto's. And just like Izuku, she never cared for the consequences in harming herself – always putting themselves in the frontline for the sake of others.

Whenever someone she cared for was harmed, she couldn't keep a level head.

However, if she wanted to make it out of this alive to properly apologize to them because she knew running away must have hurt them as much as it did to her, she needed to calm down.

Himiko tilted her head confused, then scoffed and rolled her eyes. "There's no way you care for your boyfriend's ex. No sane person would."

"It's partly your fault she reacted that way, and Izuku still cares for her, so does Mina and Momo. Iida, my father, and many other people. All my class does. So yeah." She nodded. "I do care of what happens to Uraraka. She's a human being with emotions, not a toy you can play with."

Himiko's eyebrows furrowed, not fully believing in Y/n's words. Then again, Y/n was different even if the blonde didn't want to acknowledge it, she was one of them. She suffered like they all did. She knew what true suffering was. The only difference was the fire behind her eyes still burned brightly. She hadn't given up on people yet, and that was a problem for the PLF.

Tomura needed her to bask and bathe in her darkness. Y/n had to let go of all of this or she wouldn't be an ally. She would be an enemy. It was Himiko's job to make sure Y/n would not make Tomura regret all the decisions he made that led up to this.

"Aww, you're so sweet..." Himiko almost gagged. "It's sickening. However, refreshing... I'm not sure if you're being serious or not. Anyways, who cares... I still have to take you in." Himiko rolled her eyes, uninterested. Almost as if being here was such a drag for her. Her personality going back and forth, creating a whiplash for the blind girl.

Y/n didn't have to see, nor use her quirk to understand Himiko was hurting. It was in the tone of her voice; in the words she spoke. There was almost a double meaning behind them. "What happened to you, to end up like this?" The h/c haired girl wondered. Yes, right now Himiko was the enemy. However, villains weren't born, they were made, and Y/n couldn't stop herself from helping, when someone was in pain.

"You're really asking me that, after knowing yourself how cruel this world can be on people like us, or are you just buying yourself time?" Himiko drawled.

"I want your point of view. Besides it's not like anyone knows you're here."

"True..." Himiko narrowed her eyes at the girl, then shrugged. "Not that it'll make a difference to you, but the people you call 'heroes' killed someone dear to me. I think your brother, loves this hero. What's your brother's name again...?" Himiko tapped her chin, while Y/n dug her nails into her palm. Himiko also knew of Miguel, and that was a problem. "Oh right! Miguel... Almost forgot! Things haven't been the same for me since I lost my friend you see. I can tell you more, after we leave this place. Let's make it our bonding moment."

Heavily sighing Y/n shook her head at the girl. She couldn't jump at Himiko for just knowing her brother's name, she wasn't the type of person to hurt someone without a reason. Besides, Himiko didn't threaten him. She only mentioned she knew of him. The real person Himiko looked like she wanted to murder was Hawks, her brother's favorite hero.

"I'm sorry Toga, but I'm not going with you." Y/n told her as gently as she could, even with remorse.

Stomping her foot on the ground and crossing her arms like a child, Himiko pouted. "But why?! These people see you as a villain Y/n, I'm sure you can see that. We on the other hand respect you. We all know about you and what you've had to live through. Tomura knows everything, and agrees it had to be done to have you blossom into this." She motioned at Y/n with her hands. "Now we need a queen for our king."

"The problem Toga is that I don't want the crown you're offering. I want my freedom on my own terms." Y/n breathed heavily, trying to calm the panic attack that was threatening to come out. Purposely, ignoring the comment of Tomura.

This was too much to take in, all at once. This means he's been watching her, for how long? Who knows? And at the moment she couldn't dwell on it. She was more worried for the constant feeling of disorientation from the headache forming. Her head pounding from the aftereffects of using her quirk. The only positive thing was her vision kept going in and out of focus. Which was a good sign in a way, it meant it was coming back slowly.

Himiko laughed at the girl. "They will never accept you."

Y/n thought back to the cold distant eyes Ochako was glaring at her with, and the fear in Eijirou and Tetsutetsu's eyes. Yes, she could tell right away, a part of them thought she was a villain. However, there was nothing she could do about that. She remembers every single person she used her quirk on. The people in the club, and how terrified they were of her, thinking she was going to harm them and torture them. When the whole time, she tried to coax them into the drug and the commands.

Yes, her quirk was very villainous and just like anyone else. Depending on how the quirk is used, it could also be deadly. So, it all comes down to the person using the quirk, what their intentions are and what they do with it. Just like Izuku told her that day that she wasn't a monster. Y/n knows she's not evil, she's not a saint either, but she did not harm people on purpose.

Her resolve was much stronger, her skin thicker than when she was smaller.

Y/n understood there will always be naïve people who will not understand. How someone takes it and lets it affect their life is up to them. She's stayed positive this whole time because of the way she chooses to see life. There is no point to dwell on things she cannot change or has no control over. All she can do is live her life, be herself and whoever will tag along the ride, will. She can't force people to like her, that's not how relationships work. All she can do, is live through morals she sees fit, whether people think they're right or wrong, is their opinion, she can't do anything about that either.

With a saddened smile, that wavered she stood proudly. "Then I'll change their mind about me, just like my brother did for himself."

"Hmm, suit yourself."

Himiko, lunged at Y/n again with her knife. Y/n thinking fast on her feet, was able to knock the knife away, however, not without getting her arm sliced. She felt a sticky substance slide down her forearm, hearing her hero suit rip from the force of the knife. Hissing from the stinging pain, she ignored it for the meantime and blocked the other knife the blonde girl had at her disposal.

How many knifes does she have?!

Who knows what Himiko went through, but the girl was precise in her slashing. Every time Y/n was able to block, she cut a part of her skin. It may not be deep, but it was enough to have the stinging sensation distract her and make her moves falter. And to make matters worse, every time Himiko was able to make Y/n bleed, the girl would get more riled up and laugh in excitement.

"Come on Y/n! We can end this if you come with me!" Himiko laughed as she made a cut on Y/n's legs, making her bleed again and tare another part of her suit.

Y/n whimpered in pain and fell to the ground on one knee. Breathing heavy, the girl attempted to stand up again however fell. She was hurting all over, her body ached. It was getting difficult to concentrate with all the pain and it was extremely difficult to fight with out of focus vision. Different body parts hurt and ached from where Himiko was able to get her. All she could do was prevent Himiko from plunging her knife deep into her skin.

Giggling at the girl, Himiko kicked her hard to the ground with ease. "So much for not giving up. Are you done now?"

Y/n spitting out blood, held onto her ribcage where Himiko kicked her. The air in her lungs knocked out, making it hard to breathe. "I'd rather die Toga... you'll either take me dead or not take me at all."

Grabbing her by the nape of her neck, Himiko growled in exasperation to the girl. "You're so stubborn!"

In irritation Himiko could not hold back any longer.

The blood Y/n was covered in made matters worse, making the girl snap from craving her blood for so long. Throwing Y/n on the ground and getting on top of her with a crazed smile. Himiko without thinking rationally, plunged her knife into Y/n's stomach. Making her scream in agony. This was not part of the plan, Himiko knew that. Still, her quirk worked against her at times. There was only so much restraint she had.

"Do you know how many times; I've had to sit back and not carve you!" She laughed hysterically.

Y/n's voice cracked from hauling in pain. Cursing from the sensation, crying from the physical pain. She hadn't shed a single tear from pain while being at U.A. and damn it's been a while she's experienced pain like this. Coughing up blood, she grabbed onto the knife Himiko plunged into her, to hold it still.

Himiko with hysterical glee giggled from seeing the blood pouring out of the wound and from Y/n's lips. She plunged her finger in the open wound, making the girl cry out again, wiggling her finger inside and pulling it to see it covered in crimson. Without thinking she sucked on her finger, loving how Y/n's blood tasted.

"Soooo good! And you look so pretty like this. I think I may be in love with you more than Izuku..." She cooed, petting Y/n's hair. Getting blood on her h/c strands.

With all her might, Y/n flipped them over while Himiko was distracted, making sure to elbow her on the nose, that she for sure knew broke this time, while she scrambled up. It was a tough task, but the girl pushed through, being carefully not to move her torso around. She knew, it wasn't smart to take out the knife, but boy did she want it out, it was freaking her out.

She always did hate anything that resembled medical equipment.

In anger and trying to focus the pain elsewhere, she smashed her cuffed covered wrists on the ground. Her wrists rattled from pain, bones aching, but it was better than the throb that kept pounding from everywhere else.

"Fuck!" Y/n groaned in agony. "You're..." She spit out blood, "...a real..." crouching low on her knees, "...piece of work."

Snickering Himiko licked Y/n's blood from her hand. "Ready now?"

Spitting out more blood to the ground because she hated the taste, Y/n staggered and grimaced. "Fuck you." She was starting to see double of everything now. She didn't know how much longer she could hold on.

Laughing at the girl Himiko in enthusiasm yelled. "I like you! So will everyone else..." Swaying back and forth while on the floor, Himiko extended her arms. "Come on! Join us! We can be your new family!" She yelled with glee.

"No."

"You're no fun."

Y/n could feel cold sweats go down her body from the blood loss and ache. Her body shivered from the change in temperature. Sweat rolling down her temples from exhaustion and pain. How long had she been gone? If she had the quirk cancelling cuffs, there would be no way they could find her.

Where they even searching for her?

Did they know, she was close to being taken and dying. Y/n really wanted to defend herself, however, there was only so much she could do. Even though stubborn, she could recognize that much.

Huffing and holding on to the knife for dear life, Y/n asked with heavy breaths. "Why... does... he... want me?"

"Silly girl because you and him belong together. And we do anything for Shiggy." Himiko answered seriously. "You should have seen his face when he was finally getting you back, he wouldn't stop talking about you."

"Back?" Y/n mumbled. "I don't know him."

"Yes, you do Y/n. Even if you didn't see him, he watched over you every day. Made sure the doc didn't do more than you could handle. He even threatened that older lady to not let any man touch you. Not that it mattered, with you opening your legs for three other guys."

Y/n groaned in pain unable to hold it back. "Slut shaming is such an old insult; you can do better." The copper taste in her mouth, the one she hated with all her being wanted to make her vomit. "And... fuck..." She tried not to sway, trying to focus on the blond girl in front of her. "He must have... the wrong person...."