"You call yourself a villain!" Shigaraki kicked the fallen Deku in the gut, hard. "What the fuck was the broker thinking?" He was scratching his neck, rigorously. "I can't stand you." He bent down, ready to disintegrate Midoriya.

"Calm down Shigaraki."

Deku glanced up from the floorboard. "Bartender-san..."

"What? This kid doesn't deserve to share the same space with me. He's contaminated with that hero society ideology." Shigaraki didn't back down until a voice came from the TV monitor.

"Please stop Tomaru, as a favor to me."

Izuku's eyes intensified with dread. '...No... It's him!'

Dabi took interest in the voice giving orders, raising an eyebrow, and narrowing his eyes.

"But-," He was about to childishly throw a tantrum. "But why! This kid is despicable!" Scratching his neck, it was growing red with scratches, almost bleeding.

"Kurogiri, please escort young Izuku, back home." The voice from the monitor asked a trusted member.

"Yes, right away." He activated his quirk.

Dabi kept his eyes on the monitor. 'So he's really the one in charge.' Dabi always took note of valuable information when he could.

The warp gate activated around Deku, Dabi, and Toga and they vanished from the bar. The last vision in Midoriya's eyes was a glance at the monitor. "...You."

Shigaraki glared at Kurogiri. "You have some kind of connection with that kid or something?"

Kurogiri decided to polish a mug. "I used to serve him orange juice."

Dabi yawned as they appeared in their living room. He dropped on the old ragged couch, to take a nap. He kicked his feet up on the armrest. He had his hands behind head and closed his eyes.

The apartment was small with only one room. It was actually a rundown abandoned building. They were able to get the power running in one of the apartment rooms and settled in there. There were some homeless people who lived in the empty spaces as well. Izuku, Dabi, and Toga left them alone, and protected them, in return, they never revealed the villains who lived amongst them.

Toga helped Izuku up. Her eyes were not carrying the normal lust of death. She was solemn.

Dabi opened one eye and glanced at them. "Has he healed yet?" Noticing the different attitude she was presenting.

She nodded but didn't say more. She trudged out of the room with Deku.

Dabi could care less, and turned on the TV with a remote and flipped through the channels. "I wonder if they said anything about the attack we did?"

Toga led them to an abandoned room. No furniture, no carpet, a single broken window with glass shards on the edges, carrying the night air in.

She laid Deku against the cold concrete wall. He was sitting up with a weak slumped vibe. "Th... Thank... You... Toga..." His breathing was strained, struggling his words out. He opened his eyes to try and smile at her.

A knife.

"Toga wai-" He opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out, he was too weak to scream.

She had stabbed him in the shoulder.

Her eyes were hidden by her bangs, she had straddled his lap, so he couldn't escape. He struggled, his face was riddled with pain, but he was showing confusion. She wasn't letting out her cries of murderous joy.

She looked sad. He had never seen her like that and it hurt him.

"Why didn't you heal..." Not a question. A worry. "You're supposed to always be able to heal!" She lowered her forehead to his, and they were tenderly pressed together.

"Toga..." Izuku stared up at her, but her face was shadowed by the night. He heard a quiver. His eyes grew. A droplet fell on his cheek. He gasped feeling the salty liquid trail down. He tried to lift his arm, but couldn't, because of the knife embedded in his shoulder. He raised his other arm and hugged it around her neck. "You worry?"

The grip she had on her knife tightened until she had white knuckles. "Of course I do! You're not just some rag doll I like to stab..." She slowly pulled out the blade and tossed it aside. A small green flame kindled and began to close the wound.

For a moment the room was bright with an emerald ember glow. Deku gulped, Toga was horrifyingly beautiful. A succubus stalking the only prey she didn't want to kill.

Toga brushed over the flame with her palm. Her eyes were mesmerized by the fire and gleamed with wonder, reflecting the light from her orbs. She rested her hand on his shoulder after the flames diminished. "Warm." She absently whispered. "Your flames burn everyone, except you. It only heals you..." She sounded earnest with an understanding of his feelings. Her other hand gently rubbed his cheek. "I love seeing you heal, not because I can hurt you more," She cupped his and lowered her lips. "But because it means you're still alive. Still with me."

'I never knew Toga could be so compassionate...' Deku was stunned by her caring action. "Toga, I..." He let out. Their breaths tasted each other before they gave into the intimate urge of the lust between them. Their lips embraced each other, moving up and down.

The hand on his shoulder used her index finger to trail over the healed wound. She bit his lower lip, pulling on it, before letting go, with a trail of saliva. Deku moaned with slight pain. Toga lowered her lips to the shoulder wound, giving him gentle kisses. Her index finger traveled down, following the dripped blood all over his arm. She scooped it up. She rose her lips. She used the blood on her finger as lipstick and laced her lips with it.

Deku was unsure, but Toga tackled her lips to his. She was gripping the maskguard around his collar to deepen their kiss. He tasted iron, and her natural fragrance. It was actually intoxicating. He groaned. His hand traveled down her neck, roaming around her back. His other hand was able to function properly now, and he lifted it to his shoulder. His thumb rubbed over his stained shoulder. The fingers behind her traveled up, back to her neck, instead of hugging, his fingers gripped around her neck with slight pressure. He felt the moan vibrate from her throat. He broke their loving lips, forcing her back with his choke-hold. Restrained, he circled his bloody thumb over her lips, finishing the act by tenderly pulling her lower lip down. He closed the distance between them, tasting blood on her lips again.

He grunted feeling her thighs squeeze around his waist. He pushed off the wall, pressing his body on her. One of his arms embraced her, protectively holding her lower back. His other hand was on the ground as he carefully guided her down on her back.

She shivered at the cool touch of the floor. Her hips rocked up against his body, and her legs locked around his waist. Her hands ran through his hair.

Their lips abused the other. Panting and moaning, their rhythm of lips went with their grinding bodies. Deku grabbed one of her hips, keep the passion between her legs close to his crotch. In response, her back arched up, off the ground. He grunted and she moaned. They broke the kiss, his hot breath beat against her neck.

"I... Izuku!"

"Toga..."

She needed him. She clutched his hair and threw her legs to the side, rolling them both over. She was straddling him again, as he laid on the floor. She unlocked her arms around his head, they slid down his neck, her fingernail sensually clawed his skin. She pushed off his chest, raising her body up. She giggled with a bloody blush, tilting her head. "What do you say Izuku?" Implying an idea that they were both alluding to.

Izuku's emerald orbs hesitated to the endearing moonlight radiating off her. His eyes softened with an adoring agreement. He raised his bloody arm and cuddled her cheek with his hand, rubbing his thumb under her eyelid, where she let a tear slip earlier. "Yeah, Toga..." He whispered.

The shadows in the empty, cold, apartment hid their acts of lust, but the moonlight shining through the broken window illuminated their passion.