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“Say I never did get your name…?”
The male winced slightly, still getting used to the odd feeling of fangs puncturing his arm as he sat on top of a park bench. The moonlight reflected off both of their features giving a path for both of them to see one another comfortably. She pulled back rubbing gently at the teeth indents on his arm. Making extra careful work to keep her long overgrown nails pointed up, and away from the bleeding wound.
“I’m Toga! And you are..?
Denki Kaminari!”
She smiled at him softly before hovering back down to continue her work.
“Where do you ‘anna eat?”
Toga spoke muffled around the now blood dripping arm.
“My treat.”
Denki hummed tilting his head back to look at the fully eliminated sky.
“I could go for some burgers…say the word I’ll be right there.”
He turned back around winking at her, however “her” might not be the best word to put It as now the girl stood proud and tall wearing his skin undefined of a single flaw. His mouth hung widely agape. There wasn’t a single flaw Insight at her new copied form. Down to the black streak, to the lightning bolt shaped pupils.
“WHOA?!”
“Cool right..” she finished for him echoing his voice smirking.
“This is my quirk…If I drink someone’s blood I can turn Into them.”
Just as she moved her fake bulked arm to swipe at the blood staining her mouth the illusion began to physically melt away. Dew drops of plaque textured grey mud dripped to the ground. Once again revealing the bright smile adoring Toga, now wearing his adorned outfit of sweatpants and a much oversized zip up hoodie. He really couldn’t fight the massive blush creeping his face if he wanted to.
“Ah-those burgers! If we hurry the place nearby should still be open!”
“R-right!”
They didn’t hesitate to take each others hands together as they skipped out of the park gates down the still busy sidewalk.
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”He asked for no pickles…”
Denki sighed retreating his right hand onto toga’s thigh giving it a squeeze.
“It’s really not that deep Himiko, I’ll just peel these right off-“
”Either you get us a refund for the burger or I’ll use whatever’s left inside your throat as ketchup…considering you forgot that too.”
The manger couldn’t shake off the oncoming feeling of death as the small girl darkly stared at him. Giving a strained apology the man scurried off to the back, nearly tripping on his way.
“Jeez what a pussy…”
Denki shook his head swiping a fry off his tray. He couldn’t bring himself to look disgusted at how fast she inhaled every piece of food ordered. Anyone with eyes could look at how small the girl was and wasn’t eating as many meals needed…very subtly he tried to slide his right hand down toward her freshly adorned pants pocket to slip a twenty dollar bill only for it to get roughly swiped away. She stuck her tongue out at his once again failed attempt.
“I told you IM paying for dinner…you already fed me yummy blood so now it’s my turn!”
Sighing In defeat Kaminari allowed her to at least keep the new pickle free burger placed In front of them. Uncaring to the side eye the scaredy-cat waiter gave them both.
Waving to the girl from where he stood on his doorstep he couldn’t help but feel a tingling uprising of sadness at seeing his new contact skip away. As once again he opened the door to his home to a quiet boring house, filled with the sound of the tv playing a broadcast of the two people he missed most.