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Toga always liked to tease. Dabi didn't understand it really, or anything about her, but they had stopped asking a long time ago. Everyone in the League was kind of strange, and they couldn't expect the teenager with a blood quirk to be any different. If anything, she was probably the strangest out of everyone here. What really bothered them was the way she teased.
Himiko was passionate about knives, and blood, and everything in between. She liked guts, and gore, and violence. That was all well and good, Dabi could get behind a gorey movie themself, but the girl had no boundaries whatsoever. She was always running around the base, swinging her knife around willy-nilly and asking to stab people, going on about how she wanted to see their blood. It creeped them out. After a while though, they'd learned she didn't really mean anything by it, at least not enough to actually do anything. Which was why this came as a surprise.
Dabi stared up at their hand, pinned to their headboard by their wrists as the two had been frotting against each other. As much as it wasn't unusual for Himiko to run around the base threatening to stab people, it wasn't weird for her to bring it into the bedroom either. The worst she'd ever done before was threaten, or scratch them up a little, decorating their skin with little beads of blood. And now… Well, now two of their fingers had just fallen onto their head, their pillows steadily being stained by blood.
Dabi liked to think of themself as a calm person, but there was only so much they could take. They yanked their hands free, staring down at the bloody mess. It hurt horribly, a stinging pain as a million nerves were exposed to the air, blood gushing everywhere. "Off, off," they said, trying to wriggle out from under their partner.
Himiko looked a little surprised at their panic, but clambered off anyway. "Does it really hurt that bad?"
"Obviously," they snapped, reaching over to grab their shirt to try to stop the bleeding. It felt endless, soaking through the fabric in a matter of seconds even as they bunched it up into a mess around their hand. "You're telling me that wasn't on accident?"
"Well… no," she said, at least having the decency to sound a little ashamed of herself. "I didn't mean to hurt you though. It's been fine before."
Dabi couldn't fathom how this would possibly be okay in any sense of the word, but they didn't want to freak out too much. Himiko was sensitive, and they didn't want to ruin things with the first girlfriend they'd ever had. "Fuck. That really stings," they mumbled to themself, trying to direct all of their emotion towards the throbbing stumps they were currently pressing against.
It had been a sickening feeling. The blade had been sharp, but not sharp enough that they hadn't felt the cut. It still ran through their head now, the way it had cut through their flesh, pressing hard against bone with the help of the hard headboard their hand had been pressed back against. The sound had been almost as horrible as the new sensation, not all that different the sound of a carrot being cut in half. They could still see the fingers there too, both laying against the pillow in a puddle of blood.
"I really didn't think it'd be a big deal," Himiko pouted. "You like knife play. You like it when I cut you up. And you said you like it when I feel good. Well… I really thought it was pretty. And your blood smells incredible." She sucked on the blade of her knife as if to make a point, and she did look a little drunk on pleasure.
Dabi sighed, trying to make themself not look at the lost digits, sitting back against the headboard as their head swam. "There's a difference between some surface level cuts and taking my fingers off. I just can't believe you'd… I mean, it's crazy that you would do that in the middle of sex, you know that? That you're capable of…"
"I'm capable of a lot of things, Dabi," she said darkly, though she at least took the knife out of her mouth to sit back down on the bed. She took their shirt from them, holding their injured hand steady as she took over trying to stop the bleeding. "I am sorry though. I really didn't think it would be a very big deal, especially because it's just a couple fingers. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," they sighed, still trying to grapple with the event. Really, it was kind of a big deal. They should be more upset than they were. How they felt about her and the whole ordeal aside, they should at least be mourning some part of themself, shouldn't they? Even if they were just fingers, this should be a big deal. They'd never hold things properly again, or be able to feel things with their whole hand. It was gone now, so why weren't they freaking out?
"Here, move the shirt really quick," they said once they'd gathered their thoughts a little, even if it was kind of hard to come back to rational thought with the blood loss. Himiko did as she was told though, watching the stumps with interest.
"What are you gonna do? Try to sew them back on before it's too late?"
"Nah. That's too much of a pain in the ass to try to figure out right now, and I doubt it'd heal right anyway. We don't really have the medical stuff to take care of it properly, and being homeless isn't a great place to try to avoid infection. It would end really bad." They pressed the palm of their hand against the stumps, still pulsing with white-hot pain, and lighting up his quirk with his healthy hand. The blue flames licked at the wound, making the room smell like a mix of blood and burnt flesh as they cauterized the points of amputation. "Besides. It's kind of bad ass, isn't it? I've already got scars all over me, now I've got missing fingers to match. I'm gonna look like I've been through some tough shit."
"Wow… Guess you're right," she giggled. "You look really cool, Dabi. I wouldn't wanna mess with a scary villain like you."
"And it's even better," they continued, pulling her back into their lap, "because I can tell everybody that my girlfriend did it. They're not gonna want to mess with you either, will they?"
Himiko flushed, ever the romantic, pulling the still-bloody and charred stumps into her mouth, her tongue laving over the damage she had left. "They'd better not. The only person I'll cut up more than someone I love is someone I hate."
"Damn right," they said, and despite themself, they admired the sight of her there. Himiko was strange, and she could be cruel, and apparently a bit insane with her sadism, but what was the League but a group of broken people? If he'd managed to find a way to make himself okay with all of this so quickly, he could turn just about anything into something he could handle. Maybe he was stronger than Endeavor had made him believe.
She finally released their aching hand from her mouth's wet, hot grasp, drool mixing with the quickly thickening mess of blood. Her lips were still stained with the stuff as she leaned down to kiss them, and that was a new sensation too, tasting himself so thoroughly. The mass amounts of blood felt thick against his tongue, irony and smeared between their tongues messily. Their hands were both covered in it too as they went back to each other, leaving red hand prints all over each others' bodies.
She began to grind against them again, and it was somehow like nothing had happened at all. At least, nothing so life changing as it should have been. If anything, Dabi had learned something about themself, something that had them wondering if they might be more of a freak than their girlfriend was. They didn't mind having their fingers chopped off. Worse, they felt good about it, even through the pain. It stung, and their vision was swimming from it and all the blood that had rushed out of their body, but despite all of it… They genuinely felt better about themself. They leaned further into the kiss, tangling their tongue against hers eagerly. They'd have to make it up to her, after she'd done something no one else could; make them feel powerful.