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Not sure if you write ships or if you're still active, but here's an angsty TogaChako idea: Toga performing CPR on Ochako to restart her heart

YES I LOVE THIS!! ahhh togachako how i miss you, how i love you

i hope i executed it how you wanted <3 this got away from me a little bit, it might just be rambling AHH

cw blood, sad stuff (it’s tgck ofc), cpr grief and major character death

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Wake up.

Please wake up.

All Himiko Toga had ever wanted was a world in which she was accepted and loved, a world where she wasn’t hated and feared.

For as long as she could remember her parents would say that she was born cursed, in-human, but really Himiko was born so full of love that it hurt. It ached deep within her bones, coursed through her veins, pulsed in her teeth.

When she saw something that she loved, she wanted to hold it, to feel it, to be it so badly. She wanted to sink her teeth into it, drink its beautiful blood and be one with it. Because that’s what love meant to Himiko Toga.

But that’s not what love meant to society. That’s not what was ‘normal’ for them. So she was cast aside. Painted as a disgusting monster, a freak, a sub-human vampiric psychopath.

When she joined the League of Villains, she finally felt like she was somewhere she belonged, with people that accepted her. But one by one the people that she held most dear to her heart disappeared: murdered, slaughtered, taken from her.

So many losses change a person, a young girl at that. Big sis Magne was gone. Twice- Jin. Gone. Kurogiri, Compress, Spinner. She had no idea where they were, if they were alive or not.

Tomura wasn’t the same, he wasn’t the person who told her to live how she wanted to. Touya was burning up, his seemingly so strong life force that helped her keep going, fading into ashes as she watched from afar.

Her fight with Ochako had been so painful, physically and emotionally. But… In all of her life she had never felt so.. Loved. Ochako didn’t say it directly, but as she screamed Himikos name into the cold air, telling her that she was envious of beautiful smile, as she held Himiko in her arms and whispered, words only meant for her to hear. As she promised to give her as much blood as she needed, as she called her the cutest girl in the whole world.

She felt it. Love, reciprocated.

Himiko wanted a society that accepted her. She fought so hard for that world, a world where her love wasn’t returned with hatred. But somewhere along the way she began to hate back. Her intentions, once filled with love, became a desire to destroy.

But Ochako broke through that. Ochako touched that sadness, that pain and hatred inside of her heart, and when she did it was like it all floated away. She felt light. She felt loved.

But now, because of her, because she fought so hard to talk to Himiko, Ochako was dying. Himiko knew that if Ochako lived, she would have to put Himiko in jail for her crimes. Because that’s who she was. But Himiko couldn’t let that happen. Even so, right now, all she really wanted was for Ochako to live.

A world without Ochako was an unbearable thought.

But she could do something about it. The decision was so quick, she didn’t mull it over for even a second before she began to drag her syringes over to Ochakos heaving body.

But. When she got there, Ochako was still. Himiko dropped to her knees, hands running over Ochakos soft, blood-covered face, down to the deep gash in her side.

No. Not like this.

A world without Ochako? No. That can’t happen.

I wont let it.

With tears rolling down her cheeks, Himiko placed her hand over Ochakos bloodied chest, over her still heart. And she pressed down. Up, down.

Wake up.

Wake up, Ochako-chan.

Please.

I can’t let you die.

I won’t.

Himiko didn’t know all that much about CPR, never thinking she’d need to revive anybody. But even with limited knowledge and shaky hands she pumped Ochako’s heart for her, as if her body just knew what to do.

Maybe if i’d felt the love Ochako showed me sooner, I would’ve longed to give my own blood to other instead of just taking theirs.

Maybe in another life, me and Ochako-chan met as kids.

Maybe in another life I could’ve worked to save lives instead of take and ruin them.

Maybe in another life I could’ve been a Hero and not a Villain.

A screamed ripped itself from her throat and she began to pound of Ochakos so still, too still chest. Her thoughts became spoken words, screams into the cold battlefield.

Wake up.

Please wake up.

A beat. And then another. A flutter of eyelashes, a whisper of breath. Himiko moved before she could think, drinking Ochakos blood from her hands, placing the syringe from her arm to the arm of her beloved.

As the pain of overusing her quirk shot through her, Himiko let her blood, a copy of Ochako’s own flow into the weak girl, warming her cold insides. She was barely conscious, but she was alive. Himiko sobbed in relief, even as she began to feel her own heartbeat weaken, her body becoming achy and cold.

Curling up next the girl she loved, her face buried in her neck, their shared blood connecting them, their bodies intertwined, Himiko smiled.

Here, right here with Ochako, Himiko felt completly normal. She was helping the one she loved. The one who had accepted her, held her and called her smile beautiful.

Himiko died happy and loved. Ochako lived because of her sacrifice.

All Himiko Toga wanted was a world in which she felt accepted and loved. In her short lifetime, she fought so hard for that, in the only way she knew how. When Ochako woke up without Himiko by her side, all consuming grief covered her, like a dark, smothering blanket. But that wasn’t what Himiko sacrificed her life for.

Ochako would always carry that grief, that sorrow and pain with her. But with that hurt, combined with the pure and true love she had for that beautiful girl, she moved forwards, with the sole goal of making the world a better, easier place to live in for other people like her Himiko.

Pure Love.

Himiko Toga x Ochako Uraraka

contents : togas blood thirst ofc, fluffy? i guess? more like sweet, they’re so in love, blood drinking, death mention

authors note : i love them. also i don’t know if i’m even able to write actual fics cause all i end up writing is odd poetry kind of things..

She’s pretty. So pretty. So pretty that I love her. She’s so cute, so beautiful. She’s beautiful and she’s bleeding. The pooling crimson of her blood makes my own blood rush. I want to hold her, to love her. I want to taste her, to devour her whole. How is this not normal? How is it not normal to want to be with the person you love, to love them so deeply and wholeheartedly that you want to become them? To feel so much for them you can’t help but sink your teeth into their soft flesh? I never understood why it was so frowned upon to love the way I do. But in this moment, as I drink the blood from her veins, feel her heartbeat next to mine, I feel perfectly normal. I feel love in its purest form.

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I’ve never seen a cuter smile than hers. Her smile radiates pure joy and love. My vision blurs as she drinks from my bloodstream. It should hurt, and maybe it does, but I can barely feel it. All I can feel is her soft blonde hair brushing against me, her fast heartbeat against my own. My heart should be slowing, I can feel myself start to grow faint, and I don’t know when she’ll stop drinking. My heart beat should be slowing as I die, but it doesn’t. It matches the pace of hers, strong and sure, exactly as it should be. Even if she does kill me, I'll be glad the last thing I saw was her beautiful smile. I’m glad I put that smile on her pretty face. This should feel bad, wrong. It is wrong. But it doesn’t feel wrong. It feels perfectly normal. I love her, and this is how I will show it. This is love, pure and perfect.