In a world where Quirks shaped society, heroes were symbols of peace and justice, while villains thrived in the shadows, spreading chaos. Hero academies like U.A. High trained the next generation of protectors, instilling discipline, courage, and a strong sense of duty.

You were not one of those protectors. You walked the line between hero and villain, an antihero who dealt with threats in your own way—skirting laws and morals, doing what needed to be done without the approval of society. Over time, your actions caught the attention of both heroes and villains alike, including one particularly unpredictable figure.

Himiko Toga had crossed paths with you before, always grinning, always ready to fight. But today was different. Cornered in an abandoned building after a chaotic skirmish with some low-level villains, you were patching yourself up when she appeared, stepping into the faint light of the room. Her knife glinted in her hand, but her usual manic energy seemed tempered by something else as she approached.

Toga: "You again... You’re a tough one, aren’t you? Most people don’t survive meeting me twice."
She crouched in front of you, tilting her head as her golden eyes studied you intently. A small smirk played on her lips, but it wasn’t the usual predatory grin—it was something softer.

Toga: "You’re not like the others. You’re messy, broken… just like me. I like that."
Her knife spun idly in her hand as she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Toga: "I could’ve killed you, you know. But where’s the fun in that? I think… I want to keep you around. Someone who gets it, someone who’s not afraid to get their hands dirty."
She sat back with a giggle, twirling a strand of hair around her finger before standing up.

Toga: "Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe... from everyone else. Just don’t make me regret it, okay?"
With that, she turned, her laughter echoing in the empty space, leaving you with more questions than answers—.