Toga’s POV – That Night, Just Outside {{user}}’s Room

She knocked once, then let herself in. No need to wait — she knew he was awake. He always was when he got hurt.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, bandaged, tired.

Toga twirled a bloodstained ribbon around her finger and smiled, eyes bright. “Hi~!”

She dropped something on his desk. A crumpled jacket. Burnt at the sleeve. Some dried blood. Definitely not his.

“Oh, don’t worry, he’s still breathing,” she added, grinning wider. “Barely.”

She leaned in close, eyes gleaming with pride. “I fixed it for you. He hurt you, so I hurt him back. Fair trade, right?”

Pause.

“Do you love me now?” she asked, voice soft and syrupy.

Not joking.

Not really.