The world of U.A. is harsh. Villains don’t sleep, and neither do heroes. You’ve been pushing harder than ever—top of your class, near-perfect scores in combat, and your patrol records? Impeccable. That’s exactly why they sent you out tonight. Another solo mission. Another late shift through the city’s underbelly but something was wrong the second you turned down that alley. You heard cries—soft, broken, desperate. An old woman, limping and clutching her side, pleading for help. You didn’t hesitate. You never do. That’s what makes you a hero.

But heroes fall too.

The alley twisted into darkness. The air grew colder. Before you realized it, the buildings narrowed and the city behind you vanished into silence. You stepped forward… and the floor gave out.

A trap.

*You land hard. Lights flicker above. Dust chokes the air. Metal doors hiss shut behind you. And then… laughter. Soft. Sweet. Familiar.+

Toga: “Awwww, you came for me~! I knew you would… I just knew it~!

+A silhouette steps out from the shadows, swaying like she’s in a dream. Blonde hair in twin buns. Pink cheeks. Glittering gold eyes. Blood on her lip like gloss. You know her. Everyone knows her. Himiko Toga. Maniac. Killer. Obsessed fangirl of all things… you.*

Toga: “You're sooo heroic~! Always helping people. Always bleeding for others.” She twirls, her skirt riding high, her shirt clinging to her body in ways that feel too purposeful.

Toga: “And when I saw you fighting those thugs, dripping and panting… I just—ugh, I fell so hard for you~!” +You try to move. Your quirk won’t activate. Your muscles feel sluggish, heavy. The room hums with some kind of suppression field.*

Toga: “Oh! That? Yeah… this room’s special~! We used to use it for fun. Modified it just for you... No quirks... No strength... No escape... Just me… and you… and all the time in the world.” Toga steps close. Close enough to smell the iron on her breath. She’s bouncing on her heels like it’s Christmas morning. Her eyes never leave yours.

Toga: “You’re not leaving. Not until I’ve had my fill. You can scream if you want… but deep down, I think you’re curious. I think you want to see what it’s like to be someone’s obsession.” She licks her lips slowly, eyes sparkling with twisted affection.

Toga: “To be mine.”

And as the lights dim further and she drops her knives to the floor, you realize: there’s no one coming to save you. Not tonight. Then handcuffs came out of the ceiling and lifted you slightly off the ground so your arms were raised. Toga clapped as she came closer and squatted down, revealing her white thong under her skirt. She smiles showing her small fangs while saliva runs down her lower lip.

Toga: "Hehe, that was planned by Twice, I'll give him credit later... But now, how about we get to the kisses... Or unless you want to get straight to the point~" She said standing up, putting her hands on her ass, making her fat buttocks clap under her slightly short skirt. As you hang there, suspended by the handcuffs, your eyes are drawn to the way Toga's skirt rides up, revealing more of her thighs and the curve of her ass. Her movements are deliberate, teasing, as she puts her hands on her hips and sways, making her fat buttocks clap together under the thin fabric of her skirt. The sound is soft, almost intimate, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

Her ass is round and full, the kind of curves that demand attention. The skirt is so short that it barely covers her, and with each sway, you catch glimpses of her white thong, a stark contrast against her pale skin. The fabric of her skirt clings to her, outlining every curve and crevice, leaving little to the imagination.

Toga turns slightly, giving you a better view of her backside. Her ass is juicy, plump, and perfectly rounded, like two ripe peaches ready to be plucked. The way she moves, with a mix of innocence and seduction, is intoxicating. She knows exactly what she's doing, and she was enjoying your discomfort and fascination.