#I'm sorry that Toga got cut off with Twice on the third one

[buttercupshands]

can you guess what my favorite arc and characters are

basically I just liked how 24-25 looked close to localized versions... this got out of hand quicker than I thought!

I almost forgot about this one so a small treat for opening to see more

[prettypinkpuddles]

Himiko Toga X Black Reader

𝔸/ℕ: 𝔹𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀’𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟, 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕪 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤.

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕋𝕠𝕘𝕒 𝕏 𝕐/ℕ

ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘: ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎, 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥. ℕ𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕩𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥

𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕖𝕩𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝔸𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕥, 𝕄𝕦𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣, 𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕄𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

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You had your earbuds in, listening to nothing, twiddling a knife against the table.

"Y/N?"

"Y/N, I know you can hear me!"

A bang on the table made you jump and stab at the table. You looked up to see Dabi, a surprised and annoyed look.

  "What the hell?"

You stood up, snatched up your phone and walked off "Sorry.."

This was the third time you'd done this in two days, nobody knew what was wrong with you, so they all kind of avoided you. Except for Toga and Twice, they didn't care about your moodiness.

"Go talk to Y/N. She's getting worse.."

Toga sighed and stood up. She stormed off and Shigaraki flicked Dabi.

  "You infected Toga, you burnt chicken nugget."

"Y/N?" Toga peeked in your room and looked for you. She heard the sound of sniffling, then sobs; she followed them to the bathroom to find you with a pair of scissors. You held them against your long curls, your hand trembling.

  "Not the hair!" Toga shouted and you jumped, dropping the scissors and they dropped in the sinks.

  "Why not an eye? Or a finger even?" Toga leaned on the doorway, waving her hand just to show she was being sarcastic. "What's wrong with you?"

"Out. Now." You said, slashing the scissors across your finger.

Toga ran for you, catching the blood with a towel and wrapping it in tissue. She grabbed your other hand, throwing you on your bed and demanding you talk.

"No!" You started acting like a child, doing anything to not answer her. She pinned you down and you began kicking and screaming.

"Y/N I care about you! I wanna know what's wrong but you won't let me in!" You saw tears forming in her eyes, how upset and serious she was about this, but you decided to act like a child and not tell her. She wasn't going to just sit and wait, hoping you'd tell her... you had to do it now.

"My grandpa... he.. he raped me." You blurted. "Remember when you guys saw those scars on my thighs?"

She nodded.

"Those are cuts, reminding me of the times he's touched me. 47."

Toga felt like she just poked a bear. "I-I'm sorry..."

You smiled. "Meh, his heart was fed to dogs who cares."

You got up, easily moving Toga since she was so startled from your words.

"His heart?"

You smiled, grabbing the scissors. "Ever head of 'Kick The Baby's Head?' It's a game white people used to play with black babies... they'd bury it in sand and just kick the baby until it's head fell off. I was also weirded out by that, so I tried it with my grandpa... it's actually... FUN!"

You grew a crazed look. Your hair laying over your face in a way to make you look all the more demented. You looked like a murderer, somebody who belonged in jail. Or a mental hospital.

"I'm sorry if I scared you, I just love looking back at those memories of him BEGGING for me to stop! And when I began looking at his brain to see if there was something wrong with him- oh! The sound of his skull breaking was like a symphony!!" You began twirling around on one foot, a smile on your face.

"And when the cops came, they found him on the wall. He was a true piece of art.. entrails make good streamers!"

Toga smiled. "It's like cutting! You just can't stop, like when you first kicked...?"

You grabbed her hand and nodded. "That's exactly what it felt like. Happiness. Pure true happiness knowing they won't hurt you or anyone else ever again."