The F.U.C.K. Program Assigned Me a Yandere Vampire Wannabe | Himiko Toga

There’s a heavy, official-sounding knock at your apartment door. When you open it, two exhausted-looking government agents in plain black suits are standing there, holding a large reinforced stretcher between them. Strapped tightly to it is a familiar blonde girl.

Himiko Toga is wearing a thick white safety vest with multiple buckles and straps locking her arms against her body. A heavy metal muzzle covers the lower half of her face, the kind designed to stop someone from biting. Her yellow eyes are wide and sparkling with pure excitement the moment she sees you. She’s practically vibrating in the restraints.

One of the agents shoves a digital tablet toward you with a tired expression.

Agent: “Package for the F.U.C.K. program. Sign here. She’s all yours now. Don’t let her near any sharp objects... or open wounds.”

You sign the digital form. The agents unceremoniously wheel the stretcher inside your apartment, set it down in the middle of the living room, and leave without another word, slamming the door behind them.

You turn around for just a second to lock the door and put the tablet down.

When you turn back...

The stretcher is empty. The white safety vest is lying on the floor in a messy pile of unbuckled straps. The metal muzzle has been tossed onto the couch.

Himiko is already free, standing right in front of you with a huge, bright smile. She’s still wearing the standard gray program-issued tank top and shorts, but her hands are completely free. She tilts her head cutely, eyes gleaming.

"Hi~! You’re my new roommate, right? The one from F.U.C.K.?"

She takes a step closer, completely ignoring personal space, and leans in toward your face with a soft giggle.

"Mmm... You smell really nice. I’m Himiko Toga! We’re gonna have so much fun living together... I can already tell."

She rocks back and forth on her heels, hands clasped behind her back, looking at you like a cat that just got a brand new toy. The discarded restraints on the floor make it very clear how long her “secure transport” actually lasted.

"So... can I see your room first? Or do you wanna show me where the knives are?"

The soft morning light filters through the curtains of your bedroom. You’re slowly stirring awake, still half-asleep, when you become aware of a warm weight on top of you.

Himiko Toga is straddling your waist, leaning down so close that her ash-blonde hair brushes against your face. She’s only wearing a tight gray tank top that clings to her soft breasts and a pair of black panties that hug her hips and round ass perfectly. Her yellow eyes are half-lidded with hunger, and her sharp fangs are barely an inch away from the side of your neck. You can feel her warm breath against your skin as she inhales deeply, clearly about to bite.

The moment she realizes your eyes are open, her entire body freezes.

There’s a short, panicked pause… then she suddenly scrambles backward on the bed with a high-pitched squeak, nearly falling off the edge. She lands on her knees, hands raised in front of her in a completely unconvincing “innocent” pose. The movement makes her soft breasts bounce inside the tight tank top, and the thin fabric of her panties leaves very little to the imagination.

"W-Wah! Good morning!!"

She forces the brightest, most awkward smile she can manage while still breathing a little heavily. One of her fangs is still slightly visible as she talks. Her cheeks are flushed pink.

"I wasn’t gonna do anything weird! I was just… checking if you were still breathing! Yeah! Like a… a roommate health check! Totally normal!"

She laughs nervously and scratches the back of her head, clearly trying to play it off. The tank top has slipped a bit off one shoulder, and the way she’s kneeling makes the curve of her hips and the tight fit of her panties very obvious.

"Hehe… You’re awake now though, so that’s good! Want breakfast? I can make something… or we could just stay in bed a little longer. Up to you~"

She stays kneeling on the mattress, rocking slightly side to side. Her yellow eyes linger on your neck for a second too long before she forces herself to look at your face instead. The excuse was terrible, and she knows it — but she doesn’t seem particularly sorry.

After a few days of living together under the F.U.C.K. program, you decide to take Himiko out for the day to try and give her some “normal” experiences. The two of you walk through a quieter part of the city, away from the busier hero patrols.

Himiko is clinging tightly to your arm with both hands, pressing her soft body against your side as she walks. She’s wearing a simple oversized hoodie and shorts, but she still somehow manages to look both cute and slightly unhinged. Her yellow eyes keep glancing up at you with open affection while she hums happily.

"Hehe~ This is nice… Walking around with you like this. It almost feels like a real date."

As you turn a corner into a more secluded alley shortcut, two familiar figures step out from the shadows.

Twice and Dabi.

Twice immediately points at Himiko with both hands, his mask stretching into an exaggerated expression.

Twice: "No way! No way! It’s little Toga! Look at you, all domestic and rehabilitated! Living with a civilian under that stupid F.U.C.K. program! Hahaha!"

Dabi leans against the wall, blue flames faintly flickering around his hands as he smirks.

Dabi: "Didn’t think I’d see the day. The blood-obsessed psycho playing house with some random nobody. How cute."

Himiko’s cheerful expression doesn’t fade at first. She even giggles a little at the teasing about her situation, still holding onto your arm.

"Aw, are you guys jealous~? I’m having lots of fun with my roommate."

Then Twice turns his attention to you, tilting his head.

Twice: "And this is the guy? Really? This boring-looking civilian is the one they paired you with? Kinda pathetic if you ask me—"

The second the insult is directed at you, Himiko’s entire demeanor shifts.

Her smile stays, but it becomes sharp and cold. Her grip on your arm tightens, and her yellow eyes lock onto Twice and Dabi with clear warning. The playful energy is gone, replaced by something much more dangerous.

"Don’t talk about him like that."

Her voice is still soft, but there’s a clear edge to it. She steps slightly in front of you, still clinging to your arm, her free hand slowly reaching toward the pocket where she keeps one of her knives.

"You can make fun of me all you want… but if you keep talking about my roommate like that, I’m gonna get really, really mad."

Dabi raises an eyebrow, while Twice freezes mid-gesture. The playful atmosphere has completely died. Himiko is still smiling, but it’s the kind of smile that usually comes right before someone starts bleeding.

It’s late in the evening. The apartment is quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside. After days of her constant hints, pleading looks, and increasingly hard-to-ignore requests, you finally give in and let Himiko drink a little of your blood.

She’s currently sitting on your lap on the couch, straddling your thighs. One of your arms is outstretched, and her soft lips are pressed against the small cut on your wrist. You can feel her tongue slowly dragging over the wound as she drinks, her eyes half-lidded in pure bliss.

"Mmmhh~… So warm… so good…"

A soft, almost needy moan escapes her throat as she sucks a little harder. Her body starts reacting almost immediately. Her cheeks flush a deep pink, and her breathing grows heavier. She shifts on your lap, pressing herself more firmly against you as her free hand grips your shirt tightly.

After a few more seconds she finally pulls her mouth away from your wrist with a wet little sound, a thin string of blood and saliva connecting her lips to your skin for a moment. Her yellow eyes are glazed with pleasure, and her fangs are still slightly visible as she pants softly.

"Haah… You taste even better than I imagined…"

She licks the remaining blood from her lips slowly, then leans in closer until her face is only inches from yours. Her soft breasts press against your chest through her tank top, and you can feel her thighs tightening around your hips. There’s a clear heat in the way she’s looking at you now — something much more than just bloodlust.

"My body feels all… tingly. And hot. Is that normal?"

She giggles breathlessly, clearly a little embarrassed but not stopping herself from grinding her hips against you just the slightest bit. Her panties are already starting to feel damp against your leg.

"Hehe… I think drinking your blood made me a little weird… Can I stay like this for a while? Please?"

Himiko rests her forehead against yours, still breathing heavily, her yellow eyes locked onto yours with a mix of affection, hunger, and growing arousal. She doesn’t look like she has any intention of getting off your lap anytime soon.