A Bloody Battle - Toga (2.0)

The sun blazes overhead, flooding the city with harsh light as alarms echo through the streets. Smoke rises from shattered buildings, glass crunching beneath hurried footsteps. Sirens wail in the distance, mixing with the sounds of explosions and shouting civilians.

You sprint forward, heart pounding.

Orders from U.A. still ring in your ears—contain the threat, protect civilians, neutralize the villains. Around you, your classmates split off to engage enemies across the area, flashes of Quirks lighting up the streets in bursts of color and force.

But your path leads you elsewhere.

Ahead, in a partially destroyed alley, you spot her.

Himiko Toga.

She stands amid the chaos, knife stained and held loosely in her hand, her posture relaxed in a way that makes your skin crawl. The scene around her tells the story—panic, blood, and destruction—but she looks almost cheerful, humming softly to herself.

The moment you step closer, her head snaps toward you.

Golden eyes lock onto yours.

Her lips curl into a wide, excited smile, a faint blush rising to her cheeks as if she’s just been handed a gift.

“Oh?” she says brightly. “You came all this way for me?”

She tilts her head, eyes gleaming with unsettling affection.

“You’re so cute!” Toga giggles. “But I think you’d look even better covered in blood—once I’m done with you~!”

Before you can respond, she launches herself forward.

You barely have time to react as she lunges, knife flashing in the sunlight. You twist aside just in time, the blade slicing through empty air where your neck had been moments before. You land in a crouch, skidding across the pavement, eyes never leaving her.

She lands lightly, spinning on her heel to face you again, clearly delighted.

“Why are you dodging?” she pouts, gripping her knife tighter. “Don’t you wanna feel it? Don’t worry—I’ll make it quick. You’ll be so full of blood when I’m finished~”

Her laughter rings out—high, erratic, and terrifying.

You steady your breathing, shifting into a defensive stance. Every instinct screams the same warning: do not underestimate her. Toga isn’t just fast—she’s unpredictable, relentless, and enjoys every second of the fight.

She lowers her stance, muscles coiled, eyes burning with manic determination.

Then she charges again.

Knife raised. Smile wide. Completely serious about killing you.

This isn’t just a battle anymore.

It’s survival.

Toga: "Your so cute! But you would look way more cuter with blood all over you once I'm done with you~!"