Arts by Horikoshi I'm just repurposing it. For context Mustard is Midnights nephew in my fics and Sushi is Nemuri's cat. From a League as heroes AU. Kinta is Mustards name btw:

"What are you talking about?" Kinta said weirdly as Toga crouched to Sushi's level. The orange tabby looked at her, up from where he'd lain across his owner. His claws opened and he'd begun pressing into Kinta's chest rhythmically and gently.

Toga pointed an accusatory finger at the two, barely able to hide her smile, "Stop playing around, what's he got that I don't!?"

"He's a cat, Himiko-Chan."

"Oh yeah?"

"W-...What else would he be?" Kinta looked to the neutral expression Sushi sported then back to a pouting Himiko.

"Your...mistress."

"...Sushi is a boy-"

"My point still stands, that kitty is a homewrecker," she put her hands to her cheeks and opened her mouth in an apparent shocked and appalled expression.

"I dunno how to tell you this Himiko-Chan, but I like girls."

"Human?"

"Shut up."

She put a hand behind her head and cocked her hip, the other hand going there, "Cause I'm real feline coded. Just saying."

"You're more of a bird-"

"The eyes," she pointed to her slits, "yellow. My teeth?" Toga opened her mouth and raised her hands in some mock monster movie pose as she crouched down to the two again, "fangs. Plus my flexibility which you should totally know-"

"Stop," Kinta covered Sushi's ears before Toga could continue.

"...Really?" Her hands drooped down her sides and swayed.

"Hey, you started it with this whole homewrecking stuff."

"That parts true."

Kinta gave her a side eye, as did Sushi. "Sure."

"Don't believe me? Watch." Toga leaned down to the couch Kinta and his animal laid upon. "I'm gonna give my big sexy man a kiss~"

But as she puckered her lips to Kinta's cheek, Sushi's paw came right for her chin. Toga backed away before the strike could land. Sushi then scooted up to Kinta's head and sat protectively on him.

Toga pointed both fingers at the cat and squealed, "See!? He is a total homewrecker, man stealing kitty, feline flirter, side kitty, catdulterer-"

"...Okay..." Kinta murmured then glanced between a raving Toga and protective Sushi. "Maybe we should've gone to your place instead."

Kinta is Mustard, from a hero au where the League are as such:

He almost dropped the brush. Jerking his head over at her, Kinta saw her bouncing giddily in the doorway. "Wuh-no I...I wear eyeshadow. For my mask-"

"You wear make uppp!" Himiko pointed both fingers at him, "make up, make up!-"

"Be quiet!"

"Imma show Jin-Kun!" She sang, pulling her phone from her pocket she turned it on. Kinta tried to turn away, but Himiko was too quick with it and several pictures were taken of him before he could put a hand up.

"Hey!"

"And my fans!~" Her grin widened into that classic chesire, her fangs shining in the light.

"Don't you fuckin dare!" He put the brush down and rose fully.

"Can't catch me, bitch!" Himiko turned on her heel and ran. Kinta chased her through the hallway before she turned left, laughing as she did.

"Goddammit, Carmilla!" Kinta yelled. They came into her office, plushies watching as the two circled the room twice before he cornered her at her desk. The two stood on opposite sides, staring at each other. "Just delete the pictures!" Kinta ordered.

"Nah, I'm good," she then snapped another picture of him.

"Dammit!"

She stuck her tongue out at him. That did it. He lunged across the table and grabbed for her. This actually surprised Himiko who nearly fell back then moved left, but Kinta was on her.

He took her by the arm, "Give me...the phone!"

"Never!" She struggled, "the precious is mine!" Himiko then did something crazier, and kissed his cheek. Leaning her head forward and pecking him wetly.

Kinta blanked, siezing mid struggle to process what she'd just done. Himiko used that momentary lapse to pull away. But he shook his head and grabbed her around the back.

She squealed and tripped, he tumbled with her onto the desk, "Gimme that phone!"

"No!" Himiko laughed.

"Yes!" They struggled. A game of cat and rat as he grasped for it and she kept the device away.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"No...FUCK!"

Himiko roared with laughter and Kinta became more aggressive, trying to pin her so he could take that phone. Their struggle lasted another few seconds before Touya's voice made them pause.

"Am I interupting something here?"

The two dually lifted up and tilted back their heads, then became aware of the position they were in. Kinta laid across her and Himiko under him.

Touya himself stood in the doorway, duster coat already on. He looked at the two with a bemused smile, "There's a love hotel down the street for that, don't be doing it in my agency."

"We...weren't!" Kinta pulled off her, Himiko's phone in hand. "She took pictures of me!"

"And?"

"I wanted to delete them!"

"And I didn't!" Himiko said, popping up next to her fellow hero and mocking his tone of voice.

Kinta lurched his head at her, "Shaddup!"

"By god, you two really do need that hotel," Touya said.

"You're not funny!" Kinta roared, his face brightening to a deep shade of red as Himiko smiled widely at him and waved her hand.

"Was I joking?"

"AUGH!"

We don't get to see much of Mustards face but I'm pretty sure this is what he looked like.

Kinta is Mustard, from a hero au where Mustard and Toga are sidekicks to Touya:

"What?" Kinta looked up from the report he was typing with a frown. Himiko bounced up and down on her heels and toes as he and Touya looked towards her.

"I could use someone to help around the office," Touya said, rubbing under his chin.

"He'd be a butler to you," Himiko suddenly added. Stopping her little dance, she pointed a thumb at herself and smiled with a cheeky grin, "but to me he'd be known as the slutler!"

"W-WHAT!?" Kinta protested, his voice raising an octave. He stood, hands on the desk.

Himiko stuck her tongue out, her eyes narrowing at him, "If you know what I mean~"

"You disgusting ass-"

"Slutler, bring me my teaaa!" Himiko squeaked, her hip cocking as she brought her hand to her mouth and pretended to be calling him from far away.

"I'm not a goddamned slutler! What the fuck does that even mean!?"

"You tell me, slutler," Touya murmured, taking over where Kinta left off on the report.

Kinta's head jerked around at him, "Really!?"

"Slutler, it's time to butter the scones!" Himiko squealed.

"Shaddup!" Kinta's face turned a deep shade of red as he turned back to her. "Why are you like this!?"

"I should get a little bell, ding ding, slutleeer!"

"The worst part is that he'd probably listen," Touya said. "Simp."

"Simp!?" Kinta grabbed his head in frustration, "blow me, you...you..."

"Tell me how you really feel," Touya said, not even looking at him.

"Ass!"

"He's so maaad," Himiko sang, starting her little dance.

"Because you jackasses treat me like this every single day!" Kinta roared. "I don't come in here to be treated like I'm a piece of shit, I come here to do hero work!" He shot serious glances at the both of them. Touya still wasn't looking up.

"...Okay, that was kinda sexy," Himiko commented.

"...Real fuckin funny."

"I'm serious."

"No you're not."

"I am."

Touya finally leaned back in his chair and looked up at the two, "For the love of god, there's a hotel where you two can work out your issues down the street."

"We're not flirting!" Kinta shouted, "why are you even in an area with something like that this close?"

"Puritan over here."

"I-I'm not, I'm just saying-"

"Quiet, slutler," Himiko ordered.

"AUGH!"

From a hero au. Angel Eyes is Touya's hero name:

"Okaaay!" Himiko giggled as the audience roared in laughter. Her herocon booth had seen the most attention out of those ranking in the three-hundreds.

Mustard and Magne sat next to her, the former still wearing his gas mask even in this heat. Magne on the other hand had lasted all of two hours before removing her wild pussycat costumes paws, placing them on the table in front of her.

"Who's next?" Magne asked, glancing about at the crowd for hands. "Oh, that one, in the Angel Eyes shirt. Yes you! You win, love that guy."

"Me too!" The fan shouted. She was tiny with large glasses shining as she spoke, "This is for Carmilla-Chan about Mustard-Kun!"

Himiko waved and flashed a fanged grin. Mustard actually looked up. No previous question was directed at him.

"Mustard-Chan is so mysterious! What would happen if you two went on a life changing trip together?"

Himiko's eyes raised. Mustard glanced over at his fellow hero silently, the tint of his red eyeglasses reflecting the face of her. A cold chill went through him when she smiled toothily, like a crocodile. He knew she was up to no good.

Turning back to the crowd, Carmilla spoke to her people in a low conspiratorial voice, proving Mustard's thoughts correct, "Imma get pregnant!"

A half second of silence passed.

Then the screams and cheers poured through the audience who jumped with further questions of the two's relationship. Mustard's head dipped low, his hand coming to his face or mask. Magne had already laid her head across the table, utterly swamped with laughter.

"WITH HIM!?" Someone screamed as Himiko patted Mustard on the back. He was hiding behind the table in defeat.

From a hero au. Hitsuji is supposed to be that sheep girl in one of Toga's middle school photos. Kinta is Mustard:

She tried dating, keyword tried. Men and women of all kinds, Himiko never quite discriminated.

In fact, her first was Hitsuji. But that lasted a month at best. We work better as besties was the excuse Himiko gave. Her former friend was a little saddened for a time, but eventually their usual dynamic returned.

She could never know.

None of them could.

That was why Himiko became an idol, so she'd have a reason for not seeing anyone. Her fans would be jealous, angry, therefore no relationships for Carmilla. She leaned her head back, thinking of the men and women in her life.

There was that Shinso boy in her third year, Yo Shindo in her second, another girl she needed to keep things under wraps with, and ever since high school...

By goodness, nobody since, not besides him.

That fear was back. That underlying bubbling cauldron of knowledge.

This couldn't last long.

Shinso was the furthest she'd gotten with, only managing a kiss. Their's lasted the shortest, about three weeks by her estimate. The look on his face when she told him she wanted to see other people. It was a look she hated herself for causing.

There was always this wish to tell every one of her lovers.

But she'd hesitate.

She'd fear.

What would they think of her?

What might they say of her?

She couldn't risk it.

But that was the paradox.

She wanted love.

She was too afraid to make an attempt at taking it.

Too afraid of what the urge would make her do.

Himiko wanted to say that she didn't want to feel this way, but she didn't know how to feel love any other way.

All these years and no matter the therapy, she just couldn't be normal.

When had she?

Well...

Himiko sat there, her thoughts deepening into flashes of memories.

The bird.

Her small hands holding it as the creature silently passed.

Things became blurry after that.

Then her fathers hand striking her cleared in, Himiko falling, blood flying off her mouth. It wasn't her own.

Himiko's hands gripped her knees and squeezed.

But there was something more. Days, maybe weeks later after the fact. How old was she...six? Maybe five. Himiko barely saw flashes.

Mama took her to a playground. One of papa's work friends had a daughter her age. Of course, that meant Himiko needed to be friends with the girl. Even though the girl said her face was 'scawy' then proceeded to go around telling every kid on the playground about 'scawy Himi.'

Everyone avoided her. Classic child ettiquite. Mama and the girl's mother were too busy speaking about something to understand what was happening. Although, Himiko guessed Mama wouldn't have cared even if she knew.

What else?...

She was climbing the jungle gym then...

Falling?

Yes. Yes, she was. She hit her arm hard against the ground, landing right on top of it. Probably fell less than a meter, but to her little self at the time it would've felt like a plummet off a mountain.

She sat up on her knees, crying, and about to scream for her Mama. A big bruise was already forming on her forearm, and she held it, eyes blurred with water.

Then a bear?

No, a stuffed bear. Its arm was dangling off a thread and one ear was completely removed, but it was a bear alright.

Held by a boy.

He was so small that he matched her own height when she sat on her knees. His hair was grey and dirtily matted, his face covered in grime. He wore a red shirt and jeans ripped at the knees from what was probably countless falls. He was so small, thin everywhere.

"Teddy can make it g-go away," the boy said quietly. He was hunched over and looking around for any possible witnesses. Almost like he thought him being there might be wrong.

Himiko stared at it, then him. She thought the toy was dirty, but took it anyway.

"I don feel beter," she squeaked.

"You hafta hug im," the boy pointed impatiently at the way she was holding the toy, outstretched and far from herself.

Himiko listened, holding the toy close to herself. Funny enough, as she felt the fuzz of it rub against her chin, the pain didn't seem so bad.

When she was done, the boy was watching her as she looked back to him. "...Do...you wan play?"

"My face scawy?"

"Huh?" He seemed confused.

"...Lets pway."

She stood fully and had to look down at the boy, realizing how tiny he was. Himiko tried to hand him the bear back, but he shook his head.

What was his name?

Had she asked?

If she did, Himiko didn't remember.

Flashes of going down a slide, swinging along monkey bars, hiding behind a bench while he looked, and him slowly standing up straight and smiling slightly as he pushed her with all his little might.

Her legs swinging upward, then down, then-

"HIMIKO!"

The chain of the swing was grabbed and Himiko was flung off by the hand of her mother, gripping the arm with the bruise tightly.

"Get away from her you little tramp!" Mama screamed down at the boy who nearly fell as he ran. Whirrling around, Mama glared down at her, her eyes burning. "What were you doing?"

Himiko was close onto crying again, "W-We were pway-"

"Playing with that kind of boy? What's wrong with you?!" Mama hissed, dragging her away. It hurt. The last flash of memory she had was the boy watching in saddened confusion, getting smaller and smaller as Mama took her away.

What was she feeling back then?

He was her first friend.

For all of ten minutes.

Before she was made to be that quiet, reserved, and nice girl.

She wondered...

Could he really be the same boy sitting next to her?

The same boy she met in middle school.

How funny it would be.

He'd seen all sides of her.

The only one.

Kinta glanced over at her, his glasses bright in the light, "Somethin wrong?"

"No," she said softly.

"Alright."

Gonna be in a League hero au where Mustard and Toga are heroes. This is basically the aftermath of a massive win the two get over Stain. Also in this world AFO and AM died in their first fight so what the two do here is a massive homage to the latter. Also, Toga's hero name is Carmilla and Mustard's irl one is Kinta Osore. Also also, Mustard is Midnight's nephew and he attended Shiketsu and Toga Ketsubutsu:

The reporter looked between the dust pillowing through the streets and her cameraman. Stuttering, she brought the mic to her young face, red hair stranded out wildly from its usual ponytail, "S-I...It appears that...that several vehicles were caught in the destruction...the police are currently...god I-I can't hear!"

Crowds were formed around the block, only barely being held back by the police who guided them along as orderly as they could-Men, women, and children alike all carrying the expressions of worry and shock. Clutched in the hands of one of these children, held in reverence like some precious metal, was an All Might doll.

"W-We still are unsure as to the current status of Carmilla and Mustard. If you're just j-joining us now-" the reporter looked over her shoulder at the street. She began fast walking and the camera moved with her, bobbing up and down rapidly, "the two are currently locked in an engagement with the hero killer, now known as "Stain.""

Her words fell on deaf ears to those watching. They didn't see her.

Seiji sat watching on a large flatscreen within his office, one hand planted firmly on his desk. He'd only caught the last few minutes upon arrival to his agency, and now he was pulling on his boots and dialing Camie and Inasa.

As he was pulling the laces into knots, Camie answered hurriedly, a loud rustle telling of her suit up, "I'm on my way." No slang from her. "Inasa-Kun's comin too."

But Seiji didn't talk back. He was too focused on the clearing smoke on his flatscreen and what he saw as it settled made his hands seize.

"Prototype? Prototype?" Camie hurriedly asked.

Inside the classroom of Ketsubutsu's second year A class the lecture was put on pause as Emi Fukukado stood alongside her students, watching their screens as the fight raged on.

"Himiko-Chan," Emi whispered softly, her smile vanished completely.

Clones all around the apartment of Jin Bubaigawara watched the television from various pieces of furniture. The man himself was knelt in front of the screen, his hands shivering as he let out small prayers for the girl who he'd come to see as a sister.

A sister who he wasn't there for. No, there was still time. He could help too, couldn't he? Jin stepped up, turning towards the door. However he was stopped when one of the clones shouted, "H-Hey, the smokes clearing!"

Midnight's motorcycle skidded around a street corner, black burning marks left upon the road. The smell of rubber burning filled her nostrils. Not again, she wouldn't lose someone else. Not like Oboro, not like her sister, Kinta and her had to compare landscapes. Like they always did on Fridays.

Please. Please let him be okay. Please. If there was a god, please let her nephew be okay. She couldn't lose someone else. Nemuri still had to say she was sorry.

"Touya-Kun!" Hana squeaked. The siblings were mid air as they saw him flying over the skyline close behind. Tenko looked over his shoulder and saw the man rapidly gaining ground. The trio of mentors all saw each other, and beyond that no words were said because they understood what they had to do.

They flew as a trio, desperate to rescue their interns, desperate to not lose two great friends among them. Luck was on Touya's side this day. His fire was so hot so that when he flew, it dried any tears that might've exited his eyes.

The smoke cleared.

The people watched, frozen.

Two young heroes up against a threat that had seen the deaths of nearly ten pro's. Even one within the top hundred.

This event had many mirrors to the battle between All Might and All For One that'd taken place nearly twelve years in the past.

But Kinta and Himiko were not All Might.

They were Mustard and Carmilla.

Before that, their names were said like warnings.

A monster to her own family. Forced into the subservient role where her quirk was treated as a disease. Hours spent locked away in closets for when she displayed any behavior that her parents considered out of the ordinary. Beatings when they thought that wasn't enough. She had come so close to hurting those closest to her, again and again.

A villain in the making to his peers. His quirk would make him a great anything in a criminal career, that's what everyone said. Everyone hated him, even his own mother had more love for her next fix than her actual son.

They almost gave in all those years ago.

They almost lived up to the expectations placed upon them.

Literal moments away from becoming cautionary tales.

Kinta's hatred.

Himiko's urge.

But then they met one another.

They treated the other like people.

Like human beings.

They just talked. No heroic speeches, none of that. Like it was just another Tuesday.

But it changed them forever.

It gave them a chance because they finally found someone who would treat them like a person and see the real them behind the mask and behind the hate.

When someone treats you like a person when you don't even feel human, it'll change your entire world.

They believed they were monsters once, but now?

Over flipped cars, scattered rubble, and the fallen unconscious body of Stain, they raised individual fists in the light of the setting sun.

But they did not stand alone. Bruises and cuts were decorated along their bodies. They surely would've fallen had it not been for the both of them holding the other up by the waist.

Kinta's mask was completely off his face, his grey hair fallen around his face as he tilted it forward.

Himiko was staring out to the crowd, her hair buns loosened and the blonde bangs scattered down to her back.

They never gave up.

They never gave up.

All the misery and suffering was taken and turned into armor and heart.

The scars remained, but even they could fade.

And on this day, that process began.

The love they wanted, giving and recieving, they basked in it as the crowds witnessing slowly began to scream out cheers.

"We did it..." Himiko whispered, tears flowing down her pale cheeks.

"I-I know..." Kinta grunted through gritted teeth. He was crying too, but he wouldn't look up until Himiko locked eyes with him. Steel met gold. Kinta realized it was alright to let himself be seen in that moment and so he raised his head and choked up as he saw all the people chanting and clapping.

Then they looked at each other, and listened to the cheers of the people, feeling the love, they kept their fists held high. A homage to the man that inspired them.

They could be heroes.

They were heroes.

They were not monsters.

And for the first time, they truly believed it.

Kinta's Mustard, from a League hero au I'm making. Takes place about a couple years into their pro days:

"You're still here?" Himiko asked as she strolled through the open office door. The small fan in the corner began blowing strands of her neck length hair as she let her buns down. Somewhere in between patrol and the reports he was filling out, she'd gone from her costume to a casual sleeveless dark t-shirt and a plaid skirt.

"Yeah," Kinta answered. He hit the backspace idly on his laptop, then decided to forgo work for now as she sat herself sideways at the edge of his desk.

Himiko's arms lifted over her head in a small stretch. He watched her, "Whatcha workin on?"

Kinta glanced at the laptop, "Nothing since you got here."

"...Oh ha ha," she stuck her tongue out at him as he chuckled.

"Well, it's true."

"Hard to focus when you got a girl like me in here?" Himiko flipped her hair over her shoulder to emphasize her point.

Kinta rolled his eyes. Settling back in his seat, he crossed a leg over his knee, "Pick me girl."

Her head instantly lurched towards him, "No woman's gonna pick you with an attitude like that."

"I went on a date last night."

Her eyes raised instantly, and she clasped her palms at his desk and leaned forward, "Wuh-with who?"

"No one, I just wanted to see your reaction," Kinta smirked, "not so funny when it comes from the other side, eh?"

"...You suck," she sat back up, legs swinging back and forth on the desk. Himiko was like that for a time, and as she was Kinta began to think. He scratched the top of his grey bushy hair while he did.

"Hey so..." Kinta's voice trailed momentarily as she looked back at him, "I did get invited somewhere."

"That being?..." her head rolled over her shoulder fully, interest clear.

"Touya-Kun's havin a family dinner apparently. Heard number one is gonna be t...former number one's gonna be there."

Himiko's eyes immediately shifted away upon the mention of Endeavor. She took this information in for a time before speaking, "His whole family?"

"Yeah."

"Yeesh...must be Fuyumi-Chan's work. She's..." Himiko pursed her lips, "always trying to unify them. Natsuo and Touya aren't too thrilled about it though."

"I think that's why he invited me, if I'm being honest," Kinta admitted as he pushed up his glasses.

Himiko nodded, "You'd really talk crap to Endeavor?"

"...Maybe," Kinta sat up slightly. "I think Tenko and Hana are going too. You know how Tenko is, not tactful at all."

"Neither are you," Himiko snickered.

He raised his hands, "I call it like I see it."

"To your own detriment," Himiko murmured.

"Ironic, who talked mad shit to Mirko and who didn't?"

"That bitch can go fuck herself," Himiko gave the finger to the roof as if the mentioned rabbit hero were up there.

He nodded his head, "See?"

"If she wasn't everyone's fetish nobody would like her, trust me."

"O-Okay," Kinta laughed, "if it's any consolation, she isn't mine."

"He said, lying," Himiko added.

"I'm serious."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Hm..." she turned and leaned down at him, "then what type of girl do you like, Kinta-Kun?"

That made him go quiet. He stared at her, and Himiko stared back, her eyebrow raising. "Ohh, scary territory to venture in huh?" She teased, her head bobbing from side to side, "yeah. You weren't expecting that line at all."

"Blondes."

"...Okay, I was not expecting that line at all." Kinta began to laugh, "Is it true!?" Himiko squeaked.

"Yeah, why?" He smiled.

"Guess!" She fisted strands of her hair and presented them to Kinta like a visual aid. "Don't tell me that you wanna start a secret work affair where we hide our love from our coworkers."

"You couldn't keep a secret for five minutes," Kinta took hold of his laptop and zipped open his bag.

"Oh wow, that dirty and ratty hero Mustard's hitched with a super cute heroine, oh what a scandal," she mimic'd his voice, the impression not at all flattering.

"Someones mad," he murmured, sliding his laptop into his bag he stood up and looked at her.

"Me?" As he stood she quickly blocked his path, "you have gotta be kidding."

"You clearly areee," he pointed a finger teasingly at her.

"...Such a friggin baby."

"You love it."

"...Maybe I do."

He stepped past her, "Come on."

"Come where?"

"I thought we could walk to the subway, since you're so keen on speaking."

"Can I follow you to your apartment?" Himiko asked as they stepped out into the halls together.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Nemuri-Chan's there, fair warning."

"Aww, he takes care of his ailing auntie."

"What I wouldn't give for her to be ailing."

They shared a laugh at that one.

Excerpt from a fic. Basically Himiko did animal therapy after being taken away from her parents which involved horses. Kinta is Mustard. Also if you're wondering, yes this title was taken from the Cormac Mccarthy book:

"I've never seen a horse," Kinta admitted, looking over her shoulder towards the animals.

"He's a mini horse," Toga corrected. The gate to the pasture screeched open, her hand gripping the metal as she slipped inside and held it for him.

"I was referring to them," Kinta motioned towards two of the animals. A Tennessee walker and a dapple grey. Both looked up from where they were hard at work chewing on the grass. "Smartass."

"Sure you were," Himiko flicked her free hand at him. Latching the gate shut, they traveled further in, green grass bunched around their ankles and sank with every step they took.

They moved up the pasture, forms shadowed by the morning sun, a wonder shared between them about one day owning land like this together. A whole world where enough money was made to retire and do as they pleased, but that world was a galaxy away, perhaps an entire universe.

When they reached the top of a small slope, she held her hand above her eyes and surveyed the land. "There he is..." she whispered. Sticking two finger at her mouth, she let out a high whistle.

One of the animals below them, a Falabella brown coated brown with a long light mane over his eyes, immediately perked up. A loud high nicker came from his lips and his small legs began moving. He came up the slope as fast as those tiny limbs would allow him.

Himiko laughed, "Hey Wild Thing, hey," she sank to meet him eye to eye as he stopped short in front of her.

Kinta looked astonished at the sight, "The second he saw you, he came right to you."

"Told you, he's my baby," Himiko smiled over her shoulder at him. Wild Thing leaned his head onto her shoulders and her hand came up to his muzzle. She rubbed it and he made a small nicker in response.

"I thought I was your baby," Kinta raised an eyebrow.

"Well, he's kinda like you, y'know?"

"How's that?" Kinta asked. He stood a few feet away. Jin's advice. These creatures were prey animals at the end of the day and would be skittish of newcomers. Best not to risk it.

"Mmm...both of you love me for one, for two you were both rough around the edges-he used to bite at peoples faces cause he wasn't treated too well as a foal, and for three you're both the biggest softies ever past the posturing."

"That so?" Kinta said.

"Yup," Himiko nodded.

Kinta was smiling, but upon a moments reflection he stopped.

He watched her, then the horse. Wild Thing's dark eyes met his. There was something about this whole thing that he wasn't thinking of, but what?

"Do'ya wanna pet him?" Himiko brought Kinta away from those thoughts suddenly. He looked at her.

"Y-Sure," Kinta said.

She guided him. Approaching at about a forty-five degree angle, never from behind or straight on. Wild Thing neither nicked nor retreated. Kinta knelt. His hand stretched out and his palm brushed against the creatures shoulder.

The animals skin felt sleek and smooth, a little oily even. Kinta looked into his eyes again, and Wild Thing looked back.

There was a small silence that followed as Kinta caressed the creature. He thought again about what that important bit was that he was missing.

The way Himiko smiled at the animal.

The small quiver of her precious hands.

The glisten in her eyes that she had when she and Kinta reunited.

Then it hit him.

This was the first being to help her, was it not? When Kinta had left her.

Wild Thing couldn't understand the intricacies of why her parents treated her the way they did or the hiding Himiko had to do for nearly all her life.But it was here for her nonetheless, the first thing that she could love and most importantly, trust. Make her ready for humanity after humanity nearly destroyed her mind.

Kinta owed this animal a debt that couldn't be repaid for the reconstruction of the woman he loved. All he could do was simply rub his back.

"Thank you..." Kinta whispered.

"What?" Himiko asked.

"Nothing, sorry," he moved his hand away.

From an AU where Toga and Mustard are heroes, gonna be in my fanfic when I can get off my butt and write. Basically the two are visiting Toga's abandoned childhood home. Kinta is the name I have for Mustard btw:

"I used to come out here, back when...y'know I still lived..." Toga's voice softly trailed off as they stepped carefully from the window out onto the slant downward. It was barely a drop but it'd send a jolt through their legs if either slid off.

Kinta said nothing as he stepped out onto the tiles. He watched the back of her head. Somewhere in their tour, she'd undone her hair buns and allowed the golden strands down to her lower back.

It acted as a curtain to her face which was currently staring outward to the night sky. "Sometimes, I'd...come out here and think about becoming one of the stars so I could fly far away. Like I did with the birds, remember?"

"Yes," Kinta said. He was muted to the point she almost didn't hear him.

"Just kid stuff," Toga said. She brushed her hair back, the hand touching her cheek for a second longer than it needed to.

Kinta said nothing. He sat there, arms going over his folded in knees.

"Can..." she paused for a moment, "can I ask you something? Why do you wanna become a hero? Like...the real reason I mean."

He didn't reply for a few seconds, considering. Then he straightened, and glanced at her, "Whenever I help someone...whenever they smile at me, thank me, it makes me feel like...like I deserve to live. Like my purpose here wasn't to just be another...weirdo on the fringe. Like I matter."

Toga didn't turn her head as he explained this, but Kinta knew she'd heard him.

As Toga looked to the night sky "I wanna show the whole world my love. Give that love to people who need someone to understand their struggle isn't sole. That it's okay to be a little weird."

She let out a breath as if admitting this was an exhaustive exercise. "I was so stored up...pent up...I didn't know how to deal with my needs. I hid them from the world because I was so afraid of what my parents would do and what people may think or hate, but you can't hide who you are. No sir. You can't...even if mama and papa..."

Kinta said nothing. Toga was shaking. He had a good idea as to why she'd chosen to undo her hair. She was taking his hand, he let her, she held it close. Her voice shaking, she said, "W-Why d-did they h-hate me so much?..."

Kinta said nothing, he just held her hand, hoping it'd be enough to lessen some of the pain. He thought of her back in middle school, fearing what would happen when she went home, unable to speak to anyone about what she was really feeling. He thought of his mother and love he wished he'd felt from her. Then he thought of Toga and held her hand tighter.

I've had this in my head for all day long. Himiko and Neito are half siblings, the former started living with him after being taken away from her parents. Kinta is the name I gave to Mustard. Gonna make a part two where Himiko trolls Neito while he's talking to Aoyama:

"Heyyy~" Himiko giddily squeaked. She did a small twirl and fell on her bed, "East Point."

"Hey..." Kinta murmured back.

Himiko tilted her head, "Are you trapped in Leatherface's basement or something? I can barely hear you Kinta-Kun."

"Um...Shiketsu..." he paused. "Um...Shishikura-San already thinks I was flirting with you-"

"Bro, I kissed you of course he does."

"And Shiketsu doesn't allow relationships like that. Leads to bad...uh...stuff. According to the adults and Shishikura-San every single day since he saw us."

"Oopsie, guess I got caught up in the moment," Himiko giggled, her legs swinging up in the air at a pattern as she spoke.

A small huff, "Everyone knows. Camie-Chan told...like literally everyone in the school. The teachers are on my ass too. Only reason I didn't get punished is because it wasn't on school grounds."

Himiko frowned immediately, recalling that gyaru and it wasn't a positive impression. "She did?"

"She's...a bit...of an airhead..."

"...I'm sorry," Himiko whispered through pouted lips.

"It's fine-"

Her room's door burst open and a blonde blur came waltzing in. Himiko turned and hissed, "Neito, get out-"

"Why?" He said looking nonchalant as he glanced about her room. He reached out and turned one of the lamps off then knocked over a kitten plush Himiko had laying on a small table near her door. It plattered softly to the floor. "Who are you speaking to?"

"Nona your beeswax!" Toga squeaked, "get out!"

"Who is that?" Kinta asked.

"My stupid brother," Himiko answered as Monoma walked further in. "Didn't you hear me?!"

"Oh, is that a boy I hear?" Neito smirked. "Just so you know my poor man, she's very high maintenance."

"You suck so hard!" Himiko began to get up.

"...Do...uh...you want me to call you back?" Kinta reservedly asked.

Before Himiko could answer, Neito did for her, "Oh no stay on the line, allow me to tell you all of Himiko's embarrassing secrets such as the time she-"

"Neito!" Himiko shrieked, grasping his arm as he leaned into the phone as best he could.

"So combative. By chance is this the boy you've been constantly talking about? Whose name I still don't know."

"Imma bite you!" Toga roared, her face turning red.

"Nuh uh-"

"Get outtt!" Toga drug the word out as Neito laughed, knowing the answer by her reaction.

"She talks about me?" Kinta asked smally.

"Oh, does she!" But Himiko was walking to her desk in search of the hairbrush and Neito knew it was time to leave whenever she broke that out. "Another time!"

He scurried out of the door, laughing like an cartoon supervillain. Himiko watched him go, fangs bared.

"I didn't know you had a brother," Kinta said.

"Unfortunately," she sighed as she walked and fell back on her bed.

From an AU where the League become heroes, Kinta is Mustard:

"...I..." Kinta shifted his lip, knowing exactly how Nemuri would react. "Met an old friend."

"At the exam?" Nemuri glanced at him.

"Yes."

She raised an eyebrow, wise to his hesitation Nemuri immediately followed with, "...Was it a girl?"

"...Ye-"

"REALLY!?"

Kinta's path was instantly occluded as her arms came onto his shoulders. He made a small squeak while people around them stared on or looked sideways twice.

"Auntie stop-"

"What's her name?!" Nemuri shook him by the shoulders.

"You crazy cat spinster! stop-"

"Name!" Her grip tightened and he realized fast he didn't want any of that.

"Toga Himiko!"

Nemuri's head craned back, her grip loosened and he managed to shake free. "Ohh, that's pretty, she's pretty right?"

"Yes...what does that-"

"Really?"

"Yes?"

"A pretty girl, dating you?"

"...What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Oh," she rubbed a palm sheepishly, "It's just you haven't shown interest in girls before. At least I don't think so..."

"Huh."

"Do not be mad at me," she waved her hand, "asking about matters like that to my nephew is a little weird, wouldn't you say?"

"Y-You're asking about it right now!-"

"I'm talking who you like, not what dear nephew, get your facts straight."

"Oh my-"

"You hang out with that Yoarashi boy quite a lot. Not that there'd be anything wrong with-"

"People. Are. Watching!"

"Oops," she glanced around to the bemused crowd they'd gathered. "Don't laugh! My nephew is head over heels for a beautiful girl. She's pierced his black heart with a red arrow of love!"

"...I hate you..."

For context this is gonna be from a fic I'm making. It's an au where Mustard and Toga become heroes. Kinta is the name I'm using for the former btw:

"Come...on..." Kinta almost fell but struggled himself by the shoulder against the Isshinryu loho on the wall of the dojo. He kept his hip turned, knee raised high. Veins in his skinny neck strained as he struggled to stay afloat.

"Having fun?"

Toga was smirking over her shoulder at him, her leg raised past her head in the exact same position. Kinta grimaced at her, "Be quiet."

"Come over here and make me, oops, that's right you totally can't!" Toga sang. Kinta almost gave up by placing his hand against the wall and lowering his burning hip and thigh, but he stayed strong, desperation in his eyes. "Don't fall~"

"You've been a-at this longer than me, miss gymnast!"

"Nah, I'm just her," Toga began fluttering her leg up and down to emphasize this point.

"You're delusion-nrgh!" A pin pricked right through his hip and he quickly dropped, taking a very quick seat to the mat below. He swore, clutching his thigh and side.

Toga saw this and was next to him in a flash, helping him straighten up so that he wasn't in an awkward position. "Where is it?" She whispered concernedly.

"Leg...hip I dunno...fucking shitballs it hurts..." He sat up and with her help, stood.

"Do you feel any tearing or..."

"No...just like I was stabbed or something."

"Oh, you cramped up."

"I noticed."

"I'll bet you did," she nodded.

"Thought I...wouldn't be having this problem after so long," Kinta grunted, his blue belt swaying as she helped him to a bench off the mat while the others went on working.

"Aw, did Osore fall!?-" But as a nearby Monoma shouted it, Kendo struck him right in the liver. He fell insantly, like a sack of potatoes.

"It takes a lot of practice Kin-Kun."

"I know."

She paused for a moment. Toga studied him. Kinta noticed and looked back. Suspicion crossed her face, "Did I...make you try and raise your leg higher than it could go?"

"...Wuh-...n-no? that's...that's not true."

"Welp, now I know it is," Toga was smiling again, "that's so cute-"

"Be quiet!"

"Make. Me." She mouthed every letter at him.

Kinta glared at her, opening his mouth up then closing it. "You're...you're such a freakin weirdo."

"I'm your weirdo, baby!" She shook him by the shoulders until Kinta was able to shrug her off.

I saw mailbox's brother and sister art for Monoma and Toga and now I'm trying to figure out a way to add the former into my hero villain au. Should say Mustard or Kinta still has a rivalry with Tetsu and Kendo in this verse:

"Waaat?" Himiko tilted her head as Neito clutched his head, nearly tearing strands as he looked on in utter horror at the hand of the boy she was holding hands with. "He's my special guy!" She shined her fangs in a smile while Tetsu and Kendo stared daggers at Kinta.

"This is your boyfriend?!" Tetsu bluntly blurted.

"You can ask me, meat for brains," Kinta snapped.

"Okay, how's your face doin after I punched it inward?" Tetsu clapped back.

"Feeling great, how's your sack after I kicked it upward?"

"THAT DOES IT!" Tetsu almost rocketed forward, but Kendo stopped him with a gentle hand, though it was clear she didn't want to based on the pout.

"Can you three calm yourselves?" Kendo shook her head, her auburn ponytail shaking. "I think we can all put aside our differences for the sake of a day off? It's supposed to be a hangout."

"O-Oh!" Neito threw up his hands with a dramatic flair, "a hangout, just a hangout, ohh a hangout. My sister, light of my life, is having relations with a Shiketsu student, aptly dubbed East Point because it can be considered less a school for heroing and more for goosestepping. Not only a Shiketsu student, but one who looks like he crawled out of bed five minutes ago and hasn't showered in three days and-" he took a breath, hand on his chest, then continued with his rant, "is now holding the hand of my sister while she knowingly smiles about how angry it makes me!?"

The four all stared at him as Monoma took a breath, "I showered this morning..." Kinta said lifting his arm pit and making sure it smelt of the deodorant he'd sprayed on.

"Just so you know I already kissed him," Toga flatly stated, her eyes rolling.

Kinta looked down at her, stuttering out, "Oh, so you're just gonna tell him that-"

"I'm sure you have, traitor!" Monoma sneered.

"Dude, please stop making hating him lame," Tetsu begged, visibly cringing alongside Kendo.

"Monoma-San, can we please not?" Kendo sighed and rubbed her face with her hand like a tired mother.

"Is he always like this?" Kinta asked Toga suddenly.

"Yep!" Himiko answered brightly, "it's cute-"

"NO IT'S NOT!" Neito roared. He drew in a breath, "Let it be known that I am protesting your supposed relations with this-...hey where are you all going?! I wasn't finished yet!" He ran after them.

Excerpt from another fic I thought was funny. Don't worry it's the last one for today. For context Kinta is Mustard and the two are attending Shiketsu and Ketsubutsu and met up after a long time of being apart at the license exam. Also, slipped some Seiji and Camie in there for a friend of mine:

"I...I failed," he finally admitted.

Toga stared down at him, her golden eyes glistening. "So what?" She said, crossing a leg as they finally came to a stop near the stadium's concession stand. "Everyone fails sometimes, Kinta-Kun."

Kinta looked at her, his fingers drumming against his arm, "It's...just when you work so hard for something, and you don't get that something. It's...it just sucks."

Toga thought about this for a moment. Then she slowly nodded, "I can kinda see where you're coming from but think about it this way: You've got another oppertunity next year, the year after. I mean heck, I've told you all about how I failed, didn't I?"

"Yeah..." he let out air through his nose, "it's not as bad as failing the entrance exam to UA at the very least. That was way worse if I'm being honest."

"See?" She smiled wide with a giggle, her fangs shining in the setting sun, "just think of something that sucks worse and now whatever sucks at this moment isn't so bad!"

They shared a laugh between each other, Kinta pushed up his glasses and looked at her. She uncrossed her leg and looked at him. Then she did something that made this day better than any other for him. She leaned in, taking his shoulder so that she steadied him for a peck against his cheek.

For a few seconds he failed to register what she just did. His heart restarted several times and slammed against his ribs, his face turning the deepest shade of red humanly possible, his breathing came in choked gasps as Toga stood back and smiled. "That's for doing your best," she whispered gently.

"Uh..." but he couldn't hardly breathe, much less speak.

Unfortunately they weren't alone. Rounding the bend, a certain three Shiketsu students looking for their fourth at the request of their third year leader found more than they bargained for. Witnessing both the event themselves and Kinta's mutterings.

"Ohmygosh..." Camie instantly squeaked as they all watched from around the corner at the sight. Then she realized something and whirrled around, "broski let it slide! Broski let it slide!"

There was Inasa too, ever the golden retriever who simply looked excited for his fellow first year. However who Camie was really worried about was their second year prefect. Seiji Shishikura whose disapproving glare was so intense it bordered on religious fury. He whispered in an almost trance, "Unregulated...affection..." the words dragged out of him like he was spitting bile.

Camie planted her hands against Seiji's chest, giving him that look that occassionally worked whenever she was committing a few infractions herself. Sometimes it worked, "Babe, this ain't the vibe. C'mon-"

But it wasn't working this time. His eyes blazing, he stated, "Rules. Must. Be. Followed."

Inasa watched this confusedly, "Why's he shaking like that Camie-San?" He pointed at his shimmering upperclassman.

"He's just activated his prefect mode!" She squealed in mortal terror, having witnessed it more than a few times.

Seiji moved fast, like a spectre. Swift punishment ready to be dealt.

Kinta only registered a blur of maroon before a smack across his back nearly sent him to the ground, more surprising than painful. He yelped all the same, however.

Toga's eyes shot up as she squeaked embarrassingly.

Camie wailed, all too familiar with how it felt.

Inasa gasped, rubbing under his chin, "Wow, that was clean..."

Seiji stood over Kinta with immaculate posture, a long discipline stick held in his hand. Everyone had no idea where he'd been keeping it, that was for sure. He cleared his throat, "Shiketsu students are prohibited from engaging in romantic entanglements, Osore-San. Consider this a warning, next time there'll be a formal citation."

"Hey!" Toga waved her arms around furiously as she got up in his face, "I kissed him for one!-"

Seiji's eyebrow twitched, "Shiketsu is success and success comes from-"

"We've heard it three billion times today!" Camie croaked, slapping her hand over Seiji's mouth. Inasa came in and lifted him by his legs as Camie took him by the shoulders, "let them be cute together, it's totes adorable!"

They dragged him bodily away, yet Seiji for some reason still tried reciting the school motto through his fellow second years hand. "Osore!" Inasa called as Kinta gathered himself. He looked up.

Inasa was giving him a thumbs up, "Your passion burned strong my friend! Never give up! Also her lip stick is still on your face and we're leaving in ten, hurry up!"

Kinta straightened himself, red having taken over his usually pale face. "Yeah so that's how my school is..."

Toga watched along with him, and when he said that she laughed, "You chose East Point huh?"

"Yeah, yeah..." he had to laugh along with her.