“You, my dear Izuku, are going to fall in love.”
Izuku’s breathing derails for a moment, but he hides it behind a smirk, placing his elbows onto the table and leaning forward to whisper, “Do you really believe that?”
Himiko doesn’t say anything back, though her mind is still baking an answer.
“No, but I think you should,” she decides to voice, moving so fast Izuku doesn’t even find the time to react before she has his wrist uncovered, pressing her thumb into the second zero carved into his skin and retrieving blood. She brings it to her mouth, tongue savoring the metallic taste. “The time’s almost over.”