MHA:-Glitch In Reality

"You wanted to meet me, I came to meet you," said Maki as she wiped her bloody naginata with the clothes of the dead clansmen.

Her father, the head of the clan, roared in fury, charging at her with his own weapon. Their clash was brutal, the sound of metal against metal ringing through the hall. Maki's cursed eye predicted his every move, and she countered with ruthless efficiency.

"You never believed in me," she hissed, disarming him with a swift, vicious strike. His sword clattered to the ground as Maki closed in, her naginata poised to strike.

He looked up at her, fear finally breaking through his mask of authority. "Maki, please…"

"No," she said coldly. "It's too late for that."

"I should have killed you the second you awakened that cursed quirk of yours," barked Maki's father.

This ticked Maki, who was about to finish her dad off when Izuku said, "Are you really going to give the people who tormented you so much and wish for your death till the very end die such an easy death, why not keep them alive and torment them even more."

Maki seemed to like Izuku's suggestion as with a final, powerful thrust, that was aimed at his heart, changed its location as she drove the naginata through her father's dominant hand and the opposite feet.

Just like that Maki's father lost his right hand and left leg, the blade erupted from the flesh accompanying a spray of blood.

He gasped, eyes wide in shock, before collapsing at her feet, writhing and screaming from the pain.

Maki stood over him, breathing heavily, blood spattered across her face and clothes. "I survived despite you, you see him," said Maki pointing towards Izuku, as she continued,

"He's the reason I'm still alive, he saved me when you abandoned me, he trained me, he is the reason I became a hero and got the recognition, you may have given birth to me but you aren't my parents. And now, I'm free."

"You take care of others, I'll make sure my father in law doesn't die that easily," said Izuku as he took him with him.

Maki nodded as she moved ahead, as her vengeance was not yet complete. Maki turned her gaze to the rest of her family—those who had stood by and watched, those who had added to her misery. Her siblings, who had jeered and taunted her, were next.

Her older brother, always the proud heir, tried to raise his sword, but Maki was faster. She drove her naginata through his chest, the blade slicing through his ribs with a sickening crunch. He fell to the floor, gasping for breath, his life draining away.

Her younger sister, who had delighted in making her life hell, attempted to flee, but Maki caught her by the hair and dragged her back.

"You thought you were better than me," Maki growled, her eyes burning with hatred. She plunged her weapon into her sister's stomach, twisting it as blood poured out, the girl's screams echoing in the hall.

Her remaining siblings tried to rally against her, but Maki cut them down with brutal efficiency. Each strike was fueled by years of pent-up anger and betrayal.

As their limbs were torn apart, not allowing them to escape, she took her time to kill each of them, remembering all the bad things they did to her.

Blood flowed freely, painting the walls and floor in a gruesome tableau of vengeance with their miserable screams acting like soothing music to her ears.

Even her aunts and uncles, who had looked down on her, were not spared. Her uncle, a sneering man who had always belittled her, fell to his knees, begging for mercy.

Maki's response was swift and merciless, her naginata slicing through his neck, his head rolling across the floor.

Her aunt, who had been complicit in her abuse, tried to hide behind others, but Maki found her easily. "You don't get to hide now," she snarled, driving her weapon into the woman's back, the blade emerging from her chest in a spray of blood.

Izuku, covering her back, acted like a barrier not letting anyone even touch her. He deflected attacks, ensuring no one could get close to Maki.

His support allowed her to focus entirely on the offensive, her strikes becoming more ferocious with each passing moment.

Her mother and aunt, still trying to plead with her, were met with cold, unyielding rage. "You don't get to act like you care now," Maki snarled, her eyes burning with unshed tears. "You don't get to rewrite history."

A woman, her aunt, lunged at her, but Maki caught her wrist and twisted it until she heard a snap. She swung her naginata in a wide arc, forcing several attackers to back away. The brutality of her attacks left the remaining clan members in shock and fear.

"You never believed in me," she hissed at her father, who lay on the ground, his lifeblood pooling around him. "But now, you'll see what you've created."

Her mother, on her knees, tried one last time. "Maki, please—"

"You don't get to beg," Maki said coldly, her voice trembling with suppressed rage. "You made your choice when you left me to die."

The fight was a symphony of violence, Maki's naginata slicing through flesh and bone, her fists breaking jaws and ribs.

The hall was silent as the last of the Zenin clan members fell, leaving only one member of the Zenin clan fully intact, while her parents were lacking limbs in Izuku's captivity, and the rest of the clan completely annihilated their bodies scattered around her.

Breathing heavily, Maki stood amidst the carnage, covered with blood and gore, her chest heaving, tears streaming down her face. Izuku approached her cautiously, placing a hand on her shoulder. "It's over," he murmured.

Maki dropped the naginata, her hands shaking. "It's over," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

She turned to Izuku, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and sorrow as she hugged him tightly. "Thank you."

He nodded, pulling her into a comforting embrace. "You did it, Maki. You're free now."

Maki looked around the hall one last time, taking in the aftermath of her vengeance. "Yes," she said softly, her voice steadier now. "I'm free," said Maki.

The aftermath of the battle left Maki and Izuku standing amidst a scene of carnage. The bodies of the Zenin clan members lay scattered, their blood pooling on the cold floor.

Maki, still covered in the blood of her enemies, felt a strange mixture of triumph and emptiness.

Izuku, his eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness, approached her. He could see the turmoil in her eyes, the conflict between her need for vengeance and the desire for something more.

As he reached out, his hand gently cupping her blood-streaked cheek, Maki leaned into his touch, finding solace in his presence.

Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. In this moment, surrounded by death, they were both alive and deeply connected. Maki's breathing grew heavier, the adrenaline from the fight mingling with a raw, intense desire.

Without a word, she pulled Izuku closer, their lips meeting in a fierce, desperate kiss. The taste of blood mingled with their own, but neither cared. The world around them faded, leaving only the two of them in this moment of heated passion.

Izuku's hands roamed over Maki's body, his touch both gentle and demanding. Maki responded with equal fervor, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she pressed herself against him.

The blood on her skin felt like a reminder of her victory, and she wanted to share this moment of triumph with Izuku in the most intimate way possible.

"Are you sure you want to do this now? I'm all covered in blood and sweat, you don't need to force yourself for me," asked Maki making sure Izuku was okay with

"Are you crazy, of course I want to do it now, you have no idea just how sexy it is to see you covered in blood, a complete badass," said Izuku as he kissed her once again.

They stumbled backward, Maki's back hitting a nearby wall. The cold stone against her blood-warmed skin sent a shiver down her spine. Izuku's mouth trailed from her lips to her neck, kissing and nipping at her flesh, leaving a trail of heated sensations in his wake.

Maki's hands found the hem of Izuku's shirt, pulling it over his head and discarding it carelessly. She wanted to feel his skin against hers, to lose herself in the warmth of his body.

Izuku's hands followed suit, quickly removing her tattered clothes until they stood bare before each other, their bodies pressed together in a fevered embrace.

It definitely seems like irony, the first time they met was a freezing night, and today when they are making out in the Zenin clan compound after annihilating the whole clan, is also a freezing night.

Yet both of them stood naked not feeling one bit cold surrounded by the warmth of their desire.

The scent of blood and sweat filled the air, a testament to their recent battle and the intensity of their connection. Maki's nails raked down Izuku's back, eliciting a low growl from him as he pressed her harder against the wall.

Their kisses grew more urgent, their breaths mingling as they moved in sync, their bodies demanding release.

Izuku lifted Maki, her legs wrapping around his waist as he entered her with a deep, powerful thrust. Maki gasped, her head falling back against the wall as pleasure surged through her. They moved together with a primal rhythm, their bodies seeking solace and satisfaction amidst the chaos.

"Ahhhh, Ahhhh, Aahhh" Maki's moans filled the silent lifeless compound.

The dead bodies around them seemed to fade into the background, their presence a stark reminder of the brutality they had survived. But in this moment, all that mattered was the connection between Maki and Izuku, the way their bodies melded together in a dance of passion and need.

Maki's fingers tangled in Izuku's hair, pulling him closer as their movements grew more frantic. The world around them ceased to exist, leaving only the raw intensity of their desire. Each thrust, each kiss, was a testament to their love and the bond they shared.

"I'm almost there," said Izuku. "Don't think about anything. Cum inside" said Maki, feeling a new sense of pleasure hit her with Izuku's thrusts.

The fact that she is covered in blood, just increased the pleasures she felt, "Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahhh, Please, I beg you paint my insides white with your seed as my body is painted red with the blood of my clan members," moaned Maki as she herself was nearing her orgasm.

"Here I cum, Maki," said Izuku as he unloaded his load inside her, painting her insides white.

"I know this feeling, I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming! Ahhhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhh" as her insides painted white, Maki also came wetting the blood stained grass with the residual of her love juice.

Their climax came like a tidal wave, crashing over them with an overwhelming force. Maki cried out, her body trembling as pleasure wracked her form. As they clung to each other, their breaths ragged and hearts pounding.

As the afterglow settled over them, Maki and Izuku remained entwined, their foreheads pressed together. The reality of their surroundings slowly seeped back in, but the connection between them remained unbroken.

"I love you, Izuku," Maki whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too, Maki," he replied, his voice steady and reassuring, as he enveloped her lips in one last deep passionate kiss filled with love and care for each other.

Maki pulled back from the kiss, her eyes meeting Izuku's with a fierce intensity. She wiped the blood from her face and took a deep breath, feeling a sense of finality wash over her. The screams of the dying had faded, leaving only a heavy silence.

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