7 Toga I

It took a while to find a cab driver willing to accept the excuse that Toga's bloodied shirt was just red paint, so by the time we finally got back to my house, it was nearing twilight. The car ride back had also been rather awkward with Toga constantly rubbing against me, it had been hard to even tell her my name or get hers for that matter. 

Luckily, it meant no one caught a glimpse of us as I quickly rushed Toga up the front stairs before stopping at the main door. 

"Alright, listen, before I let you in, we have to establish some ground rules," I said as I turned to Toga before opening the door. First of all, while you are in my house, you won't be drinking anyone's blood. If I find out you are, I'm kicking you out and calling the police." 

Toga froze, the smile on her face slipping away, "N-not even a nibble or a tiny sip?" 

I shook my head firmly, "No." 

Toga took a shaky step back and looked like she was either about to cry or run, "D-do y-you think I'm a monster?" 

Staring at her for a moment, I reached out with a firm hand and patted the top of her head, trying to reach her scalp despite the matted hair in the way, "No, Toga, you just have different needs than everyone else. But I'm pretty sure there are other ways to meet them other than hurting people for their blood." 

Toga stiffened for a moment before leaning into my touch, "But everyone looks so pretty when they bleed." 

'How the hell am I supposed to respond to that ?!' I shouted in my mind, but I smiled and patted Toga's head some more until she bopped her head, "Alright, I'll follow your rules." 

Grinning, I went to take my hand off Toga's head only for her to grab my wrist, trying to keep my hand in place, "I can give you more head pats later; for now, let's just get you inside." 

Toga didn't move for a second before she released my hand wordlessly, allowing me to get the key under the front door mat. Unlocking the door with a soft click, I stepped inside only to see the kitchen light on. "Mom, it's me. Sorry, I'm late." 

"It's fine, dear; I got your text, though it was a bit concerning when you didn't call back," I winced as I realized my phone was still likely back at the site of my kidnapping or my kidnappers themselves had picked it up. 

"A-About that, my phone fell down a storm drain, so I couldn't call anyone, and then I kind of got lost," I rambled, hoping my poor excuse would hold up. 

"Oh, my poor baby. I guess we'll have to get you a new phone. Now go upstairs. You've had a long day, and you'll need your energy to celebrate when you get into UA." 

Letting out a short breath of relief, I quickly followed up with my next big ask: "Thanks, Mom. I made a friend and wondered if she could live with us while her parents are out of town." 

"Sure, sweetie, the more, the merrier; I can't wait to meet them. But let's save that until tomorrow; you kids, go get washed up." 

Grabbing Toga's hand, I quickly pulled her up the stairs and into my bedroom before shutting the door behind us, 'I can't believe the worked.' 

Letting out a sigh of relief, I glanced at Toga only to see a slightly crazed smile on her face as she stared lovingly at us holding hands, "Toga, you all right?" 

The girl giggled instead of responding. She let go of my hand and stepped back, looking around. "I've never been in a boy's room before. I thought they were supposed to be covered in sports posters and really messy." 

"Um, I guess, but I like a clean room. It's easier to keep things organized." I answered before taking another look at Toga, caked in dirt, dried blood, and who knows what else, as she stood there barefoot in the middle of my room. 

"But we can talk about that later. Let's get you cleaned up and into some clean clothes." 

Toga frowned and looked down at her tattered shirt. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing now?" 

"If you get a cut or eat while covered in dirt, there's a chance you could get an infection and get really sick. And I don't want that happening to you." 

At my words, Toga blushed and let out a high-pitched giggle, "Okay, I'll take a bath, but only because you want me to." 

"Good. Now, the bathroom is through that door, so you can start bathing while I get you some clothes and a towel." Toga followed my directions and quickly walked over to the door before disappearing through it. 

Sighing, I thanked the devil that everything was going smoothly before leaving my room and coming back with pajama pants and a baggy T-shirt for Toga to wear, along with a thick comb, shampoo, and a towel. 

'Given how matted her hair is, I might have to take her to a specialist, but hopefully, I can do something about it now.' Walking back into my room I paused as I didn't hear the sound of running water or anything else for that matter. 

Pressing my ear against the bathroom door, I knocked twice, "Toga, you okay in there?" 

When no one responded, I slowly opened the bathroom door, only to freeze when I saw Toga; she was kneeling on the ground, panting heavily, and I could even tell the back of her neck was flush with heat. 

Stepping into the room, I opened my mouth to say something when I saw the knocked-over bin spilling all my dirty clothes onto the floor. I looked back at Toga as she turned around, holding one of my workout shirts with her face buried in it as she took deep breaths. 

"Toga, what are you doing?" 

Dropping the shirt Toga had a lustful look in her eyes, blush creeping up and down her neck, "Sorry, but you smell so good I couldn't resist."