Warning: Mentions of killing for fun.

This is just the prologue of an Idea I have in mind for a Yandere Mha x Male Reader AU

And this is to see how others perceive the story and if not a lot of people are into this, at least I shared the story idea.

Please do not steal this idea from me [I do believe I'm the first to think of a MHA Au concept like this but idk], I am not giving permission for that.

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Also according to the internet, MHA takes place 150 years after the first person with a quirk was born. The year is in the 2100s.

Plot: 

People need money, love, friendship, to impress others, to be on top. How does the world that's pride and joy failed them, find those who won't? 

Put their next generation into a massive killing game where anyone could kill, except the one killing and the killer will be decided through games. 

You start in a group of six. You play a game. The Winner will be the killer while the killed with be the loser...Wait, you seriously thought that was how this was gonna go? HA! Lol, Nope! But if we tell you who is picked, what's the fun in that?

The groups are changed, some people leave and some people are added on. who will survive this killing game?

Only a few could survive but we aren't complaining if only one does. One only lived last year. 

WELCOME TO UA'S ANNUAL PRO-HERO GAMES! 

[Can't let the parents know we're sending their kids to their death, now can we? XD]

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Let me ask you a question.

Don't worry, it's a short question.

Yes or No type question.

If you had to kill someone to survive, would you?

No Why. Just a Yes or No.

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An older looking man sits across from another young man. The older man wore a police uniform, his hair was gray and in a pushed back style. His eyes were a tortoise gray as he scanned the papers in front of him. The papers were shoved into a file as his eyes moved up to stare at the smiling boy across from him. The boy seemed to be sixteen, (h/c) hair with the ends being a hot pink color. His eyes were a minty color. He didn't stop smiling, it was creepy. The boy wore a uniform that looked tattered and unwashed. His hair is a mess and his smile unbroken.

"I have a question for you, Son." The police officer said.

The boy tilted his head to the side, "Yes?"

"If you had to kill someone to survive, would you?" The Police Officer dropped the papers on the table that separated the two as they sat in the interrogation room, "In other words, have you killed someone to survive?"

The boy simply just stared at the Police Officer, his smile never disappearing. It creeped the Police Officer off. The boy then started to laugh as if tomorrow would never come, to the point that tears started to form in his eyes. He held his stomach in pain from laughing. The Police officer looked back at the files as his eyes widened.

"S...Son, you were born around the time Quirks were invented...is that right?" The Police Officer asked.

The boy finally stopped laughing and kept smiling, "Yes."

"How old are you?" The Police Officer asked, his voice shaky.

"Quirks were discovered 150 years ago, right?" The boy questioned himself out loud, his finger on his chin as his smile grew creepier, "So...116!" He gave a thumbs up with a wink.

I'll repeat the question for anyone who didn't get it yet.

Would you kill someone to survive?

The Police Officer's eyes stayed wide, his voice slightly more shaky, "So...How long have you–"

"Before you finish that sentence, let me answer your first question, alrighty?" The boy stood up and placed his hands on the desk.

My Answer?

"It's the best form of entertainment." The Police officer froze as the boy spoke, "I'd always kill but never to survive."

Yes. 

The Police officer seemed shocked, "You're just a child, why...how..."

I'd kill but just to kill.

"Obviously." The boy walked to the door and turned back, smiling still, "Surviving is just knowing who to trust, who to keep on your good side rather than be a suck up."

If you need entertainment, a way to breath and be free.

"Well. I'm done here! You're way to boring." The boy opened the door as the police officer got up and scrambled to grab his gun.

Wouldn't you?

"Awww...And you were doing so well on staying on my good side too." The boy's words came out slowly, "Mother. Fucker." He laughed as the Police officer grabbed his chest in a sudden motion, dropping the gun, "Oops...Did I forget to tell you what happened in the car?" The boy squatted down, his elbows on his knees and upper legs as he stared at the man's fallen body, "In the car, I did a force swap with my Darker side...he did a bit of rewriting in that book you stole from us...his..." The boy thought for a minute, "Quirk! That's right..." He patted the man's head, "...He thought it would be best if you had an recurring heart attack ever hour or so until your heart gives out!" The boy's head tilted to the side awkwardly, "Though, that isn't how his quirk usually works." He jumped up, "At least if he writes it down, it works." The boy walked to the door,  "Oh, and..." He turned his head around, his eyes glowing a darker green, "Don't fuck with us. Please!" He smiled happily, "Now if you excuse me...I have an appointment with a school at this moment, audios!" The boy waved and walked out of the room.

As the police officer continued to have a heart attack, the mirror that was in the room with them turned off to reveal a small mouse, rat, whatever you wanted to thing it was figure and a tired looking middle-aged man sitting next to the small white figure. The tired man seemed horrified yet serious about what just happened compared to the little white figure.

"So, Mr. Aizawa. What do you think?" The little white figure asked, "Do you think you'll win the bet this year with him on your side?"

Aizawa looked down at the files again as a small frown appeared on his lips, "He need molding, but he's perfect." Aizawa placed the files down as the images on the files were seen.