"Good morning Deku!" A feminine voice chirped.

  Izuku looked up, a small smile on his face.

  "Good m-"

  Uraraka was close. Too close.

  Izuku threw himself out of his seat, his left hand launching the table at the brunette as he fell into the classroom wall.

  "Don't touch me!"

  ________________

  Aizawa reached out to pat his student's shoulder, forgetting for one crucial moment.

  Izuku stepped back, picking up an unoccupied chair and swinging it out infront of him, his eyes wide, afraid.

  "D-don't touch me!"

  _______________

  Izuku stared at the crowd of reporters outside the UA barrier. He shifted nervously, tugging his gloves on tighter.

  "You okay Deku?" Uraraka asked.

  Izuku nodded, glancing over to her. Ever since the day with the table she'd kept a distance from him, although she didn't stop talking to him.

  "I just.. don't want to go through that crowd.." he muttered.

  Uraraka thought for a moment.

  "If I distract them, then you can sneak through!" She said optimistically.

  Izuku smiled at his chipper friend.

  "Well.. we can certainly try.."

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  "Alright class, he's going to be the classes new addition, replacing Mineta. Introduce yourself." Aizawa said.

  A sleepy looking purple haired boy was standing at the front of the classroom.

  "My name is Hitoshi Shinsou. My quirk is called Brainwashing. Villainous, right?" The boy asked sarcastically.

  He walked to the empty desk behind Izuku and sat down without another word.

  The greenette turned around once Aizawa had finished the morning briefings.

  "I'm Izuku Midoriya. It's nice to meet you Shinsou." He said.

  The purple haired boy studied Izuku carefully before using out his hand.

  "Likewise."

  Izuku eyed the boy's hand, not reaching out himself. Shinsou growled, retracting his hand.

  "What, don't want to touch someone so villainous?" He asked.

  Izuku looked away.

  "You're not the real villain here.." he said quietly.

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The students were stopped by the misty purple villain that had brought the horde to the USJ. Class 1A stopped short, eying the man warily.

  "Greetings, we are the league of villains. It may be presumptuous if us, but we have let ourselves in so that All Might, the symbol of peace, may take his last breath. The schedule said he would be here, has there been some kind of change?" The portal man asked.

  Bakugo and Kirishima leapt forwards, getting in Thirteen's way as they attempted to subdue the villain.

  "No you two, get out of the way!"

  "Hah, you thought we would just tell you?" Bakugo scoffed.

  The mist reformed into a humanoid shape, the glowing yellow eyes narrowed slightly.

  "I had almost forgotten, you may be students but you are excellent golden eggs. Very well, if that is the part I am to play, I shall scatter you all, and torture you to death!"

  One of the students, a small, green haired boy, flinched at the word 'death' as they were thrown through misty purple portals.

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  Izuku dropped from a few meters in the air onto a rock surface. He looked up, coming face to face with another group of villains.

  "Heheheh, looks like we got one!" A ladybird like man exclaimed.

  Izuku looked around, checking for any of his classmates. There were none.

  "You won't find any of your friends here kid! The other zones have way more than just us in them! The 20 of us will be more than enough to deal with you!"

  Izuku began to cry, reaching across and pulling his right glove off, revealing his skeletal hand to the villains before him.

  "Please.. go away before I harm you beyond repair..."

  The villains rushed forwards, although slightly confused.

  Izuku closed his eyes, the tears still pouring.

  "I'm sorry." He whispered.

  ______________

  Izuku walked into the centre courtyard. He was the last of the scattered students to arrive, the rest already locked in battle with the horde of villains before them. Aizawa was being supported by Yayorozu and Jirou, using his Erasure on the most troublesome villains. He was bloody and beaten, his crimson lifeblood coating the hands of the large, muscular creature.

  "Midoriya.." the hero croaked when he saw him.

  Izuku glanced between his classmates and the villains, both of which had come to a standstill at his arrival.

  "Looks like none of the fodder could do their jobs correctly... What a shame. Looks like we underestimated your students Eraserhead, they're almost as cool as you!" The leader rasped, the manic smile clear in his voice.

  "Midoriya, are you unhurt?" Yayorozu asked.

  Izuku nodded.

  "I'm fine. Is everybody okay?" He asked.

  "Everyone is accounted for, but 'okay' isn't the word I'd use in this situation." Jirou said.

  Izuku stepped forwards until he was standing between the student and villain masses. He turned to the villains.

  "Go home. Forget about the attack, and just leave.this will be your only warning." He said calmly.

  "Midoriya no-" Aizawa said.

  The leader cackled.

  "We haven't finished what we came here for. Untill All Might is dead, we aren't leaving!"

  Izuku tugged his gloves off, revealing his skeletal hands for the second time that day.

  "Then.. I'm sorry." He said.

  "Nomu!"

  "Midoriya!" Aizawa shouted.

  The hero was worried for Izuku.

  But not for his life.

  The Nomu leapt forwards, Aizawa's blood still costing it's hands. Izuku merely reached out and brushed his fingers against the thing's chest.

  The Nomu dropped to the ground, dead.

  Aizawa watched sadly as the small greenette danced between the villains, his bony fingers tapping and touching exposed forearms, faces, hands, any part he could reach.

  Every villain he even ghosted past dropped dead.

  "If it's for my classmates.. my teachers.. my friends..."

  Izuku's hand closed over the leader's throat, and he too became as dead as the hands decorating his body.

  A lone tear dripped onto the cold bricks.

  "Then I will gladly become a villain."

  Izuku Midoriya. Quirk: Death's Hand.