A new day a new torment.

He figured the little playful torture wasn't enough, Izuku wanted more.

He wanted pain. He wanted to experience their desperate sobs of pain and terror. He wanted to embarrass them and toss them aside like rubbish.

He wanted to relish in their suffering

Today... today was the sports festival.

As usual, Izuku was accompanying his favourite teacher friend up in the high tower where Present Mic was spouting instructions.

"Are you ready Shota?" Izuku asked Aizawa with a grin, floating around the tower as Mic was rambling about nothing.

Aizawa nodded his head and ignored the blonde pro, quite annoyed by his constant chatter.

"Would you like me to cut his vocal cords? Do you have a headache?" Izuku asked with an eerily echoey voice, the white aura surrounding him getting a little darker.

"No it's fine. I'm used to it" Aizawa whispered back, turning his head to the side so it wasn't too obvious he was talking.

"Ehhh Shota! Who're you talking to?" Mic exclaimed, a large grin crossing his face.

"No one idiot. Pay attention you need to start the final match" Aizawa pointed out with a groan, gesturing to all the student lined up to start the obstacle corse after Midnight had spun the wheel.

"Ah! You're right!"

As a result of me being critically depressed, half high on weed and my GCSE's around the corner, I'm going to skip to the end of the festival because why not.

"AND FIRST UP WE HAVE TODOROKI VS SERO"  mic screamed, indicating Midnight to start their match.

The woman smiled and cracker her whip "GO!"

With that Sero instantly wrapped his tape around Todoroki's waist, spinning him in circles with a grin.

Now it was Izuku's time to have some fun.

Sero began to grow excited as Todoroki got close to the bounds, with one final glance; he saw something he tried so hard to forget.

That faithful night when he suffocated his classmate to death.

He was right there where Todoroki previously was, tangled messily in his own tape.

His face was painted with blue and purple splotches, thick black tears streaking down his swollen cheeks as his back dripped crimson; messy green hair matted with clots of blood.

A lump formed in Sero's throat, his whole face draining of colour as he froze completely.

Todoroki raised his eyebrow, everyone in the crowd silenced as Sero started to scream and back away from Shoto.

"No go away!" He bellowed, frantically waving his hands in the air as 'izuku' slowly walked up to the teen and wrapped his hands around his throat.

To everyone watching, it was as if Sero was running away from nothing.

A large Cheshire grin adorned the ghost's face, the black liquid flooding from his eyes pooling on the teen's face as he tackled him to the ground and started to close off his airways.

Sero tried to whack him away, only for his hands to go straight through the ghost.

He spluttered and coughed, enough for Midnight to instantly stop the match.

"Todoroki get him to recovery girl now!" She ordered, her face contorted with worry as Sero looked on the verge of passing out.

Izuku grinned even wider as Sero's tear filled eyes stared up at him horrified. The ghost squeezed his throat even tighter while bending down to whisper something in his ear.

Sero's eyes widened with dread.

Izuku laugehd and released him, his body dissipating into the air.

Todoroki was urgently carrying the male out of
the field when Sero gasped and pushed him away, falling to the floor in a heap.

"Stop the festival! Stop it you'll all die! Please!" He screamed, the boy's rough voice echoing around the spectators.

Midnight gestured her arm, signalling him to be taken away.

Sero was grabbed by all night while screaming, the pro trying to calm the boy as he dragged him out of bounds.

The crowd was alive with whispers, everyone out on edge.

"SORRY ABOUT THAT FOLKS! YOU KNOW TEENAGERS WITH CROWDS AM I RIGHT?!" Mic tried to lighten the mood, making everyone relax a little.

"ALRIGHTTTT SERO HANTA HAS BEEN DISQUALIFIED! SHOTO TODOROKI MOVES TO THE NEXT ROUND"

With that the crowd almost completely forgot about Sero and erupted into applause, Todoroki just stood there dumbfounded before walking off.

"Tokoyami and Bakugou please enter the arena!" Midnight signalled, the two boys taking their places.

It was pretty obvious who was going to win to be honest.

What's Bakugou's quirk?
That's right explosion.

What's Tokoyami's weakness?
Yep you guessed it, it's light.

And what do explosions have?
Light. No fucking shit.

The outcome was obvious already, the fight went swiftly with Bakugou winning in the end.

Bakugou vs Uraraka blah blah blah... let's skip to the end of their race as well.

Next he was up against Todoroki.

We all know that fight right? Bakugou ended up winning and almost killing the dual haired boy... fun times.

The final moment.

Everything had been running smoothly after the Sero incident. A little too smoothly for Aizawa's liking.

He knew Izuku was up to something... and he was absolutely itching to see what he had in store. It was actually a strange feeling to the teacher; almost as if he were longing for this moment.

Something deep inside Aizawa was trying to tell him to hurt these people. To relish in their screams, and the peaceful silence that would fill his silence when all the life drained from their hollowed bodies.

Even Mic who was sat right next to him. A man whom he had been friends with his whole life, Aizawa couldn't help but fantasise his death.

How Mic's face would look in his final moments of life.

But wouldn't that make him a villain?

In a way yes... but you could also call it a punishment? They did kill and cover up his students murder after all. Yes that's right.

Why should he feel any remorse to them?

None of them deserved it.

Aizawa wanted to kill them all.

But right now Izuku was the only one who could do anything. Aizawa would seem suspicious if he were to exit this very room.

The hair on the back of his neck was pricked in anticipation, the familiar cold gust flowing through his body's bf out the open window.

That was the signal izuku was about to start.

Aizawa couldn't contain his excitement.

All night was just handing out the medals now, Bakugou chained to his bock of cement as usual while the pro started with giving the medal to Tokoyami first.

The crowd was applauding hysterically, their cheers reaching every part of the arena.

Izuku was floating above everyone, taking a deep breath while swishing just feet happily in the air for what was about to come.

That was it.

All might placed the medal on a furious Bakugou. The many pro's in the crowd cheered, civilians having the time of their lives...

"I'm sorry everyone. It's just for dramatic effect" izuku laughed, pressing the button he had prepared in his hand.

A loud rumbling filtered out everyone's applause, suddenly long spiked iron bars bursted from the ceiling. They crashed into every corner of the audience seating, creating a terrifying bloodbath as the unlucky spectators were impaled on the many sharp poles.

The few survivors wailed terrified.

No one could comprehend what just happened.

Almost half the visitors had been killed instantly. The once happy and lively atmosphere, the scent filled with fresh treats replaced with metallic blood and darkness.

Izuku relished in the chaos.

And so did Aizawa.

But what was the point of this you ask? Why kill all of these random civilians?

Well it was to frame someone.

All Might....