"Ugh I need a coffee..."

Tamaki nodded his head in agreement, laying down on the front of the UA steps in boredom. "Shall we... go see how Izuku is doing?" The third year piped up, blue hair messily falling around his eyes as he looked at the tired teacher leaning on the steel boarded door.

"And how do you suppose we get through this Tamaki?" Aizawa asked dumbfounded, knocking his fist on the steel.

The teen went completely red from embarrassment, hanging his head in between his knees "I forgot about that" he mumbled.

Aizawa sighed and walked over to the boy, ruffling his hair with a firm hand "don't worry about it, wanna get something to eat? I'm guessing Izuku will be a while" he offered, making Tamaki look up at him with a small sparkle in his eyes.

"Alright let's-"

"E-excuse me!" A sudden high-pitch voice interrupted, followed by persistent banging at the UA gates.

Shota crooked his head to the centre of the voice, seeing a short woman with her hair cut into a short Bob; her face contracting rather dark eye bags and blemishes.

What most stood out to Shota however was her bright green hair, almost reminding him of Izuku's hair. As he walked closer to the gate, freckles became prominent on the lady's bony face - almost completely convincing Shota that she was related to the dead boy somehow.

Aizawa looked at her through the gates on the other side "can I help you ma'm?" He asked with his eyes narrowed, Tamaki walking and hiding behind Shota's back.

"May I ask why the school is closed?" She wondered with a little tremor in her voice.

Shota thought about his answer for a moment. Him and Tamaki had been told by Izuku to look out for any people who could potentially allert the authorities or pro heroes about the school being locked down. They had to be cautious.

"What's your name?"

"Inko Midoriya. My son Izuku used to go here." She paused for a second, studying Aizawa's expression. He was surprised but wouldn't show it on the outside, instead covering his curiosity with a stone-like face.

Tamaki who was still hiding behind him let out a little gasp at the name.

"UA has been temporarily closed for inspections, sorry" Shota stated now softer. He couldn't imagine what the mother was going through, even he as a teacher felt heartbroken at Izuku's predicament; Shota couldn't even begin to empathise with what inko felt.

Hidden sadness fell around Inko's darkened eyes, short bangs covering the slight muscles her shoulders held.

"O-Ok! But at least tell me your name, I need to speak to the principal" she practically begged now, hands clasped together appealingly. The teacher sighed.

"Shota... Shota Aizawa" he admitted, knowing what was about to come.

The name rang a familiar bell within Inko's mind, her mind flashing through previous memories in order to link the name to her thoughts.

~ "mama, mama! I'm home!" An excited teen bounced through his door, soft leather wings behind his back flapping a little in happiness - his dark nose twitching with the scent of his favourite food.

"Izu baby! Tell me how your first day was!" His mother sang just as excited as him, waddling over to Izuku and embracing him in her arms.

The boy pranced into the kitchen, following his nose earnestly to see his mother's home made Katsudon freshly steaming on a plate - the aromatic smell scenting the whole house.

"Thanks mama! Oh today was so exciting, I meet my teacher and guess what!" He happily sat by the kitchen table and picked up some chopsticks, soon joined by Inko on the other side; smiling as he ate.

"What is it?" She asked with a giggle at her son's innocent joy.

~ "The underground hero eraser head is my teacher! Mr Aizawa is sooo cool"

"You were my son's homeroom teacher! Please I need to talk to you!" She begged, hands clasped tightly together again as she looked at the teacher with hopeful eyes.

Aizawa was about to turn her away when the faint echoes of terrorised screams rattled their way out of the boarded up school. Not wanting their cover to be blown, Shota quickly agreed and began to lead her away before she heard anything - leaving Tamaki in charge of lookout.

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"Have you had enough yet Kacchan?" Izuku whispered into his ear, finishing the same
de-limbing process for around two hours - each time he didn't have any more arms nor legs; Izuku would piece him back together and start again.

Occasionally he would throw Bakugou's mutilated arms into the crowd of paralysed onlookers, it was funner that way to hear all their screams harmonised like the devil's own choir of tortured souls.

The air smelt metallically of blood, sweat, and tears. Crimson caked the float boards around Katsuki's still suspended figure - mouth agape as his head hung low to the ground.

He didn't have either the physical nor mental capacity to even breathe out the quietest of whimpers.

Izuku smiled at his silence. Finally shutting that arrogant, blabbering mouth of his seemed to be more satisfying than imagined.

"He's not... dead right?" Uraraka whispered to Tsu sat next to her, the girls voice holding an audible tremble - words fragmented and hard to understand.

Izuku overheard her and even wondered the same thing himself, so he placed a finger under Katsuki's chin and lifted his head. The teen's face was drenched in sweat and tear tracks, spiked blonde hair sticking to his forehead - deep breaths of hot air falling from his lips.

Izuku sighed "how weak. He passed out" the ghost taunted with an eye roll, releasing his bounds of black energy on the boy to let him fall in a heap to the floor. Like a piece of unwanted clothing destined for disposal.

Everyone was silent. Not daring to even glance once at the murderous spirit before them.

"Oh so sorry for not giving any of you as much fun as Kacchan had~..." Izuku floated down to crouch next to Kaminari who was frozen like a block of stone - his chest heaving erratically with panicked breaths; nostrils flaring to get as much air in the stuffy room.

"Oh Kami... why didn't you film this on your phone? You seem to quite enjoy playing paparazzi" Izuku asked with a head tilt, referring to how the boy filmed his murder and sent it around the whole school.

The electric haired boy avoided eye contact at all costs no matter how close Izuku got. Skin layered in a cold blanket of nervous sweat.

Izuku raised his eyebrow, Jaw going slack "answer me!" He suddenly shouted, making everyone in the room almost jump out of their skin. Kaminari on the other hand shook like a leaf in a strong storm at the outburst "I-I'm sorry.. Izuk-"

The ghost slapped his hand around the boy's throat mid sentence, throwing his back against the wall in a second "don't you dare call me by my first name" he spat disgusted, drifting over to Denki who was now coughing from the impact.

"Midoriya-san.. I- I'm sorr-..y" he spluttered, words broken apart messily as he struggled for breath.

Izuku lolled his head in a circle, cracking it in the most unnatural positions before looking at Denki intently "seeing as you enjoy broadcasting torture so much. I'll do it for you this time. After all I'm only helping you out right? Because we're friends yes?!" Izuku cackled, grabbing Kaminari's face in his transparent hand while laughing.

His cackles shook everyone to their core, something deep inside his voice was like a unknown beast - ready to break free from the bounds of which it was captured in.

Izuku whipped out a camera, twirling it in his fingers mockingly.

"I'll broadcast this on live television all around Tokyo. I'll show the civilians just how heroic you all are!" He stood in front of the class like an extravagant display, floating atop Katsuki's unconscious body in a derogative manner - a status of power and neglect.

"No stop!"

Izuku raised his hands, palms up towards the ceiling as a cloud of dark matter surrounded the whole classroom; engulfing the screaming teens. However their yells were short lived, leaving only the deflated sounds of bodied hitting the floor as they all fell into a forced slumber.

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"Welcome class 1-A to the place of your nightmares"