"You have to listen Miss Midoriya! I'm completely innocent and I have no idea what happened to young Izuku... he went missing!"

Inko looked at the chained ex pro hero with disgust, his whole body locked with quirk suppressants and iron.

"I don't care if you're innocent or not. That's not why I'm here" she demanded again, getting closer to the thick glass which separated them both. All might narrowed his eyes at the now muscular woman

"again I know nothing about your son. He was never found so there's a chance he could still-"

"Shut up! Don't you feed me with fake hope like everyone did; you sick bastard. My son is dead because of the lack of protection and discipline you and your coworkers failed to provide"

Toshinori sighed, the metal around his mouth making it rather hard to talk with the furious mother.

"Don't lie to me. Please I just want to know the truth,  and I'll get justice for my baby. I beg of you"

All might thought... he was technically classed as the most dangerous villain right now. So what harm would become of him telling this woman the truth about her son? It's not like All Might's luck could get any worse at this point.

"Young Izuku was a reject at UA... all teacher's hated him, it was like he was some sort of beckon for hate to swirl and fester. The poor boy only got in because of his amazingly high grade in the entrance exams - he had superb control of his quirk and it's limitations-"

"Yes I know! He worked for hours every day just to get a chance at that school! Why- why did everyone hate him..." inko's eyes started to blossom with sorrowful tears.

"Honestly I don't have a clue... like I was saying. I did notice he didn't have many friends, in fact he was like the plaything of UA. I never thought the bullying to get that bad, I guess I'm a part to blame - it seemed ignoring the situation was not the best idea on my part"

Toshinori shrugged his shoulders in dismissal before continuing, ignoring the rage filled expression Inko wore.

"Katsuki Bakugou was one of Izuku's main tormentors I think"

Inko gasped, her hands trembling "no! That's not true Katsuki and Izuku have always been best friends!" Izuku always hid this factor from his mother, determined to not worry her anymore than she always was.

"Well he was lying to you then. Anyways, long story short it was accidental manslaughter. A bunch of kids ganged up on him one night and took it too far, we hid the body out of precaution for UA... guess that doesn't matter anymore since it could be potentially shut down anyways"

It was true. The news had been plastered with debated and interviews on the recent events going on in the school; and wether the police will forcefully close it down till everything is solved.

"You... you took my baby's body. If you knew and let all these horrible things happen to him, why- I don't understand at all. You're supposed to be a hero!" By now it seemed like an everlasting stream of tears glided down Inko's freckled cheeks - her eyes red with emotion.

"Miss your time is over-" a guard tried to interrupt, however he was quickly ignored.

"A hero? Yes I am, but look at me right now. Do I look heroic at all? It fucking sucks in here, honestly I couldn't care less about your freak of a child. I forgot about him long ago" All Might spat, trying to move underneath his restraints. It seemed he had finally shown his true colours.

Inko shook with rage, swinging her fist at the reinforced glass blindly "fuck you! You can rot in here for the rest of your life like the piece of shit you are!"

"Ma'm I'm going to have to escort you out now" the guard started to drag her away from All Might's shallow laughter.

Shota Aizawa sat at home happy and content.

His first kill had been an enjoyable one.

The remains were still laying in his basement, he was keeping them there till Izuku came back from the Bakugou's house - just to show his ghost friend what a splendid job he did.

However one thing was bothering Aizawa.

"Move over a little will you? You're taking up all the sofa" the teacher sighed after taking a shower to wash the blood off himself, going to join a certain scared third year watching TV in his living room.

"S-sorry.." he mumbled while squishing himself so far into the corner that he could fall off any second. Tamaki had probably consumed about ten hot chocolates and watched half of demon slayer by the time Shota emerged from his 'torture session'. The teacher might have gotten a little carried away..

Izuku hadn't allowed the third year to go home since they shared the secret - Tamaki simply wasn't trusted enough by the duo yet.

"Been watching demon slayer?" Aizawa tried to make light but always conversation while pulling a blanket over himself; looking over at the teen who was also hurried in about three duvets.

"Mhm.." Tamaki nodded, his pointed ears poking out the top of his dome of blankets.

Aizawa clicked the remote "good choice. My favourite is fire force. Have you watched it?"

Now this conversation was the ultimate test of will... a tired introvert conversing with a tired introvert. Who will fall asleep or ignore the other first? It was like the fucking hunger games all over again.

"No I haven't"

"Right ok... how about spirited away?"

"Yes"

"Nice"

"Yeah. It's one of my favourites"

"Same"

"Mhm.."

Oh dear lord that was awkward. Anyways while we leave those two to try and socialise together, let's tap into our favourite ghost who's having fun at his best friends home.

"Katsuki if you don't apologise in five second I'm ripping this shit to shreds" Mitsuki held Bakugou's best All Might posted by its corner, her fingertips skimming over the paper.

Izuku's cackled as he watched, it was like his own cinematic performance.

Bakugou panicked, forcing himself to spout a useless apology "fine you hag I'm sorry!"

Mitsuki's grip loosened a little.

"Clean the plate up." She demanded, making Katsuki roll his eyes but comply anyways.

"Ok ok!" He picked up all the pieces and threw them in the bin, much to Izuku's annoyance since he was enjoying watching the chaos unfold.

'I'll give them a little nudge... then I'll have some more fun' he decided, drifting over to the mother and grabbing her hand momentarily, yanking it down so it forced her to rip the poster right through the middle.

Both Mitsuki and Masaru gasped as the two sheets of paper fell to the floor.

"H-honey why'd you do that!..." he half yelled in panic, desperately picking them up while scurrying to get some tape - meanwhile Katsuki was shaking with anger.

"I didn't do anything! It just slipped!" The woman yelled, looking at her hands bewildered.

'My time to shine~ come here Kacchan' izuku sang, possessing the boy's body but allowing him to still be conscious... just unable to control his movements.

Mitsuki didn't notice her son's eyes turn a strange green before reverting back to normal, she was simply too engrossed in what just happened to even notice Katsuki approaching her with a knife.

'No... stop what am I doing?'

"Katsuki I swear I didn't...- what the fuck are you doing? Put it down that's not funny" she finally noticed the blade in Katsuki's hands; strange fear filled her stomach at the sight of his melancholy features - no anger nor sadness could be seen.

It was almost like a black hole of emotions. Just emptiness.

Katsuki spun the blade around in his hands, approaching the lady one step at a time.

Masaru saw the scene and felt like he was paralysed, however he was determined to stop this ordeal at once. "Katsuki stop it! Put that down it's dangerous!" He yelled, running up behind his son and grabbing his wrist.

'Dad, no! Go away!'

"Stop it!-"

The teen swung his arm, the blade impaling Masaru directly in his stomach. Katsuki's face grew a grin as he dragged the blade upwards and cut a gaping gash all the way to his chin.

Mitsuki let out a terrified scream, watching hopelessly as the Mararu's skin peeled to the side to show off the still pulsing internal organs hidden away under a bloodied rib cage - body falling like a heap to the floor.

'Dad!'

"KATSUKI MOVE WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" She wailed, throwing herself on the floor while hugging her husbands head. He was still gasping for air, exposed lungs rising and falling rapidly as he slowly bled out.

'I didn't do it! I didn't!'

"Aw he looks so pretty like this... how the heart still beats even after being pealed open amazes me" this wasn't Bakugou's voice.

Katsuki bent down next to his mother, pressing the knife tip on the slow beating heart of his father; enjoying seeing his face drain of colour.

"MONSTER! YOU ARNET MY SON!"

'This is a dream! Wake up wake up!'

"I'll do you a favour Mitsuki-san. Why don't you join your husband"

With a swift motion, Katsuki's hand flung upwards - shining silver skimmed over stained flesh. Crunching echoed the house as another lifeless body fell to the floor at the hands of a revenge seeking immortal.

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"Mum! Dad!- oh my god..." a young blonde teen sprinted downstairs, just waking up to a horribly vivid dream of something he would rather not remember.

Relief flooded his body when he saw them both alive and content sitting at the kitchen table "you're ok.." he gasped, trying to steady his pounding heartbeat.

It wasn't real..

Just a gruesome figment of his imagination.

However... as Katsuki's eyes glanced at the floor in relief - a small splatter of fresh blood made his heart stop.

Blood that looked all too familiar. Something wasn't quite right.