Shota Aizawa was changing.

For better or for worse that was debatable I guess?

Aizawa thought it strange the other day, Nejire had supposedly 'committed suicide' which was a load of bullshit. The girl was so lively and kind, full of love and potential.

Normally news like this would have a light effect on Aizawa, maybe he wouldn't show it on the outside but he would definitely be sad on the inside. However as of late, Shota had lost his feeling of empathy, sadness and even some other emotions of which he would prefer not to admit to...

He had started to enjoy watching UA spiral into chaos, watching the students and teachers get what they deserve.

However,
Aizawa felt a little selfish.

Before he was just doing this to help his dear student Izuku get revenge. But now... oh it was a whole different story.

Shota did it for the pain.

He did it for the screams.

He did it for the blood.

He did it for his own psychotic pleasure, the pleasure of watching someone's light fade from their eyes. Their puny little life like a candle hanging above a body of water, destined to fall any minute.

Before Shota would do anything to save a persons life. Heck that was his fucking job! To save people! How ironic am I right?

The first time Aizawa realised his own change was at the sports festival. The way his dead black eyes lit with passion as death and terror overcame the stadium; screams like music to his ears.

It was like a trance.

Like something was hypnotising him. It was a strange and nostalgic feeling, like home. It felt like a breath of fresh air, bringing excitement into his dark life.

But how did it come to this you ask?

Izuku's presence is a main factor in this transition.

Izuku is a evil spirit as you know dear readers, evil spirits have a strange presence to them. Almost like an aura, or perhaps you could use the analogy of a black hole?

A black hole is a freak of nature. Something more powerful than the earth itself, it's darkest depths are unknown and mysterious. Similar to spirits in a way. Not much research is done on them so their seen as myths.

Anyways... the closer you get to a black hole, the stronger it's force is. In this case, it's the longer Aizawa spends with Izuku; the bigger the influence on his mind is.

Slowly... Izuku was making Aizawa evil.

Now to start off, we zoom to the perspective of principle Nezu. The little rat devil who takes his liking off tea a tad too far.

"Nezu! Nejire Hado has just com-" present Mic burst into the room, his face distorted with worry and anguish; features dark with denial. Nezu raised his paw to abruptly cut off the frantic teacher, taking a sip of his tea while not even sparing Mic a glance.

"I know, saw the whole thing on CCTV. Just clean up her body I don't care" Nezu cut off with a dismissive tone, shocking Mic to the core by how unemotional Nezu was.

Mic chocked on his breath and felt a lump form in his throat. The pro's eyes shook with worry as he watched Nezu silently lift his paw above a small candle and mortar and bring a knife to the pad of his paw.

With a single movement, Nezu slashed the knife quickly and squeezed his blood on the candle; putting out the flame with the crimson liquid in an instant.

"N-nez-"

"Shush! Get out!" He whisper yelled urgently, wrapping his paw in a tissue to his right and making the Pro exit the room terrified as to what he just saw.

Mic went running down the halls frantically, trying to shoo the students from the windows who were looking at the corpse of Nejire below them; her body barely recognisable.

"get to your classes! Now! And wait for further instructions from your homeroom teachers!" mic exerted his voice around the whole of UA to reach every student; soon enough they left with many worrying whispers and even some tears.

Mic ran past Class 1-A with his phone in hand, calling the emergency services since Nezu apparently couldn't do it because he was busy with some weird ritual shit.

"S-Shota! Where are all your- Amijiki!" Mic gasped upon seeing the blue haired third year, scared as to how he would react to the news of Nejire. Although, as the third year turned around; you could see the visible distress in his eyes. His tear stained cheeks and pale grey skin.

"I sent my class to Midnight. I'm talking to Amijiki right now... he seems to be very distressed over the events. Right?" Aizawa had a hint of amusement in his voice which was strange. A dark shadow suddenly covered Amijiki's quivering body, making him flinch violently as he stuttered out nonsense.

"Amijiki. I'm so sorry about your friend..." Mic sounded devastated, the distant flare of sirens now more prominent.

"Just nod your head, I'll kill Mirio if you say anything else"

Izuku spoke so only Tamaki could hear him, his echoey voice cold and demanding; making Tamaki quiver even more.

Complying with the command, Tamaki feebly nodded his head and didn't say a word.

"Leave him with me Mic" Aizawa spoke in a sickly sweet tone. Anyone could tell it was fake, however Mic didn't seem to notice... perhaps he was too distressed to?

"Alright, thanks Shota" he gave a faint smile before leaving quickly, slamming the large door behind him in a flash to help the paramedics who were arriving.

As for the trio. Izuku had burst into laughter "the look on your face Senpai! It was hilarious!" He cackled, making his body visible to the two again and sitting on Aizawa's shoulders.

The teacher nodded his head "anyways Midoriya. You know I trust you and all but... why have you shown yourself to Tamaki?" He grumbled, narrowing his eyes at the shaking third year.

Izuku leaned his chin on Aizawa's mop of tar black hair "he seems cool? I dunno really" the ghost shrug his shoulders, earning a strained sigh from Aizawa.

"Y-you've been behind all this stuff haven't you.. the bodies... sports festival, e-even all might and N-Nejire.." Tamaki's voice was hard to understand, his stammers and hiccups making it almost inaudible.

Izuku awed "hell yeah! Cool right! We're like super-villain masterminds right Aizawa-Sensei?!"

Shota had come to terms with his change of roles. A villain rather than a hero.

"I suppose so... anyways what are we going to do with him?" Tamaki was too scared to respond. It was all so bizarre... he found it hard to register what was going on.

"Oh I'm sure he'll be useful when we call him! After all we don't have to worry about him ratting us out right? Because your friend's life is on the line..." an evil grin adorned Izuku's transparent face.

"Y-yes don't worry.."

"Well that settle-" suddenly izuku busted into hysterical screams, his body set alight with a strange black flame. Aizawa jerked back and watched with wide eyes, unable to asses what was happening "Midoriya!" He yelled out but Izuku had been fully engulfed in less than a second.

Everything was a blur for the ghost. He hated this strange feeling, it crawled his skin and forced the dark splotches in his vision to fully evade; leaving the ghost in complete darkness..

The pain had left him. What now remained was a strange numbness.

The next time izuku was able to open his eyes again, he was somewhere different... someone's office..

"Ahh it worked"