It's a messed up world.

Murder?...

TW HERE
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MURDER

Izuku sat on his couch after that fight, choking on his sobs as he laid down and curled up, now not wanting to even move "Hic.. fuck my whole life.." he cried. "I hate this.." he mumbled softly, trying not to inflict himself anymore pain than he already had. "I.. I don't wanna be here.." he mumbled, seemingly now more alone than before "My own friends don't even want me.. I'm a monster.." a small voice in his head whispered "Of course you are... no one loves you anymore. Live with it. Bring destruction and chaos to those around you Midorya." The voice spoke, making him choke "No.. no. I just want to get rid of a hero.. to show myself to the world.." "You know you can't do anything about it. You should do more than just kill cats... mice... birds.." Izuku paused, nodding "Let's find someone.." he mumbled and got changed again into his jumpsuit, grabbing his bag with a glare of sadness and despair with a tinge of psychopathy and sadism. He walked out and onto the streets, sliding his mask on, as well as a pair of gloves and bags on his shoes.

He had cornered someone in an alley.. yellow hair with a black stripe, quirk being something electrical was assumed. "P-Please don't hurt me!" The male cried out, trying to use his quirk until a green smoke surrounded the male. "Say night night. And good bye." Izuku spoke quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. He smiled softly taking his knife and with a swift movement, dragging it along the blondes neck, making blood spurt on the walls. "Nighty night Denki Kaminari.." he laid him down, smiling as he cleaned himself up, changing outfits as well as taking off his mask, the bags, and his gloves, slipping them into his bag. And yet Izuku found this

Pleasuring

Odd.. it was good. To feel his warm blood all over his own clothes.. but the kill was fast.. not slow.. and he wanted his next victim to suffer. Making them watch as he would rip their intestines out "Mmn..." he thought quietly to himself. This is great.. But I want m o r e. I need more... Tomorrow. Or next week I wonder. He mumbled. Walking home.

Kirishima looked around Denki's room, now asking Bakugou "Where's Denki Babe?.. He said he was gonna give me something later when he left.." Bakugou paused "I dunno." He mumbled softly, looking at his phone for any texts "That dipshit prolly got lost, just wait for him" he smiled and kissed Kirishima's cheek who just nodded in agreement. Kirishima sweat, worrying about Denki.. so he called him just in case.. and no one picked up. "Odd.." he mumbled softly, running to go tell Aizawa.

Izuku made it home, sighing as he threw his bag to the side as the voice in his head finally shut up, pausing as he placed his Keys in a bowl with a sigh, he wanted someone to fill his loneliness... but the warmth leaving the body of a freshly murdered corpse made him feel that. And he loved it. He loved Bakugou. He really did, but he.. knew he didn't like him back. So he kept quiet. He held his phone getting a text:

'Deku, where are you?'
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He hesitated, he didn't know if he should text back.. he hovered the keyboard, sighing softly as he typed and sent

'Somewhere.'

'Tell me Deku. Now, please.'
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'No. Goodbye Bakugou.'

He groaned, looking down in pain "Fuck this man." He laughed softly, falling onto his couch with a groan, "Now, what to eat." He thought. He honestly wanted to do something... more. More than his alcoholism. More than murder. He wanted to smoke. Though, he thought as as a minor, it would be illegal. As if he didn't kill someone. He started muttering "Maybeififindsomedrugdealeratthesideoftheroadmightworkoricouldjuststealcigs." He was caught off guard by a phone call. "Who is it now?"