𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 5| Red Eyes

I froze in place, it was a pro hero. That was literally Shota Aizawa, I stared at him for what felt like ages and he broke the glare to look back to UA. Aizawa then walked into UA and the gates closed.

I still couldn't move, I felt like I was being drained. Was he using his quirk on me? What the hell? As I started to snap out of it I went to walk again.

"He looked familiar, not just because he's Shota Aizawa but..." I led on. Holy shit was he the guy in my dream this morning?

Black wavy hair.. maybe. It couldn't have been him, sometimes I feel so dumb. He's a pro hero just like you, you were bound to see him anyway. You live right by UA, idiot, I told myself.

I was back on my way to get something interesting because I knew I would be bored waiting for an email back. What am I even looking for? I need something to entertain me, maybe a book?

"The fuck? A book, really?" I snarled at myself and chuckled, then raised an eyebrow.

Giz was fast asleep when I got back home, I wish I could sleep as much as him. I had come back with cat food and some fan fiction. The fan fiction was of me, I love my fans and it's always fun to read their fantasies.

"Oh, shit." I knocked over a stack of random objects on my desk as I slammed the plastic bag on the table. A gearboy had fallen to the ground. My parents gave it to me, "Oh, I haven't seen you in a while." I don't like my parents and I never genuinely did. Do I honestly care that they are dead? No, not really. I don't think about them because it's a traumatic sob story I see frequently on tv, every anniversary of their death. The fact that I'm living it made me sick, I wish I never had parents so I wouldn't have to think about it.

This gearboy just reminded me of them, that's why I hate the thought of gaming. I love my gearboy, when I was young that was the only thing that ever helped me. I wish I could have done more for the suffering.

They were serial killers.

They would also torture me, making me watch as they defiled and terrorized their victims. No one should ever have to go through what those victims did, sometimes they would even bring in children to watch their parents. I couldn't do anything about it, I didn't know what to do about it. I felt terrible, helpless, they never let me out of the house and there was no such thing as phones in that place.

All in all they killed over 200 people in their small basement. This was in a span of years.

So I set fire to them while they were cleaning up some of their last victims.