The 𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡 of UA

Serpent.

Psychopathy.

When the cold logical part of the brain holds the child self captive in its own house of horrors, and thus a psychopath is born.

indifferent to the self and others, empathy shut off and only the sick forms of joy afforded by cruelty and vice available for their consumption.

Very similar to a snake that represents evil in a human's myths.

For these creatures do not require love to raise their young like mammals do, and so they do not evolve the ability to love - only to survive and kill for their own need.

Likewise the psychopath does not feel love, they are an evolutionary throw-back to our reptilian brains, an accident of genetics if you will.

You my reader may call someone a snake.

For example; you may say that your best friend is a snake for snitching on you for vaping in the bathroom (totally not speaking of experience). Fake friends am I right? Anyways..

But that's not the type of snake we're taking about.

A psychological snake, someone with the tendency to do whatever in their power to achieve their dreams.

And it just so happens that this so called 'snake' has quite a extravagant plan which he's set on fulfilling.

"Tamaki Sempai! Y-you're so funny! now can you stop with this joke because it's getting out of handdd" Jiro yelled amidst the silent whispers of confusion and fear.

The third year who had been unwillingly dragged into this situation began to shake, his eyes alert with fear while holding a sort of control with a button in his hand.

Izuku hovered over him, placing his weightless hand on Tamaki's shoulder in a supportive manner "students of class 1-A... if you still think this is a joke, please take a look out of the window"

Izuku watched everyone rush to the side, however amidst the panic one person remained seated - his face pale and unmoving, crimson eyes shaking with rage and worry.

"Deku..." he muttered underneath his breath. Katsuki hadn't slept in a week, terrified of these reoccurring dreams that plagued him as he slept. The young teen even thought he was crazy because of what happened with his parents.

But now, oh now it all made sense.
The nightmares, hallucinations. Everything. It was all Izuku's fault. And Katsuki absolutely fucking despised him.

It seemed killing him once simply wasn't enough.

Screams snapped Katsuki out of his daze, his class banging on the window's glass while crying a waterfall of tears.

Aizawa stood outside with a knife in hand, his face carved into a smile as Mic lay dead at his feet. An ever growing pool of crimson growing underneath him.

The sight was something else. To see their teacher of whom they trusted for such a long time commuting something so unjust and horrific - it was hard to believe.

Hell erupted, quite literally.

Screams and the sounds of sobs, they tried to bang on the glass - to break it with their quirks. Anything but their quirks would not work for some reason.