To Overthrow The Stars

Chapter Nineteen

Warning: cursing, mentions of death on the news, psychological analogies, be cautious of brain cartwheels.

2479 words.

Holy mackerel! Am I insane or something?? It feels like I put two chapters into one here! Hope y'all find it to be to your liking. Our song of choice this chapter is something slower in the hard rock realm, but still hits the dark part of the soul. Solid 100,000/10 👌👌👌👌👌👌

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Shrinking further into my hooded dino onesie, I listen to the breakfast conversation, staring blankly into my mug where tea rests, sloshing gently around the cup. Midoriya's on his phone on the news, and the class is listening with such intent I feel sick to my stomach yet exhilarated that I'll soon be chased by the pro heroes, "Oh my All Might! It says this new villain has been linked to six disappearances and two murders in the past three days!" He continues reading the article, "Apparently her quirk is to change her voice, and she uses gruesome interrogation tactics to torture information from her victims before killing them."

"Apparently the only reason she was publicized was because they found two victims with severed fingers and each nail pulled out of their fingers and toes, then they figured out about the disappearances because one potential victim was lured into a dark alley by a familiar voice." Iida states, waving his hand in the air as he reads another article on his phone, "How DISGRACEFUL! To torture your victims before killing them is one of the most villainous things to do!"

"Why do I have a feeling this villain is mentally insane?" Jiro asks in her usual relaxed tone, but at a higher pitch because of concern. She visibly shivers along with some others in the class.

"That's the most plausible conclusion people come to." I add, sipping some of my tea. The attention of the whole class piles onto me, "But what if it's just someone who had a rough upbringing or adapted to the harshness of this screwed up society? There's many factors to apply to this new villain, so it may be mental instability, but it also may be a festering hatred for heroes or an adaptation issue." I look up from my mug and wave my hands in defense, "Sorry! Not to burst anyone's bubbles but I've been deep diving into psychology as of late."

"No, no, you have a point." Midoriya taps a finger on his chin and begins a muttering spree, which is only stopped by the loud exclamation by Iida that everyone needs to get dressed before we're late to the Provisional License Exam. I look down at my tea with a sigh, downing the last little bit of it before jumping off the stool and heading towards the elevator.

Many of us from the top floors are on the elevator, but some opt to use the stairs, so I'm stuck with half the class until I'm left with Todoroki, Sero, Asui, Yaoyorozu, and Sato, heading up from the fourth floor to the fifth. It's silent for the trip, and we all make our way to our different rooms, all opting for the privacy of our own showers and rooms in order to get ready. We're a pretty efficient bunch, all leaving our rooms around the same time and heading downstairs in the elevator together.

Todoroki gives me a pointed look from across the elevator and gestures slightly towards our classmates. I give a nod in understanding, knowing he wants to talk later without the class to overhear us. Surprisingly, when Bakugo gets in the elevator, he looks at me too, doing the same thing as Todoroki. How I'm supposed to fit the rants of both boys into my schedule, I don't know yet, but I nod anyways under the forceful gaze of the anger-prone hedgehog. I can feel both a heterochromatic and crimson set of eyes on me as everyone exits the elevator, the feeling burning into my back as if eyes could burn holes right through me.