What makes a villain?

3 Truth hits hard

Aizawa POV

Me: I questioned Nezu. He replied that the papers had somehow ended up in Oboro's hands and that he had gone to question Nezu as I had done about the papers. He answered him and confirmed everything. And that he denied the request.

Nemuri: so he knew that they had planned dead then. But he didn't stop you from going on the mission

Zashi: You know how the Hero Commission is, they took it offensive one time when Sho did not went on a mission and tried to make his life as difficult as possible.

Me: When we were on the mission. And a hero who was there gave us our posts and roles. My role was to distract the villain and I would have died instead.

Nemuri: That is not true Oboro had the task and died in the process!

Me: He asked me to switch roles and gave his own life by taking my role. He knew the plan of the Hero Comission and recognised it.

Nemuri falls to her knees and holds her ears

Nemuri: No, I don't want to believe that. He dedicated his life to heroism only for them to brutally kill him. I hate them. I always wanted to be like him. While he admired the people and wanting to be like the people who belonged to the Hero Comission that led to his brutal death.

Zashi: he believed in the good. He wanted to save everyone. Be there for everyone.

Me: and what has it helped him. It only brought him to his death

Nemuri: Even when he knew it, he never showed a trace of it, never took off the mask of his eternal happiness and love for pranks.

Me: When was he sure he was going to risk his life and die for me. Did he think from the beginning that they would do it? Was he facing us every day knowing he would die

Nemuri: No, he was just having fun. He was such an angel, he only ever saw good things. There was no evil in his eyes.

She smiled slightly while tears were still streaming down her cheeks and her make-up was smudged.

Zashi: His world must have been destroyed

Nemuri: But he still smiled and always talked about our future together 

Me: He always talked about those heroes Agency. For the three of us. However, he told all of us that. There were 4 of us with Oboro and we never knew which of the four of us he didn't want in the Agency. Nobody wanted to ask.

Zashi: So he knew that one of us was going to die

Nemuri: When was he sure if he or you were going to die.

Me: He sounded sure when he decided to be the distraction I was wondering because it sounded like he knew about the roles for a long time and hadn't just found out about it.

Zashi: Argh.

He clenches his fist. And kicks at a chair that spins and flys into the wall before it collapses.

Zashi: I don't want it to be true but all the pieces fit together so well.

Nemuri: Those monsters. I don't know how anymore! I know now that over 90% of the heroes you've ever met or will ever meet are puppets from the Heroes Commission and would kill children who wanted to save lives and make a difference in the world .

Me: Those puppets from the Hero Comission were themselves mostly children who wanted to save lives and make a difference in the world.

Nemuri: Is that what's happening to our children.

She was trembling 

Zashi: What do you mean?

Nemuri: Is that what happens to our students, will they end up being murderers with a license too

Me: Sigh. It's more likely that they'll be gotten rid of the moment they do something about it

Nemuri starts sobbing and I swallow hard. Zashi pats her on the shoulder and gives me a look

I'm not good at helping people and their emotions

Nemur: How can I even be a teacher while I'm standing in front of a bunch of future killers and dead kids, teaching them stuff that could help them become better killers?

We remain silent.

Nemuri: How can I be a hero when I know that so many heroes I know have blood on their hands, willingly or unwillingly?

Zashi: You can't give up like this. All that hard work

Nemuri: Why what's keeping me?

Zashi: If you are not a teacher you are lost on your own

Nemuri: Right now I don't even want to be a hero

He looks to me for help, but I'm deep in the same thoughts myself, thinking about the same thing.