Let's Go Plus Ultra. [Vol. 2!]

( "I'm Sorry" )

It was terrifying enough to witness Midoriya's actions, Toga's giggling only exceeded the atmosphere. You covered your mouth and felt as though you were going to throw up if you watched this any longer.

Even though Toga eventually laid there still, you could still hear the murderer stabbing her. It seemed as though the corpses' giggling became somehow infectious, hearing as Midoriya tried to pin down his maniac laughter.

But suddenly, he stopped laughing and slowly removed the blade from Toga's neck. You uncovered your mouth and watched quietly as Midoriya adjusted his arm; placing his hand on his right shoulder only to shift it around. "My arm is tired..."

You didn't know what to say or do. It still worried you by the fact that he killed Toga -- the girl who took on your form.

The boy with fuzzy green unkempt hair cocked his head to look at you, before forcing an admittedly cute but malicious smile. "̷̼̼͕̩̺̘̘̿͌͒̓̄̒́̚̕͜͝I̸̧̱̼̻̱̳̻̥̅͆̎̾̄̒̚Ṭ̵͓̻͎̻̩̇̑h̶̬̳̙̤̦̪̩̀̐ȩ̵̡̡̟̞̑̾r̶͕̬͗͊͆͂͆̏͘e̴̬̺͎̅̂̏͜,̴̞͈̰̜̘͚̳̰͑̋͌́̀́͑͠ ̷̡͉̹̉́̀̌̿n̴̈́̆́͐͋́ͅȏ̴̼̳̚ ̵̢̛̬͋́̀̀̈̊͒ḥ̸̺̩̹̮̋̂̎ą̶̨̰̜̗̰̺̘͛̉̕r̸͈̓̍͊̔̕̕̚͠ḿ̵͓̦̹́͐ ̸̧̪̼̯̹͊͌̂̾ͅs̶̹͔̻̤̲͇̏h̵̀̓̈́͝ͅo̸͔̲̝̼̅͒ų̷̗͖̺̙͛l̵̯̣̤͈͔̯̮̾̈́̇̀̍̽d̶̖̟͊̃ ̵̢͍̓́̐̽͘̕c̵̢̧̖̠̲̯͈͐̔͆͝ọ̷̢̜̫̜̖̫̫́́̅̉͊̚͠m̵̧̗̐̂̓͛̿͠͠ȩ̴̼̝͈̭͐͘͠ ̸̱͐̂͊́̓́̓t̶̛͕o̸̹̼̺̔̈́ ̶̛̩̃́͛̔̉͝y̷̜̗̲͕͖̓̊̃̇̀͠ö̴̭͔̦͉́ù̵̯͇̹̯̑̅̍̔͘͝ͅ ̷̫͇̯͇̗̌̀͑̓̎͜ń̵̰͇͉̻̙͙͙͑̀͑̇̽̄o̷̼̤͓̱̪͉̻̅͆w̶̩̍͛̿́͆̕͝!̶̢̬̪̞̑͗̍͒̅̄̏ ̵̦̹̍͑̓͗̒͆͋ͅA̵̦͌͒̌̄̔r̴͕̰̖̻̯̰͙̀̌͛͛̐͝e̸̢̡͓̰̣̗̹̥͊͊̍͌͆̚͝ ̶̡̻̤͑͌y̶̢̠̭̹͉̫̱̤̆̽ö̵̡̥̹̣̼̙́͛͋͌̉u̴̖̔͆̒̋̅͛ ̸̗̪͝p̵̢̙͍̩͕̘̭̚ṛ̴̢̡̡̡̻̗̾̐̔̉ͅo̶̖̖̻͍̕ụ̴̡̨̤̬̜͔͐̎̋̀̏̕d̸̛͓̻̱̰́̑͒ ̷̖͈̼̹͉͕̯̉̑̈́̾̏̎̎͜ô̴̢̧͖͎̦̗͚̪̍̓̐̃̄̚f̵̥͕̭̘̉̏͗̚͜͜ ̶̥̟͓̒͜m̷͍̲͍͎̘͙̂̿͘͝e̵̙͈̼̫͕̬̥̱̿́ ̴̺̺̤̓̒̽̒͐[̷̡̡̛͙̮̬̞̠͓Ý̵̨̛̬͕̻̰̮͎̽ͅ/̵͔̬̹͓̩̪̫̅͜N̶̩̪̯̦͚͔͕͊̽]̷̛͓̥͔̼̞̝̝͋͐͗͗͑̃͘?̴̧͇͓̹͋͑̀͐̕"̵̙̮̩̭͙͖̯͊̓͆̍̎
He then stumbled to his feet with a grin, and locked his green, demented irises onto you.

A frightening chill swept down your spine and you lost balance while stepping back, causing you to land harshly onto the floor. "U..Um.." You scooted back until your spine met with the wall.

"..."

And as Midoriya approached you, you felt his hostility and intent. "̷͖̪̺̂A̶̧͙̘̼͈̩͌͗̔ͅf̵̪̱̼̦͋̇̇͂͝ţ̶̬̪̙̦͕̘̺͘è̸̩̦͇͇̤̿̈́ṛ̸̮͓̝̥̼̀͝ ̸̦̱̰́͐̇̍͝a̸̟̥̲̲͊͗̂̚l̸̗̹̈́l̵̢͎̣͒̽̃̂̀̐̀͝ ̶̩̪͖̄̿ţ̸͙̟̬̲͇̄h̶̡͙͉̰̠̳̥͂̕a̵̡̾̎͗̐͊͂͝͠t̷̨͓͖͚̗̼̰̅̓͑̓̎ͅ ̷̢̝̠̟̩́̎ͅͅI̶̢̱͓̊̓̋́͋͠'̴͓̽̐̽͆͗͒v̷͔̙͔̩̼̌e̷̞̤̟͊ ̵̘̻̀̒͐̈́̕d̶̍̈͗̑͌͒ͅo̵̫̭̻͉̍̑ͅn̵͇̬̻͖̫̫͉̯͘e̶̝͙̬͙̪̖͉͐͗͛̃̽̉̿̚͜.̴͎̜̭̀̈́̀̋̈́̉͝.̶̨͓̪̀̈̿̆̒̈́͝.̶͓̇̾͌̀̍͘͝ ̷̨͎͈̮̘̣̄̃̚Į̵̻̩͎̮̪͔͆͑ ̴̡̧̪̣̘̩̓̈́̅̂͌̀̍̔ş̵̤̤̪̳̉̈́̓̿͝t̷̰̩̻͌͜͝i̴̢̧̲̣̱̖̱̊̔l̴̡͍̪͎̹̯̈́̽͗̐̿̀̽ḷ̵̡̛̤͈͓̝̹̽͝ ̵͍̺͇̲̮͕͎͋̉̈́̆͂͑̈̓d̶̡̟̜̖̣̩̐͂͊̎̍̕͠ͅọ̶̧̀͂͆̍̚͝n̴̫̞̺̺͙̑̊'̴̣͕̱̓̀́̈́̿̏̾t̶̡̫͙̘̭͉̤̯̂̌͛͊̈̐͗͗ ̴̡͖̙̮̝͙̰̿̈́̑k̴̩̬̯̙͈̃͜ṋ̴̰͍̌͛͑ọ̶̢͇̘͈̹̓͑͜w̸̛͈̳̕͘ ̶̛̙̜̹͖̇̄̓w̴̨̧͓̑́̑̊̎̈́̕h̷͉̼͈̞͆̄͜ͅy̷̝͆̓̅̏́͊͝͝ ̵̖͛y̷̘͉̞̆̀͌͒͝o̸͍̪̳͎̿͒̊̏͊̓͑ṳ̵̩͈̻̪̜̙̀͆̂̔̌̀ ̶̡̨̩̦̞͊̓̄̋̏̉̚d̷̲̪̱̐̓͊̒̏̂͠͝ơ̶̠̤̣͎̲͒͘n̵̖̟͋́̾̽͊'̴̝̙̩̪̍̈͒̈́͛̌̇͂͜ţ̷͙̱̖̱̠̓͜ͅ.̸͕͚̦͈̣̏̃͒̔.̵̲̙̾̌̊̾̈́̈́̾.̶̟̹̞͙̘̿̿̾͑̄͜ ̴̻͍̝͐͐̈́̉̕̕͝l̷̨̛͇̰̭̜͊̈́́̓̈́̕ö̷̗̳̤̳̱͓́ͅv̸͚̹̟̻͕̈́̽ͅȅ̷̡̆ ̵̙̥̥͕͛̇̒͗͆̌̕̕m̵̟̫̊̀͐͒̑͗e̵̻̞̔͗͛̚͘̚.̶̜͙͕̬͓͉͈̒͐̚.̴̨̯̝̅͋̾͠"̸͔̙̼̰̪̮̈́̈̇́̊̕͝