Pretending

~Chapter Three~

"Aoyama, You don't need to pretend." I say giving him a genuine smile. His smile falters for a second before returning to his faked smile.

"What are you talking about Iida? I'm fine. I'm not pretending. Why would you say that?" He's hiding something. I know it.

"Please, tell me what is wrong, I can help." I actually feel bad. This is a feeling I rarely have, Pity, Empathy. I hate it. He makes me feel weak... But at the same time, I love this feeling. Why is this happening? What is wrong with me?

"Iida, I'm fine, You wouldn't be able to help anyway." He mutters, barely audible.

"Have it your way. Just... Don't come to school on Friday." He gives me a look of confusion then walks off, I hope he listens.

~Dream~

I look around me, everyone is dead. I love it, they're all covered in blood, their eyes are lifeless. Nothing is moving... Nothing but Deku, he's still alive. His eyes are wide, obviously in fear, stab wounds littering his body, he's looking at Todoroki's body, crying...How sweet. How he's alive, I don't know. I stare at him, A sadistic smile plastered on my face, knife in hand I approach him.

"Deku~" I whisper. His attention snaps to me.

"I-iida!" He Shouts...well as loud as you can shout when your almost dead that is, tearful eyes staring into mine.

"H-help me..." He mumbles, crying harder. "It hurts.."

"Oh... Deku~ I know!" I cheer. His eyes somehow go even more wide.

"W-what? Who...Who did this..? " He stutters, struggling to form words.

"Oh I don't know~ Why don't we find out?" I laugh. I'm about to stab him when, from behind me I hear All Might. Rage. Rage is all I feel. I turn quickly, facing the once great hero, He laughs. How can you laugh at a time like this? Everyone is dead.

"All Might... H-help" Deku Whimpered. All Might's face twists to worry as he spots Midoriya.

"What did you do Young Iida?" He says, Pushing past me to Midoriya. Biggest mistake of his life. While he's distracted I run behind him and stab him in his side. Blood spills from his mouth as he falls dead. Wow, I would've thought that would be harder, guess not. Midoriya gasps and cries even more. Are we sure this kid doesn't have another quirk?

"Iida... Why did you d-d-do thi...s" I smile and laugh.

"Because it feels good." I say, stabbing him five times, that makes twenty-eight in total. How did he survive twenty-three stab wounds? Laughing, I hear laughing. It'ts not me, I'm not laughing anymore. Spinning around I see Aoyama, he's not scared. No, he's smiling. An actual smile. He's laughing, staring at all our dead 'classmates' and the so called hero.

"Aoyama?" I say, Amused.

"Hello Iida, its a pretty sight isn't it? The crimson blood, the beautiful knife, the-"

~End Dream~

What just happened..? Why was Aoyama there? Why was he smiling? Why- Ugh, never mind. It was just a dream.

Going to class was a nightmare, when I walked in everyone stared at me for a second then continued whatever they were doing. I was about to sit down when I remembered what I needed to do.

"Everyone, please sit down!" I yell, getting some peoples attention.

"Why we should we you damn extra?!?" Bakugou screams at me. I can't wait to see him bleed. One can only hope to see such an asshole bleeding in front of them, screaming for mercy, crying and whining in pain. I can't wait for that day to come!