Pretending

~Chapter Eleven~

~Dream~

Looking around I see we're on a 'fun' day out. The class had been taken to the local fairgrounds and told they had three hours to explore and do things.

The 'Dekusquad' had decided to go try basketball throwing. I had followed them to blend in, Although I'd rather be doing something... fun.

When we arrived I noticed one of the teachers who had accompanied us, Midnight, go behind a building, laughing in mock fear.

Curious I decide to leave the dekusquad and accompany her behind the dark building, making sure nobody saw me though.

As I slip between the slim gap between the two buildings I see Midnight, quietly laughing a cat plush in her hands.

So that explains why Aizawa was so mad, she must've stolen from him as a joke and ran behind the building.

"Midnight?" Cautious as I approach her, careful not to startle her.

My mind immediately switches to ways of Killing her. I hadn't a knife so that was out of the picture. I could strangle her but that'd leave marks and evidence I did it. Screw it, we're strangling her.

The woman turns around in surprise before laughing.

"Hello Iida, Why are you here...? Your not helping Shota are you?" She laughs, slight fear evident in her voice.

"No, I was just wondering if your okay." As I walk closer to her she drops the plush and raises her hands to her sleeves in caution.

"That's not the only thing your here for, is it?" She says with a smirk, obviously thinking I was here for another reason.

"No, no it's not Nemuri." Her eyes widen as she's pressed up against the wall, a smirk still present on her face.

"Iida. You know your too you-" As she begins to speak I sprint over to her, knocking her to the ground, restraining her arms and glaring daggers directly in her eyes.

"Oh!" She gasps, clearly not expecting me to actually do anything. "Iida.. We don't need to do this! As much as I think your ho-"

"I'm not here for sex Nemuri." I growl, attaching her handcuffs to  the wall which, conveniently, has two small hooks attached to it.

With her arms now restrained I move my hands to her throat. Placing them around it I see her eyes widen in fear.

"Don't scream, it'll make it worse." I warn as I start to squeeze.

"T-ten..... ya..... W... hy?" She chokes, tears streaming down her face. You know, for a hero she's not putting up much fight.

"Hero's like you disgust me. I can't believe you thought I wanted to fuck you. I'm not into that sweetheart. I'm here to make the world even." Her face pales as she stops moving, not that she was moving much in the first place. I check her pulse, she's dead.

Making no effort to clean up after myself up I brush myself off and exit the small area between two buildings, returning to the dekusquad.

~Dream End~

Once i've woken up, which took longer than expected, I go to the bathroom, undressing and getting into the shower. As the warm water runs down my arms I stare at the marks on my arms. The marks that came before I realized my purpose. Before I became me. The scars were of different sizes, some were short and shallow whilst others were long and deep, appearing across the upper part of my arms and the entirety of my torso.

The newest mark was from the beginning of the year, when I discovered I got into U.A. I was somewhat scared back then. I was relatively new to the whole villain thing and was nervous about slipping up and getting caught. The mark had come from stress, I didn't want to do it but it helped..