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Deku.

My Deku means, "You can do it!"

"The kid could become a monster..."

"Aaaah?" He sighed, his fingers against soft skin "Uraraka I expected more." The skin beneath his hands was warm. He brushed his thumb over it's surface, tracing his other hand over the collarbone.

"You gave in so quickly, even after you made so much progress." His thumb traced the girl's throat gently, applying barely any pressure to the dark, bruised skin. He stood up, his shoes bumping into a knife.

"Ah! There it went," he picked it up delicately and turned it in his hands, turning his narrow glance towards his best friend's corpse. He tilted his head, curls bouncing.

"Now now, don't look at me like that Uraraka.." he pouted. "Here, I'll forgive you if you make this float off into space. No? Too bad then." He grabbed her hand and smeared it against the handle before forcing it into her throat. He grinned as the blade crunched against her bones.

"There you go." He sighed, brushing himself off. "I should be going." The boy began to leave the room, setting any destruction back in its original place on his path out, he neared the door and turned back towards Uraraka's lifeless body, knife sticking awkwardly from her throat.

"Oh and thank you, for giving me a new meaning to Deku." Stepping over an armoured leg and a pool of blood, Deku closed the door. He stepped onto the chestplate of Iida, frowning when the metal didn't buckle under him. He kicked at his chest a few times before a dent formed above the boy's heart before smiling contently.

The people who helped him realise his true potential now having their strength removed felt...  great. He beamed at the thought of his master using and sharing their quirks with him. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he took it out, tossing his gloves behind him with the phone balanced between his shoulder and his cheek.

"Yes today went wonderful!" He chirped, paying no attention to several police cars as they popped up in the distance.

"Yes, yes, all taken care of. The pro heroes are on their way, but I'm not meddling with them- yes I'm gonna have to cry my way out of it but when has that ever failed me before?" He hung up and began to tear up.

Policemen and heroes he couldn't be bothered to remember began to run down the school hallway towards him. He grabbed one of the pro heroes, who he knew as Best Jeanist, by his arm and sobbed.

"Please save them!! Please, they're my friends!!" The hero flicked his fingers towards someone else, who proceeded to run and lean against the doorway of the room, someone already spotting the blood beginning to seep out from under the door.

"Its alright kid, we'll save them." He patted Deku on the head and ran towards where everyone else was waiting for his approval to enter. Deku stepped slowly backwards and waited until he heard gasps and gagging from seeing Iida's dead body to drop his dumb act and mutter.

"Liars."