Warnings: probably some profanity, blood, weapons, death, sadness… basically a lot of sad/mad stuff which we need for the PLOT.

Three Days Later

"Alright, Shoto" Ojiro stood in front of him with a determined grin on his face and his fists raised menacingly "Fight me"

"Wait, fight you? Are you sure?" squawked Shoto. He looked around for Midoriya, but the greenhead was nowhere to be seen. Recently, Midoriya had been acting strangely by avoiding and ignoring Shoto a lot. He wondered what he'd done to upset Midoriya.

From out of the corner of his eye, he saw a fist swinging at him: a left hook. Instinctively, Shoto immediately ducked the blow and slammed a fist into Ojiro's stomach in retaliation.

"Shouldn't be daydreaming, I almost got you" sang Ojiro.

"I saw your swing miles away" snarled Shoto as he ran back towards Ojiro, a hideous expression fixed to his face.

Jiro whooped as she spectated Shoto and Ojiro harshly slam fists into each other. The match was rather quick, considering it was a 'newbie' against a teacher, and ended with Ojiro kicking Shoto in the stomach and finishing him off with an elbow to the head as Shoto doubled over.

"He's ready" panted the instructor.

"What?" Jiro exclaimed, jumping into the air "Well done, Shoto! I'm so happy for you"

"How is he ready when you beat him?" an icy voice spoke out from a dark corner of the room.

The joyous trio turned to see a pale Midoriya with his arms crossed. The anxious look was still on his face and he didn't look Shoto in the eye when he talked.

"Me winning was inevitable. I judge my students on their capability and how long they withstand for. And Shoto was a tough match for me, something I haven't endured in a very long while"

"Okay, if you say so. Now, teach him weaponry"

"A break first" added Ojiro, "Go get a drink, Shoto"

He followed Ojiro's commands and trudged to the water fountain, where he filled a cup with water and steadily drank from it.

"Hey" said a voice from behind and Shoto spun round, hoping it was Midoriya but was slightly disappointed to see Jiro.

"What's up between you two?" she nodded towards Midoriya.

"Oh, I don't know. He's just gone all weird…. Anyway, I'm ready now so let's start"

"Okay" she shrugged and walked over to the left side of the room, Shoto following her.

"So" she spread her arms wide, embracing the racks of weapons "Here it is, the better side of the training room, filled with pointy stuff and killing devices. A truly wonderful place to work in, I tell you"

Shoto nervously grinned in response as his palms dripped with sweat and the hair on the back of his neck rose in anticipation.

"This," Jiro held up a distracting knife with a metal, black handle and a shimmering blade measuring around 7 inches "is a knife. You've probably seen a knife before as they're handy in a kitchen for everyday use. Here, hold it"

He outstretched his hand and took the blade from her, feeling the grooves jut into his skin…

and he was walking along an alley, holding a similar looking knife. He looked down at the beautiful blade caressed by his hand, the jagged scar which ran along his thumb visible and tightened his grip. A light drizzle poured onto his head, but Shoto wasn't interested in the weather or setting. Instead, he was staring down at a bedraggled man on the floor, looking up at him with eyes filled with terror.

"Please. I didn't mean to… I have a family!" but Shoto ignored the pleas and advanced towards the victim.

More screams ran around his eardrums and he whispered to the crimson corpse, "Liars should die"

"Shoto!"

He coughed and realised he was laying on the floor in a crooked position.

"Huh, what happened?" his head throbbed, and he tried to sit up, but was pushed down again by Ojiro.

"You fainted" Midoriya was holding his hand and his eyes swam with panic.

The look in Midoriya's eyes relapsed his memory and Shoto cried and squeezed the hand.

"Izu" he wiped the tear which ran down his cheek "I had a memory; it was so scary"

"What was it about?" asked Midoriya.

"That" and he pointed to the black knife in Jiro's hand "I used it against someone"

"Okay, just calm down" sighed Jiro "Are you sure this was you and not a film or something"

"Umm…" mumbled Shoto and looked at his right hand with the ugly scar on his thumb. The scar. "No, it was definitely real"

"Shh. I think you need a break, Sho. Go to bed, today can be a rest day and we'll resume tomorrow" soothed Midoriya sympathetically.

"I'm gonna go clear up" Ojiro stalked off to his side of the room.

"Same" and Jiro protectively carried her deadly knife to put it back in the racks.

"Come on" Midoriya stood up and, still holding his hand, led Shoto to his room.

Shoto used his card to open the door and flopped onto his grey bed. Hesitating at first, Midoriya timidly joined him and curled up to his side.

"What if I was a murderer? Like a mass one"

Midoriya sighed and ran his free hand through his hair "I just don't think you're the type"

"I guess. Anyway, what's been up with you lately?"

"Nothing, I'm just tired" and with that, he fell asleep against Shoto for the second time that week.

The cold seeping into Denki's bones abruptly awoke him and he stiffly tried to sit up, but the weight on his shoulder hindered him from stretching. He fondly patted Uraraka's head but pulled back and frowned. Something felt wrong. She was cold, as cold as a slab of marble. And… stiff. He froze for a second, but then shook the girl.

"Uraraka?" he yelped but received no response from her.

Instead, her eyes were glassy and unblinking, they were unnaturally colourless with none of her usual glimmer in them. He started sobbing and hugging her, whispering apologies and prayers to her repeatedly whilst rocking her body tenderly.

"Uraraka, wake up. Please. You never saw the trees… the birds… nothing. You… you don't deserve this"

His heart felt as though it were breaking in two and he howled into her ruffled hair. A door slowly opened and shut again. Denki looked up, tears swimming in his eyes to see the callous man who injected them in front of him, bending low to Uraraka.

"She died, huh." He held her jaw to inspect her wide, white eyes.

"Don't touch her!" he screeched, lunging towards the man so that he could hurt him, but the man casually stepped backwards "This was your fault. You injected her and killed her! How… how could you?"

"How does it feel to have a girl dying on your very shoulder? Did you tell her you'd save her? Or, were you cowardly enough to tell her that someone was coming for you two? Come on, tell the truth" the man spat.

"I-I told her Shoto would come for us"

The man roared with loud, bitter laughter, earning a dirty look from Denki.

"I thought you were smart. Your hero is training with his little boyfriend"

"Izuku Midoriya?"

"Yep, and they cuddle at night-time. It's sickeningly cute, how much Shoto loves him. Of course, he's just going to be broken-hearted. But that's the best part. Midoriya is the best at rejecting innocent wannabes'" chortled the stranger.

"Who even are you? What are you trying to achieve here?"

"I'm just experimenting. Its funny, how easy I could pick up my test subjects. Well, it used to be when I was with Midoriya, but he left me when I apparently went to far" grinned the man.

"Start from the fucking beginning! Tell me why Uraraka died and what you did in the past. And, your name!"

"My name's Shinso. Me and Midoriya used to pick out the rough subjects, such as Kendo who regained her memories and retaliated. Then, we would do exactly what I did to you and Uraraka: strengthening the serum for a super solider with advanced powers. But I tortured Kendo and murdered her brutally so Midoriya left me so that he could chase after Shoto. Nowadays, Midoriya catches out the bad subjects and puts them in a stupid prison but sometimes that doesn't always work out"

"How? How doesn't that work out?"

"Well…" Shinso rocked back and forth on his heels "Some prisoners have been taken for other things. I don't know much about that, though"

"But… Uraraka. Why did she have to die? What did we do to be tortured and trapped?"

"I don't know, that was Midoriya's decision. I guess it was from her telling you about Katsuki which meant you knew too much, but I don't know fully. Really stupid move of her to tell you guys, by the way. If she just kept quiet, then no one would have known, and this wouldn't have happened"

"You… dickhead!" seethed Denki, "She's dead now and won't ever see the outside. You lot took her, stole her memories and then killed her"

"Hey, now. There's reasons why we wanted to do the experiment, but I'm not telling you. Now, I need to take her body out" Shinso bent down to pick Uraraka up, but Denki screamed and smacked the purple-haired man in the jaw.

"How could you!" he roared, and lightning burst out of his fingertips and encircled around the room.

The dazzling shards of electricity danced around Denki's hands and emitted its intense flash around the previously dull room. Before he could raise his hands and electrocute Shinso, a thick, transparent wall smashed down from the ceiling to the floor, completely blocking Denki and Shinso from each other. The lightning extinguished and Denki rested a palm against the cool wall.

"What is this?"

"I installed it when I realised that kids with increased powers are very dangerous" Shinso almost boasted.

Denki's fist curled into a ball "I'll never forgive you, she's dead because of you"

"But who was supposed to save you?"

"What? I said it was Shoto, but-"

"He didn't even bother looking for her or you. You two were immediately forgotten once you were out of his eyesight" interrupted Shinso.

"That's not… that's not true"

"He could've begged Midoriya for answers, as he knows where you are. He could've called for you and you would've heard"

"He just didn't know"

"Stop making excuses, Denki. He just didn't want to know. Perhaps she could've been saved by him, but he decided not to save you both when he had the chance. Now she's dead, but I didn't choose for her to die, it was a flip of a coin, remember? But Shoto chose to forget her, not me; I just tried to make her stronger and look how strong you are now."

The simplicity of the argument awoke a cruel, dark part of Denki which craved revenge and he growled fiercely.

"See? You understand now, don't you? I'm your friend, Denki. I won't forget you like he did"