The human-disguised figure stared at the computer screen with a satisfied grin, entwining his fingers and let out an echoing chuckle too.

"Oh Reapy, Reapy, Reapy... You sure said some 'very' interesting things..."

He started to let out a ghostly laugh as he moved the mouse to another tab.

"Now... who is this 'Izuku' you're 'friends' with?"

He typed up the name 'Izuku' in the search bar.

There were several results involving videos of the sports festival. But the top link was titled, "Izuku Midoriya V.S Enso Ureshi."

"They fought each other?"

He clicked on the video, watching it from the very beginning.

He watched as Izuku and Enso fought each other. He saw them using identical martial arts, he saw Izuku exploding his fingers and arms with power, and he saw his black aura forming and unleashing barrages of energy in different forms. His excitement grew and grew with each passing second, his twisted grin was nearly pressed up against the screen by the time the battle had ended.

"Amazing... Amazing! You have a friend like this Reapy!?" His breathing quickened. "How strong his willpower and determination must be to BREAK his own bones and still keep on fighting! I wonder how much he can take from me? Oh, I wanna know, I wanna know just how strong his mind is! I wanna know how long he can last..."

He heard a knocking on the side of the booth he was in.

"Oi! Keep it down in here!"

The figure flinched and turned to the door, looking visibly pissed as he stood up and slid it open to reveal a middle-aged man who appeared to be the manager.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" He asked in an annoyed tone.

The manager looked unimpressed at the booming sound of his voice.

"Your shouting is annoying the other customer! Either shut up, or get out."

His hand cracked into fists, "Oh? Telling me what to do? That won't do at all..."

The manager seemed to notice his tone and narrowed his eyes, "Don't do anything stupid. Heroes can come here anytime."

That just seemed to make him even more pissed.

"Heroes?... Is that all of you always go back to? You always let all of THEM fight for you? You think that they'll come to protect you guys every single time with their little superpowers?"

He gazed his head down, shadows over his eyes.

"Tsk! It's the same... It always seems the same no matter where I go..."

He took a step forward to the man, to which the man stepped back cautiously.

"It seems like you need a little lesson of fighting for yourselves. Let's see if your mind's still intact afterword."

"Security!" The man shouted, prompting a guard to started rushing over.

"So in the end, you're still going to bring someone else to fight for you... Fine."

He visibly started to deform and make grotesque sounds in the process. His figure started molding and growing to a new height, his skin turned pale and showed signs of rotting, he looked down as a hood suddenly grew on his head and his fingers turned into claws. His pants ripped into shorts once again and his upper clothing had disintegrated, only revealing the bandages around his torso and biceps.

The security guard that had been marching over suddenly stopped and took a step back in horror at the sight. The manager backed up next to him too with wide-open eyes and sweat coming from all over his head.

"Wh-What is that!?" He hid behind the guard, who pulled out a gun from the side and aimed it.

"Get out everyone!" The guard shouted.

"I don't think so." Before anyone could check out what was happening, he stuck both of his palms out, to which multiple horrid tendrils came out and stuck all over the room. They suddenly started turning the walls and floor to metal, spreading and spreading until it covered the entire room, especially the doors and windows, in steel.

Seeing him do this, the guard fired. "Die you monster!"

His bullets visibly punctured the figure and caused many people to scream and burst out of their booths, all of them frantically rushing to exits. Only to find that everything was turned to metal.

"You're annoying." One of his tendrils pulled itself out from the wall and wrapped around the guard's hands, pulling him up and forcing his gun to be aimed upward.

"Hey! Hey!" The guard struggled.

"We can't get out!" Someone yelled, trying to get out through the mental encased area.

"The doors are sealed in metal!?" Another shouted.

"Call a hero, it's a villain!"

"STOP RELYING ON OTHERS!" He pulled his tendrils back into his hand and slammed his palm to the ground, to which a sudden wave of an emp-sort blast spread through the entire area, causing many electronics to fry and making people drop their phones in shock that they suddenly malfunctioned.

"The next one that says ANYTHING, you'll gonna find something missing from the top of your neck!" He threatened, raising his head to reveal the blazing red eyeholes and jagged mouth of his now formed mask.

Everyone either froze in fear or fell to the ground shaking.

"Finally..." He took a heavy step forward before using his tendrils to forcefully pull the gun from the guard's hand, then flinging him to the wall with a loud slam.

"NGH!" The guard bounced off the wall and fell to the floor in pain.

He retracted his tendrils back and put the gun in his hand.

"I'm honestly disappointed... To think, when getting faced with a threat, ALL you guys kept thinking about was a way to get a hero here... The common people here are just as frail as everywhere else..."

He waved the gun around. "Well guess what? These walls are sound-proof, any method of electrical communication won't work, and I don't think anyone is gonna be looking in here anytime soon."

"Wh-What do you want from us?" The manager demanded to know.

The figure glanced around at the audience of people consisting of several men and a few women.

"I just wanna see how many of you REALLY want to live..." He stomped around the room tightly holding the gun between his large hand. "Everywhere I've been, it's all the same. People always feel like they have to rely on 'stronger' individuals rather than learning to overcome anything themselves, they're too weak-minded to fight. They don't ever bother making themselves stronger even though they have the ability to do so... And that's why when their life or death situation comes, they always end up dying, because of being so ignorant believing that others will always come to save them. And in turn, they never strengthen themselves. So..."

He walked up to the shaking manager and used a tendril to raise the gun over to him.

"I want to play a game. A game that'll test just how many of you actually want to live."

His eyes flared in red as he let out a chilling laugh.

"And only the winner will live to hear the name..."

He handed the man the pistol.

"Lynch."


~{Meanwhile}~

Shigaraki had been scratching his neck furiously ever since his Sensei had requested him to capture Izuku Midoriya while leaving Enso Ureshi alive. He didn't understand what he was thinking. His Sensei had never asked something so specific of him before and he didn't understand the logic behind it.

But his scratching stopped in the middle of Enso and Bakugo's battle when he ended up hearing many interesting things between the yelling of the two and the silence of the crowd.

"Hmm… He's got quite the temper."His Sensei chuckled as he stared at Bakugo being hauled off.

"I...I get it..." Shigaraki mumbled.

"Hm? What is it Tomura?"

Shigaraki's pupils had shrunken behind the hand on his face as he came to a realization.

"That boy... That brat Ureshi... He only joined the fight to help his other brat friend? Was that the whole reason he joined the festival? Just to help him?"

Sensei grinned as he listened on.

"He didn't show that much interest during the festival with anyone but Midoriya..."

Shigaraki heard his Sensei laugh.

"Wonderful Tomura! You're learning already! Indeed, Ureshi decided to throw away his final fight simply because of personal matters involving a friend. This shows his lack of ambition of actually becoming a hero... Not bothering to finish to prove the world that he's the strongest, he didn't care for it. He only finished through his battles to get to the point of fighting the person he's shown the most interest to."

"Midoriya..." Shigaraki muttered, hands clenching into fists.

"There's no doubt that he only wishes for the boy to grow, I can see the look in his eyes. An experienced boy who only wants to follow his friend on his growth... Although, it does leave me confused as to why that is... Is he also attending U.A just for the sake of one person? What kind of ambitions does he actually have?"

Shigaraki narrowed his eyes as he saw Enso's eyes on the monitor.

"Perhaps we can ask him. If we can get Midoriya to willingly join us, if we can get him to understand and accept our goals... Then Ureshi will follow... Killing two birds, with one stone."

Shigaraki looked down, still looking unsure and even showing signs of annoyance.

"But... I hate both of them..."

"Now, now Tomura... You'll get along with them one day."

His Sensei grinned.

"I guarantee it."

Shigaraki grumbled and started scratching his neck again.

There was silence between the two as Shigaraki's Sensei watched a specific green-haired boy in the crowd during the final fight.

"Soon… We'll have a lot to talk about... Izuku..."


"What happened to him?" Enso asked as he came into Recovery Girl's makeshift office. After finishing fighting Bakugo, his body was in clear need of some healing. But what he didn't know was that Izuku had ended up back in the nurses' bed as well.

"Hell if I know at this point!" Recovery Girl fumed. "One of his classmates suddenly came in here saying that he passed out!"

Enso looked shocked.

"Were the memories I showed to him too much to handle? It might've been the trauma of recalling those memories. Unless..." He looked down. "Did he actually relive through those them in Bakugo's head too? Experience the full pain he felt at those moments?"

"Sit down sonny. I'll heal you right up." Recovery Girl ushered him to a seat.

Enso was silent as he sat in a chair next to Izuku's unconscious body, the boy looking rather uncomfortable in his sleep.

"Was what I did the right choice?"

Enso shook his head, "He had to realize how Bakugo truly viewed him... If they couldn't be friends again, then Izuku had to understand that. Perhaps it might've been too much to bring into light all of his violent actions in front of a watching audience, but it seemed to be the most effective way of pressuring him to think about it..."

*CHU*

Enso blinked as he felt Recovery Girl's lips somehow stretch to his forehead. He felt his headache slowly start to fade, but bringing exhaustion to replace it.

When he was fully healed, she removed her lips.

"There we go sonny. You better get going now."

Enso stood up and rubbed his forehead. "Get going for what? Isn't the festival over now?"

Recovery Girl hopped back to her chair. "Exactly, so we're having the award ceremony. All of the participated first-year students have to attend it. Especially those who made it near the top."

"How pointless..." Enso muttered.

He turned to Izuku and stared down at the boy.

"But what about Izuku?"

"He's unconscious right now, so there's no helping it... How is it that even though he wasn't fighting, he still ended up in here?" Recovery Girl sighed.

Enso turned away.


~{Festival Conclusion}~

Cheers rang out through the stadium as all of the first-year students gathered together in the middle of the arena. However, there were notably two important people missing from the event; Iida, who had suddenly left on a family emergency, and Izuku, who was still passed out in the nurse's office after the last battle.

Fireworks blew up in the sky as Midnight proudly spoke.

"All of the first-year events for this year's U.A sports festival have been completed! And now, it's finally time to begin the award ceremony!" She cracked her whip in the air and pointed over in the very middle of the stadium.

More fireworks seemed to explode on cue. Thick fog and confetti filled the area for a few moments where three silhouettes on podiums appeared.

"Wow…" Mineta said in some shock.

"What the heck?" Kirishima muttered.

"He's been struggling ever since waking up…" Kaminari said with an awkward smile.

At the top of the first-place podium, Bakugo struggled to break free with every inch of his life. He had a metal mask covering his mouth, several chains that tied him to a small pillar, and letting out inhuman grunts with his completely white eyes abnormally slit in rage. His chains clanked as he struggled to pull his body in all directions.

In the second place podium, Enso stood with his eyes closed and arms crossed. He could still hear some people shouting to him over his 'loss' against Bakugo, but he just sighed and waited for everything to be over.

In the third-place podium stood Tokoyami, who also had his arms crossed and was staring at Bakugo with a rather stunned expression.

"He is like a man-eating fiend…" He muttered with sweat awkwardly trailing down the side of his head.

"Nnnngggh!" Bakugo let out a muffled scream through his mask as his eyes of pure rage looked as if they were trying to kill Enso right there.

Enso opened one eye to see Bakugo glaring at him.

"...Baka."

"NNNGGGHHHH!" Bakugo's muffles got even louder.

Enso turned his head away.

The cameras of the paparazzi flashed at the winners as Midnight proudly spoke.

"In addition to Tokoyami, there is also Izuku Midoriya in third place! However, he is currently recovering from something so he couldn't show up! Thank you for your understanding!" She then let out a wink as she blew a kiss to the cameras.

Enso rolled his eyes.

At the mention of Izuku's name, each of the girls in Class A looked down with mixtures of sad and concern expressions. They all remembered everything Bakugo and Enso said to one another in their fight, from Enso confronting Bakugo on his bullying, to Bakugo's response to what he thought of Izuku.

But what had most of them scared was the change of Izuku's state after hearing everything. The visible disturbance and trauma he had on his face, the hard panting and sweat that came from him, and most concerning of all, the black colors of his aura forming again before he finally passed out.

Ochako focused her gaze to Momo, who had a visible look of anger directed at Enso. This was unusual for one of the most composed of the class to show a visible dislike towards someone.

"Um... Yaoyorozu? Why do you look so... Angry?"

Momo turned to Ochako and realized that she must've been making such a face. She wondered what to do for a moment, remembering what she had seen during the final battle between Enso and Bakugo. But she decided it might be better that she did know.

"Uraraka... We need to talk."

An uneasy feeling grew in the gravity girl as Momo explained what she had seen while Midnight spoke again.

"Now we will award the medals!" She raised her whip into the air. "The presentation of the medals will, of course, be by this man-!"

A powerful and cheerful laugh echoed as a figure emerged from the top of the stadium.

All Might leaped from the top of the stadium and started falling to the field.

"I have brought the medals-!" All Might shouted as he landed.

"-our very own All Might!" Midnight yelled over him.

The two remained in silence for an awkward moment. All Might then slowly turned his head to Midnight in an embarrassed way.

"Sorry, I talked over you." she whispered to him with an apologetic smile. But she moved on and handed the medals to All Might. "Now then All Might, please present the medals to our students starting from third place!"

All Might walked up to Tokoyami with the third-place bronze medal.

"Young Tokoyami, congratulations! You sure are strong!" He praised as he placed the metal on Tokoyami's neck.

"You are too kind." Tokoyami responded with a boy.

All Might reached down and gave Tokoyami a hug, surprising him by the contact and the scent of hopes and dreams.

"However, in order to fight well against different types of people, you must not rely only on your quirk. If you train your own strength more, then you'll have more than enough options to use for fighting."

All Might released the boy and Tokoyami glanced down at his third-place medal.

"Yes sir."

All Might gave him one last pat on his shoulder and proceeded to the second-place podium where Enso stood. Enso's eyes opened when All Might came by will the silver second-place medal.

"Young Enso, congratulations on your second-place victory." He lifted the medal to put it around Enso's neck, but the boy reached his hand out to simply grab it.

All Might stopped and raised the medal back from the boy's reach. "Hold on now, I'm going to put this on you."

"..." Enso stared at the medal, then back to All Might.

"But... It looks tacky."

"This guy!" All the students thought in unison.

"Please?" All Might asked politely like a schoolgirl.

"..." Enso sighed and bowed his head.

"Good boy!" All Might laughed as he slipped the medal on.

"I'm not a dog..." Enso's eye twitched.

All Might put his hands on his hips and spoke in a somewhat more serious tone than before.

"Anyway, Young Ureshi... I assume you had your reasons for suddenly giving the win away to Young Bakugo like that..." All Might started, knowing fully well what the boy had only fought to bring into light Bakugo's past actions towards Izuku and had tried to get them back on good terms.

"But you shouldn't let personal matters get in the way of your battles. It's the same for Young Todoroki who showed visible reluctance to using his left side."

Todoroki looked down and stared at his left hand as All Might continued.

"If you let these things interfere with your battles as a hero, other innocents may end up being affected by it."

Enso looked away from him.

"But with the way Bakugo is acting now, so many innocents may suffer damage because of his hot-headed ego and lack of care for anyone but himself... I tried to have him realize what his actions could do, what his actions have already done..." He turned his head to Bakugo's direction. "But in the end, I guess he really is a lost cause..."

"NGH!" Bakugo wailed as his chains violently clanked around.

All Might let out a small sigh.

"Young Ureshi... You have to expect change to take time... You can't suddenly force someone to change how they view themself or others. I won't say your actions during that battle were wrong, but I'll say that you may have overdone it..."

"..." Enso turned his head around at all the eyes set upon him. He could detect several different looks of anger, curiosity, and discomfort towards him.

He looked down and narrowed his eyes.

"I thought it was the only way..."

All Might kept his big grin as he patted his shoulder.

"We all know you had good intentions... But you may have made Young Bakugo's hero career get a little... complicated." The pro-hero implied since he had exposed so much.

Enso slowly turned his head to Bakugo once more, who had stopped struggling and just stared menacingly at him.

"Whoops."

"NNNNNNNNNNNGH!" Bakugo's struggling came back with comedic fires blazing around him.

"I know even you feel bad about it... But don't worry, everything will be fine."

All Might opened his arms to hug Enso, but both of the boy's hands grabbed the hero's wrists and started pushing him back.

"What are you doing?"

"Come on now Young Ureshi, don't be that way." All Might laughed.

"Stop that."

"A simple hug won't kill you."

"I don't want it."

"Just a little...There we go!" All Might laughed as he overpowered Enso with his sheer brawn and wrapped his arms around him.

Enso had a blank expression on his face as he was lifted off the ground by All Might's hug.

The moment All Might placed him back down, he backed up and crouched down with his hair suddenly stiffening upward.

"HISS!"

"Like a cat!?" The classes mentally shouted.

All Might thought nothing of it and went up to Bakugo on the first place podium.

"Now then, Young Bakugo!"

He examined the chained state of the boy.

"This is too much…"

All Might reached forward and gently pulled the mask off as he spoke. "Good job getting first place! I understand that your last battle may have been not what you expected, but you worked hard to be where you are now!"

Bakugo had his head down.

"All Might…"

All Might tilted his head, "Hm?"

"First place like this-" Bakugo raised his head to show his completely white and red vein-filled eyes along with an abnormally large frown of a pissed off man.

"-IS NOT WORTH ANYTHING!"

"Oh boy..."

"Even if the world recognizes it, if I don't recognize it myself, then it's trash!"

All Might sighed.

"Young Bakugo, do you know why Young Ureshi gave you that last win?"

"Because he couldn't help damn Deku!" Bakugo immediately snapped.

"That's partially right. But he also stopped because he knew he wouldn't be able to help you."

Bakugo's movements stopped for a moment.

"Young Ureshi knows that you're strong, but he also knows that Young Midoriya is strong too. He knows as well as I do that if you both learned to put aside your differences and become close friends, then you would both be some of the strongest heroes the world will ever know... But since he couldn't have you realize that, then he chose not to continue fighting in the hope that you would reflect on that very moment of 'victory' in order to come to a new realization about yourself and the importance of others. You can be the best, but that doesn't mean you have to be the best by yourself."

"Tsk!" Bakugo turned his head and glared at Enso, who avoided a direct gaze at him.

All Might raised the gold medal forward to Bakugo, "Take this medal okay? Think of it as a 'wound' so you never forget! Use it to learn more about yourself and others!"

"I said I didn't want it!" Bakugo shouted back.

"Now, now," All Might said as he tried to get the medal on Bakugo's head.

"I TOLD YOU I DON'T WANT IT!" Bakugo retaliated as he moved his head up and to the side to avoid the medal.

"Ngh-Here!" All Might said as he managed to pull the medal between Bakugo's teeth, much to the boy's blazing anger.

He then turned his head to the crowd with his hands on his hips.

"Well, they were the winners this time, but listen here! Anyone here could have ended up on these podiums!

"I don't think that's possible due to the difference of abilities among us, the lack of reaction time, determination, actual skill-"

"ANYWAY-!" All Might interrupted Enso's sudden analysis. "It's just as you saw! Competing, improving each other, and climbing even further! The next generation of heroes is definitely sprouting!"

All Might pointed his finger straight up in the air.

"So I have just one more thing to say! Everyone say it with me! Ready, go!"

"-Plus Ultra!" The audience shouted.

"-Thanks for your hard work!" All Might yelled differently.

"..."

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds before the crowd started boing.

"What!? It should have been 'Plus Ultra!' there All Might!" Many of them yelled.

"W-Well, I thought everyone worked hard…" All Might said as he felt embarrassed.

"Good job number one." Enso facepalmed.

"Quiet you."

Aizawa clicked on the intercom. "All students immediately head back to your homerooms. No detours."

The girls of Class-A all flinched, while Kendo looked disappointed.


~{Afterschool}~

The atmosphere in the room was completely frozen solid.

All the students of class 1-A were in their seats visibly tense as they waited for the school day to finally end. The main reason for the environment was due to two notable boys in their class.

Many students took glances at Bakugo, the boy looking furious in his seat as he clenched his hands into fists with the 1st place medal still hanging from his mouth for some reason. They had all heard the accusations that the boy had committed during his final fight against Enso, which cause most of the class to view him in a new, dark light, even Kirishima looked unsure about him now.

Then there was the other one.

Enso spun a pencil in his hand as he down in a small, black notebook he had with him, uncaring of the glances that his class had on him. Their gazes were just out of curiosity at the thought that he had exposed something so sensitive to everyone, possibly putting a cork in Bakugo's career if any of the teachers decided to do anything about it. After all, they wouldn't just let what they heard slide.

Aizawa got to the front of the class and scratched his head.

"Good work today… There will be no school tomorrow or the day after. I'm sure the pro heroes who watched the sports festival will want to recruit all of you, but we'll go over that when you all come back. So rest well and look forward to that."

"..." The class remained still silent.

Aizawa knew that he had to bring up another matter and sighed.

"It has also come to my attention that there have been some personal secrets we weren't supposed to know about..."

Bakugo's anger surprisingly seemed to dim down as he heard this, his previous anger of 'winning' the festival turning into a serious demeanor as he heard Aizawa speak.

"Thus, I need everyone to leave except those involved or have knowledge about the situation. You should know who you are, don't make me have to hold everyone."

Nearly all of Class 1-A didn't seem to know what to do. They didn't know if they were involved or not and curiously stared at one another to see who wasn't moving and who was leaving.

Aizawa's eyes shined red and his hair waved upward when he didn't see anyone get up.

"Now."

Many people got up from their seats and started packing their stuff, rushing to get out of the classroom.

"And don't think about visiting Midoriya right now. I don't know what happened to him that cause him to faint, but let him get his rest."

Many people flinched.

Aizawa watched as everyone left the room one by one, but the teacher was surprised to see more students than he expected to remain.

After everyone else had left, there were still six people remaining.

Enso, Bakugo, Jiro, Momo, Ochako, and even Mina had remained.

Aizawa narrowed his eyes, "Just what has been going on?"

Momo stared curiously at Jiro in confusion as to what she knew about the whole thing, while Mina awkwardly sat in her desk with a depressed look.

"Well?" Aizawa sternly asked.

Enso sighed as he placed his pen down.

"To put it simply, Bakugo has been bullying Izuku ever since they were four."

"What?" Aizawa had a glare on his face now.

"It's been going on all the way from the age of four to the start of this very school semester." Enso clarified.

Mina and Jiro could feel their hearts sink. Mina had only known what she had heard from Izuku during their first hero lesson together. And as for Jiro, she had known that Bakugo had 'picked' on Izuku, but she didn't know it was ever since he was four. Ochako didn't look shocked like them due to hearing about this from Momo during the festival, but it still hurt to hear.

"Who here knows the most about it besides Bakugo?" Aizawa demanded with a small growl.

"Me. But let the others speak first." Enso didn't hesitate to answer.

Aizawa looked very suspicious at that request but decided to go along with it for now.

"Fine. The girls speak first. And Bakugo..." He turned to the explosive teen, "Not a word."

Bakugo nodded in all seriousness, eyes still hidden in shadows.

"Ashido, you go first." Aizawa instructed.

Mina rubbed her arm nervously.

"I actually don't know too much... But during our first hero lesson, Midoriya said something that just felt off to me... He seemed so scared to fight against Bakugo and even told me that he was hated by him because of being weak and... quirkless..."

"Quirkless?" Aizawa repeated.

Enso piped up. "A late bloomer. Izuku developed his quirk much later than everyone else. But since not having a quirk at 4 like the norm, people all assumed he was quirkless. This seemed to be a contributor as to why Bakugo started to bully him."

Aizawa turned to Mina. "Anything else?"

"Not really..." Mina mustered.

Aizawa focused his gaze on Ochako. "Uraraka, what do you know?"

"I actually didn't know too much until recently... But I also had a feeling that something was wrong ever since I met him. On the entrance exam, I saw Bakugo and Deku heading to the auditorium. But I heard Bakugo growl at him and call him 'Deku...' From there I've always seen him seem so scared around Bakugo the most."

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, "Don't you call him that nickname too?"

Ochako lightly blushed and flailed her arms.

"N-Not with that bad intention in mind! I-I called him it because i-it reminded me of Dekiru, 'you can do it!' H-He lets me call him that!"

"Alright. Anything else?" Aizawa sternly asked.

Ochako flinched, "N-No sir..."

Aizawa sighed, "I need much more than that..."

"I encountered Deku in the hall once and talked to him." Jiro brought his attention to her.

Aizawa stared suspiciously at her. "You call him that too?"

"He lets me, same good intentions only." Jiro quickly explained.

"Alright... Well, go on." Aizawa encouraged.

"I wanted to know why he was always so nervous around anyone and he told me that it was because he was 'teased' a lot when he was little. But I knew there it was something more, so I asked him if he was teased, or bullied. His flinching gave me my response..."

"Did Midoriya say that Bakugo was one of the ones who bullied him the most?" Aizawa asked her.

"I asked him about it. And he said... Yeah." Jiro said as her gaze hit the ground.

"Why didn't you report this?" Aizawa looked pissed.

"B-Because Deku still wanted to be his friend!" Jiro instinctively responded.

Bakugo's head showed visible movement when she said that.

"What?" Aizawa asked her to clarify.

Jiro nervously rubbed her arm.

"He told me that despite everything, he still wanted to be his friend... So I thought that I was being considerate not to report it, because it might've hurt his chances for him to even talk to Bakugo..."

"There's no point to this..." Bakugo grumbled.

"What?" Aizawa hissed at him with glowing red eyes.

"I did it. I tormented the fucking nerd, alright? That's it... There's no point to this shit..." Bakugo said with his head down.

Enso and Aizawa both raised an eyebrow at how he seemed to just admit his actions.

"Quiet Bakugo, we'll hear what you have to say later."

"If I may..." Momo spoke out as she rose from her seat with a hand over her chest, "I believe I have more to say on this."

Aizawa nodded, "Go on."

Momo looked down as she recalled the horrible things she heard.

"Izuku said that in the beginning, he was only quirkless and that caused him to get bullied by not just Bakugo, but all of his class. But then suddenly, Bakugo was using his quirk on Izuku... Burning him, bruising him over and over again. H-He had been doing this for so long, yet Izuku never got help, and no one helped him even though they knew what he was going through..." Momo's voice started cracking.

"Just how bad were these burns?" Aizawa asked her.

"Knowing Bakugo, he was probably always careful to make sure that many of these burns didn't leave any permanent marks." Enso remarked.

Bakugo turned his head away.

Aizawa turned to Bakugo in what almost seemed like a disappointing look of betrayal.

"Bakugo... Did you really?"

Bakugo's hands just tightened into fists.

"..." Aizawa rubbed his eyes with a sigh. He couldn't believe that it was actually true. He had always known that Bakugo was quite the angry student, but to know that he had done all these things to Izuku when younger, it was shattering as a teacher.

There was one more thing he had to go over, one that he wished he didn't have to but needed to confirm.

"Bakugo, during your fight against Ureshi, I heard an implication where you encouraged Midoriya to..."

He paused for a moment, almost afraid to ask.

"That you encouraged Midoriya to commit suicide."

Enso watched as the girls got in visible pain from hearing that.

"Is. This. True?" Aizawa asked with slow and threatening words.

Bakugo grit his teeth, reluctant to answer this.

"Bakugo, answer now."

"I... I..."

"Believe that you'll be born with a quirk in your next life and take a last chance dive off the roof." Enso quoted with a glare.

There were chills in their spines.

Bakugo slammed his desk and looked back, almost prompting Aizawa to use his quirk and pull out his scarves.

"You shut the fuck up you edgelord! He never would've done it! He doesn't have the balls!"

A sudden whoosh echoed and Enso was gone from his seat, suddenly appearing inches away from Bakugo with glowing red eyes.

"Don't ever assume that someone wouldn't be able to do something like that."

Bakugo's eyes widened and he leaned back at the sudden appearance of Enso.

"Ureshi!" Aizawa yelled.

Enso just seemed to ignore him as he got closer to Bakugo.

"You don't know just how close he was to finally ending it."

This comment made everyone feel frozen at what it implied, even Bakugo looked shocked.

"Did you... look into that nerd's head too?" He actually sounded anxious.

"I don't even have to look in his head to tell." Enso declared as he backed up and maintained his glare.

"Enough! Ureshi, sit back down or you're out of here!" Aizawa's hair floated upward as his eyes flashed red.

"Hmph." Enso put his hands into his pockets and walked back to his seat, while Momo, Mina, Ochako, and even Jiro trembled at the thought of the precious green-haired boy gone. Their worry turned into anger as they glanced at Bakugo with piercing glares.

Once Enso sat back down, Aizawa turned back to Bakugo.

"Bakugo... If you really said what you said, then you've instigated a suicide... If Midoriya would've gone through with it, then you could've been arrested. You put Midoriya through so much unnecessary pain... Didn't you ever think about your actions on the boy?"

Bakugo had shadows over his eyes. "It doesn't matter now..."

"Like hell it doesn't!" Jiro shouted with a slam to her desk.

"Do you know how much you put him through!?" Momo added in rage.

"Jiro! Yaoyorozu! Quiet! Next one who speaks without permission is out of this school!" Aizawa threatened, prompting everyone to remain shut.

He turned back to the bully again, "Bakugo... Are you going to say anything? Anything at all?"

Bakugo just remained silent. He didn't really have anything else he could say.

Aizawa sighed. This was something he really didn't want to do, but he felt that he had to.

"Bakugo... I'm sorry, but I can't just overlook any of this, no matter how strong of a student you are. Your actions aren't befitting of a hero and there's no doubt the public eye will have a lot to say about this..."

Bakugo's hands tightened into fists as Aizawa was going to say one last thing.

"As of now, you are hereby expe-"

"I Am Here, Just in time!"

The door slid open to reveal All Might holding Nezu in his arm.

"Let's not be too hasty now." Nezu chuckled as All Might placed him down.

"Principal Nezu?" Aizawa muttered.

Bakugo's head rose up in shock to see the principal and All Might there.

Nezu dusted himself off and turned his head to the back where Enso sat.

"Enso-kun, why didn't you tell him that I had already permitted Bakugo to stay?"

Everyone else but All Might and Enso were shocked.

"Nani?" Bakugo turned his head back and narrowed his eyes at Enso. "You already talk to the rodent about this?"

An Oni-mask glared down at Bakugo from behind Nezu's innocent smile, a menacing purple aura around him.

"Now, now BakugoI was just feeling nice, you know?"

"Urk!" Bakugo sweatdropped and visibly shivered at the large Oni-mask.

Nezu let out a sigh and walked over to Enso, who got out of his seat and crouched down to be on the same level as him.

"Why didn't you tell them about my permission to let him stay in the beginning?"

Enso just narrowed his eyes.

"Because it wouldn't be right not to go over it. Especially since there are those who wouldn't be satisfied with just letting this go without even going over everything that happened."

Nezu turned to who Enso referred to and saw the four girls in the room.

"Ah yes, the boy's harem."

Comedic lightning struck as nearly everyone turned black and white.

All Might nearly spurred blood from his mouth, Aizawa had his eyes completely open, while Bakugo just looked unimpressed.

"Good for you to be so blunt." Enso remarked.

Nezu let out a small laugh as Momo put her hands to her cheeks with a blush, Jiro covered her red face with her hands, Ochako flailed her arms around with swirling eyes on her red face, and Mina awkwardly smiled while fiddling with her fingers with a lilac blush.

Nezu ignored the reactions and raised his arms up.

"Carry me."

Enso's eye twitched.

"How about no?"

"That wasn't a question." Nezu smiled.

Enso was still for a moment until he realized that Nezu wouldn't proceed unless he listened. He grumbled as he reluctantly reached his arms for him.

"Like a teddy bear." Nezu grinned.

Three different cross-veins emerged on Enso's head.

"How about a sleeper hold instead?"

"He threatened him so casually!?" Everyone thought with blue auras.

"Nah, teddy bear is better." Nezu chuckled as he turned around.

Enso wrapped his arms around Nezu's waist and raised him up, to which Nezu took in the feeling of being held.

"Could use some work on the grip, but not terrible."

Two more cross-veins emerged on Enso's head.

"The serious atmosphere moments ago is just gone now..." Aizawa thought as his head fell to his podium with a sigh.

"Anyway, back to the matter at hand." Nezu got everyone's attention again. "I have discussed the events regarding Bakugo with Enso-kun and All Might even before their final battle. I was originally going to send him out of here in an ironic explosive glory, but Midoriya had requested for the boy to actually stay here."

"?!" Bakugo's eyes widened.

"He did!?" Ochako couldn't believe it, she was too shocked to even be angry.

"Why!?" Jiro added with her, still keeping her anger.

"You should all know the answer to that... It's the same reason why Izuku never told anyone about what Bakugo has done in the first place." Enso didn't hesitate to answer.

They all stopped and looked down with sad expressions as they remembered Izuku wishing to be friends with Bakugo.

"But despite that conversation we had, Enso-kun created some 'drama' with Bakugo in their battle anyway, bringing the matter back up..." Nezu looked up at Enso. "Even I have to say that you did too much."

"..." Enso stared down at him. "I had to figure out the real reason why Bakugo really hated Izuku..."

Bakugo glared at him and tightly gripped on his desk.

"And I found out." Enso turned to him and narrowed his eyes.

Momo blinked as she heard 'real' reason.

"So it wasn't just because he was quirkless? Or was it that Izuku went to U.A despite Bakugo demanding him not to?"

Nezu sighed. "Enso-kun, you've realized the mass outburst of the media you caused, right?"

"Hm?" Enso didn't know.

"It got all over the headline right as your battle finished... 'U.A student a secretly villainous childhood tormentor? Not fit to be a hero?' the usual media dramatization..." All Might sighed.

"Whoops."

"THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY!?" Everyone collectively screamed in their heads.

"But hopefully this will have him realize the severity of his actions... And how to fix them." Enso retorted.

"Oh, Enso-kun, sometimes what you think is right really isn't..." Nezu sighed.

"Ureshi... You said that you found out the reason why Bakugo rejected Izuku so much, right?" Momo interrupted.

Enso turned to her and nodded.

Momo decided to find out something. "Did you-?"

"He shared it with him too... He connected the nerd's damn head with mine using those psychic powers to show him." Bakugo cut her off, knowing exactly what she was going to ask.

"Th-Then, the reason Midori freaked out during their battle was-!?" Mina could feel her blood go cold as she remembered holding such a fragile Izuku in her arms.

"So that was you." Nezu said without a smile this time. "I know that you wanted Midoriya to realize the problems Bakugo had, but that was too much for the young boy to handle..."

"I didn't expect him to hyperventilate and pass out... I thought that by only sharing the memory with him, he wouldn't feel the pain and trauma he had felt during the time. But I guess because he was the direct cause of anger from Bakugo, he ended up feeling what his younger self in those memories did when Bakugo harmed him..." Enso truthfully answered.

"S-So... Deku experienced every single bad memory with Bakugo?" Ochako asked, hoping that wasn't the case.

Enso nodded in confirmation.

"You... You made him go through such traumatic experiences again!?" Momo snapped at him.

"Quiet Yaoyorozu." Nezu told her.

The girl looked angry but backed up in her chair while looking down, slightly trembling at the thought of her precious friend feeling so much pain.

Everyone got quiet as they took in everything they heard, waiting for Nezu to take the next course of action.

Nezu sighed. "Well... What's done is done. Izuku wants Bakugo to stay, so out of consideration from me, he'll stay here."

"Can you really just say 'what's done is done?'" Enso asked in a rather annoyed manner.

"Well f course, there will be conditions. Much needed ones." Nezu said in all seriousness.

"Which are?" Bakugo growled.

"Every day after school you'll have to have a one-hour counseling session with Aizawa. You are never to harm any other students unless the circumstances allow it, such as combat training or defending yourself. And keep in mind I'll know if you're the one who starts a fight or if you're purposely trying to inflict as much pain to someone in training. And with matters involving the press, you are to avoid them as to not cause the school more drama. And lastly, if Midoriya deems that you shouldn't stay in the academy, then you'll leave."

"Nngh!" Bakugo looked pissed, "That nerd!? How do you know he won't just hold that over my head!?"

"Now, now, are you saying that you don't know your childhood friend enough?" Nezu asked with a smile.

Bakugo grit his teeth as he realized what Nezu implied. They all knew that Izuku wouldn't do something as far as to blackmail anyone, especially Bakugo.

"And last but not least... I need you to apologize to the boy."

To that, Bakugo flinched.

"But knowing the type of person you are, it'll take a lot of time for you to do so. I'll give you until the end of the year."

"That's such a long time. Isn't he being too generous?" Enso wondered.

"Even after all of this, I'm sure that Midoriya would still be fine with your company. I'm sure you'll both end up the best of friends again!" Nezu laughed.

Bakugo didn't look angry anymore, he just looked serious. He turned his head away without retaliating anything to the principal.

"Do you agree on these terms Bakugo?"

Bakugo was reluctant to answer, but did.

"Yes..."

Nezu clapped his paws together.

"Good! Now let us start getting back home, shall we? I think we've been here about long enough." Nezu said to them all.

"U-Um..." Ochako stepped forward. "Can we see Deku?"

"Nope!" Nezu immediately answered with a smile.

The girls fell to the floor.

"He needs his beauty sleep. Go home, all of you!" Nezu laughed.

Bakugo was already getting up with his school bag over his shoulder. He looked rather emotionless as he walked past everyone and headed for the door.

All Might placed a hand on his shoulder before he could pass.

"Young Bakugo, I hope you decide to take camaraderie into consideration... It's more important than you think for a hero."

"..." Bakugo paused for a moment before continuing to walk in silence, getting All Might's hand off him and getting out the classroom.

Momo didn't look satisfied at all, shadows were over her eyes as her hands balled up into fists.

"That easily? Even after hearing all of that? They just let him stay... Why... Why!?"

Her gaze focused on Enso now.

"And Ureshi even talked to them about it... He tried to help Bakugo become 'friends' with Izuku again, why!?"

She felt a hand gently hold hers, snapping her out of her anger and turning to Jiro, who looked up to her with a sympathetic expression.

"I know what you're thinking... I am too. But-"She got closer to her, "Let's talk to Deku about it instead." She whispered.

Momo thought about it, then let out a small sigh. "We'll text him if he's okay... But when we get back to school, we'll discuss it with him..."

Aizawa zipped himself up his sleeping bag.

"These students are way more troublesome these days..."

As everyone picked up their things, Enso looked down at the Nezu he was holding.

"While we're here, could I talk to you and Aizawa about something else?"

"Of course! Eraserhead, follow me and Enso-kun to my office please!"

"God damn it, I wanted to be free." Aizawa grumbled.

"Oh? Is that complaining I hear?" Nezu asked with a menacing grin.

"Nope." Aizawa's eyes avoided a direct gaze.

"Good. Now Enso-kun! To the office!" He pointed, still getting carried by Enso.


~{Meanwhile}~

Izuku slowly opened his eyes to find himself staring at a familiar ceiling. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, as his vision was still blurry from just waking up.

He then stretched both of his arms upward and released a loud yawn of satisfaction from having such a great nap.

"Wait... Both my arms?"

Izuku blinked and moved his arms down, staring into the to see that there were no bandages around them.

"Huh? Did Recovery Girl finish healing me?" Izuku blinked as he confusingly admired his fully healed limbs.

But then he realized that he wasn't lying on the hospital bed.

"Eh?" He looked down, then looked all around the room to find the unique room layout of All Might posters, figures, and books on shelves.

"I'm... I'm in my room?!" Izuku shifted in his bed and confusingly stared at his room, then glancing down at himself to find that he was wearing a casual white T-shirt with the words "Plus Ultra" on it in bold black words along with green shorts and even wearing his signature red boots on his bed.

"Wh-What's going on?"

He carefully scooted off his bed and stepped onto the floor, exploring his bedroom despite sleeping there every single day of his life.

His attention shifted from his room to the window, catching sight of the black outside.

"Is it night time?"

He walked to the window and gazed outside, only to have his eyes widen in a mixture of fear and confusion at the pitch-black color outside. It wasn't like normal nighttime, there were no stars, no moon, nor any landscape whatsoever. There was only the dark abyss stretching wherever Izuku's eyes can see. Fear was caused by recognizing this darkness, the darkness that he had seen twice now.

"I-I'm in my sub-conscious again!?" He felt his blood grow cold as he frantically started searching around the room, worried about seeing a specific entity that had been causing problems for him.

"I can move around this time..." Seeing no sign of any dark figures, he slowly turned his head and faced the door, gulping nervously as he carefully reached over for the handle.

He slowly turned the handle and cracked the door open, peeking through to see his usual small hall of his house. Sensing nothing murderous, he cracked the door open more and tip-toed through the living room, not even caring that he was wearing his red shoes in his house rather than slippers. He peeked his head around the corner and saw the living room and kitchen, everything looking somewhat normal to him.

"It looks exactly like my house... Other than the black mist sitting on the couch, everything looks fine..."

He slowly turned around.

Wait.

He did a double-take.

He nearly snapped his head as he turned back with bulging eyes at the black aroma of mist on the couch of the living room. The T.V was on and showing a battle of himself and Enso from their previous battle.

Izuku froze as he swore he heard the black mist sigh and visibly start changing in shape.

It took the form of a familiar person, the same person Izuku had seen multiple times in his sub-conscious.

Himself.

Well, the shape of it overall was a black silhouette of Izuku, even matching the shape of the current clothing he wore. Yet many other details were somewhat obscured as he still had a somewhat wavy aura around him. The only facial-details you could see on the person were the slit and completely filled in blood-red eyes he formed, as the jagged smile that Izuku had seen previously wasn't currently on his face.

The clone-like Izuku turned its head behind him, only to see the actually Izuku with a completely dumbfounded look on his face.

"Hm?"

"Eh?"

"..." "..."

"Um... I didn't expect this." He had no mouth as he spoke. His voice sounded nearly identical to Izuku's, only a hint deeper and more menacing to fit his look of black and red.

"Full Cowling!"

"Eh!?"

Izuku had sent himself forward in a dropkick manner.

"WAH!" He ducked and turned into a complete puddle on the ground, letting Izuku soar over him.

"He can shapeshift!" Izuku thought as his feet landed on the wall.

The puddle quickly traveled on the ground and hid into the kitchen.

Izuku landed on the ground and turned in a defensive stance.

"I can't let him take me over again!"

The clone-like Izuku peeked from the kitchen counter with a pot as a helmet and using the lid as a shield.

"Wait! Can't we talk about this!?"

Izuku zigzagged across the room, swinging his leg as he neared the figure.

"KYAH!" Its odd body stretched to the side and Izuku's kick missed him, to which he used the chance to slither away down into the living room.

"He's hard to hit!" Izuku thought as he landed on top of the kitchen counter.

He appeared from the couch this time, somehow having a lens frame on his face.

"You wouldn't hit a guy with glasses, would you?"

A pot thrown by Izuku smashed into his face, leaving it comedically flat like a cartoon character with the lenses even sinking into his face.

"Ow." He squeaked, then falling back to the floor.

"I got him!" Izuku leaped from the counter and landed on the couch, aiming his fingers down at the figure on the floor.

"Wait! Hold on! Mercy! I surrender!" He had a small black flag form into his hand, waving it up.

"Eh?" Izuku blinked in confusion.

"We could talk to each other now, can't we!?"

Izuku realized that indeed he had the freedom to speak and move in his own consciousness this time, but that didn't mean he trusted the figure already. He kept his fingers aimed at him with a serious look as he thought about the situation at hand. He knew who this was, he had known the moment he saw it, but at the same time, he still had to ask just to be sure.

"I-Ikari?"