I'm going to get all my stories up to 5 chapters then gonna update them as I see fit to at least get them all the same amount of chapters over time. :)

Or I might write another chapter here.

Who knows, I do.

~ALL MIGHT~

Young Midoriya and I were in the same hospital room. He had been out cold for a few hours ever since he went back to acting normal. It seemed like shock had hit him hard after a few minutes, then he just collapsed.

His right eye seemed to be permanently black now after what happened.

At the USJ there was something, off, about Midoriya. There were things he did that he normally wouldn't have done. Along with how he acted towards the end, it was like it wasn't him.

He was about to break the villain's arm but he stopped, I thought that he had realized what he was doing but...

He was smiling, then laughing. He licked the blood from his cheek and continued to smile with his blood-covered teeth.

However, he began to cough up blood like before. I'm not sure why but he seemed upset until he looked over at me and then swiftly turned away. His form vanishing in in a second, and he was terrified.

He didn't remember anything.

Not that he had broken the villains' wings.

Not that he almost broke his arm.

And...

Not even the fact he seemed to be in a pool of enjoyment.

It was strange.

And since he had been unconscious for the last few hours, I couldn't ask him anything.

For now, I was the only one in the room with him until Recovery Girl got back from checking up on Aizawa.

I was looking out the window until...

*THUD*

I turned around and saw that Midoriya had fallen to the floor. He was rolling around slightly as if he was having a nightmare.

I picked him up and went to place him back in his bed, then he began mumbling to himself it seemed.

"no... I didn't mean to..."

I set him on his bed and watched him so he didn't fall off again.

"Please... believe me..."

Who's he talking to? And what about?

"It... wasn't me..."

What wasn't?

"But it... Felt..."

He sounded like he choked on his words.

"Amazing"

When he said that, it didn't sound like he had before. No worrisome tone, only a quiet fear-inducing, pleasure-filled voice.

A moment after he spoke he woke up gasping for air with a cold sweat.

He looked around, he seemed disoriented slightly, "A...All Might?"

I'm going to keep quiet about what he said... If he doesn't remember anything, he doesn't need to know about it.

~MIDORIYA~

I noticed All Might what in the room with me.

"You're awake, that's good," He said to me.

"What happened... Where- Wait..." I paused, "Are we in the hospital?"

"You collapsed," He said.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember a thing..." I placed my hand on my head, "Did something happen?"

"No," He paused, "Everyone is okay."

"I can remember the villains arriving and being transported around the USJ but then..." I paused, my head ached, "Every memory gets foggier, and the feeling I would get just trying to remember what happened... It terrifies me..."

All Might was listening to me quietly.

"All Might... Tell me," I shuttered, "Did... did I... um..."

Like he knew what I was going to ask he responded before I finished speaking, "No."

"But I..." I stopped, I couldn't finish that sentence, "Nevermind..."

There has to be something wrong with me... I try to remember what happened and scenes, only for a split moment, flash throughout my mind. I should be terrified but... Why? Why do I feel so... good?

All Might and I sat in silence for a while until Recovery Girl entered the room.

I knew they were trying to talk to me but I didn't bother answering. I knew All Might was keeping something from me... Something important.

Why would he keep something so important from me? What exactly did I do that I can't fully remember?

I hurt someone...

No... there's no way I'd ever...

But what else could have ever felt so good?

Yeah...

I sighed and swung my feet over to the side of the bed and stood up.

"Midoriya, what are you doing?" All Might asked me.

~ALL MIGHT~

Midoriya had gotten out of bed and began walking towards the door. He was facing the ground and when I tried to stop him he lifted his head slightly and glared at me.

His black eyes iris burning red and his expression prooved he was mad.

"I don't want to hear it All Might..." He got to the door and turned to face me, "I know what I did, and you tried to hide it from me."

His left eye was closed partially, and he was breathing heavily.

"Please, calm down Midoriya," I walked closer to him.

"NO, stop!" He closed his eyes, dropped his head, and held his hand up towards me, "Just stop... Don't you understand? I need to know what I've done... You trying to hide it isn't helping!"

It's like whatever he does acts as a double-edged sword... If he knows then he'll react badly and if he figures it out he gets mad.

"Midoriya, if you want to talk we can talk," I told him, "I'll tell you what you want to know."

He sighed sadly, "I know I hurt someone and I know how I felt after that but... I need to know that's not all I did..."

Midoriya walked back to the bed and sat down.

"I talked to Asui, and she told me you were the one to take action to protect everyone," I told him, "Including me. Even if you allowed your demon blood to take over, you did it to protect us."

A soft smile appeared on his face as he heard me say that, only to have it vanish.

"I know I should be happy but..." I looked at his hands, they were trembling, "Why...?"

He struggled to speak, tears welling up in his eyes, "Why did I hurt him like that and... why did it feel so good..." He paused as he whipped the tears from his eyes, "I knew he was a villain but still, I shouldn't have felt compelled to hurt him. It's all my fault..."

He buried his face in his arms as he cried, "If I never allowed my blood to take over this never would have happened!"

"We all make mistakes Midoriya," I said trying to comfort him and he snapped.

"I shouldn't have made a mistake that could have cost everyone their lives!" I yelled until he shook his head and snapped back to his normal self.

"I was so close to letting go All Might..." He faced the ground, "I was so close to drowning in a sea of pleasure."

The way he was speaking frightened me, but he needed to get this off his chest.

"If I hadn't fought back, I would have given in..." He sighed.

"But that's what sets you apart from everyone else," I told him, "It's because you fight that you're able to keep going."

"Does it..." He questioned, "You've heard the stories... those who've fought were either torn apart until they couldn't hold on anymore, or they gave in to their lust."

He sighed, "In the case with the one third-year who gave in after her consciousness was split, she gave in to her lust for power... However..."

He choked on his words, "The way things are heading... I'll... um..." He paused, "I'll drown in the pleasure of another's agony... If I feel this way... am I even fit to-"

"Don't finish that sentence," I told him, "If you're thinking that you feel that way, remember the actions you took before I gave you your quirk."

He just sat there.

I sighed, "It's the blood that's changing how you see things, remember that."

~MIDROIYA~

But what if that isn't the case...

The blood of a demon ran through me for years before we even knew it...

What if... it just awoke something terrible inside of me...

"All Might..." I sighed, "Did I ever tell you what happened the day we first learned of my blood?"

"No, you haven't."

"I learned what happened from my mom... and that's when I realized why Kacchan acts the way he does towards me..." I sighed, "I couldn't remember what had happened so she decided to tell me when she thought I could handle it..."

"What exactly happened?" He asked.

"Kacchan was the only one to know what happened and he was asked to be quiet about it..." I paused, "Apparently when the blood of a demon first starts to show, there are some actions you can't fight against..."

"Midoriya, please just tell me what you did..."

"I could have killed him, alright?!" I calmed down, "He was picking on me as he did then it just had to happen, I blacked out and attacked him. If I hadn't stopped then he would have died... The thing is, I don't know why or how I stopped..."

I sighed, "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said anything."

"No," He said, "I'm thankful you did."

"Well, okay..." I paused, "I think Kacchan fed up with keeping that a secret though... He honestly hates me and just wants to make my life terrible..."

"There are certain things you can't help," He told me, "Just try to not let it get to you."

"That's just in All Might... I can't," I sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that it doesn't matter if I try, just because of what he is... It's like I unconsciously react," I explained, "Just the thought of it makes my blood boil..."

"I understand."

After a while, I was able to leave the hospital, so I did. Before I had left the hospital though, they had wrapped bandages around my right eye. Can't blame them...

I went home and had dinner with my mom, I didn't know if she knew what happened or not. She didn't bring it up so I didn't bother if she didn't know I didn't want to worry her.

I walked up into my room after I ate and placed my hand over my right eye and ripped off the bandages.

I can't stand these bandages...

I threw them across the room, walked over to my bed, and sat down.

No one understands...

Not a single soul...

Describing the feeling with mere words isn't enough...

It's more than just a captivating pleasure.

It's controlling, powerful, and tearing me in two.

Half of me wants to fight till the end, even if I'm torn apart...

While half of me is willing to drown just to get a taste...

~SHIGARAKI~

"That damned brat!" I was mad, "He's going to be a problem..."

The brat had snapped my wings and nearly my arm, I could tell he was slipping into the pleasure.

"I noticed him before, he looked like a normal boy from a distance..." I stopped to think.

"The boy was a pure-blood," Kurogiri told me.

I laughed at that, "That boy must be a damned idiot to even attempt the hero path with that blood."

Yeah... He'll be dragged down before he knows it.

"What do you suppose we do about him?" He asked me.

"The boy is already hanging by a thread," I grinned, "All he needs is a little motivation."

I'll make sure to plunge the boy into an endless sea of pleasure. One where if he can manage to hold on then the boy's sanity will be torn apart, and if not, he'll surely drown.