Hey hey! So this story was a lot more successful than I had anticipated! I guess it is a bit more niche than other categories. Anywho, thanks to everyone who reviewed, that was really awesome, and thanks also to everyone who followed! I'm sorry it took so long to me to upload, but I'm lazy and not creative, so it'll probably like that in the future too, if I even manage to update at all. I mean, my creative process goes like this. I think of something, then I do it. No great plans, just situations that I think are neat. If you're here thinking I'll be writing some great saga, sorry, that's probably not going to happen.

Oh, here! I guess I'd like to respond to anyone who took the time to review, because I really appreciate it!

DIO Over Heaven: Cool, glad you liked it! Two comments though? Now that's enthusiasm!

WeWuzKangs'N'Shit: Well, here it is! I hope you enjoy.

IamOminous: Well, there may be some truth to that, but you forget. Most people don't understand that ghouls can't eat anything else, so they just tend to think they're sick or insane or something. Besides, I'm gonna say that in this, there are like, I dunno, 1 in every 500 million people are ghouls. Really rare, so it's kinda niche. I get where you're coming from though, and I like where your head's at. Also, about people dying…

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You gotta read more!

Anyway, I don't know if I have to say this at the begining of each chapter, but id someone knows please tell me, but I'll go ahead and do it this time anyway, so…

I don't own My Hero Academia or Tokyo Ghoul. I'm not rich enough.

Midoriya and Mori were silent for a long time. One in shame, the other in shock. The only sound was the distant crackle of thunder and the heavily oppressive sound of rain drumming on the roof and window. The room was plastered in art, all haphazardly stuck to the walls, like some kind of nest or the inside of a cocoon.

"...Midoriya…"

The sound of his name broke Midoriya out of his shock, and, although he wasn't one to run from danger, he didn't know how to handle the revelation that his friend and classmate was a cannibal.

So he ran.

As he quickly dashed down the hall towards the stairwell, one last defeated "...Midoriya, wait…" trailed after him, almost drowned out by the thundering rain and the pounding of his heart in his ears. He didn't wait. Instead he ran as fast as he could, not even using the stairs, just leaping down them. He soon reached the ground floor, and sprinted across the common room, and exited the dorms.

He didn't really know where he was going, and it was pouring out. He just knew he needed to find a teacher, someone who could deal with a situation like this. He almost slipped and fell as he cascaded through the night, the wet tiles slick with rain. So it was a relief when Midoriya head the familiar voice of his homeroom teacher call out as he approached the main building.

"Midoriya! It's long past curfew. What are you doing out, at night, in the pouring rain?"

"Mr. Aizawa! I'm so glad to see you!" called Midoriya in relief. "It's- It's Mori. I think he's killed someone," he said desperately, trying to catch his breath as his teacher watched him from the dry haven of the doorway into U.A.

"Is that so? Tell me about it."

His teacher's calmness at the matter was unnerving, but he was a pro. HE was probably ready to deal with any situation, no matter how bizarre. "Yeah! I found Hagakure crying in the hall and she said that she'd seen Mori carrying something strange, and that he'd frightened her. So I went to his room, to see him and see if he was alright. When I knocked he told me to go away, so I forced the door, and… and there he was… eating... eating it," Midoriya began to feel sick at the memory but managed to choke out the last words. "-Eating a human arm."

Mr. Aizawa's response was… unexpected.

"Huh. So you found out. Of course, I'm going to have to reprimand you for breaking school property and not respecting a class mate's privacy."

"...What? Did you not hear me, professor? I said Mori's eating people!"

"It's alright Midoriya, I heard you the first time, and I am already well aware of Mr. Mori's… eating habits, along with the rest of the U.A. faculty."

That took a while to sink in.

"...What? How- How could you allow someone like that become a student at our school?" Midoriya asked, starting to become angry at his teacher.

"Believe me Midoriya, I'm just as unhappy about it as you are, but principal Nezu believes that he should be allowed to study here. He says that no one as dedicated to becoming a hero as Mori is should be denied entrance to U.A. Most of the staff was unhappy about the decision, but every one of us, even All Might, eventually agreed to keep his secret and teach him as though he were just another student."

"What? Why? He kills people professor!"

"Does he? And you saw him do this? That would clearly be breaking his contract with the school."

"What? No, professor, but-"

"You should go speak to him, Midoriya. Ask him why he wants to be a hero, despite what he does. It might open your eyes," he turned to leave. "Well, it sounds like I'm done here now that Mori's back. Can finally get some shuteye," he said. And with that he faded into the night.

Midoriya stood there in shock, the rain running down his face and back. Mr Aizawa's words echoed in his head, replaying over and over like a broken record. 'Ask him why, ask him why, ask him why, ask him why, ask him why, ask him why… He wants to become a hero?'

It was with shaky steps that Midoriya began to shuffle his way back to the dorms, slowly navigating his way through the murky depths of the night, the hard rain drumming on his skin. It was a shallow relief when Midoriya found himself standing in the threshold of the U.A. dorms, and he felt cold and hollow as he made his way back to the empty stairwell and began his ascent yet again, each step a wet slap on the concrete steps. His mind was still clouded with Mr. Aizawa's words. 'U.A. knew?' he thought. 'All Might knew? Why were they okay with this? What reason did Mori have to become a hero? And why… why did he -' Midoriya gaged at the thought and almost tripped as he made to take another step, but found there were no more. He had reached the summit.

The gravity of what he was planning on doing was beginning to dawn on him, but before he could turn back, before he could think twice about meddling in the affairs of others, be started his slow march down the hall, his resolve building as he approached the broken frame of the doorway. The door hung slightly open, but not enough to see inside. Only a sliver of space separated it from the busted frame. Midoriya hesitated one last time as he placed his hand on the knob, readying himself as he pushed it slowly open.

It was like nothing had changed. Mori still knelt in the middle of the room, crimson eyes downcast, blood streaking his face and hands. His shoulders were slumped, and he seemed to have released what before he had so tightly clutched in his hands. He didn't seem to notice as Midoriya gingerly stepped into the door frame. That was until he gently breathed "Midoriya…"

Midoriya stiffened slightly at the sound of his name. "Mori," he said firmly. "I spoke to Mr. Aizawa about you. He said that the U.A. staff know about you. About what you do."

"Yes…"

His answer was short, defeated. "Why? Why did they allow you to study here? Why do you want to become a hero? Why do you- Why do you eat people?"

Mori looked up at this. His eyes were back to normal. A greenish brown so unremarkable that Midoriya almost forgot who he was looking at. "You're soaked Midoriya."

He shook himself. "Never mind that! I just want answers!" He was almost shouting.

Tense silence hung for a moment in the still air.

"...Allright. Come on in. Have a seat. I'll get you a towel, something warm to drink, and I'll tell you everything."

To say Midoriya was on edge was an understatement, he was already on the verge of filling himself with the power of One For All, but he stepped in to the room and closed the door as best he could. Mori pointed to a chair he could use and ,as Midoriya stiffly sat, he started rifling through a cupboard.

"Here," he said throwing Midoriya a soft blue towel. "I'll make some coffee. Try to dry yourself off."

As Midoriya sat, restlessly fidgeting, he examined the room. The walls were absolutely covered in drawings, small paintings, rough sketches, and the subject matter was all over the place. Intricately designed flowers were nestled up next to sharply rendered gothic cathedrals. Heroes and villains clashed, and great landscapes sprawled across the walls.

That was when Midoriya saw the portraits. Mori had drawn one portrait of every student in class 1-A, even Mineta. There was a sketchy impressionist Tokoyami, or was it dark shadow? And there was Iida composed geometrically out of right angles, and crisp clean lines. One half of Todoroki's portrait was drawn with charcoal, and the other looked to have been watercolored. Hagakure seemed to be the only one who didn't… Oh, wait.

Midoriya jumped a little when a steaming mug was thrust before him. "Do you want sugar? Milk?" Midoriya took the mug but didn't answer. "...Alright," Mori said sitting on his bed. Sometime between throwing Midoriya his towel and handing him his coffee Mori had washed his face and hands. Midoriya looked to the ground and saw that the arm was gone. He carefully scanned the room and noticed a small fridge, a bloody fingerprint on the door, and a sturdy padlock. "What do you want to know?"

Midoriya's mind blanked for a moment, and then, "Everything."

It took a moment for Mori to compose himself, but then he said, "Alright then. I'll tell you a story. It might be long, but if you want the truth you'll just have to bear with me."

Midoriya nodded slowly. Mori sighed.

"My family lived a secluded life. My parents had no real friends, only acquaintances, and I was never allowed to have any of my friends from school come over to our house. Every day it was 'go to school,' 'eat only what we pack for you,' and 'stay safe.' For the longest time that was how things were, and it was good. But one day, in the third grade, I came home and my parents weren't there. It was normal for them to be out at night once a week, and every time they'd come home with dinner and enough food to last us another week, so I wasn't worried."

"This time though, they never came back. I don't know what happened to them. I suspect that they were out finding a body, maybe even killing someone, and they were caught by some hero. They either died in the fight, or they were taken to prison where they would have eventually starved to death in solitary confinement."

Midoriya flinched at this part. His parents ate people too?

"But, you see, I didn't know as a kid what my parents did each week. I always thought that they went to the butcher's, or something like it. So when they didn't return I thought that they had simply abandoned me. I didn't know what to do. So I just tried to live my life as normal. Sometimes people from my parent's work would come by looking for them, but I just told them that they had gone on vacation to america and left me with my aunt who was out at the moment."

"I continued going to school too, trying to act like my life was just normal. But eventually the food from home began to run out. I tried eating normal food, but it just made me feel sick and throw up. It didn't stop me from trying though, and the more I ate the sicker I got. I didn't understand how everyone could stand it, and I made a lot of friends angry when I said that their mother's cooking tasted like the scum you find at the bottom of a dumpster. Eventually I realized that eating normal food would just kill me."

"And as time passed and I didn't have anything to eat for weeks, I began to smell something. I didn't know where it was coming from, and it was faint at first, but each day when I got to school I would smell it again, and stronger. It smelled like my mother's cooking. It didn't take me long to realize however that it was my friends who smelled so delicious. Every time someone got a cut, I would lose my mind. If I ever sat next to someone it was all I could do to stay still. It was only a matter of time before I lost my control and hurt someone. And then it happened"

"School had just let out and I had let my guard down. I had begun taking a route home that kept me away from too many people, you know, so that I wouldn't be near that delicious, sickening smell and could relax a bit. And then I saw her. She was a fellow student from my class, Itsumi Yokoyama. She and I had never really talked, but I thought she was pretty, and everyone seemed to think she was this perfect little angel. But here she was, lurking in this back alley away from prying eyes, and she had a cigarette clenched between her teeth, and a lighter in her hand. I don't know how or where she got them, but she was struggling to strike the flint and start the gas at the same time, and somehow she managed to pinch her finger in the mechanism, and a single drop of blood escaped."

"I can't tell you how much I wish I don't remember what I did, but I remember every second of it. I remember the look of shagrin on her face as I stepped out of my hiding place behind a dumpster, how she quickly hid the cigarette and lighter behind her back. I remember the sound of her innocent sweet voice desperately trying to explain away what she had been doing, that I shouldn't tell anyone. And I remember the look, of terror on her face as my spider legs climbed from my back, and then the shock as I tore her apart. She didn't even have time to scream."

"Her blood was warm, her flesh was soft and sickly sweet, like overripe fruit, and when I stopped packing myself full I finally realized what I had done, and what my parents had hidden from me. I was a monster."

Midoriya was sitting very still as he listened to Mori tell his story, and he was shocked when he saw a small trickle of blood begin to streak down his face. 'He's crying,' he thought.

Mori took a shaky breath. "They never found the body. There was nothing left to find. Afterwards, when I got home, I desperately washed myself, trying to get the taste of blood out of my mouth, but I can never wash the blood from my hands. I decided then that I had to find a way to attone. To… to give my life for the world. After all, I had taken exactly that and more from someone else. I started looking for other ways to feed myself, desperately searching. Eventually I found a bridge. I guess people like to go there when they have nothing left to live for. I… I take what I can from them. And now I owe it to them as well. I need to serve this world from which I have taken so much. Otherwise… I don't know what. I just know what I need to do, and if I can't do that… I don't know what."

Midoriya stood slowly. What Mori had said was a lot to digest. Before he knew what he was doing, he walked over to Mori's side, and gave wrapped the towel over his shoulders. Mori looked up at Midoriya, the red eyes back, and he wiped his tears on the towel.

"Thank you. For listening," he said.

Midoriya didn't respond. He was tired, and confused, and really needed to return to his room. He slowly moved from Mori's side, moving on shuffling feet towards the door.

"Midoriya." He looked at Mori. He looked back with tired eyes. "Please don't tell anyone. I'm not sure I could face them if they knew."

"... We'll see," Midoriya said, and left the room.

Hah! For those of you who say that the characters aren't acting like they should be, eh. Yeah. Probably. I guess I'm manipulating them to do and say things they wouldn't for the sake of the story. Sorry about that. If you have any suggestions though I'm happy to hear them!

With that said, I guess it's bye for now. Au revoir!