What in the goddamn? Looks like it's taken me... four months? uUuUuoopsie. Four months till an update. Sorry guys. Well, I just didn't have any ideas for where to go, but now... I've got one. And it's this chapter right here, right now. Also, I just realized that the title of my story has the initials U.A. Huh. That's pretty neat.

Moving on, I've got some reviews to respond to, so, here.

DIO Over Heaven: Hey, it's good to see you stick with it. I hope you managed to hang on long enough to read this one too. Also, is your name a Jojo's reference?

kira: I guess that pretty much sums it up, huh?

Guest reviewer: Uh, should I respond to these? I will this time, but in future cases I think I'll read them, and move on. For now though, I'm glad you liked it. I definately understand what you're saying, and I agree, but I wasn't sure if I was going to continue the fic, (reasonably so it seems) and I wanted to get that moment out of my head and onto the... paper?

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Hey, so since I still don't know if I have to write this for each chapter, I'll do it anyway.

I don't own My Hero Academia or Tokyo Ghoul. I don't have the caps.

VERY VERY IMPORTANT!

I thought I should say that I wrote, for the first segment of this chapter, a very sexually charged segment. I will put markers to let you know where it begins and where it ends, but I still thought I should have a warning. Unfortunately, I mixed the sex with some story stuff, might be important, who knows, but I'm not doing any kind of summary for it. So, there's that.

It was flat silent in the U.A. dorms. Not just quiet, though, the kind of quiet you hear when everyone stops talking for an instant and everyone notices it. Except, there was no one there to hear it besides Midoriya. He walked through the halls slowly, as though the air were thick like honey. He couldn't remember how long he'd spent wandering the empty halls looking for his classmates, and he knew it couldn't have been long since there were only twenty students in the dorm, and he'd been checking doors. But it still felt like he'd never stopped. The thought 'twenty one' floated lazily around the edges of his mind, but flickered away as quickly as it had appeared.

It wasn't cold in the dorm, but it wasn't particularly warm either, though the golden patches of light streaming through the windows did comfortingly warm Midoriya as they draped across his form, and he rounded bend after bend of halls with locked doors. He didn't have to try the knobs to tell they were locked; it had been that way with every one before, and he knew that these would be no different. He pressed onwards slowly, and he was getting tired from the warm sun, and the thick, heavy air, and he thought 'maybe I'll just sit down for a moment.'

Midoriya pressed his back against the wall, and slowly slid down, yawning and closing his eyes. Drifting. Then he opened them. They snapped to a long, thin dark line where a door was just slightly ajar. 'That's strange,' he thought as he lumbered to his feet and lazily approached the door. 'I just passed that. It was closed then...'

As he drew closer, a noise, faint, began to drift from the sliver of darkness. At first Midoriya thought it was snoring, but it was too wet, and the sound slowly sunk deeper into the pit of his stomach. Eating. He tentatively stretched out an arm the thousand miles to the knob and began to pull, gently, teasingly. The door was heavy, though the wood was sandy and light. It felt as though Midoriya were pulling against a current, gentle, but insistent. It was half way open now, but Midoriya still couldn't see inside, and the sound had stopped.

The door slammed all the way open. It was Uraraka's room. Dry, clean, empty, and dark. Some light from the windows behind him passed over his head and under his arms and lit parts of the carpeted floor. He stepped in. The warm light was a comfort on his back, and the rug tickled his bare feet. Then he heard her voice.

"Midoriya?" it asked sleepily.

He spun to see Uraraka standing in the doorway, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the golden light haloing her soft brown hair, and playing along the folds of her nightshirt. "Ochako..." he muttered.

"What are you doing in my room?" she asked, and stepped in, shutting the door behind her with a thud. It was dark for a moment, then a soft click, and a small bedside light flicked on. Uraraka was sitting on the bed. Midoriya moved slowly, and sat next to her. He could feel her warmth, spilling off of her, smell her heat. Her voice broke him out of his reverie.

[Sexy Stuff Incoming]

"Pardon?" he said.

"Why are you here?" she asked again with a soft giggle, and a gentle smile.

"Oh," Midoriya said. "I was looking for you." When he said it he knew it was true, there was nothing truer. He felt right in that room, with that warmth, that smell, that feeling. Feeling? He looked down, and saw her hand on his. When he looked up, she was closer, her dark eyes swallowing him. He only had time for one more "Ochako..." before their lips met.

It was a dark, hot passion that overtook them. Tasting one another, smelling feeling, listening to each other's breathing against the deafening silence. Slowly, they leaned backwards, Uraraka's head resting gently on her pillow, her back arched, pressing her body up against his. Midoriya had one hand gripping hers, holding it up near her shoulder, his other worked feverishly at the buttons on her shirt. Then, her shirt was gone, and he threw his own off. He pressed himself back into the heat, the smell, the sound, the smell, the heat, and the crushing pressure.

He could taste the sweat on her exposed skin, and feel her hands tugging at his waistband. Leaning into another kiss, he got onto his knees and undid the knot holding up his pajama pants. Hers were already hanging off one ankle, over the side of the bed. The warm glow of the lamp wrapped around her form, and the heat in his body began to burn and roil. It felt almost like the power of One For All coursing through his body. He looked into her eyes, a dark pleading, and a short nod, and he pressed himself forwards.

The cry when he entered her was softer than he'd have thought, but he barely noticed, so focused was he on the heat, the smell, and the pressure. The smell was heavy now, invading him. He pressed forwards again, and pulled back. Uraraka clutched him, her legs circling his back. Her skin was hot and sticky.

"Deku..." she moaned softly into his shoulder, and he pressed himself into her again. Her pressed his face into her shoulder. The smell, goddamn it, the smell. The smell made him feel... empty... so empty. It hurt, that in this moment, at the closest moment, he still felt empty. Distant. No. He needed her, needed to feel her, be full of her. The smell, the taste. She moaned loudly. He pulled back, and a string came with him. Hot wetness spilled across him, and the smell became stronger, overwhelming, and he saw that a chunk of flesh from her arm had come away. He swallowed. The emptiness had diminished. Uraraka moaned again. "Deku..."

He pressed in again, and bit into her shoulder, tearing away skin and muscle. Blood poured into his mouth, her smell, her taste, the emptiness. He bit again, this time her breast, tearing it away, and she moaned. Again he bit, the heat built up, stronger, like a river against a dam. Her smell, her heat... it was inside him now. She was inside him, and he was inside her. Again he bit. And again. Again. Again. Her bed had become a hot , boiling, mess of red and pink, and brown. She screamed, loudly, shrilly into the damp heavy silence and went limp, and he let out a roar, primal, animal. He pressed in, and the dam broke.

[Safe-Zone]

...

Midoriya Shot up in his bed. He was covered in sweat, and breathing hard. Quickly he scrambled to his feet and rushed across his room to violently wretch into his trashcan.

...

For Uraraka, it was another morning like any. Particularly good, even. The heavy rains of last night had given the air a cool chill, but the rain clouds had all dissipated, and the warm rays of the sun were a comfort. After a short trip to the bathroom, and the showers, she returned to her room, threw on her school uniform, and skipped down the stairs to the common room. Several other students had already woken up, and after saying brief good-mornings, she fixed herself breakfast, and sat at one of the couches.

She was probably halfway done when Deku plopped onto the couch beside her. She was about to give a cheery good morning, but his glassy eyes, and the dark circles under them dissuaded her. His hair was messier than usual, and he had an all around disheveled look. His tie, which was usually loose, was now tight, and strangled. He had gotten some of the buttons wrong on his shirt, and forgotten to tuck it in. A few other students gave him odd looks before continuing with the morning bustle.

"Morning..." he slurred out.

"Hey, what's wrong, Deku? You look awful." Uraraka asked, leaning towards him and clasping her hands.

"Hm? Oh... 'snothing... 'm tellin' ya. Just... just a bad..." Then he met her eyes and tensed up. "Oh! G- Good morning, Uraraka!" He sat straighter, licked his lips, and jerked his tie around. He looked everywhere but at her eyes.

"Midoriya, what's wrong? Did you not sleep well?"

"Well... no, no not exactly."

"You look terrible. Your tie's all knotted up, and you buttoned your shirt wrong. She said, and shuffled over, reaching for his tie. Rapidly, he scooted away, grabbing his tie and saying "don'tworryI'vegotitI'vegotitThanksforlettingmeknowNoIsleptjustfinehowdidyousleep?"

Uraraka settled back down, and gave Midoriya a strange sidelong look. She said "I slept just fine, thanks. I think you should go have Recovery Girl take a look at you, you really look awful..."

Midoriya relaxed a bit, his tension releasing like a puff of steam. "Thanks, Uraraka, but I'm fine. You were right; I did sleep badly. Some nightmare."

"Nightmare, huh?" she said. "Well, it's no surprise considering what we've gone through recently. What happened? What was it about?"

Midoriya's face went bright red. "Oh, nothing, nothing at all!" he squeaked.

"Come on, you can tell me, Deku," Uraraka pressed with a smile and a laugh.

"Honestly, I can't remember a thing. Really!"

"Okay, if you say s- Oh good morning Mori!"

"Good morning, Uraraka. Midoriya." said Mori, quietly, as he sat across from the two. He had a plate with an already have eaten sandwich on it. Midoriya looked From the plate to Mori and back again so many times and so quickly that Uraraka would have thought he was using his quirk if he hadn't previously looked too tired to even stand.

Uraraka jammed an elbow into his side. "O-Oh! Good morning Mori!" He squeaked.

Mori nodded, and then said "Uraraka, do you mind if I steal Midoriya for a moment? I need to speak to him in private."

"Oh, of course, Mori, just please make sure he goes to see Recovery Girl after, alright?"

"It's a plan," said Mori dryly, practically picking Midoriya up by the elbow, and dragging him away, through the front door.

"Huh," grunted Uraraka. "He left his breakfast."

...

"What's up with you?" Mori asked as he took a hard left away from the windows opening into the common room. "You look awful."

"I just slept poorly," Midoriya said. "I thought you couldn't eat normal..."

"I can eat it, it's just that if I don't get it out of my system before I digest it, it can be really bad. Enough, and I might actually die. Dunno. I wasn't able to keep it up."

Midoriya shook himself free of Mori's grasp. They had gone around back, under the umbrella of a wide old tree. No one was around. "Look, Mori, I gave it some thought, and-"

"Hold on." Mori cut in. "I have something to say first. I just wanted to tell you that U.A. has no idea what I do, got it? I don't care if you tell anyone, but not one teacher is aware of my diet, or my past. As far as they know I'm just another student. You got that?"

At first Midoriya was confused, but it soon dawned on him that Mori must have been trying to protect the U.A. faculty"...Yeah. Yeah, I think I got it," Midoriya answered slowly. "But-"
"That goes for you too, Hagakure."

There was an "eep!" from around the corner, and then closer Midoriya heard "yeah, yeah I understand..."

"Good. Now, what was it you were going to say Midoriya?" said Mori, without even turning his head.

"O-Oh. Well, I just... How did you know Hagakure was listening?"

"I could smell her."

"Smell me?" Hagakure said with a mixture of shock and disgust.

"Yeah," said Midoriya. "How come you didn't smell her, or me, last night?"

"It was raining a lot. I don't know why, but the rain really dulls my senses. I can only smell about normal in a downpour that bad. I also saw the door open again after we left."

"O-Oh..." mumbled Hagakure.

"Look, if that's it, I've gotten what I needed to say off my chest, so do you mind if I go get ready for class?"

"Yeah, hold on a second!" said Midoriya, grabbing Mori's arm. It was like grabbing a bar of steel.

"What is it?" Mori asked flatly.
"I just wanted to say that... Your secret's safe. I won't tell anyone." Mori softened. His posture slouched a bit.

"Thank you Mi-" he started.

But he was cut off with an exclamation of "What!" from Hagakure. "Are you kidding Midoriya? He eats people! You saw the arm, didn't you?!" She screamed.

"I know, Hagakure, but, please, keep your voice down." Midoriya pleaded.

"Why? So that nobody knows he's an actual cannibal? He's a monster, Midoriya! He's admitted so himself!"

"You're not wrong," came Mori's reply. "You can do as you wish," he said, and then stalked off back around the building and out of sight. Midoriya felt alone for a moment; it was hard to remember that there was someone nearby when you could see right through them. But then her heard her footsteps.

"Hagakure, wait!"

"What is it Midoriya?"

"You can't tell anyone..."

"Why?"

"...You heard him last night, didn't you. You were listening." Midoriya said quietly. "He tries his hardest not to hurt anybody, but he still feels guilty. I just... I can't help but think... How would I feel if I was in his place? For the longest time, before I discovered my quirk, I would have done anything to have one. I used to think that quirks were blessings... But now I see that having a quirk can be worse than not having any. I can't help but thinking that If I were him that, I might not be trying to become a hero... That I might instead just be trying to hide from it..."

Silence ruled for a long time, to the point where Midoriya thought that maybe Hagakure had actually left while he was talking, but then she said, "fine. I'll keep his secret, but the moment - the moment he tries to hurt anyone... Mori's secret is out."

Alright, alright, alright. So, Chapter Three done. A little shorter than usual, but hell, I just had to spit this out. I'll be honest with you guys. I don't think there can be a fourth chapter. I'm running out of Ideas, as in, that was my last one. So, please, If anyone has any good ideas, situations they'd like to see... Anything! Please... Pretty please... Just tell me? I'd dedicate the chapter to you, add in a wacky reference, anything!

Well, that about does it. See you next time space cowboy.