Midoriya was a nervous wreck when both he and Bakugo were called to the principal's office. At first, he thought they were in trouble, or someone said something that may have gotten Bakugo in trouble, naming Midoriya as a victim to speak out in front of him.

In all honesty, he would have preferred that.

Instead, the principal congratulated them both for making it into U.A., and that appeared to set the kid off. The last thing he wanted was for Bakugo to find out he made it into the high school of their dreams, or at least not until Izuku gained enough control over his quirk and met him in the yearly sports festival. He saw a vein in Bakugo's head appear at the announcement, and how hard it was for Bakugo to not kill him right then and there.

The moment the school day ended Izuku was angrily dragged off by Bakugo the moment they stepped out of the door. No students were around to witness him do so, and no teachers were around to stop him. Izuku tried to escape, but it was futile in the end.

Izuku was thrown up against a wall in a secluded spot on the outside of the school and cornered by Katsuki. He palmed the wall, just beside his head and activated his quirk from his hand, letting off a small explosion that left a minor scorch mark on the wall.

"How the hell did you get in!?" he shouted in his face. "I was supposed to be the only one from this shitty school to get into U.A. and you went and ruined that!"

It was rescue points. There was a secret mechanic in the entrance exam that was announced to him, but maybe Bakugo didn't get that same message. Maybe it was something exclusive to those who rescued people.

He tried to tell him but his words became stuck in his throat. He was trembling in fear, unsure of what to say.

"Your best bet is to drop out, Deku, or you can bet I'll kick your ass the first time I see you! I don't care if teachers are watching!"

Izuku finally found the ability to speak, but his voice still trembled. "I'm not-"

"Are you two okay?" asked an accusatory-sounding voice.

Izuku watched Bakugo's eyes widen as he turned around to face the voice. It seems that in his anger, Bakugo forgot to take Izuku to a more secluded spot, away from the school fence. He was lucky it wasn't a teacher, or they may have recommended that U.A. remove him from their roster. He may have been the school's prodigy, but even they wouldn't condone what he was doing right now.

So Bakugo stood there, eyes wide in a sudden anxiety that his future may already be over. She was average height for a woman, so she was still shorter than both Midoriya and Bakugo, if only by a few inches. Her hair was a dark purple and so were her eyes. She wore a vanilla-colored dress that reached down to her knees and brown leggings that climbed up her thighs.

Despite how much shorter she was compared to the two of them and her disarming appearance, even Izuku was a bit put off by her presence. It was just so sudden as if she came out of nowhere.

"N-nothing," Bakugo said, letting off of Midoriya. Silently, he said to him, "If I see you around U.A., you're dead!"

"I'm going to U.A.," Izuku told him, finally finding the words to speak for himself. Bakugo appeared taken aback and even looked at Izuku in shock. "I'm not afraid of you anymore! I won't let you intimidate me!"

Bakugo looked surprised but relented in the presence of an adult. He turned back and scoffed as he left Izuku behind in the presence of the stranger.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"I-I'm fine," Izuku told her, approaching the fence. "Th-thank you for being there. I'm not sure what would have happened to me if someone wasn't here."

"No need to thank me," she chuckled. "You seem stressed. I was just heading into work. Are you familiar with the coffee house near U.A.?"

"I-I've been there once," he said.

"I work there. If you stop by I'll give you free coffee. Well, it won't be free per se because I'll be paying for it." She looked at him sweetly, clearly feeling pity for him having to be backed into a corner like that.

Izuku began to blush and started stammering over his words. Not even he could figure out what he was saying, backing away as he thought about taking her up on the offer. He felt better knowing that someone other than his mother or that one girl from the entrance exam was being kind to him.

He told her that he would definitely consider it, mixed in with a jumble of other words, and began to walk away. She smiled at him happily which made his heart flutter, and almost trip over his feet along with his words.

She waved at him as she left, and so did he. It felt like there was a frog in his throat as he walked away, unable to find the words to comment on what happened. He was happy he was being treated kindly by a stranger who stood against Bakugo, after years of abuse from those strangers who stood alongside him.

...

"Bullshit," Bakugo cursed after eavesdropping in.

He knew there was something off about that woman, obviously having the idea to randomly walk on by near a school. Maybe she was some sort of sexual predator looking for young boys to take advantage of. Even if it wasn't that, it was something, like maybe putting something in his drink to steal his money or even a kidney.

If Midoriya was dumb enough to take her up on the offer then that was his fault. Bakugo shouldn't need to warn someone about that. It was common sense.

Deku had to be especially dumb as well. Despite Bakugo never having been there before, he what coffee shop she was talking about. It was in the exact opposite direction she was walking, after seeing her walk past out of the corner of his after finishing up her conversation with Deku. If he had been there before he should know that she was trying to bait him.

If Deku goes, it wasn't his problem. If the idiot disappears the next day then that's his fault.

Aizawa had been sifting through emails for the past few hours. His colleagues had been doing the same, looking through school-relevant documents and also miscellaneous requests from police departments and Hero Agencies. Most of it was school-related though.

Lesson plans, days off, school events, and dozens of other things popped up across his feed. As Heroes in training, they should get very few holidays off. Those were when villains were the most courageous because so many people feel at ease during holidays, and easily let their guards down. They were only civilians, so he couldn't blame them. But days off... even Aizawa had to admit that he took a few of those. Perhaps only once every two weeks, but he did take them, despite taking a day off as a Hero only meaning that he was in low activity areas for crime.

"Did any of you guys get an email about a potential cannibal running around the general Tokyo area?" asked Inui Ryō, also known as Hound Dog. "Mutilated bodies have been popping around Musutafu and Kashikyu. A tour group even went missing in the Mount Fuji area and they only found less than half the bodies so far."

"Nope, haven't gotten anything like that, but I'll keep an eye out," Aizawa answered. "Are they requesting your help?"

"Yeah," Ryō answered. "The Wild Wild Pussycats are in charge of the search." Present Mic laughed, knowing there was a joke in that somewhere.

"Is it Moonfish?" asked Snipe, a gun-toting Hero wearing a gas mask and cowboy clothes.

"He's been on Deathrow for a while and I haven't seen anything about him escaping," Aizawa answered.

Hound Dog nodded, affirming Aizawa's assumptions. "Stated right here too. Moonfish is still awaiting lethal injection. He hasn't been moved at all."

"So we have a new cannibal out and about?" Mic asked. "Haven't seen anything on the news recently."

"They tend not to release information like this until All Might himself is involved or if they have a lead and are closing in," Hound Dog answered. "Being a more frontline Hero you wouldn't know about that part."

"You're also a frontline Hero," Snipe countered on Present Mic's behalf.

"I work both ends," Inui informed him. "My quirk makes me strong enough to go toe-to-toe with some Villains but also work in some missing persons or unresolved cases. Better scent and hearing helps with tracking."

"Do you plan on taking up on their offer?" Midnight asked.

"Not sure yet," Inui replied. "Depends on how much progress they make when I'm done with my responsibilities for before the school year starts."

"If the bodies are appearing here in Musutafu too, it won't be long until we're forced to get involved or tighten our security," Aizawa added. "And I'd prefer that to be the last thing that happens."

The street was blocked off and had a handful of officers locking down the location. They posted themselves in positions meant to prevent people from getting past, but he could tell no one was present at the scene to investigate yet. Not enough voices from behind the barricades were heard and not enough cars were around.

At the barricaded entry he found, there was one police officer present. It was a poor mistake on their part, one that Giran immediately took advantage of.

Being a relatively unknown part of the downtown area of Musutafu, there weren't too many gawkers trying to stare. Aside from the cops and themselves there wasn't anyone around. It should be an easy cleanup job.

"Let's go, Dabi," Giran ordered.

The pair approached the lone officer, leaving the man backing away from the too. Giran could tell from the way he handled himself alone that he was new. He stood too carefree and took too long to address the individuals approaching.

"You two, don't come-" By the time he was about to finish, Giran immediately grabbed the officer's head, forcing a blank look on his face. They had five minutes to get in and out before the effect wore off.

They left the officer behind, Dabi gawking and smiling in amusement at the display of Giran's quirk. The info broker sullied in having to go out himself. He was so used to sending other people to dig up info and dispose of evidence for him, that he grew to hate the days when he was doing it himself.

Quietly they walked down the road and took the first corner into the alleyway. There they found two detectives lying dead next to a mutilated corpse, both with crossbow bolts in their necks. That guy was a good investment.

Looking at it in person was more disturbing than the pictures. This guy was smart at luring these people into some of the most remote places in the city. He noticed it was mostly a pattern of male victims, with very few female victims being seen.

Giran was smart enough to understand that the cannibal had a preference. The male victims were always brought to some of the most remote places in the city, while the female victims were mostly prostitutes or homeless commonly seen in the Red-light districts. The women were also hidden, but not as well as the men.

"Some sort of Man-Eater," Giran said to himself. "Maybe a Femme Fatale or a homosexual?"

He began to look for anything to get a lead, fallen hair from their target, cloth from a scuffle, but he couldn't find anything. The only evidence he could find was the massive cannonball-sized hole in his head. The wound was clean, through and through, with no snags or jagged spots around the edges. The only thing that could do that to someone was their quirk.

For now, that was all they had, also that their perp was a messy eater. There was blood and viscera all over the place, it was like walking into a Cartel or Yakuza slaughterhouse.

"We're done here," Giran said, trying not to gag. "Dabi, why don't you clean up? I don't want our new friend here getting caught so soon. If you can try not to destroy anything that isn't alive, but if you can't... no witnesses."

Dabi smiled and Giran walked off. Without hesitation, he unleashed a torrent of blue flames that created the remains of the deceased within seconds. Of course, it caught the attention of the nearby officers who immediately ran towards the source. Before they could reach their communications to call for backup, Dabi incinerated them too. The only one left was the guy who was still muddled from Giran's quirk.

There weren't any security cameras they would have to worry about, so Dabi left as well. He walked in the opposite direction of Giran, soon getting a buzz out of his phone and a notification from Giran's phone number.

"Good work," it said.

In the meantime, Giran still had to look for someone with a quirk that could punch a massive hole through someone's body. It couldn't be anyone big, or it would be too obvious. That's probably who the cops were looking for right now. He needed to look for someone with a deceitful frame. Perhaps a disarming face and personality as well, that much likely being how she lured so many unsuspecting men. He could start looking at prostitutes who fit that description because it would be the only reason they would be out here.

He would rather do that than start at the gay bars looking for petite men with submissive and disarming features. Giran preferred not to get hit on by men and frankly didn't like the smell of musk and semen. He needed to find someone to do that for him.

The first step was headed back to the bar. He needed another drink.

Night had fallen over Musutafu. Everyone was sleeping except those Heroes who operated in the moonlight. The guardians of the resting, the night watch of Japan. However, they were not called the "night watch", but rather labeled as Nocturnal Heroes by the people and police.

Aizawa was one of these heroes. Many of his coworkers knew this, yet his students always wondered why he was so tired every day. This is why. He would always stay on duty until three o'clock in the morning, then head home and fall asleep thirty minutes later after a shower.

He would always patrol the same rooftop routes, making sure that everything was in order. Of course, some deviations were made here and there just to cover anything others may have missed. It didn't happen often, but when it did Aizawa's mood would sour. Yet instead of a deviation this time, it was an investigation.

Over across the way, was a smashed-out window with shards of glass scattered on the sidewalk twenty floors below it. He swore he saw someone with tendrils crawling inside it, but couldn't get a good look at the figure. He hoped to whatever god or spirits were out there that it was a transformation quirk. It clearly wasn't an emitter quirk due to its appearance, and mutation quirks he couldn't shut down.

He jumped in through the hole in the window and immediately scanned the area. There was a lot of blood, but no bodies to be found. From the corner of his eye, he saw movement in the shadows but was still unprepared for the dark red tendril that he narrowly avoided.

Aizawa looked at the figure and activated his quirk, immediately panicking when the tendrils didn't relent. "Shit," he cursed. Another tendril grabbed him by the ankle, slamming him against the wall and then tossing him out of a window. Luckily he managed to wrap his scarf around the bars of a neon sign hanging from the building. If not for the sign's bright lights illuminating his body, it's unlikely he would have been found right away.

"Eraser Head! Are you okay!?" shouted a Hero from the ground.

"Just get me down and get someone else in the building! Twentieth floor, possible murder with a Villain on site!"

"I'll call in backup," said the other Hero. "I'll be up to help you as soon as possible!"

...

"Oh, damn," Rize said to herself in realization. She didn't mean to toss the man out of the window. After so many long days with her meals being very few, finally getting to indulge like the pig she was made the dopamine rush so great she wasn't thinking clearly.

She heard him shout and then another voice too. The second said something about backup, but she wasn't sure because of the distance. Just to be safe, she took her still-living victim wrapped in her Kagune hostage for the time being.

She lowered the Rinkaku tendril down to his torso instead of his throat where it originally was. Moving the security guard down to her face, her hungry eyes met his terrified face.

"Good news, you get to live as long as you help me with something," Rize alerted the man.

As if he just won the lottery the man began to speak, yet very still tense. Perhaps after seeing his comrades be treated like snacks and their bullets bounce off her skin he felt as if this encounter was finally turning in his favor. "Down the hallway to the left, there's an elevator! Take it to the next floor up!"

Not yet releasing the man she followed his instructions, using her Rinkaku to push herself through the halls. She made her way to the elevator and pried the doors open with her bare hands, even if it may have strained and torn some of her muscles. She looked down and saw the elevator only two floors beneath her. Rize used her Kagune to mangle the elevator wire, making it a trap for anyone who uses it.

Still carrying the security officer, her free Kagune appendages were used to climb upwards, embedding themselves in the walls to act like anchors as she rose. When she got to the next floor up she also ripped that door open too, only using her Kagune this time. She stepped onto the floor and demanded her next instruction.

"Where too now?" she asked in a low growl, still smiling and her blood-red eyes peering into his. She squeezed tightly, cracking a rib or two to remind him not to mislead her.

He winced and let out a silent cry. "Down the next hall! First door to your right! That should be the camera room for floors ten through twenty-five!"

She huffed in annoyance. Of course, they would have dedicated rooms for entire sections of floors, but it shouldn't matter. If she counted correctly she shouldn't have left anywhere lower than the nineteenth floor, and this floor being the highest she's been so far.

She began to squeeze the man, only to realize that she still needed him for something. "Off we go," she said, dragging him off with her.

In only a few seconds they arrived at the security room. There were monitors everywhere, showing all possible angles and no blind spots at all. She dropped the man in the chair and released her Kagune's grip.

"Delete everything," she ordered.

"O-okay," the man said, preparing to do as he was told. "And I can go after this?"

Rize smiled sweetly, hiding her prior actions quite well as blood covered her naked body. If looking at her face alone anyone passing by would think she's completely innocent. "Of course!" she said, her tone slightly off and betraying her smile.

The security looked past it and proceeded with her request anyway. He immediately shut off all the cameras. Opening a file on the monitor directly in front of him he began to delete every single one manually to reassure Rize, and hope his survival was guaranteed.

He turned to Rize, smiling in relief. "I'm done!" he announced.

Without a second thought, Rize wrapped her Kagune around his head and squeezed till it popped. The now headless man fell to the floor as bits of his skull and brain were splattered across the walls of the room. The very next thing she did was smash the monitor and console, making sure no one could use it again.

Quicky Rize made her escape, looking for a place where no light shone before creating a new hole in a window. Doing her best not to be seen she crawled down the side of the building like a feral animal and made a dash for the sewers, slinking away into the darkness as she was always used to doing. It was a refreshing feeling, one that she hoped to indulge in more.

...

As backup finally arrived and an Ambulance for Aizawa, the teacher was treated and set on a gurney immediately. The helicopters were just arriving so not all sides were covered yet. Meanwhile, a team of heroes finally arrived, hoping to flush the Villain out and arrest them.

Aizawa wasn't able to help much in who to look for, but let them know about the blood on the floor near the broken window. It was too dark for him to get a visual of the suspect. He couldn't gauge the height or build of the Villain, let alone if it was male or female. Dark red tendrils were all the information he could give them.

Finally being wheeled into the back of the ambulance, the last thing Aizawa saw before the doors shut was a raid team of heroes entering the building. A gut feeling began to gnaw at him. His instincts told him that this was only the beginning of it all, or at least the start of the beginning. If All Might were here then this would've ended before Aizawa even knew about it, but even Aizawa had to admit that heroes needed rest. Just so long as those rests weren't with commercials and brand deals.

End note:

Another chapter done. I do want to start making these longer, but I don't know if I'll need to. In the meantime, let me know what you think. Leave a review and give your opinion on my fic.