My name is Izuku Midoriya, i am 14 years old. I live with my mother in an apartment in one of the residential districts of Musutafu, Japan. I am a student but despite my busy schedule, I'm always able to find the time for my girlfriend. Every day, I get home by 5 PM at the latest, giving me ample time to get all of my studies done for the day, eat my dinner, and then spend some quality time with my sweetheart. I'm in bed by 11 PM and make sure to get 8 hours of sleep, no matter what. Because of my routine of doing about twenty minutes of stretching and drinking a warm glass of milk before I go to bed, I sleep soundly, just like a baby. I wake up in the morning free of fatigue and stress, every single time. I do not smoke, I do not drink and I barely go for sugary things like desserts. The last time I went to have a check-up with my doctor, I was told that I was in perfect health.

This is the peaceful existence that I live and it brings me great happiness through this confusing world we find ourselves living in. My aim in life is to stroll through it undetected, unseen. I want to live just as I am, enjoying my work and hobby while being left completely alone. To concern myself with such things as losing or winning, friends or enemies, would only work toward me losing sleep at night. But, today, I will unfortunately have to briefly interrupt this routine and peace I hold so dear.

Today, I have decided that I will kill Bakugou Katsuki.

I have no personal gripe with Bakugou, nor do I resent him in any way. In fact, I had come to appreciate his presence in my life. Bakugou Katsuki is a rude, loud, and abrasive individual, which serves well to guide attention away from me. He always wanted to be number one, and I more than happily allowed him to pursue that spot within our school's hierarchy. He allowed me to free myself of the stress of trying to make myself seem average. He consistently had the best marks, which meant I only needed to lag behind him an apt amount to remain undetected. His quirk was flashy, it took attention away from mine, which seemed far more banal in comparison.

Yes, he was the perfect person to have in my life to use as a shield to hide myself behind.

That was, however, until he decided to… screw that up.

I don't know if it was out of some inane desire to completely dominate everyone around him or something, but one day he decided to be the one to begin paying attention to me. It all started with our first interaction in our school's cafeteria.

I had been eating a balanced lunch; rice with a good helping of veggies and a nice juicy piece of salmon to seal the deal when all of a sudden, the blonde boy walked up to where I was sitting. I was amongst other people, but I was effectively alone. No one around me was my friend, no one knew me and no one was talking to me.

"Hey, you! Yeah, you. You're that kid that's been in all of my classes all these years, right? We've never gotten a chance to properly introduce ourselves…"

As the blonde spoke, attention started to gravitate toward me. I felt my heart sink as I felt the peace in my life dissipating in front of me.

"Could you leave me alone? I appreciate the attempt at getting to know me, but I'd like to finish my lunch before the school bell rings." I said as I panned my head to look at him with a neutral expression on my face.

Apparently, that polite request was an insult to him.

"Oh, what, you think you're better than me? You think you're too good to speak to me, huh?! Is that it?!" He said after hitting the table I was sitting at with an explosive fist.

I would've been scared or surprised but I was far more annoyed than anything else. He was beginning to become a problem.

"Your quirk's telekinesis, right? Heh, big deal. It's not like you've ever been able to make anything larger than your fist float."

He was wrong, that wasn't what my quirk was. But yet again, no one really knew what my quirk was other than me and my mother.

"I'm here to say one thing; stay out of my way. I'm gonna be the only one from this school that's going to get into U.A.! Only I can have that honor!"

He wanted to continue his pursuit of the number one spot, that was fine with me. I couldn't let him know that, however.

Everyone wanted to be a hero, everyone. If I openly expressed my general and total disinterest in anything involving heroics, I'd probably be seen as some freak. Attention would be brought to me and my life would sent into disarray. So, I had to give the illusion that I was the same. I had to pretend I was reluctant to get out of his way. To sell my act, I made myself start to sweat and shakily brought my hands up in front of me to shield myself. Sweating on command was a… more than complicated skill to learn but it was extremely useful in faking your emotions.

"A-alright, ok! I'll stay out of your way; you've made your point."

Bakugou grinned.

"I don't think I have!" He said as an explosive fist connected with my jaw.

My body was thrown out of my seat at the table and onto the concrete ground behind me

"I know your kind… the quiet but conniving type. You probably haven't shown all that your quirk can do, huh? As far as I can remember, I've never seen you use your quirk for anything other than holding a book."

Bakugou jumped passed the table and came closer to me.

"But that can only mean you're waiting for the opportunity to get the drop on me! Get my guard down and when I least expect it, you show what your quirk can really do! Well, I won't let that happen. So show me what you can do!"

As I lay on all fours on the ground with my hair drooping and covering my face slightly, I felt myself start to slip. One would imagine a kid as young as me would start crying or would get angry, but I simply felt nothing. My face showed no emotions whatsoever as I lay there on the ground. Thankfully, no one was able to see it. I had to pretend I was normal, at all costs.

Whipping around to face Bakugou with tears and snot beginning to stream down my face, I yelled.

"S-someone help me! Please, he just attacked me!"

I quickly scurried away to a wall and shielded myself with my arms.

"Please don't hurt me! I won't interfere with you, I swear!"

Bakugou stayed where he was for a while, looking at me with suspicion… and then scoffed. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he quickly but calmly walked out of the cafeteria. I, on the other hand, continued to pretend.

As some kids approached me and helped me up, I sniffled and thanked them. One asked if I needed to go to the nurse, I forced a stutter and said that I'd be fine. Quickly and with a clumsy hand, I grabbed my lunch box, my bag and then left for the bathroom.

Once there, I locked the door and began to apply first aid while looking at myself in the mirror. Nothing much: antiseptic, a cotton ball to get rid of dry blood and then one or two band-aids. Once that was done, I looked at myself and smiled. Once again, fate was on the side of Izuku Midoriya. He had fallen for the bluff and now believes me to be just an average person who he needn't concern himself with.

At least, that's what I had thought.

For some reason, from that day forward, Bakugou Katsuki decided to pay increasingly more and more attention to me.

After that first incident, it would begin with stares I would catch him pointing toward me, but then regular confrontations would begin to happen. He had gotten himself two lackeys that he would use to beat me up alongside him.

I didn't care, really. He did the same with other people, it seemed I was just lumped in with the rest of them. That was the price of trying to appear average, I guessed.

I did begin to care, however, when all of this began to interfere with my quality time with my beloved. Because of the time taken by the beatings and healing from them, I was beginning to have less and less time at the end of the day to spend with my girlfriend. As the days went on, I felt my nails grow longer, and longer and longer no matter how many times I clipped them. I couldn't handle it anymore; this was going to end now.

So, as Bakugou's group finally split up at the end of the day, I began to stalk one of his lackeys. It began simply with me walking behind him, I followed him for multiple blocks until he caught me. He suddenly stopped and turned around at some point, probably having heard my footsteps, and looked at me. He wasn't with his crew, so he wasn't brave enough to engage when I approached him with no emotions on my face. I even saw him recoil back as I lay my cold eyes on his. Eventually, though, I passed him and turned a corner, feigning having been on my own way home. I knew where he lived, now I just had to go to the spot I had chosen and wait for him to come now that I was ahead of him.

And so that was what I did, I calmly took a few shortcuts and made my way to a secluded alleyway I knew he would eventually cross. Just as I predicted, a little more than 10 minutes later, I heard his lone footsteps approaching. I used my quirk to peek around the corner without him seeing me and, just as he passed in front of me, my quirk violently grabbed him by his collar and threw him into the alleyway with me.

A minute later, after a quiet click and a sudden boom, I exited the alley while pushing my hair away from my forehead and calmly proceeded to my next victim. One was down, now I needed to get the other.

His house was further south, in the opposite direction of where the lackey I had just killed was originally going, so it took me far longer to get there. After half an hour of walking, however, I arrived at his humble abode. There, I walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. After a few moments and a bit of rustling on the other side of the door, I was greeted by Bakugou's other lackey.

When he opened the door, the first thing I saw was a wave of confusion on his face.

"…What are you doing here?"

I didn't answer and calmly brought my hand up, my thumb raised as if I was holding a detonator. Before he could comment on my strange-seeming actions, I pressed my thumb down, causing his chest cavity to explode into a gory mess. The sudden bursting of his chest left quite a considerable mess, especially all over my clothes. Head to toe, I was covered in blood… how unsanitary.

It needed to happen. As I walked away from the scene of the crime, I pressed my thumb down again and all traces of blood or gore on me exploded into dust, leaving me clean and pristine as if it had never happened.

As I continued walking, the sound of horrified screaming reached my ears. I didn't react and simply kept going on my way.

The following weeks were of the most peaceful ones I'd had in quite a while. The murder of one of Bakugou's "friends" and the disappearance of the other caused quite a bit of turmoil. The police were scrambling to try to find the culprit, to no success.

Bakugou was the main suspect, just as I had wanted. He was the only one known to have been involved with the boys who had a quirk that would've caused the damage that one of the boys had suffered, and with his record of violence, it didn't look good for him.

This caused him to be nearly constantly pestered by the police, leaving me in total peace. I was questioned too, of course, along with all of the murdered boys' bullying victims. But, they didn't suspect me in the slightest.

To them, I neither had the temperament of a murderer nor did I have a quirk that would permit me to do what was done to the unfortunate explosion victim.

I seemed a perfectly normal student who was just as emotionally distraught as my other classmates at the fate of the two boys.

And so my peaceful life continued until Bakugou went ahead and messed things up again.

I admit, I had been in withdrawal. Having spent so little time with my girlfriend in the past few days and her expiration date coming so soon, I craved spending time with her… even if it meant spending that time together at school.

So, during lunch, I excused myself and decided to spend it on the school's roof. There, I sat down on a nearby bench, pulled out my pork cutlet sandwich, and then pulled out my girlfriend from my school bag.

She was so beautiful; her curves, her nails, her shape. I loved her so. I couldn't help but lay a few kisses along each of her fingers.

Laying her on my lap, I began to eat while looking at the bright blue sky above us. It always felt so nice spending time with her. Unfortunately, our precious alone time was interrupted by a strange sound nearby. Looking at the source of what I had just heard, I saw Bakugou Katsuki staring at us from the entrance to the roof.

Quickly, he disappeared behind the door where his head had come. I wasted no time, I quickly ran to the other door leading to the roof and hid behind it while my quirk grabbed all of my belongings and brought them with me. Using my quirk to look back at where I was once sitting, I watched as Bakugou Katsuki stood there dumbfounded, almost as if he couldn't believe what he had just seen.

I cursed, my cover was blown. I almost began biting at my nails, but I breathed out and straightened my thoughts. He has no proof of what he just saw, I merely have to get rid of my girlfriend and he wouldn't be able to prove anything. So, quickly, I took my girlfriend into my hand and then pressed my thumb down with my free one, blowing her up into smithereens. Curse that blonde-haired brat, she would've still been good for a few more days.

As I heard Bakugou's steps approaching the entrance, I hurried down the stairs and out of sight, my belongings being dragged along by my quirk. Once in the clear, I couldn't help but let my face contort into a visage of pure resentment. That Bakugou, that pest had become far more troublesome than he is worth. He has no proof, but I know that he is as thick-headed as he is prone to anger. He won't let go of me until he finds proof of what he saw.

I would need to watch my back.

Without another thought, I left for my next class. I still need to act normal, after all.

Home, at last. I removed my shoes, neatly laid them in their spot in our shoe cupboard, and then lightly unbuttoned my uniform. Walking past our living room, I went for my mother's bedroom. Once inside, I gave a long sigh as I let myself fall into a one person couch.

"…I cut it close today, mom. That damn Bakugou Katsuki, he almost caught me with my girlfriend. What do you think I should do… mom?"

Looking over to her motionless body, I waited for a response I knew I wasn't going to get.

"I probably will have to end his life. If I don't, then all the effort I have put into mine will all be for nothing. All the effort I put into you will be for nothing."

Silence.

"…oh, mom."

I climbed into my mother's king-sized bed, hugged her and pressed my hear to her chest.

Her heart was beating incredibly fast, it always did when I came close to her.

"Your heart still tells me you're scared of me. That's ok, I understand. This probably wasn't the life you expected."

I sit up in the bed and lay my back against the bed frame.

"But I needed to, mom. Your emotions almost caused the life of your own son to be ruined. If I didn't use Killer Queen to blow parts of your spinal column up, you might've told heroes about my hobby. I couldn't let that happen."

I turn to my mother and caress her delicate face. Tears were starting to flow down her face.

"Oh, mom. It's ok, I don't blame you. As long as I'm alive, I'll keep you alive and comfortable. I could never end your life, never. Not you, that is my show of love to you. From son to mother."

I move to the side of the bed and hop off.

"I'll make dinner but then I need to start planning how I want to take care of this problem that has come into my life. See you soon. I love you."

I did as I said, I made her a delicious stew I knew she would like and made her chew the bits of beef and drink the broth since she wasn't able to on her own. I knew that, deep in her heart, she would come to appreciate all of this effort I put into her.

Then, after going through my usual routine, I went to bed.

The morning came and, as I left for school after my usual morning routine and eating a healthy breakfast of bacon and eggs, I finally came to a decision.

Today, I would kill Bakugou Katsuki.

In truth, I can have no plan going into this. Yesterday, he had already been avoiding me like the plague after he caught me, now he'd probably do the same. He might even not come to school if he felt afraid enough.

As I passed under an underpass, however, I was proven wrong in my judgment. There, in the way of my usual walk to school stood the blonde-haired boy that had become the greatest threat to my peaceful life. He seemed visibly agitated, panting nearly like a maniac.

"…You! We need to talk!"

I was in no mood to humor him any longer, I responded with no emotions on my face or in my voice.

"What about, Bakugou?"

Bakugou gritted his teeth in anger.

"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"

He began to approach me.

"It was you… all along, it was you! You killed them, both of them! Not only that, but you severed someone's hand and kept it around with you! YOU'RE A GODDAMN PSYCHOPATH!"

I sighed.

"…All of these baseless accusations are quite pathetic. Someone like you, who wants to be the next number one hero, I'd think would try to do better than that."

"Y-you bastard!"

Without another word, Bakugou blasted off toward me. Instantly, a pink humanoid cat-looking thing emerged from me, grabbed Bakugou by the throat and slammed him down onto the ground, keeping him there with its strong hands.

"…Really? Was that all that you had planned? Just beating me in broad daylight?"

I crouched in front of him.

"You know, you truly have become an annoying thorn in my side. Before you decided to get uppity that one fateful day, I was actually perfectly content with you. Loud as you were, you brought attention away from me. But now all you'll do is sing like a canary about how I'm a killer."

I roughly grabbed his face and made it look at me.

"I. Can't. Have. That. Even if there's no way you could ever prove it."

As I gripped his face, though, I started thinking.

"…But you know that. So why would you come here, unprepared as you are? You know I'm not showing you everything that I can do. You're not an idiot, so why would you come without a plan?"

I raised my head to look around, might he have set a trap? Then, I spotted it and laughed. He had set up his mobile phone to point in our direction. Getting up, I walked toward it while making killer queen point his face toward me.

"Really? This was your plan? Record a confession? It's a bit useless if you won't be alive to show it to the police, don't you know?"

"…Geh! That's why I don't plan to die before I can expose you, bastard!" he said while pushing against Killer Queen holding him to the ground.

"Oh, really? Pray tell, how do you plan to do that?"

"Like this!"

Quickly, Bakugou pulls a plastic water bottle out of one of his pockets and throws it at my feet.

"…A water bottle?"

"How do you think my quirk works, idiot? My sweat acts just like nitroglycerine!"

My eyes went wide at the realization of what he meant. Before I or Killer Queen could react, Katsuki extended an arm out and threw an explosion at his bottle.

A larger explosion followed and a large cloud of dust and debris was kicked up.

Bakugou coughed profusely, trying to get all of the dust out of his lungs. Then, he approached my body lying on the ground and reached for his phone in my hands. With his mobile retrieved, he began walking away but was interrupted by the sound of something scraping the ground.

There, right in front of him, maybe one or two meters away, he saw a small silhouette forming. Two red eyes stared at him through the clouds.

"LOOK OVER HERE."

He didn't react fast enough, as soon as he began running away, the little object dashed toward him and blew his legs clean off of his body. Landing a few meters away and out of the dust cloud, Bakugou yelled out bloody murder as he felt himself starting to bleed out.

I, on the other hand, calmly exited the smoke cloud without a scratch on me.

"I commend you on that. It was a smart move, just not enough to stop someone like Izuku Midoriya. A bottle of nitroglycerine… it probably would've killed me if you had succeeded. Too bad you didn't understand how my quirk works."

I approached the dying Bakugou and crouched down in front of his bloody face.

"Since you're about to die, I'll explain it to you. My quirk manifests itself in a spirit I have dubbed "Killer Queen" that always stands by me, anything it touches becomes a bomb. Additionally, I have near complete control over the explosions that these bombs cause, meaning that I was able to explode your bottle of sweat in such a way that it protected me from the explosion you threw at me while making you think you were the one to blow it up. What you were just attacked by was another bomb that it could produce: sheer heart attack. It follows heat signatures, it's why it was able to find you through the cloud of dust my explosion created."

I stood up straight and held my arm out with my thumb raised.

"You see, Bakugou, no matter what other plan you might've had, I would've won. Fate is on the side of Izuku Midoriya, I will always find a way to pull through. Goodbye, friend. It was nice knowing you."

Bakugou attempted to yell out, but I pressed my thumb down before he could, blowing him up and turning him into ash.

Finally, I went back, picked my things up and resumed walking to school.

It felt like a weight had been taken off of my heart. My peaceful life could finally be set back on its track with that Bakugou Katsuki gone.

I could finally resume my hobby and get a new girlfriend, I could finally take better care of my mother again, I could finally relax once more and live my life.

I was happy and I smiled as the sun above shone on me.

As I walked, a girl with beautiful, porcelain-like hands met my eyes.

I felt my fingernails grow longer.