Villain Midoriya is love. Sometimes I wonder if people forget that Midoriya is technically a villain in this story. Kind of feel like I can't even write a good story with a nice plot anymore.

Aizawa Shouta is beyond furious. His face says it all from the glare to the clenched jaw that threatened to break the teeth from the force being used to keep from screaming in anger and frustration. He is on his way to the 1-A dormitory to have a talk with the problematic child that Nedzu thought would be a good idea to take under his wing. Upon entering the giant building, he's stopped by none other Bakugou Katsuki. His red eyes don't have their usual fire, seeming to be calmer than the anger-filled gleam from before. He takes a small pause before opening his mouth to speak, "If you're looking for Deku, he's in his room getting ready to go visit his mother's grave. Present Mic will be taking him. Figured you should know." He watches him walk away, opting to sit with Kirishima. The redhead hasn't stopped giving him concern looks even after they have moved into the dorms. Shouta has noticed the way they acted with each other, Kirishima being able to express his concern without the blond blowing him up.

    Bakugou Katsuki, you've mellowed out after Kamino. Just what happened and what hand did Midoriya play in it? He couldn't help but think constantly that Midoriya had something to do with the change in personality. Many times, he's noticed that the blond wanted to say something but a glance at Midoriya's direction he would stop. Something had happened. If what Tsukauchi had said was true, then well he has to figure it out. Still, he doesn't let himself be deterred and continues to the brat's room. He doesn't even attempt at knocking, turning the knob and forcing his way in. "Where's Shigaraki Tomura?"

  Shinsou Hitoshi isn't there. Good, I don't need to deal with him at all right now. Midoriya is, just like Bakugou said. The boy is putting on a shirt that says "flannel" with a bored expression, not caring that the plain green shirt had no flannel patterns. Awful fashion sense. The boy doesn't seem surprised at the fact that Shouta is there interrogating him. It's almost as if he had been expecting him to make the connection and going off from the unimpressed expression, he had been hoping it to be made earlier. "I don't know what you're talking about."

    Are we really playing this game? he thinks, staring at the boy with frustration. If he could, he would have taken the green-haired teenager down to the police station right then and there. He is tired of this child's games and jokes. "Cut the bullshit Midoriya. I know for a fact that you're hiding that villain."

  He turns to him, facing the male with hostility in his eyes, shrugging nonchalantly. "So? I don't give out my client's information unless needed. But if you must know, the League is not even in Japan at the moment." He takes a deep breath and gives him a cruel smile. The dark expression should never belong on a child's face, then again, this isn't a normal child. This child is of the devil, ready to bring hell upon the earth. "I'm a criminal who is going to jail after the contract is over, so why not go out with a bang?"

  Shouta scowls, grabbing the brat by the arms and pulling him close so that they're nose to nose at eye level. He makes sure it's a tight enough grip that it will keep him in place but not leave bruises. "Do you think this is a game or something? You know where they are and you're not telling us? Why?"

  "Because why not? I'm not having this conversation with you, Aizawa. You should have prayed and hoped that I had died in that coma. But here I am so you must not have prayed enough." Viridian eyes meet black, full of animosity, cold and unforgiving, ready to tear apart everything the world stands for. This world has failed him constantly and will continue to fail the boy. "Talk to Nedzu if you want to know more. But I doubt that he even knows anything about what I'm planning." Midoriya gets out of the hold and hops back onto his desk, staring at Shouta with hate-filled eyes and wanting to strike him down where he stands. If he had been the god Zeus, he may as well have.

  Shouta doesn't know just what is going through this kid's mind. "All this because you can't forgive people? All of this, you're willing to let people die because of a grudge?"

  The boy is trembling in anger, his fists clenched at his sides. His face is shadowed by his hair. His fingers find their way to grip the desk. "I'm tired! I'm sick and tired of forgiving people who don't deserve forgiveness! Forgive and forget? That's bullshit!" He laughs, shaking his head as he tilts his head back and gives the underground hero a feral grin. Green eyes glint with poison, ready to kill anyone and everyone who meets his gaze. "This society deserves to crumble to ashes. The age of heroes was meant to fall one day and I will bring it. The world has been trapped in a haze that only a few can ever get out of. I will watch the world burn." He tips his head back as he laughs. "And you lovely little heroes will be the audience to it all. Your Symbol of Peace, your number 2 hero, your little student have brought this. Heroes have brought this upon themselves. Do not think for one second anyone of you will be exempted."

  Shouta's eyes widen the tiniest bit at the declaration. Is he really serious? "And what would you do to have that happen? What would you do after you accomplish that goal?"

  His grin softens the tiniest bit but has the same sharpness of before. "Who says I'll still be here when the goal is accomplished?" With that, he hops down and walks out, brushing their shoulders in a final attempt to annoy him.

  The underground hero is left alone to his own thoughts. With a sigh, he exits the room and heads to speak with Principal Nedzu about this. If he is able to bring it up, the boy's plan would be ruined and he would be put behind bars for a good amount of time. Because no matter how much he believes it, Shouta knows that Nedzu will never be able to reform the boy who has gone so deep in his hatred and pain that there's no way to pull him out of it. On his way out, he notices Midoriya kiss Shinsou with the promise of returning soon before following Hizashi out. Shinsou does not know just who he's dating. It'll crush him to know that the guy he likes is ready to ruin everything he dreamed about becoming for a long time.

  If Shinsou is to turn on Midoriya, the reaction will be unpredictable.

  Aizawa stops in his stride to the principal's office. Midoriya is a loose variable. He can probably react in stopping his plans, realizing just what he's doing is wrong if Shinsou is to break up with him for attempting to ruin everything. Or, the boy will continue the plan with more vigor. Shouta shakes his head, running straight to the office with the necessity to speak with Nedzu. The urgency of this meeting has just doubled tenfold.

    "Oh, Midoriya and Shigaraki?" Tsukauchi asked in a thoughtful voice. "They dated before. Midoriya, I assume still has feelings for the villain. Although taking into consideration that he's dating Shinsou, I have to guess that those feelings aren't as prominent as before." The detective rifled through papers. "I'm thinking that Midoriya knows where Shigaraki is, but I haven't had the time to speak with him after what happened. The training camp incident has me wading through knee-deep paperwork." A pause, the air turning serious as he listened to the detective breathe for a few seconds. "Aizawa, you have to be careful with what you say to the boy if you're to confront him. I'm doubting his mental state right now. Something may trigger him into doing something stupid."

  "I know. I just don't know what he's planning. After the coma, he's changed quite a bit." His way of acting isn't as cheerful, he thought with a frown. He is not going the extra mile to hide his complete disdain for people. He's starting to act ". . . like a villain," he whispered.

  "You've noticed it too? I've been getting updates from Nedzu. He thinks the same way. Midoriya cannot be trusted to be alone. He's planning something and from what Nedzu is saying, it won't lead to anything good."

  The underground hero slammed the door opened as he says, "Midoriya is planning to take down the hero foundation."

  The animal blinks before sighing softly, placing the pen he had been using down. "I figured as much, now I have proof." He turns the monitor to show Shouta the conversation that he had just now with Midoriya. "Thank you for bringing this evidence to me, Aizawa."

  He isn't surprised at this new revelation. He should have known that Nedzu had a plan. "And what do you plan on doing? You know that this was bound to happen."

  "Simple." He gives him a wide smile. Shouta knows that he won't like the answer, it's written all over the devil of a principal's face. "Nothing."

* * *

Izuku sits at his mother's grave with a soft sigh. The breeze runs its fingers through the boy's air, singing to him similar to a mother would. His eyes are closed as he speaks to his mother's grave of what was going on and how his day has gone. For a moment, he can pretend that he's still the same boy from before, sitting on his mother's lap as she hums and runs a hand through his hair as he talks to her.

  That moment is ripped away from him. The breeze comes to a stop, any peace he had is gone as a memory surfaces from his mind.

    The boy stood in an office as he leaned against the wall, listening to the faceless man's words. Poisonous words covered with sweet nectar, unassuming to the victim who eats them. The man turned around, the shadows receding and he was left staring at the man who he knew was just the enemy. Piercing copper eyes were set deep in their sockets, tiny scars littered his face with a big one running down from the hairline to the jaw. He wore a business suit, black gloves covering his hands to hide the disfigurement. Horns curled out of the slicked back locks of ebony hair, resembling a goat's. Pale with freckles and burns, blemishes that would never fade. This man, the enemy to his father, was going to meet his end.

    Izuku sighed as he pushed himself off the wall, taking long strides to get closer to the man so he could finish their deal. He took out the pen and wrote something down. "Do you agree with the terms, Kageyama?"

  The man, Kageyama, read it over and nodded. Izuku hopped onto the desk watching him the entire time as the man read. Kageyama was unaware of the gleam in the boy's eyes, the craving to tear him apart joint by joint. He didn't notice the emotions that passed through him with a constant fury. He didn't notice until he looked up and his face met foot. The kick sent the male sprawling, his head hit the wall behind him. The adult stared up with wide eyes at the teenager who had a knife out and spinning it between his fingers. "Mid-Midoriya? What are you doing with-with that knife?" Kageyama grinned softly with an underlying sense of worry, hoping to deter the boy who didn't have the heart to kill him.

  "Come now, Kageyama," he said with a savage grin. The teenager hopped off the man's desk, striding forward with the glinting knife in his grasp. With each step the boy took, it made Kageyama aware that he was not getting out of this. The boy shoved his foot into the adult's chest, knocking the wind out of him and pinned him against the wall. There was a sinister aura in the air, it sent chills down the man's spine who made the mistake of striking against Ryuu. The malicious smile he wore, it'll haunt him for a long time and straight to the afterlife. "We're friends, aren't we?"

  Kageyama blinked, staring at the murder in those acidic eyes that came from the kind woman of Inko. The woman who he met a few times and had treated him so nice. Ryuu didn't deserve her, didn't deserve to have such a nice woman at his side, a nice family! He didn't deserve it! Not after taking away his! He wished for the man dead, he wished for him to go through the same pain that that monster put him through. Those beautiful green eyes that have been tainted and no longer belonged to the woman that had been friendly.

  "I know you did it."

  With a small whisper, he asked, "Di-Did what?"

  That answer resulted in a kick to the chest again. "Don't act ignorant! You ordered my mother's death, you ordered my death. And for what? Huh? To get back at my dad?" With each word he spoke, the teenager pressed down harder on the man's chest and felt the bones underneath start to give.

  Kageyama stared in horror. "Wh-what? N-ack! Mid-Midoriya! We're friends, aren't we? You-you wouldn't kill me. It was a miscommunication on my part! You know how that woman is!" He tried to reason, tried to worm his way out of the situation. "Please! Please, spare me!"

  He swallowed thickly, hoping to be able to talk the boy out of doing this. He didn't have a quirk that could help him in this case. He didn't have enough strength to even push the boy off without risk of being stabbed. "Mi-Midoriya! You-you wouldn't kill me. You're much like your mother, a sweet and caring person."

  A crazed laugh ripped itself out of his throat. "You have no right to speak of my mother!" He slashed at the villain's face, adding another scar to the man. He ignored the small cry. "You killed her! You tried to kill me! Now," he murmured, the feral grin never leaving his face. "Now, I'm going to return the favor!"

  Kageyama never got the chance to speak again, for the blade made contact with the flesh. He coughed, choking on the red carmine liquid that bubbled up his throat and cut off his airways. To the teenager, it was a beautiful sight. The blood poured from the wound on the man's throat as Kageyama hacked and drowned, falling onto his side as he tried in vain to stop the blood flow.

  Izuku comes out of that reminiscence with a small gasp. He wipes away the tears that slip down his cheeks. A flash of red catches his eyes and he notices the red on his hands. Blood. HIs hands are stained with blood. He blinks and the blood is gone. He covers his face, crying softly. "I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry. I wish you were here."

Poor Aizawa, he was going back and forth between the school and dormitory in the first part. The flashback isn't all that well written but it has the gist of what you'd expect happened.