Katsuki is in the hospital. Izuku had heard his classmates conversing about it. When he heared that he felt nothing. He thought he would feel something. Maybe sadness.. Victory? Anything. But he felt nothing. He realized that he didn't care. He didn't care about what had happened. He found out of what had happened. The mute girl of class C almost killed him. They didn't seem surprised. They knew she would do it. What else is to be expected with someone with such a villainous quirk. They said she almost killed him and she traumatized another boy. Huh. Her name was Kuriko. Huh. He knew that name. It was her. The one that gave him a quirk. The one that helped him. The one that understood. Villainous quirk? Just like humans to categorize others based on quirk. Her quirk may have a lot to do with darkness, but that doesn't define her. He had to admit the air she let off was uncomfortable. She felt off, but at the same time he could relate. She didn't seem like an entirely bad person, just uncaring and lacking hope. She looked like any normal teenager.

He was staring out the window during class. She was expelled. He wondered if he would ever see her agaim. He had a feeling he would. How did he not know she was in his school? He had never heard of her or saw her in his years at the middle school. He sighed. He thought things over. He thought a lot. It lead to more sleepless nights. Mumbling . Full notebooks. His room was riddled with crumpled papers. His room was a mess. He couldn't remember the last time he opened his curtains. He will attend UA. He's said this a million times. It redundant. Why? Well he spent a long time thinking it over. He had a quirk now. They said he could not become a hero without a quirk. Well he had one and he had a strong one. So now they could say nothing, right ? He will go there and study to be a hero.

He smiled. The smile wasn't as kind as it used to be. It was broken. Hostile even. But mostly sad. For some reason he still yearned to follow his broken dream. He tried to restore it, but he only had a small part of the picture. Broken pieces that could mean anything. Missing words. Hero was still the dream. His reasons for becoming one is what had changed. He no longer wished to be like All Might. He no longer wished to be numver one. He no longer did it solely because it was cool or because he wanted to save everyone. No, he would do it so he could show the word what a hero truly is. He'll show the them that heroes aren't what they seem. He hummed to himself. Heroes make promises that are broken before uttered. Heroes instill false hope. Heroes are hypocrites. Heroes go on about saving everyone but are blind to those who really need saving.

It's a very broken dream, but it is a dream. A very messed up and illogical dream.

He knew that but even so. He just needed something to strive for. Anything to live for. He kept on changing his mind about his ideas and plans and dream. Everytime. He always changes it now. He wasn't sure what he wanted anymore because he had lost a part of himself. So he made this messed up dream his new goal. He would not change his mind. He told himself that with as much determination he had.

He was still pathetic it seems.

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Kuriko tugged on her glove as she eyed the group of her classmates. They were all talking to a peculiar blonde. A lot of people liked her. She was cheerful and well behaved. It had only been a week at her new school and she knew far more than the others. She knew better. She was casual on her observation. She Swatched. She wasn't invited into the conversation. Hell, hardly anyone talked to her. The blonde did though. She tried to understand her. Kuriko didn't want her talking to her, but she let her. Why? Because of what she felt from her. Her emotions. They're similar to her own. She's hiding something. She pretends to be the girl she is to please everyone. Kuriko saw through the facade almost immediately.

And so, she took to observing the girl in her curiosity. That's nothing new. She always observed those she's deemed interesting enough. If she found she could learn something, she would watch. If she was curious, she would watch. If she was questioning she would watch.

As long as someone or something has made her care enough she'll watch until she gets what she wants. What happens after that varies. Maybe what she found was the only thing she needed from that person or object. They or it will soon be forgotten, her interest lost. Or she would take even more interest in her answer. Maybe she could relate. Maybe she felt sorry. If it made her feel anything she would continue her observation until that itch has fully been scratched.

Humans should be loved, objects should be used. And yet the opposite is what takes place. It's not a pleasant thought. She didn't like it herself, and yet she tends to do almost the same thing. While people tend to love objects and use others she just uses whatever or whoever she wants if she sees the need to.

The only people she figured she loved was her family. The only thing she might actually love is ice cream. Everything after that she will use if she wanted to.

What does she use people for? Well, for her own benefit. Is that a correct answer? She uses humans to understand how different people react to this world. Izuku held on until he was broken by his hero. His reaction was to give up on everything. He lost his need to live. Katsuki was the cause of Izuku's suicide act. His reactiong consisted of him doubting himself and being over taken by guilt and self hate. He was angry and decide to take it out on others. She tries to understand these things and compare them to her own reactions. Were they similar? Could she have reacted like them? Could they have reacted like her?

She found this useful, her study of human emotion and reactions.

So she watched, wondering. When the blonde's secret is revealed how will her "friends" react?

Of course it depends on what the secret was. She herself did not know. She could find out. All she needed to do was invade her mind, but she didn't. She liked to watch things unravel and see everything collapse in itself

Chaotic, but she enjoys it.

Yellow eyes met her own very briefly. She was aware of her stares, but of course Kuriko didn't care.

She's learned a bit over the week. The most important being the bloodlust she would detect every now and then. It wasn't very strong, but it was there. She would always feel it when it appeared. No one else noticed. That bloodlust is something she focused on. Whatever that girl was hiding had a lot to do with her bloodlust.

Kuriko looked at her gloved hands. She could make herself bleed and see how the girl reacts. It would be worth a shot. She would learn a lot more.

But it's always worth the patience in the end.

She'll just quietly watch from the shadows.

Creepy, but that is her normal.

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Katsuki was staring up at the white ceiling of his hospital room. Tears stung at the back of his eyes and he fought them off. Every part of his body hurt and he felt so much worse. He had thought about what he had done. He had been taking his anger out on the girl. He deserved everything she did to him. She wanted him dead. He could feel it in the air. She would've most likely done it. She could've killed him and she would've. He was close to death again. It was frightening, but it made him look back on his life. The first time he didn't care so much. The second time it hit a lot harder.

He was a sad excuse of a human being.

He had been constantly chasing after Izuku. He would apologize but the boy never said anything. After school he would retrieve the notebooks the boy tossed away. He would spend hours working on time. He bought new ones. Dubbed them the same and tried to copy as much info as he could. His writing wasn't as neat as the boy , but he tried. He would give them back one day. He had to. He told himself that.

He had apologized again that day. He didn't look at or talk to him again. He walked away, again . Katsuki was angry. He wasn't mad at Izuku. He accepted it in fact. He deserved it after all. He was mad at himself. It was his fault. Everything was his fault . He was such a fool. He was so angry and he wanted to lash out.

He regretted it.

The cuts will remain. Scars to remind him of his mistake. They would remind him of who he is. What he's done. All so he could make himself feel better.

Some hero.

The school was ready to press charges against Kuriko and her family for what she had done, but he had put a stop to it. He couldn't do such a thing. What she did was practically in self defense. He started it. There was no need to go to court for such a thing.

They did pay for his medical bill. His mother had told him that the Sano family offered to pay any bills that may arise. Why would they do that? He bullied their daughter. He thought they would be happy with the situation. He was not expecting them to easily give his parents money to handle everything.

"Katsuki"

The door closed silently and his mother stepped in along wit a worried Inko. He tensed at the sight of her and looked away from the woman. He was uncomfortable around her. He didn't know if the woman knew of his involvement. His mother said nothing. He had to tell her himself. It was the right thing. But he couldn't do it. He always chickened out. He was surprised Izuku didn't tell her . His involvement with Izuku's attempt is punishable. He would be sent to juvenile detention. Instant criminal record. It would ruin his life so very easily . His dream of being a hero would be hard to achieve. Maybe even impossible. He wondered why Izuku never said anything to his mother.

"How are you doing? "

"Fine"

"I brought you some the cookies you like" Inko said with a weak smile as she placed a container on the bedside table. "I brought Izuku, but he doesn't want to come in with us"

Katsuki almost flinched at the mention of the name. He was there at the hospital. He didn't know why that shocked him. What mother would leave her suicidal child at home alone? Besides as far as Inko knew the two were friends. To her Katsuki was just a boy that liked to tease her son. Izuku was never mad at him. He had told her that Katsuki just liked to tease.

She didn't believe it. Even so she let it slide. She had known the blonde for years. She was still worried about him. Even if she didn't still care for him, she would still be there for his mother. They were long time friends. They could be sisters.

"You'll be beter soon. The doctor said you're healing quickly and will be back in school in just a few " Mitsuki ran a comforting hand through his hair. She could read the emotion in his eyes. It saddened her to see her son like that. He was going through so much. He wasn't yelling at her or her husband anymore. She didn't know how much she would miss their fights until then. He's been overcome with guilt. He would cry at night. She could do Nothing to help. At least not much anyway. He wanted to handle things himself. He shouldn't and she's been telling him that, but he's stubborn.

Katsuki sunk into his bed, staring at the sheets. There was so much he needed to do. So much he needed to apologize for. So much he needed to make up for.

"What happened to the m-... "He stopped himself. He always called her mute. It was his way of rubbing things in her face. He couldn't do that anymore. "What happened to Sano? "

"She was expelled" Mitsuki had a rage filled look in her eyes. "If you ask me she should've been handled a bit more harshly for her actions. She could have killed you and all she got off with is a slap on the wrist"

Mitsuko seemed angry. He understood why. Someone almost killed her son. He could almost smile at her show of affection.

"It was my fault" he said quietly. It was barely a whisper. "I was angry about.. About a lot of things and I decided to take it out on her. That was wrong. What kind of hero hurts someone else just because he is hurting? " he gripped his sheets.

"I'm a worthless wannabe"

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Kuriko had a look of complete disinterest as she watched two boys scruffle. One was a boy of her class and some kids were cheering for him. She had let out a soundless sigh at the scene. It's best she go outside and avoid all this nonsense. They were fighting over the simplest thing. The just insulted eachother and one thing lead to the next. She turned to leave until she noticed something.

One of the boys had taken more damaged. He was battered and bruised. His lip was hit severely and he was bleeding. It was running down his chin and dripping onto his clothes. He was her classmate. Blood. She had sensed bloodlust nearby. She looked around and was quick to spot the blonde she had been observing. Blood lust. Strong blood lust. The girl thirsts for his blood. There was a look in her eyes and her breathing had increased. There were emotions. Fascination? Want? She couldn't really decipher her emotions because they were mixing together in an odd way. It was hard to understand. It was very broken . Her way of perceiving her emotions was new to her.

She looked lovestruck.

She liked the boy? No, she couldn't . she never showed any interest in him. She didn't like him. She liked his blood. That is what she wanted. The question was why. Why did she crave his blood all of a sudden?

What's with her massive lust for blood?

She wanted to find out and she will. She had a feeling it wouldn't be too long.