I woke up with a headache.

I was so happy. As soon as I felt the headache, I knew that I was alive again. For the past three weeks, I've been dead. Not literally dead, but mentally dead. My brain wouldn't listen to me. I couldn't do anything. I could see through my eyes, but I couldn't do anything. I could see myself talking, but I couldn't actually speak.

I was able to think, but no matter what I thought, or wanted, I wasn't able to put any of my thoughts to action.

It was like I was living my life on autopilot.

They wanted to break me. They wanted me to do something so horrific, that even if I did want to double-cross them, I'd take myself down with them. They wanted me to do something so terrible, that even if I escaped them, I'd have to live with that terrible action.

The horrific act of brutally murdering someone in cold blood.

I watched myself dig a knife into a man's chest, and I couldn't do anything to stop myself. I couldn't cry, I couldn't scream, I couldn't even say sorry. I was stuck watching as those memories set in my mind.

As I ended that man's life, I couldn't help but think about how I got here. How I ended up like this. How this happened.

This all happened because of what I did to Izuku.

None of this would have happened if I had just been there for Izuku. If I had just stood up for him when Bakugou had told him to jump. If, instead of laughing, I had said 'That's not funny', or if I had even just asked Izuku if he was ok.

Maybe if I had, then All Might wouldn't have died.

My classmates wouldn't have died.

My friends wouldn't be so distraught and broken.

This is all my fault.

Finally pulling myself out of my thoughts, I stood to my feet. Upon placing both my feet on the ground of the newly-instituted dorms, I fell over. My legs felt like jelly.

Over the past three weeks, I haven't actually stood up. At least, I didn't stand myself, my body was on autopilot, and I felt nothing but emotions. I couldn't feel pain, nor could I feel the embrace of my father's arms as I had arrived home from the League's base. I couldn't feel the frequent beatings Izuku had subjected me to, nor could I feel the air in my lungs whenever I took in a breath of fresh air.

I stood up slowly—still feeling like jelly—and steadily walked to the dorm-shower-room with my stuff.

Why couldn't the school provide us with individual bathrooms?

I walked into the room and was immediately met with a dull sight. Kirishima saw me enter the bathroom but didn't look me in the eyes. I knew why, I can't say I blame him, though.

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"Mr. Aizawa? That day... When... Uhm... When All Might fought the villains and that kid... All Might's son, I think... He said he'd be after Izumi next... What was that about?"

I could tell it was a hard question to ask. All Might had just died, and nobody knew what to say. It was also hard after what Izuku said. He decapitated and dismembered the Symbol Of Peace on live television for the whole world to see, and then he said all of those things about him.

Some people don't want to believe it. Others did. Those that supported the Hero Killer's mission after he died, think it's completely true. They already thought that the heroes were corrupt, so they wouldn't put it past All Might to have abused or neglected his son the way he had.

Some people in the class didn't believe it—like Uraraka, Hagakure, Tokoyami, and a few others—but most of the class figured it was completely true. Momo was one of many that thought All Might could have done something to his child, but she still found it difficult to talk about his death.

No matter your feelings about All Might, the visual of his death was so gruesome that it was automatically scary to say anything, and with all the controversy, it makes it that much harder to discuss.

I knew almost instantly that Mr. Aizawa would expose Bakugou, Izumi and I for what we had done to Izuku, and I was powerless to do anything. Even if I wanted to move and run away from the judgmental stares I was guaranteed to receive, I wouldn't be able to.

Izuku and the League implanted a drug to make me more susceptible to suggestion—like a soldier of sorts. I couldn't do anything if I wanted to.

As well as his dumb drug, he began to get paranoid. He was nervous that I would somehow break free from his control, so they injected a Nano-Bomb into my neck.

They put a fucking bomb in my Goddamn neck.

Like who the fuck does that?

"Yagi Izumi was All Might's daughter." Mr. Aizawa started.

His words evoked gasps from across the room. The room was silent as Mr. Aizawa glared at Izumi, Bakugou and I.

"That boy that murdered All Might was his son, Yagi Izuku."

"Wait, I thought Yagi's brother died in a villain attack last year?"

Mr. Aizawa looked at Kaminari with annoyance as he interrupted Mr. Aizawa's speech.

"No, I'm afraid that was just another lie Yagi decided to tell you all." Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yagi Izuku, Yagi Izumi's brother, committed suicide a little over a year ago. Or at least, we thought he did."

Our classmates looked towards Izumi with sympathy as she buried her head further into her arms on her desk. She knew what was coming.

I could tell.

Bakugou held his gaze, fixed on the window as Mr. Aizawa continued.

"From what I've been told, Yagi's brother had been severely neglected and abused by his family and peers. Izumi, Bakugou, and Todoroki even went as far as telling him to kill himself, and here we are. You can thank your friends for All Might's passing."

The looks of sympathy quickly sifted to looks of anger and resentment.

"What? Izumi, is that true?"

"Bakubro?"

Kirishima looked the most distraught and hurt over the news. I could see the eyes of our friends land on me as well. Shame overtook me, but my visible expression was unwavering. No matter how much I wanted to cry, frown, or even show remorse, I couldn't. I couldn't even show any emotion in my eyes.

I looked stone-hearted.

"Yeah, it's true. I told him to jump, so it's not Todoroki or Izumi's fault. There isn't a day that goes by where any of us forget about what we did, so leave it alone, Goddammit!"

Bakugou quickly ran out of the classroom as Izumi finally lifted her head from her desk. She was in tears, before she spoke.

"I-I... I didn't think he'd do it..."

I had heard what he said the other day at the Camino Ward, along with the other people there at the time, so I was disturbed with her bipolarity.

"Oh, bullshit! I heard what you said to your brother back at the Camino Ward, you didn't even apologize when you first saw him!"

I was taken aback by Kirishima's words. He said exactly what I was thinking but in a more Bakugou-esk way.

"And you. You're no better. You don't even look sad. At least Yagi and Bakugou are showing some emotion."

Mr. Aizawa just let this happen. This is like that day. The day Izuku jumped—when Bakugou threw him across the room and began putting him down. The day when the teacher just stood by, idly, and watched as the three of us crushed his dreams, and trampled over his asperations.

"What do you have to say for yourself."

A part of Izuku's commands is that I can talk to my classmates if they directly ask me to speak. Like if someone were to walk up to me and say hello, I'd have a predesigned response. Like a programmed response.

Like a robot.

I knew that Izuku would have given me a phrase or speech or response to anything regarding him. Especially for this question. I was dreading the words about to flow out of my mouth.

"So what?"

Oh no...

"Who cares if he jumped?"

Stop...

"He was quirkless."

Please...

"If he killed himself because of what we said, it just makes him weak."

I'm begging you, stop.

"So really, it's his fault."

Izuku, I'm so sorry...

The looks of my classmates as I spoke broke me even more. The judgmental stares I had already anticipated, quickly morphed into looks of pure disgust.

"How could you say something like that?"

"No, Todoroki's right, it's not our fault he jumped. He was just weak if he couldn't take a few comments here and there..."

What?

If I had control over my actions, my face would have matched those of my classmates. I was being controlled, Izumi wasn't.

That means she truly feels that way.

That means she actually believes that we're not at fault for Izuku's death.

What kind of monster do you have to be to have such a twisted mind?

"That's enough!"

The bantering of my classmates quickly died down as Mr. Aizawa yelled at us all.

"It doesn't matter anymore. The kid in question is alive anyway, that much is painfully obvious. This conversation is just making me angry, so shut up. No matter this kid's life story, he's a murderer, and we have to bring him in. Not you. The pros, I mean."

We all shut up instantly as Mr. Aizawa spoke. I felt like a complete dick, but I was even more disgusted with what Izumi had said.

How could a human being say that about another human being?

The audacity of that asshole...

The entitlement she must feel to talk that way about her own brother...

It's disgusting.

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I felt the burning water hit my back as I thought of that memory. I had to apologize to my classmates for what I had said. I didn't want them to think I was such a heartless monster that I'd actually say something so horrid about the man I had abused until his own suicide.

Well, I guess he's technically not dead.

I finished my shower and got dressed, then I went down to the common area. Standing in front of the table, I bowed my head before apologizing profusely.

"I'm so sorry!"

The room went silent as I felt all eyes turn to me. Izumi and Bakugou were in their rooms, so it was just me and the rest of my classmates.

Thank God.

"I didn't mean what I said last week about Izuku being weak. I didn't mean anything I had said. I don't know what came over me."

I looked up finally and felt my cheeks begin to dampen. Kirishima could barely look at me. It was so awkward as I stood there.

"Izuku was the kindest person alive. He had the biggest heart and wouldn't hurt a fly. I was just so upset about All Might's death that I lost it." I lied.

I couldn't just say 'Oh, don't worry about it, I was just being controlled by the League Of Villains to show my allegiance to Izuku'.

A good portion of my classmates still wouldn't look at me, and I didn't blame them. I wouldn't have forgiven myself, either.

I began to walk away when I heard a familiar voice that shook me to my core.

"Hey Todoroki, can I talk to you for a sec?"

I turned around and saw one of my classmates standing up as he walked over to me. His voice was so uplifting and happy, but I knew the true nature behind his twisted smile. His accepting and happy grin, was really a crazed look of mania, just waiting to be awoken. My breathing hitched as I looked at him.

Oh shit, I forgot.

We walked to a secluded hallway in the dorms, that no one should have walked through, as I stared at the ground.

"What was that about?"

I don't know...

"So I take it the Scopolamine-X wore off now?"

He got closer and whispered his next line in my ear.

"Don't forget, you still have that bomb in your neck that I could detonate at any time."

I shivered at his words.

"I have a question."

He looked at me with amusement as he began to walk away, releasing a simple 'hmm?' as he left.

"Why did you join the League Of Villains..."

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"Kaminari?"