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It made sense, first was Mineta... a fellow classmate who everyone despised, one that nobody would miss... Katsuki hating him the most, it would make sense why he was the first to disappear.

Next would be a classmate people barely noticed, so it made sense when they took out Hagakure. The lack of physical features made it easy for her to be unnoticed.

After that they went for a quiet one, one that would get people thinking yet, not really dwell too much onto it. So it made sense when Koda was the third victim... turned a few heads yet not much to cause complete suspension.

One they started taking out what seemed to be less noticed classmates.. picking their battles with strengths and abilities.. they started to get cocky.. more bold.

Picking off some of the stronger ones, picking off ones that would more likely cause a frenzy..

Over time, the class had gotten smaller which had most definitely caused a frenzy.

Aizawa sighed, he should have known.. he should have paid more attention...

Bakugou Katsuki and his group of friends were strong.. some of the strongest if not the strongest in the class.

Sure they still had Izuku and Shoto.. Momo.. Ochako... they were strong.. and intelligent.. but Aizawa knew that Bakusquad.. he knew they had more of an advantage in any type of situation.

They would never split up, surrounding Katsuki at every corner to make sure the ash blonde never got hurt, yet you never saw much of a scratch on the group either. Their determination to always be around Katsuki.. to make sure the blonde never got hurt was enough to make them seem like the strongest people ever.

It was smart as well... to never leave the group... they were all strong individually.. that was no lie.. but together they seemed invincible..

With work ethic, intelligence, and strength.. it was gonna be hard for the heros..

And Katsuki.. he didn't just stand there and look pretty, he basically made sure his squad stayed without a scratch.

Katsuki was the mastermind, his friends basically his followers. They worked well as a working group.. as well as a family..

A freakishly strong and intelligent.. as well completely vile.. and malicious.

Aizawa should have known.. how could he not?

He had hoped it wasn't them.. he had hoped it was anyone but that group.. Now he had to deal with homicidal.. malicious teenagers with no control.

What an experience this was going to be.

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Aizawa sat in quarters, thinking about how terrible everything was.

How things seemed like they were in and terrible nightmare with no way out.

Aizawaw sighed and went to stand up but interrupted why a student of his bargaining into his room.

"Sir! Someone else is dead!" They yelled with a panicked expression.

Somebody else died as well. Even after they left? How could this even happen?

Aizawa rushed to follow the sobbing student of his.. to see which classmate he had lost this time.

Yet.. why Aizawa didn't notice was the ash blonde who stood in the shadows of Aizawa's quarters.. a sickly sweet on his face...

Katsuki wouldn't hurt his teacher.. not physically anyway.

Only make his students drop like flies as he stands there helplessly.

Katsuki laughed quietly and disappeared into the dim parts of his living arrangements... waiting for his squad to return from their mini mission.

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Aizawa looked at his student who was covered in blood, messy body yet clean surroundings. This seemed personal, as if they wanted somebody to question what happened.. to dig into it.

Something Aizawa would not be doing..

Aizawa let a single tear of sympathy fall from his eye as he closed the eyes of the victim.. covering them up.. not allowing anyone else to see such a horrific sight.

The blood was enough, the cut open stomach and wide shot eyes were overkill.

"Sloppy.. and horrific." Aizawa muttered with pity for the parents of the victim.

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Aizawa made his way back to his quarters, worried phone calls being ignored as he stepped into the lightly lit area.

He walked straight to bed, phone on silent.. he didn't.. he couldn't deal with it at the moment..

He closed his eyes for a moment, allowing his body to de-stress.. until.. he heard a voice.

"Sloppy? I thought my squad did a pretty swell job making it look nice and neat." Katsuki whispered softly to Aizawa who still had his eyes closed... not wanting to see the face that matched the voice of who was speaking to him.

Stress filled his entire body.

"It's a shame that you spoke so badly about your students.. sloppy is a word that could never describe them.. and you know it."

Aizawa ignored him.. wishing this was all a sick dream.

"You should really apologize.. it hurts their feelings when you speak so sourly about their work." Katsuki muttered softly, bitter words falling off his tongue, painful as if they were acid.

Suddenly he felt a sharp object come into contact with his skin, barely grazing it.

"Fuck off.. fucking brats.. stop killing my students.." Aizawa mumbled, calm on the outside even if he felt like he was shitting bricks.

"Why? Just trying to get rid of some of the work you gotta do. Giving you a break ya know? So ungrateful."

Aizawa kept his eyes closed, ignoring Katsuki.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you."

"I said look at me!" Katsuki yelled and slammed his fist down on what Aizawa assumed to be one of his many desks.

Aizawa ignored him once more. Not giving him the attention he craved.

"Fine. Keep your damn eyes closed... but I don't want to see tears when I kill every single one of your pathetic students."

Aizawa's eyes flew open at the speed of light.. only to see nothing.. he got up quickly and searched every corner of his living arrangements.. empty.. Everything was empty. No sign of life other than the sleepily teacher.

Due to this little conversation Aizawa had with Katsuki.. he put his students in a protective care program..

Yet with the passing days.. he would receive a text from a different number each day.. with a picture of one of his students.. then the next day after receiving that message he would receive an organ from that said student.

He tried to contact his students and their temporary caregivers.. yet each time he tried.. they would only die quicker... After doing this the first couple of times he was scared to mass contact them.. all at once.. one he could imagine what could happen.

So he stood there, completely helpless.. watching his students drop like flies.

Doing exactly what Katsuki had wanted... suffering helplessly with nobody.. thinking it's all his fault.