The heros had made it to the specified base.

"Yo, you sure this is the right place? It doesn't seem like a legit place for a base. It looks abandoned." Asked Present Mic.

"Haven't you learned to never judge a book by its cover?" Asked Aizawa monotonously. He had been permitted to go on this mission by Nezu. The latter of whom would be babysitting the class along with Recovery Girl.

"Let's just go in. And get this done." Said Vlad. He just wanted to get back to UA and his class. This so-called villain base gave him the jitters.

Midnight nodded, strutting forward. She walked towards the door and opened it slowly.

"Well an unlocked Villain base is not suspicious at all."

"Vlad, if you don't want to be here, then leave." Retorted Aizawa, turning around to glare at the other hero.

"I'm good." He grimaced at the onyx eyes.

The four heroes made their way into the building. It was a purple and black bar, the paint on the walls peeling and clearly damaged but clean. The couch was matted but because of a lot of people sitting down. The TV was slightly cracked but looked to be functional. The rug had small stains on it but only from old juices and maybe alcohol.

No blood was anywhere, there were no villains in sight.

The makeshift bar area was on the left wall. All the glasses were shining and had no fingerprints, the alcohol was at the top of the shelf behind the bar on full display.

It looked touched yet untouched.

After looking around and seeing the place spotless, Vlad vocalized his concern. "Are we sure they we--"

"Hey what's that smell?" Midnight asked, she was near a staircase at the right corner of the presumably dining room. She had her right boot on the staircase, itching to go up. Eraserhead made his way forward to check out the smell.

"It's definitely upstairs. Are they up there? Surely they would have heard us."

"No but this smells like the perfume my makeup artist gives me." Mutters Midnight, slightly miffed.

If that jerk sells my scent to multiple customers, I might be upset because she said she made it for me. Only me. I thought we had a bond.

"Vlad, stay on the lookout for if the villains come here and are just out for a moment. In case that happens, get ready to call backup." Bossed Eraserhead.

Together, the three remaining heros left Vlad to the monsters of the first floor.

Upstairs there were a total of seven rooms. Together they all nodded and split up, each one going to the nearest room. The smell of quite a few candles were burning.

Is the League covering something up?

Mic went into the first room on the left, he opened it to see a bunk bed and a bunch of posters. On one side of the room we're a bunch of rock and classical bands as well as singular musical artists. On the other were pictures of Stain and forests.

The walls were red and the carpet was half navy blue and half grey.

It looks like three different people designed this room.

Other than the minimal decoration and the bunk bed, there wasn't really that much happening in the room. But there was a pin and two random pieces of paper folded on the wall.

Slowly, Mic pulled off the pin and took down the papers. Unfolding the notebook paper, he saw familiar handwriting. But before he had a chance to read it, he heard a loud, shrill scream. He bolted from the room, and across the hall into the room Nemuri went into. Once he got inside he slid into a fighting stance, ready to back up his friend.

But Aizawa was already in there, staring straight at the left wall. Nemuri was in front of him, on her knees, holding her hands to her mouth.

She was...crying? In front of a bed?

Taking a quick look around, Mic notices all the pink and reds in the room. There were heart stickers on the wall, red curtains, and a pink desk with zebra prints.

A kid's room? Nope, not a kid's room.

He looked to the right wall, right beside the desk and saw the rows upon rows of knives attached to the wall.

Mic walked further into the room to see what Nemuri was looking at.

On the bed, blankets undisturbed, was an extremely pale Toga. Her face was sunken in slightly, and her eyes closed. Her blanket came up to her waist and she was holding light blue flowers in her hands, which were situated on her stomach.

She was most definitely gone.

But she looked so peaceful.

"D--did..." Midnight cleared her throat. "Did Midoriya do....this?"

No one had an answer.

Aizawa's eyes were blown wide, unable to digest the new information, he began analyzing the room for clues.

Slowly Mic lifted the paper he still had in his hand. He opened the note.

His eyes widened with information. Inside the note was information on Twice and Spinner.

Their real names, how they were wronged by society, the ins and outs of their quirks, their acts of kindness.

Seemingly trivial knowledge. Yet in the end everything seemed to matter now.

They were people too. Sometimes heros forget that when trying to stop them.

Mic knew he was not an exception as he read through the notes.

Midoriya understood.

"Hey...Sh--Shota?" Mic looked over at his best friend, only to find the black clad man looking down at a similar note. Slowly they made eye contact. Mic nodded, "So you found one too. Is it hers?"

Eraserhead nodded and walked towards Mic. Together they leaned in and compared the notes.

Same person wrote these. And since they hold the same format as Midorriya's notes, we can definitely know this was him. But why?

"Does this mean that the rest are... dead too?" Midnight's voice faltered.

Mic and Aizawa jumped, not noticing the heroine walk behind them and read over their shoulders.

"I dunno." Muttered Aizawa.

There was silence.

"I found these in presumably Spinner and Twice's room before I ran in here." Mic whispered.

Soberly they walked out of Toga's room and into the one Mic originally trekked to.

They saw the modge podge of colors and walked up to the bunk beds.

On the bottom was Twice, who looked peacefully sleeping. His face was blank but calm. Spinner was on the top, also looking relaxed. Spinner was a lighter shade of green, almost looking translucent. Twice was pale as well, and his mask was laying next to his head on the pillow.

Both had the covers up halfway and holding an assortment of blue flowers.

They made their way to the other bedrooms and found similar cleaned rooms, and calm corpses.

A frightening display was put on in Compress's room. It was like all the others, but the body had the remains of deep blemishes and burns. There had clearly been healing cream put on the corpse to clean up the burns slightly. It looked similar to the cream a coroner would put on a dead body in the morgue.

Later were Dabi and Shigarai's rooms. Similar to all the others, their rooms were clean and they lay lifeless on the bed. However both and a soft smile on their faces. It was sad to see them with smiles that showed genuine happiness. Especially when they were dead.

It made the three heros sad. They read every detail on the notes, taking pictures of each before they placed them back on the wall.

It seemed wrong to take the notes. And they didn't want to move the corpses. Everything felt wrong.

Kurogiri's room was sad as well. As the final full room at the end of the hallway, it was shocking to see a half transformed body on the bed.

Kirogiri's hair was blue fading into purple at the tips, his hands and legs were an eerily pale skin tone, similar to a corpse who had been dead a long time. But the face wasn't sunken, and the body didn't look like it was decaying. He had no metal neck plate on, and he looked shockingly familiar to the three heros.

It took a while to settle in before they picked up the note.

There was no doubt about it, Kurogiri was a nomu version of Oboro.

But the trio couldn't digest this and just stood in shock.

They placed the note back, everything feeling as if it was going to crush them. The ceiling seemed too close to their heads, the walls moving inward. They were about to get crushed.

After quickly leaving, they move to the other two rooms, one being more of a spare and the other housing many snacks.

Every room was clean, the corpses held flowers and seemed to be handled professionally. Each room had a candle, which downplayed the smell of death. All the different candles combined is what caused the odd smell to enter the air.

They gathered a worried Vlad and headed back to UA. Vlad drove them in his car and every so often looked back to see the three looking down at their lap or out the windows.

The three definitely would never be the same again.