Nakamura stood still, face contorted in horror. The sight before him is beyond horrible, like hell.

The blood coated the ring that stood on the middle of the room, adjustable metal spikes pointing inward. Cameras were set Everywhere along with televisions. As a detective, he can tell what had happened here. He can tell...but he wished he couldn't.

He stepped forward, the green light above his head flickering constantly like a light bug. Taking out his phone, he started taking pictures, never leaving out a clue.

He walked around until he reached the backroom...

He almost gagged in disgust.

Five metal cages were lined up, two of them locked with corpse inside of them. The smell hit his nose, it was obviously rotting.

As he went on closer, he realized something; those are corpses of children. Then Izuku's face flashed before him...guilt hit him like a truck. His heart clenched painfully as he thought of the kid as a part of his lead when obviously... Now that he saw these things...he is the only surviving victim.

The tears is ready to flow but he didn't let them. Instead, he took the pictures of the rotting corpse hoping that he would find their parents or at least be sent for a proper burial. Nakamura is not a religious person, yet he felt like praying for the souls in the building

No matter... He told himself; I'm doing my work and I will justify everything.

He kneeled in front of the two cages.

The faces and skin of the corpses sunk in, eyes melted back on their skull and hair sticking up to what left of their flesh. One thing he noticed is their green hospital gown clothes, the same as Izuku.

"Fuck" he groaned. Now everyone can tell that he is a victim.

He reached out for the lock but he noticed that they are rusting because of blood along with the metal bars.

The detective stood up searching for any papers. And there it was...a shelf full of files. He cursed because he forgot to bring his bag. Those are some useful and probably will help him solve this large puzzle.

If he was correct.

This is an underground coliseum, wherein they kill each other for survival.

The question is...where are the bodies?

And how did Izuku survive?

...

"Bakugou, you should watch Midoriya" The blonde teen was shocked by what the half and half teen said. He growled before shoving the taller teen away.

"You pulled me behind the school to say that? Fuck off bastard!"he exclaimed before grabbing his collar. " Is that a threat? Are you trying to grab Izuku from me huh?" He shoved him on the ground before pointing a finger.

"Know what? You've been stalking my boyfriend for days now. You think I didn't notice? Asshole, you should be the one watching your back!"

Shouto groaned in pain before trying to sit up, looking at the blonde teen. "I'm  trying to save him Bakugou. Please. Its for yours and his sake!" The sudden outburst surprised Katsuki. The impassive nerdy secretary shouted?

The blonde teen clicked his tongue before turning his back. "I always kept an eye on him idiot. I've always known that something changed in him" he spat angrily. "Don't think that you're the only one who noticed"

His face is giving of how troubled he is, the concern showing in his eyes. And right there, Shouto knew that he indeed understood the situation at hand. Izuku had changed, for better of for worse, they had no choice but to look into it.

"Why didn't you ask him then?" The half and half teen asked, slowly standing up on his feet. "That should've been so much easier right?"

Katsuki growled, "You think I didn't try? He always answered, ' I'm fine ' with a fucking smile. I can't just pull up the answer from his throat" he said, tone decreasing from anger to soft sadness. "I just can't do it"

Of course they knew that they can't. Whatever the thing that Izuku is bothered about or hell he's been through, they knew that he kept it inside. Buried very deep that even love can't pull it up.

"Just hope that he won't turn into something...worse" Shouto said, "Just like what happened to my mother"

The blonde teen looked up, "what do you mean?"

The taller man leaned on the wall, a deep sigh escaped his lips. "My mother is mentally ill. And I can see the same changes on your boyfriend. I'm afraid...he might as well be -" he stopped, letting Katsuki digest the words he said. And when he finally did, his hazel brown eyes looked down on the floor...a frown on his face.

"Fuck no" he whispered but he can't be sure and that's why he didn't shout his answer like before. He wasn't confident and he is in doubt.

...

If you think about it.

Wouldn't it be easier to accept the one you love no matter who they are and what they've become?

Easier to say, harder to do.

That's the only thing that revolved in Izuku's head as he listened on the teacher before him. His pen tapping the table silently.

Will Katsuki be able to accept who he is?

Or will he be discarded?

If so...

What would he do?

Only one answer popped out of his mind.

' Just kill yourself like you should've done before you left that hell hole '

Why?

' Because your no human anymore. Your a monster, a killer, a murderer '

The pen snapped into two and everyone turned their heads towards him.