Izuku's POV

What a pretty girl. Her face is so soft while she sleeps, and it's just as I remember it. I tilt my head to the side as I watch her small chest fall up and down. Her short brown hair falls over her face ever so slightly and I resist the urge to brush it away. I feel a smile growing on my face. Such a small fragile creature... I remember a time when she had feelings for me...

That's right. The girl my body towers over is Ochaco Uraraka. No worries though, the small girl remains asleep.

I let out a sigh and it's odd because the softest noise I have made, managed to make her stir. Not enough to wake her up though.

I stand in her dorm room and look around the oh so familiar surroundings. All the hours I spent in here studying or goofing off. I haven't seen her in a long time. Three year to be exact.

Ochaco is one that I used to miss the most. Key word: Used.

I've decided I'm going to wake her up. I want to hear her sweet little voice once again in a calm environment. 

My hand gently rests on her shoulder and she groans softly, before sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She hasn't seen me yet.

I beam with delight. "Hello Uraraka-chan." She flinches and looks at me with sleepy eyes. Her pupils dilate and she opens her mouth in fear.

Shit

I lunge forward and place my gloved hand on her mouth.

"Hey hey hey, shhhh, I'm not real!" I say quickly as she fights against my hold. She's making muffled squeals. "Ochaco please! I'm not real! You're dreaming!".

And my play time begins.... What a fun game this will be.

She stops fighting and her big brown eyes look at me with a sadness that only a child could possibly poses. I keep my hand firm on her mouth and really look at her. 

She's the same as I remember but... More mature. Yes, Her body is what I mean. Everything about her is more complete. Not so kid like and more like a young women. She's no longer a childs scribble drawing but truly a piece of Picasso himself! I guess three years really can change a person.

I watch as her eyes grow glossy with tears and I begin to wonder why she's going to cry. I make the executive decision to remove my hand from her mouth. 

She bites her bottom lip and looks to the floor.

"Every time I see you, you aren't real." Her voice is a mere whisper. "I thought I'd stopped dreaming about you a year ago, but here you are again."

I tilt my head. "I know. I'm sorry but I just wanted to see you again." So she's dreamed about me before. That's interesting. 

"I've really, really missed you." She swings her legs over the edge of the bed, so her feet touch the floor, but it's intentional that she isn't making eye contact with me. She can't look at me.

Be the Izuku she remembers

"Hey now, you know I've missed you too!" I say with a tone I can hardly remember. The sweetness of my voice is enough to give me a cavity, or even diabetes. My finger flinches with my discomfort, but it was small enough that she did not see.

I move forward and sit on the bed next to her, she recoils as I do so. My mouth turns up into a frown.

"What is it?" I ask and She falters. Uraraka-chan, you know it's just me. I can't hurt you... I would never hurt you."

Would is an interesting word. It could either refer to the current state or the past state. If I had said 'I could never hurt you' that would be different, alas we'll never quite know will we?

"Why are you here?" She asks abruptly with a certain rage. "Haven't you tortured my mind enough?!"

Have I? Have I really though?

I do my best to look hurt. "I'm-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to harm you. You know I wou- I'm sorry."

She narrows her sad, puppy dog eyes at me.

"Your clothes." She says bluntly.

I blink at her. "Huh?" Now it's my turn to be confused.

"They always appear the same yet tonight they are different. Why?" Is she really suspicious of me?

"Oh um..." I look down at my attire. "Maybe you saw this recently and dressed my body in it? I am only a figment of your imagination after al-"

"I'm not stupid." She says, cutting me off. Annoying, annoying, annoying. "You never used to talk like that! You never used to dress like that! And the deadest give away is you're taller than you were."

Mother fucker, why must this be complicated? Just let me have funnnn for onceeee

I'm growing tired of this conversation, all I wanted was to see my 'dear' friend again. Is that to much for a guy to ask for? Apparently so. 

I spring up from her bed, and crouch down between her legs so I'm below her.

"My dear, I assure you, it's nothing. I'm not real. I'm sorry."

"No! You aren't in my head! I dreamt you the same way for 2 years! How I remembered you! I couldn't just change you!" Tears roll down her face now. Feelings are sooooo fucking gross. "I like the way you were!"

I bring my gloved hand up and wipe the tears off her face. My lips are tugged into a soft smile. The black fabric on my hand absorbs the moisture, but it finds a way to seep into the creases of my finger, particles of Ochaco entering my body. How delightful. I practically shudder at the very thought of her genetic makeup in my blood stream.

"Hey." I whisper. "What is this? Tears for me? Haven't you shed enough my dear? I am not deserving of all this sadness."

She blinks quickly staring me directly in the eye. My green eyes sparkle with delight as her brown ones flick back and fourth analyzing me.

"I just want to see you smile. You're smile is something I've held onto. Can you do that for me? Smile more?"

"Please..." She whimpers.

I feel my pupils enlarge and my pulse quickens. I have her here in the palm of my hand. Literally. Her head is in my hands, and her mind is one I hold onto.

Her very being is tethered to me like a leash is a dog. But here is the funny thing about leashes and dogs...

One fast, meaningful, and careful flick of my wrist and that dogs neck SNAPS! Dead, Dead, Dead.

The poor puppers blood seeps onto the concrete at my feet and I laugh and laugh! Their crippled body and the deformed neck lay so helpless waiting for me to pick it up again and pretend for it to be an accident, but it's no accident! Oh no! 

I giggle as I watch the red pool grow, getting my shoes dirty but I don't mind. How big will it get? Will it keep growing until the entire world is engulfed in the puppies sweet blood? What a delicious crimson it would paint everyone!!! Good or bad, young or old, they'd all be one of the same. All bloody ass mess.

Kind of like me.

For only a moment, I think about painting the world in Ochaco's blood, but part of me thinks it won't spread like the dogs. That takes the fun out of it.

So her leash remains in tact for the time bein-

Suddenly, a sharp pain explodes in my chest as my body flies across the room. I struggle to breathe from the ground, my hand instinctively goes up against my chest. My vision blurs as I look up at Ocaco. She has venom mixed with the tears in her eyes, contrasting each other like black and white. Her leg is being set down onto the ground once more.

She kicked me.

That bitch kicked me across the fucking room!

My chest heaves as it attempts to suck in any air it can, but it's suffocating. It's like I'm drowning but without the chance of death.

Pitiful.

Fuck, I think she broke a rib.

"STOP IT!" She yells.  These walls must be hella sound proof. "I know what you are." He voice quiets to my relief.

I place a hand behind my back and grip a familiar handle, one that has sealed to many others fate...

"O-oh? D-do you.... n-now?" My chest falters with every word. 

"Yes I do." She says with determination. She stands, towering above my crumpled body, a few feet away but still close. 

I clench the item behind my back harder, tilting it slightly. I'm ready for action as soon as she says the word. 

"You're a-"

My muscles twitch and my hand flinches, a split second away from throwing.

A villain

"A ghost."

I force my hand to stop moving. The blade in my hand falls slack, disappointed that it hadn't made contact with flesh tonight.

"P-pardon?" I stutter while slyly slipping the blade back into it's original place.

"You're a ghost. A spirit. You're dead." She is so confident about this it bewilders me. "That's why you're different. This is the way you looked when you died. You're saying your final goodbyes before you ascend into the after life."

Oh my fucking god, PLEASEEEE don't laugh right now! This is to funny for me to handle.

I smile and tilt my head down. "Was I that obvious?"

She gives me a nod as more tears roll down her face, but she's not sobbing at least. "I'm sorry you died Deku-kun."

Pffttttttt "Me too." I say with sadness.

Someone give me a god damn Grammy! Look at this! I'm an amazing actor.

"That's why my kick didn't hurt you." She said softly. Ummmm, objection? That hurt like hell. How did she not see it?

 I smile and nod though, I can't possibly fail now...

I begin to slowly stand up, even through the pain. "Not even a scratch." I assure her.

"I'm still sorry I kicked you. I didn't want to kick a ghost." She whispers. "I didn't even know I could."

"Well, the more you know I guess." I shrug, and holy SHIT did that hurt!

"It looks like ghosts being pale isn't fake though. You're complexion is hideous." She states. I clench my jaw. Did she just...

"Haha, yeah." My mouth moves for my mind thankfully. The words out of my mouth may have been a bit more... Colorful.

Cue awkward silence.

She steps towards me after a minute. "So, is this goodbye? For real?"

I nod. "For real." I confirm.

This is way to easy.

She wraps her arms around me and my eyes widen in disgust, but all I can do is wrap mine around her as well.

I didn't sign up for this.

"G-goodbye Izuku. I'm going to miss you." She cries again. For god sake how much can this girl cry?!

"Yeah. Keep smiling just like I asked, okay?" I say with a fake smile. My face hurts from smiling.

She nods and pulls away from me, wiping her own face.

"I wish you weren't dead." She whispers to me.

"Me too, my dear. Me too." Bleh gross. "hey, I have other people to say bye to, so..."

"Oh. Okay." She says walking back towards her bed. She looks over her shoulder at me as I move towards her door.

"I'll always love you Izuku."

That's platonic I promise. Or at least I hope.

"Yeah. Okay." And then I dash out the door and into the hallway.

Wasn't that a nice goodbye? No it wasn't. I was getting bored. 

Can I be honest for a second?

I was going to kill her. I wanted to see her blood spill onto the floor. When she hugged me, I could've done it so easily, but I didn't. Obviously I didn't, for the soft girl still breathes alone in her bedroom. It makes me uneasy. If it weren't for my previous killing of the night, she'd be dead. That's why I went to see her after all, but I had a change of heart. No... of mind. 

Something not a lot of people know is everyone's blood is a different color. A different shade, if you will. All unique in their thickness, shade, and shine and I want to know what color hers is.

I want to know Ochaco's blood.

But my time will come. Someday, I'll be the one to snap the leash along with her neck. I'll see her blood paint the world. Just not now.

Not yet.

I walk down the dark hallway and pull out a piece of paper and a pen quickly scribbling out some words and placing it carefully in a certain location. It's all I needed to do and then I leave. I walk right out.

For now, the leash is long but slowly I pull it closer ready to act upon my wishes and desires.

The little puppies neck remains, as it carelessly scampers about...

Not knowing the grave danger it is truly in.

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SOOOOOOO I UPDATED ON TIME AHHHHHH!!!!!!!

I'm so proud of myself ^.^

I know this entire chapter was Izuku's POV but I needed it that way. And this chapter was long, so you can tell I fizzled out in some places.

*Whispers* I also have a planned plot Owo

I really hope you enjoyed and thank you all so much for following and commenting! I appreciate it so, so much! Hopefully I'll be back next week with an update, but we'll see.

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~Rin