I passed out after my match with Todoroki and only woke up in time for the award cermony. I had lost my match but it didn't bother me because I completed my mission, well sub-mission. To raise Todoroki to his full potential. I scored a another thing as well--Shinso was waiting for me when I woke up and asked me to train him, it was obvious my words had made an impact on him. My original mission was also semi-accomplished as I definitely made an impression during the Sports Festival, maybe a bit too much of an impression.

After the award ceremony was finished we were all sent back to the dorm rooms and it was announced that everyone had special permission to go home and celebrate with their family. All those who were leaving had to sign a slip which their homeroom teacher would keep as record of them leaving the school and would then give each student who was leaving a pass to hand in at the gate. It was standard procedure.

I rush out the gate, phone in hand and bag on my back-- Hazama has to come and pick me up as I am unable to fetch my bike as the garage is locked up. Suddenly a voice shouts my name, "Deku wait!"

I quickly turn around to see Uraraka, Ashido and Asui all smiling at me; suspicious.

To be honest I don't have the capacity to deal with them at the moment. I need to go back to the bar as I'm supposed to be meetingn with Stain; Shigaraki conveniently forgot to tell me that the meeting was today!

Thankfully, Kurogiri took care of Stain this morning, saying their leader was not here and would be back later this afternoon, so I need to be there as soon as possible. Apparently he is to be giving the report on all the Heroes he's managed to kill from the list we gave him--and possibly a few others knowing him.

Come on now smile!

"O-oh hey guys!" I chirped so happily and brightly I could swear the background turned pink and sparkly behind me.

"We were wondering if you would like to come to the train station with us." Ashido demanded more than asked. She is a bubbly and social personality, the life of the party.

I'm very suspicious now, why do they want to do that? And how did they know I usually take the train or is Ashido just that observant with these things? Troublesome.

I activate analyst; my eyes brighten and pupils narrow as I look them all over. I don't have enough time to scrutinize them each individually so I have to do a group sweep which is not nearly as reliable.

'Hmm they clearly seem to have hidden intentions. Can't exactly pinpoint them though, however, I bet my left foot that they want to question me. Truth be told I would love to mess with them and create even more confusion but, I have a very important meeting to attend to.'

"Oh. I-I can't, sorry." I cut Ashido off from her long winded explanation,"S-Someone else is taking me home today." I elaborate and crack a nervous smile, they don't believe me.

"Oh come on now! This will be fun, we were planning to go shopping before going to the train station!" Mina explains and tries to frogmarch me down the street, which of course fails--I'm too heavy.

"I'm sorry b-but I can't. I need to get home!"

I shake my head and let out an exasperated breath when they just wouldn't give up! Suddenly my phone rings and I flinch at the sudden noise before fishing it out my pocket.

"Hello Young Master, I assume you were calling me to come and pick you up." Hazama near purrs into the phone. I've told him not to call me that!

"Yes I'm w-well thank you." I pause as if he was saying something on the other side, "you're leaving the house now? Okay cool, do you think you could bring my old green duffel bag please? Yes that one." I affirm to the silent Hazama. You see Hazama and I had made up a bunch of code phrases so, that we could have sensitive conversations without anyone getting suspicious. Old green duffel bag translates to cheap ordinary car, something that could blend into the crowd. "See you soon." I say out of habit.

"Understood, I'll be there in ten minutes." He says smoothly in that silky voice of his.

I hang up and smile slightly, Hazama truly is an amazing guy and the best servant ever. His Quirk is known as Perfection; basically he can do anything he is taught perfectly, without a hitch but there's a limit as to what he can do (four tasks at once) and if overuses it he is cursed with dreadful luck for a whole day--everything just goes horribly wrong. So, because of the drawbacks it's classified as an Ordinary type Quirk: not suited for Hero work or causes murder directly.

Hazama actually came in only two minutes, I had been chatting with the group of girls who had offered to wait for me, in a small black Toyota Mini--the model from two years ago I believe. I think it was either one of the maids cars or one from the many my dad has (company cars) I really don't know as I hardly ever stay at the manor as most of the time I am in the dorms or at the bar.

I wave goodbye and utter a see you tomorrow before hopping into the car with lightning speed.

"T-That was close." I mutter, mainly to myself once we were on the road. I look up and see Hazama sitting there patiently, a knowing smile on his face, and that's when I finally drop the façade.

Slumping back into the seat, I loosen my awfully done tie, take off my blazer and shirt in one smooth motion, which revealed a black tank top and tightly bound bandages; courtesy of Recovery Girl. With difficulty I slipped into black jeans and pulled a shirt over my head--let me tell you changing your clothes is one of the hardest things you can do in a car.

"Young Master I notice that you are hurt shall I organise an appointment with our master healer." Hazama asks, concerned, glancing me over without taking his focus off the road.

I shake my head while pulling on a dark red blazer, which had been thoughtfully placed in the car, and changing my shoes to a pair of black sneakers. Finally, I clipped my knives and gun, fully loaded, onto my belt.

"Where shall I be taking you, young master?" Hazama asks in his silky voice, when we stop at a traffic light.

"Please don't call me that!" I hiss to which he just smirks.

"The bar. I have a meeting." I huff, my tone impatient and commanding. It felt great to let the mask down for a bit.

My mind wanders over to the meeting and a smirk fights its way onto my face, I can't wait to scare the shit out of the Hero killer.

I may not agree with his whole philosophy of 'killing off anyone who doesn't deserve the title of Hero' but that doesn't mean he isn't useful.

Because to him any Hero (who wasn't All Might) who drinks up the spotlight or strives for their own goals should die, it's something that is easily twisted to our advantage as we practically share the same ideology.
Although we on the other hand like to question them, find out their motives, drives, backstory--what did they do and why did they do it-- and if they deserve it, we treat them like the villain they are. We slowly destroy their pride, humble them, point out their flaws and then, I reveal the twisted ways of this world to them, if they don't already know. I question them, ask if they understand and want to join our cause (most do) and if that doesn't work then well, we leave their fate up to them. If you don't want to join us than die or continue living a lie. (By the end of it most of them are normally begging for death.) We've been doing it like that for the past thirteen years or so--when my dad and All For One met.

Hazama stops in front of a shabby and run down looking bar, which looks alot better in the inside, it's just so that we can blend in with our surroundings but inside it is super classy--has an almost Victorian vibe to it. A modern retro vibe is what I think it is called; rich woods, repurposed antiques and modern technology.

I entered the building in a frantic hurry but, it turns out I am half an hour early -- Kurogiri tricked me. Should have exexpected it really

"Izuku!" Toga cooes and flings herself at me, her grip like a bear trap, before spinning around and around while dragging me along as if I was her favourite toy--which I was.

She finally stops twirling around and I can finally take a good look at her, she is wearing her gift from the rest of the League.(Her new favourite 'toy' )

It is like a backpack but instead of a bag there are two durable glass cylinders, with screw off caps, and two large needles attached to two translucent pink tubes that were hooked up to the top of the cylinders but could detach for easier use. There were also settings for the speed of blood extraction, something she was overjoyed about. There were pockets on the sides (they had cute cat designs stitched on them) to hold her knives and whatever else she wants. It suited her motif very well; cute and deadly.

"Oi Toga when will you ever learn. Izuku has to be referred to as boss or Reaper when he's here." Dabi snarks, his smile provocative. He's trying to frustrate me.

"Alright then if you call me boss then I will have to call you by your real name then Dabi~" I jest, a sneer transforming my face.

"Fine, fine you win." He sighs, admitting defeat.

I wander over to our newest member: Twice. He joined a few months earlier, the promise of reliable and perhaps a cure for his, unintentional, self-inflicted mental trauma.

I slide up to the bar and attack Kurogiri in a big hug, which leads to a doggy pile. We joke around, chat and play video games, Tomura being the victor. However; as soon as the lookout condenses from the air it is time to get serious, for Stain has arrived. Kurogiri straightens everything and everyone up and I mentally prepare myself.

He's a sicko after all but then again, aren't we all?

I sneered as I started thinking deeply about it, who would the sicker one between me and him? Probably me.

"Ahh welcome back Mr Hero Killer." I hear Toga near sings to him, I chuckle, only Toga.

"Today is a very special day today." Toga continues in a creepy, far off voice. Did she practice this? "Oh why is that?" he inquires, unfazed by her psycho smile. "Well today is the day you meet the true boss, well boss to be. He is the true mastermind of all this." She sighs in admiration. I can hear Shigaraki mutter from all the way over hear!

"Oh okay." He is not even ruffled that she abandoned him in my ominous meeting room, otherwise known as my reveal room.

There is an intimidating black swivel chair adorned with twisting devil horns behind a large black desk and a faded Persian rug covered the wooden floor. Stain noticed it was more to cover up whatever was on the floor than as decoration. The room was bathed in ghostly green light thanks to the chandelier hanging from the ceiling(it resembled a torture device more than a light fixture) The whole room looked like it came straight out of hell; fitting for the son of 'Lucifer'.

"Sit." I command and like a newly trained dog he begrudgingly obeys.

"You are the one they call 'Hero killer' right? Otherwise, known as Stain or the Bloody terror." Stain says nothing, sensing this was going somewhere, "To be honest I'm not really one for titles so I'll just call you by your real name" Stain scoffed he wasn't telling anyone his real name, no matter who they may be,"Is that alright with you Minkou Haru?" It wasn't a question, it was a threat.

'Know your place and know mine, I have eyes and ears everywhere.' Is what it means.

I hear him swallow, an uncontrollable reflex, his emotions rolling off of him, despite his unchanging facial expression. Fear, anger, shock, blood-lust (that was the strongest). A quick way to remedy the issue is a knife in between his toes; the bloodlust is controlled.

I swivel around and a bone chilling smile broke my boyish facial features when his eyes tripled in size and mouth slacked open "A kid! Is this some kind of joke!" The Hero Killer spits out.

My face darkened and in a split-second I appeared behind him, my eyes glowing with excess energy the promise of pain.

"I recommend you hold your disrespectful tongue around me or else..." I threaten.

"Or else what?!" He yells with a defiant grin on his pale, marred face.

"I will cut it out!" I whiper; an insane and twisted smile plastered on my face. I saunter back to my desk and plopped down without a care in the world.

"Lets get down to business, shall we?" I lean forward and grabbed one of the files, not once looking at him.

I flip through it carelessly, I was tempted to put my feet up on my desk but that would ruin the other files so I decided against it.
Just this week he has killed sixteen of the people on our list, they weren't all Heroes, one was a cruel quirk scientists who experimented on kids, a corrupted diplomat and a few other worthless people of government. The rest were Heroes -- all selfish and corrupted breakers of morality and the law, the true criminals.

"This is good. Despite my doubts you managed to fulfill your weekly quota without a hitch." I murmur, before placing the file in my file draw. "This list here is a bit more to your taste." This catches his attention and I throw the file at him.

He picks it up and flips through it and sharply nods.

"Those are the only people you shall harm. Once you have finished this list you will return here and receive your final order and then and only then, shall you receive your promised compensation." I give him an obviously fake bright smile, which was far scarier than my twisted lear just because it looked so out of place.

"And remember the ones on that list are the only ones you may harm.
Don't you dare go behind my back with this one okay?" I glare at him while playing with my knife. Stain froze, I knew he went behind my back on the last job and attacked Ingenium; for that he will be getting less payment. (He's not just driven by his ideology. You have to eat.)

He nods slowly and I dismiss him with a wave of my hand. Once he is gone I pull out a white box from a drawer in my desk and carefully open it -- the contents inside were very precious to me and if anything happened to them... well let's just say I'd have bodies to bury.

I mean come on who doesn't like mini marshmallows?