"We're leaving it up to you to convince Stain to join us, so try not to get stabbed." Dabi says as he pulls me onto a chair infront of stain.

"Wait what, why me?" I ask.

"Yeah why him." Shiggy says. I don't really appreciate his tone.

"How many times do we have to tell you that we don't need you getting stabbed again and ruining our chances." Dabi says getting a little irritated.

"What so you'd rather I get stabbed! Well sorry,  I can't I'm meeting someone tomorrow and I don't have a phone." I say while trying to get up.

Dabi pushes me back down. "We're not trying to get you stabbed, we're making you do it because we know that you've got the least chance of getting stabbed." Wow Dabi, that makes me feel so much better now.

"Wait did you say that your meeting someone tomorrow. Who is it, is it a girl." Toga says as she pushes Dabi out the way suddenly spiking in energy.

"No it's not a girl, its a boy." I tell her.

"Huh, are you gay?" 

"Wha-" I hear a cough and we all turn to see stain still standing there with a knife in his hand. I can't believe we actually forgot about a serial killer, the guy we're trying to recruit. Plus he's still holding a knife.

"Welp it's your turn now kid, do your best." Dabi pats me on the shoulder before him and the rest of the league go as far back as possible to watch this all play out. I actually hate them so much what do they expect me to say.

I face stain to see that he's fairly tall with a muscular build. He has messy black hair and no nose. He's wearing a mask to hide his face and for some reason he's also wearing a red scarf around his neck and two bandages wrapped around his arm, but I think they're just for fashion.

"Um hi. M-my n-n-name is-" I start.

"Get to the point." Stain snarls which might of made me flinch a little.

"S-sorry."

"Your doing great. No he isn't." I hear twice say from behind me.

I take a deep breath trying to calm my nerves,, but to be honest the way Stain is glaring at me really isn't helping.

"S-so we want y-you to join t-the league." I say fiddling with my fingers. This is a really horrible start isn't it.

"I'll tell you the same thing I told that guy the last time they tried to recruit me. I have no interest in joining a group that just wants to murder with no real conviction." He growls while getting surprisingly closer to me with his knife.

"Oh damn, he ain't making it out alive is he." Dabi says.

"Yeah well its better that way." Says a voice which I think was Mustard's. I'm glad to know how much he cares about me.

"No real conviction? Now that I think about it why are we trying to kill All Might? Is that even really possible, or a good idea? I mean society has been built around All Might as a pillar so once he collapses the whole of society will come crashing down with him. But I guess that's what we would want." I suddenly feel a cold material held up against my face and I realise that I was muttering. I look up to see Stain very unamused and I'm pretty sure I'm about to die.

"This was a waste of my time so I'll make up for it by first getting rid of people like you who plague this world." He says slightly drawing blood from my cheek.

"Do it." I say, looking dead serious. "I've already tried to die once, you killing me now wouldn't make a difference to me." I'm pretty sure the hero killer hesitated for a second, not expecting that kind of response.

"I'm not afraid to die."

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"I'm not afraid to die." The little green haired boy infront me says with pure determination. He doesn't waver for a second like he was before as he glares at me and won't look away. I can tell that society has broken this boy and I wouldn't be surprised if it also has something to do with the fakes roaming the streets.

I remove my blade that's resting on the boys cheek and I stand up straight.

"I see some promise in you." I tell him 

"Why don't you try and convince me again in a few months, I will make sure to follow you without fuss but for now I would like to be taken back to the City." 

An expression of surprise fills the boys face. With that innocent look you would never have believed that he was hurting so bad.

"Hold on a minute. You can't just leave like that." I hear the annoying pale blue haired man say as he marches towards me. I stab him in the arm, not wanting to deal with him right now and pull out the blade.

"Oh right you have a paralysis quirk right, Shiggy told me that you paralysed him that other time." The boy says totally ignoring the screams of pain and commotion behind him.

"I'm guessing you need to ingest the blood for your quirk to work since your tongue is a bit wierd. There has to be a time limit right? So I'm guessing its either by blood type or the amount of blood you ingest..." He continues rambling on for a while till the mist guy in the suit calms down the chaos in this room. Mist guy is finally gonna let me leave and opens a portal back to the city I was just in. I turn around to look at the league once more before I leave then say, "It's based on blood type." I walk through the portal ignoring the death glares the hand guy was giving me.

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"Hah, Shiggy still got stabbed and he wasn't even the one doing the talking." Dabi laughs.

"Shut up, can't you see I'm in pain here. Its all that little idiots fault how come I got stabbed but he didn't. And why is he ignoring me and writing in that stupid notebook of his." Shiggy complains.

"For next time." I tell him before focusing back onto my notebook again.

I can hear Shiggy still complaining in the background and my hands won't stop shaking. The events that unfolded just caught up to me. I was so close to being killed by the hero killer and I told him to do it. I'm so stupid. My hand is still shaking and I can't write properly and the noise in the background is giving me a headache. 

I've finally had enough so I tell them, "I'm leaving for a little bit." I don't know if they all heard me but I leave anyway and put my notebook back in my bag.

I'm walking through the city and the sun is setting quickly. There's not many people on the streets now but as I turn the corner to a familiar neighbourhood the amount of people decrease even more. Just incase someone I know comes around I decide to move onto the rooftops. I'm jumping from roof to roof aiming to get to my mother's house but instead on my way I see Kacchan and his parents walking through the neighbourhood. I'm guessing they all went out somewhere and are just getting back.

I was going to ignore them but I hear something that made me stay.

"So katsuki how was therapy." Uncle Masaru asks. Since when did Kacchan need therapy, is it cause of me.

"I fucking hate therapy, why do I need to go anyway." Kacchan snaps.

"It's really important that you go to therapy cause I think the whole Izuku situation has taken a toll on you." Aunty says.

"What toll, Deku is still alive so how has anything taken a big enough toll on me that I need therapy." 

Wait what?

I look over to uncle and aunty to see that they have a pained expression on there face. Why is Kacchan the only one who still thinks I'm alive? I decide to continue following them but I make sure that I'm even more hidden now. Kacchan gets irritated and runs ahead of his parents.

"Masaru what are we supposed to do, I don't like this." Aunty says with tears in her eyes once Kacchan is out of sight.

"Well there's nothing we can do, the therapist said that we shouldn't do anything to interfere or influence Deku's existence." There nearing there house and I still haven't heard all the specifics. 

Thats not a problem though since Aunty stops and looks at Uncle before saying, "Our son is hallucinating and we're just supposed to do nothing. Katsuki has never been able to express his feelings and now it's gotten so bad that he's imagining that Izuku is still here, how am I supposed to just watch it all play out and hope after time he'll realise that Izu is dead." She says as tears pour down her face. Uncle Masaru hugs her, trying to calm her down and stop her tears.

I leave and continue to make my way to my house to see mum, although I can't help thinking about Kacchan. I thought he hated me, so why is hallucinating that I'm still here. Is it cause of guilt? Questions swirl around my head and I don't even realise that I've arrived at my destination.

I carefully walk around my house to look for which room mum is in and I finally find her in the living room. I look through the window to see what she's doing. She's sitting on the couch working on her computer with the TV on in the background. I try to look closer and when she turns her head towards the window i can see that she's got dark circles under her eyes and her eyes are red. A wave of overwhelming guilt hits me and I feel a tear drip down my face. My mum stands up to go to the kitchen and I can see that she's lost a lot of weight. This is all my fault isn't it, but it's to late to do anything now.

"I'm sorry mum."