Grapes

Touya watched as Uraraka approached Katsuki and asked him to go to the gym with her. That was the third time this week. 

They're getting too close, do something.

Himiko was here that today, so he stayed behind with her to talk about it. The classroom was dark, as the lights had been turned off when the students left for lunch. He leaned against the windowsill by his desk, looking out the window until she made her presence known.

"Tenko's going to be visiting the class later," Was the introduction he gave.

She nodded, "That's nice. Tell him I'll be at the next game night," To which he nodded back.

"I've also noticed you're close to that Uraraka girl. Do you have any information on her?"

The blonde narrowed her eyes, "Why do you wanna know?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"She's been getting too friendly with Katsuki lately, I'm disposing of her," Touya also crossed his arms in a challenging gesture.

Sadly, challenging Himiko wasn't enough to catch her before she had a knife at his throat, a deranged grin on her face but her eyes menacingly glaring at him and her eyebrows raised sadistically.

"You've forgotten you're not the only killer in this room, Dabi-Sama," Himiko's grin fell from her face, "You'll leave Ochaco-Chan out of this, or I'll have yours and Katsuki's head on a platter."

He chuckled nervously, though he stopped when the blade pressed further into the skin of his neck, nearly drawing blood from his jugular. Touya raised both hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay. Calm down, I'll leave the brunette alone."

The nineteen-year-old studied him for a moment more before lowering the knife and skipping back happily, returning to her enthusiastic personality with all remnants of her previous mood gone.

"I'm glad!" She smiled, "Also, you said Tenko-Kun would be visiting today, didn't you?

He rubbed his throat where the knife had been moments ago, wiping away the small dribble of blood she'd drawn, "Yeah, he will be. There was a decision made to raise the student curfew to before sunset. He's just going to be making sure the students are informed."

Himiko nodded with a hum, pocketing her knife. She opened her mouth to say something but the bell rang, so she simply left, turning the lights on as she waltzed through the door. 

Soon, students began to pour in, each taking their assigned seat. He watched Katsuki closely. The boy seemed more subdued than usual, more thoughtful in his mannerisms. It was odd and it worried Touya, but he knew there wasn't much he could do past his usual comforting words. If only you could hold him, tell him what he means to you.

The tattooed man leisurely strolled up to the lectern, plastering a smirk on his face as he so often did, "We have a visitor today, kiddos. Chief of Police; Shimura Tenko, a friend of mine, will be giving a speech."

A few students cheered, a few murmured, and a few didn't care one bit. Silence hit the room when the door handle jiggled, grumbling clear as day to be heard on the other side. When the door finally opened, a disheveled young man with messy medium-length black hair, brown/red eyes, a beauty mark below his lip on the right-hand side, and very visible eczema stumbled through. He wore an ill-fitting police uniform and continued to grumble as he made his way to the lectern. When he reached it, he shooed Touya away.

Touya cleared his throat awkwardly, "Class, this is Shimura Tenko. Say hi."

The class did so with mixed levels of enthusiasm. 

Tenko rolled his eyes, "Listen up, brats!" He started, making Iida Tenya have a constipated look on his face which was rather funny, "Due to the number of murders as of late," He side-eyed Touya, "The Mayor and I have decided to raise the student curfew. You will be expected to be off the streets by 19 hours and no later! Those caught out past that time will be fined and escorted home. This is for your safety, so listen or get murdered. I, personally, don't care. But because it's my problem if something happens to you, I'd prefer if you chose to listen."

Katsuki looked rather perplexed at Tenko's admission of not caring. 

Tenko cleared his throat, "Does anybody have any questions?"

Only Kaminari raised his hand, but the Chief of Police next to him was unable to call on him because Sero smacked the blonde over the head, causing him to lower his hand. There was a brief silence before Touya coughed.

"Okay, everyone, please thank Chief Shimura for coming in today-"

"Wait, Dabi, I got a question for you," Tenko interrupted him, rudely.

He sighed, "Yes, Tenko?"

"Since when did they let homos teach, anyway?" The man stuffed his hands in his pockets, overall seeming disinterested. Some of the students gasped and a couple started talking amongst each other or overall out loud. 

Touya blinked at him, utterly flabbergasted, "You- you did not just ask me that. In front of my students."

His friend sneered, "You heard me."

He looked over to Katsuki, who seemed about five seconds away from bursting a blood vessel, then to Shouto who appeared vaguely amused. He looked back at the Chief of Police.

"You can't be homophobic and a Nine Inch Nails fan, it simply isn't done. Plus, Shouto and I both have caught you with Natsuo, you know. I know you think your fake homophobia is funny but, I mean, try harder."

"Simp!" Yelled Shouto.

"You know that's not my point," Tenko rolled his eyes, ignoring his brother's shout from the back of the classroom.

"You cried when we all watched Nimona. Twice," He held up two fingers to emphasize his statement.

His friend scowled, "You can't be the oldest of four children and still single. That's just sad. What happened to your boyfriend, anyway?"

"Keigo's dead to me."

The raven scoffed, "Literally. Tell Natsuo I said hi, by the way."

"Mhm. Go listen to The Collector like a good boy."

He narrowed his eyes, "You are the worst best friend I could've asked for."

"Himiko's gonna be my best friend soon if you don't get out of my classroom."

Tenko merely saluted him wordlessly and left.

"Tell your sister I said hi!" He called, to which his friend flipped him off without sparing him a glance.

He was about to comment on it when one of the students laughed and laughed and laughed. He expected to see Kaminari as the culprit but was surprised when he found Katsuki bent over his desk, cackling hard enough to cry.

Touya leaned into the lectern, trying to keep a smile from slithering its way onto his face, "Something funny, doll?"

The blonde looked like he was going to reply, but whatever he wanted to say only made him laugh harder. The laughter was contagious, really, because soon he was laughing, too. That was when Kaminari joined in, followed by Sero and then Shouto (albeit, quietly).

They didn't get much done for the rest of class between the two of them randomly giggling like girls at a sleepover. 

By the end of class, Touya was surprised to find a letter slid onto his desk. He hadn't a clue how it got there or when, but the contents read to meet behind the school after the final bell. Sounded an awful lot like one those confessions but he knew better than that. Somebody knew something they shouldn't know. Not good.

The letter was blandly written, bordering on scam-email formal. The truth of the matter was that he intimately knew the handwriting. It was the student whose essays always angered him because of the incessant babbling of right and wrong. Personal opinions. Not like in the way Midoriya included his own theories, as that was at least endearing in some slight. He had a feeling this kid would get on his hit list sooner or later, he just didn't think it would be like this. 

So there Touya found himself, behind the school until the sun started to hang low in the sky and the clouds were painted coral. Nobody showed, of course. They never did. This was a trap to get the victim to let their guard down. He had a few knives discreetly hidden in his clothes for this purpose and a syringe of potassium chloride at the ready. He'd used that method already and it would be suspicious for it to occur twice, but since he didn't have the opportunity to premeditate this one, so he got what he had.

He knew the perpetrator wanted to corner him in an alley as he made to leave, that was how every overconfident dumbass handled potential serial killers, too bad serial killers are almost always smarter than that. Even when they didn't seem like it. 

Touya walked into one of the darker, more hidden alleyways. The young man who thought he'd catch him off guard probably thought something like 'I've got you exactly where I want you,' not knowing it was the other way around.

He'd sensed the kid approaching already, if the crunch of track shoes on trash was anything to go by. Feigning surprise was still easier.

"I know that it's you, Todoroki-Sensei." Said none other than Iida Tenya, one of his least favorite students.

He turned his head, trying his best to look utterly confused (and not immensely piqued at Iida's insistence to avoid his nickname), "Well, I'd hope you'd recognize me. I'd like to think I have a unique mug," A nervous chuckle for panache. 

Iida scowled, "I know it's you that's been doing it."

"Ah," Touya sighed, "You caught me. I've been stealing an extra donut from the teacher's lounge every week. Don't tell anyone!"

The scowl deepened, "Why did you kill my peers? Your students?"

"...Oh, I see. What makes you think it's me, Iida-San? I'm offended you think I'd do such a thing," He gave a hurt frown.

"I heard your conversation with Toga-San. I've had my suspicions from the start but that just confirmed it."

The tattooed man hummed, "I think I've failed you as a teacher. You think somebody's a serial killer and you went to confront them alone, in a private space, without any means of backup. I thought you knew better."

Iida seemed taken aback at that statement, but he quickly regained his composure, "I did some digging, too. That ex Chief Shimura mentioned. You said they were dead to you and Shimura-Sama seemed to confirm the statement as genuinely true. I looked up the obituaries for a Keigo and found that a pilot named Takami Keigo; aged twenty-two, was found dead under mysterious circumstances. I hardly doubt that was a coincidence, Sensei."

"It's quite sad he passed, really. I'd already broken up with him before his passing though. Had been broken up for a year, actually. That's hardly grounds for accusation of murder," Touya turned to face his student, smug as all hell. So naïve. It was almost sad he'd have to kill such innocent youth. 

The boy tutted, "I beg to differ, Todoroki-Sensei. Your cleanup isn't as good as you think it is. You've only gotten this far because no one's suspicious of you. I have evidence."

"Yet another thing you've done presumptuously, Iida-San. Telling the killer you have evidence before actually turning it in."

Touya's admission barely had time to register in the boy's eyes before there was a knife buried to the hilt in his throat. I grade your essays, kiddo. Don't believe for a second I don't know how you think.

"How sad. Another funeral I'll have to attend, I'm sure," He pulled the knife out harshly, pushing the boy back who staggered to the ground, "If you know what's good for you, you'll stay down."

He stomped hard on both of the boy's knees at a bad angle, the resounding snap ringing against the empty trash cans along with Iida's cry of pain. He took the knife tight in his grip, stabbing it into the boy's chest once more just to watch the light fade from the overconfident eyes of a young man he'd never once liked.

Just how he didn't like the sound he'd heard next. Premeditated murder or not, nothing could've prepared him for what he turned around to face. Stunned ruby eyes meeting his own sapphire ones.

Katsuki took a shaky step back as Touya's head whipped around to face him.

"...Dabi-Sensei?"