"It's All in Good Fun" is my own work. Y'all this is the epilogue meaning this is the end! *Cries* Hope y'all enjoy.

Sirens fill the air. Secrets are being passed and kept—whether unwilling or willing, no one knows. The room which held one lone figure was bright and colorful. The figure themselves not so much. Monochrome. They wear shades of black and gray with the occasional white. Their face is hidden behind a hood and a curtain of white hair. A laugh comes from their throat as they flip the page of the book they're reading. A book on poems.

"They all come to have fun and play.
The kids—colorful and bright—pick on one
Their victim's world full of gray.
'It's all in good fun'."

"Revenge was on the boy's mind.
He smiled, hurt and afraid.
He was fine
'It's all in good fun,' he said."

—excerpt from It's All in Good Fun.
Author: L.F. Garcia

"He killed them. That's great," they murmur. "Although, their deaths should've been slower. Hmm, I guess not everyone thinks like me. Poor boy; it must've been rough." The figure turns to a picture that is on a dart board. "I guess the game is about to begin."

The day is normal—well, as normal as it can get for Shouto. He is standing with some of his classmates in front of their new dormitory as they are waiting for a few more. The half-and-half quirk user is searching for one in particular person with green hair and freckles, but he can't find them. Midoriya Izuku, the boy who had been kidnapped along with Bakugou Katsuki. The angry blond is already there, more subdued than before training camp. His red eyes on the ground and his arms crossed over his chest as he listens to the chipper redhead talk, giving small hums and nods to show he's listening. "Iida," he says, turning to the speedster who comes up beside him. His heterochromic eyes meeting Iida's gaze. "Have you gotten any word on Midoriya?"

"I have not, but it does rise up a worry. I do hope his mom allowed him to stay in U.A. Although, I would understand why. After what happened, I would not put it past her."

"Deku still isn't here?" asks the soft voice of Uraraka as she walks over with a worried expression coating her face.

Aizawa-sensei is leaning against the wall of the building, his dark eyes on the ground. From the unfocused look in his eyes, Shouto can see that he's in a deep thought. The teen decides against bothering him about Midoriya who is probably just running late. Shouto sighs and rubs the strap of his bag between his forefinger and thumb. He thinks about the book which rests inside, the book that belongs to the green-haired teen with the tendency to harm himself to help people. He had gone through the book, deeply disturbed as to why he had a book on such a topic. Spells and witchcraft. His mind brings up the thing that had been said to them after the fight with Stain. The piece of conversation that referenced his inability to die.

An excerpt from Witchcraft and Symbolism: (Section 5: Symbols
Paragraph 10: Death)

It is known that the ones touched by Death have contract sigils on their wrists. If one has a hand made of bone with fingers lifted up, the small picture suggests that they're under oath. This sigil is known as "Unkillable" which gives the branded the inability to die for so many times unless they accept the proposal given to them. Usually only given to Human Ghouls for which had died an unsightly death but have no qualms against the ones who killed them, letting them live for two more times before being obedient to Death; they would rather stay back and watch over the Champion of Death and the Reapers. Unkillable is sometimes given to Champions who hold back on accepting their title.

"Todoroki," says Iida, catching his attention. He points to the entrance. "Midoriya is here."

Just as he said, the green-haired teen is there. He's wearing his usual sunglasses, the ones he hasn't seen on since before training camp. He moves carefully, his fingers twitching at his side as he walks up to them. He gives them his bright smile as he waves at them, greeting them with happiness and relief. "Hey! I'm so sorry I'm late! I had a few things to take care of first."

"It's okay, Deku! I'm so glad you're going to continue attending U.A with us!"

"Yeah, hehe. Dad was dead-set on me not coming back but I was able to convince him that it was a good idea."

"Your dad?"

Midoriya blinks in surprise, stumbling over his words. He must've realized his mistake—although Shouto doesn't see a reason for it to be a mistake. "Ye-Yeah! He came—came back ho-home the same day when I was rescued. He was able to get a few weeks off work, but he's leaving tomorrow seeing that I'm safe now."

If the other two find that response off, they don't comment on it. "Ah, okay. You just don't talk about him a lot. Anyway, Aizawa-sensei said that he had some news. We're only waiting for Tokoyami and Aoyama to arrive."

Midoriya nods and something in that slight movement catches Shouto's eyes. He doesn't say anything about it, feeling like he might not want to talk about it in front of the others. He sends him a look that basically says that he wants to talk to him later. He never had the time to confront him during training camp, seeing as he was either with Kota or too busy training and then the villains attacked. The conversation had been put off until today.

Tokoyami and Aoyama arrived at the same time. Aizawa-sensei glances at them. "As you can see, one of your classmates are not here. They were moved down to General Studies and were swapped out with someone else over the break. Treat them with respect and if they struggle, help them." He turns his head to the side for a second before sighing as the door opens and reveals a teen their age with bags underneath their violent eyes, purple hair standing straight up. Shouto recognizes him as the guy who fought Midoriya during the Sports Festival. "This is Shinsou Hitoshi, his quirk is brainwashing. He will be your new classmate from here on out."

For whatever reason that Shouto cannot understand, Midoriya and Shinsou tense at the sight of each other. Midoriya turns away, his head dropping slightly as he scuffs his foot against the ground. They pay attention to their teacher for the entirety of his lecture. "And Midoriya," he says at the end of the lecture. "I wish to speak with you later. You didn't do anything wrong, I just have a few things to ask." Midoriya nods and Shouto knows that he will have to talk to him as soon as possible then. Aizawa-sensei goes on, telling them their rooms are on which floors. He gives them time to fix them up.

The half-and-half user gets his room finished quicker than everyone else's. A simple and traditional Japanese styled room. He heads towards where Midoriya's room is located, on the second floor. He takes a breath as he holds the book to his chest, stopping only two feet away from the door. ". . . be okay?" That isn't Midoriya's voice. He doesn't recognize the voice of the speaker.

"I'll be fine as long as I don't get too stressed out or experience a lot of fear." Shouto creeps forward, listening to the rise and fall of Midoriya's voice. "I . . . believe . . . Sloth."

"Really?" The speaker laughs and the sound of Midoriya's small exclamation seep out. "You, on the other hand, I cannot see you being . . ." He trails off for a second. "What?"

Shouto frowns deeply before moving to get away from the door. Before he can even pivot, the door swings open and reveals the face of his newest classmate, Shinsou Hitoshi. "You were right, Midoriya. How are you doing, Todoroki Shouto?"

Midoriya snorts and moves in front of him. "You can come in," he invites with a smile. The grip on the book tightens and the shorter male seems to notice, his complexion paling significantly at the sight of the worn leather-bound book with designs in both gold and silver. He grabs him by the arm and jerks him into the room, shutting and locking the door. Shouto blinks in surprise at the sight. One wall is dedicated to heroes or just fandoms. The other side is dedicated to notes and pictures and what looks like a bulletin board with the tag Crime Scene Investigation at the top left corner. There's a bookshelf full of books and a plastic tub was on his bed full of journals. "How long have you had this?"

"Since training camp."

Midoriya groans and places the book onto his desk while Shinsou laughs, seemingly enjoying Midoriya's misfortune. "You have the worst luck ever! Are you sure you're the child of Death and not of Misfortune?"

"Shut up, Sloth," he murmurs as he sighs, turning towards Shouto once again. The teen stares into his reflection of the sunglasses, waiting for Midoriya to explain. His confusion shines brightly in his dual irises. Sloth? Child of Death? The book only spoke of Champions and not of children. Does that mean the Guides are the children? So if Midoriya is the "child of Death" does that mean he's a Ghoul? "Todoroki?"

"Hmm."

"You cannot say a word about anything that we tell you."

"We?" Shinsou gives Midoriya a look who sighs again in return. The violet-eyed male lays on the bed, curling up as he grabs one of the journals. "Ooh. 'Hero Analysis for the Future' sounds interesting."

"Be quiet and just entertain yourself, seeing as your useless in this situation. Okay, where should I start and how much should I tell you? Alright. We're Champions of what Personas called 'Immortal Beings of Creation' or IBCs for short." Midoriya falls into a brief explanation of what it is. He doesn't ramble like he usually would so Shouto gets that this has to be kept a secret. "It sounds crazy, I know, but because of the fact you've known for a while, my spell for amnesia will not work on you so there's no getting out of this shit. There are—I think—two other Champions our age. One may go here but I'm not sure on that fact." He shrugs and grabs a moist towelette from his desk, removing his sunglasses and rubbing the towelette over his face. When he turns back, he reveals new scars littering the skin around his milky green eyes. "I guess you have to know about these," he says, pointing to his eyes. "I was born blind but Death 'cured' my blindness. Now, after receiving the full title of Champion, they have reverted back to their natural state and I will lose my sight when I'm overly negatively emotional."

"What about your scars?"

"Those were done because not everyone can accept the truth." A pained tone colors his voice. Shouto doesn't ask and the other does not provide an explanation. "You're the only one in our class that knows of any of this. Shinsou doesn't count since he's the Champion of Sloth."

He nods in understanding. "What will you say about your eyes?"

"Remember when I said my eyes are sensitive? Well because and I hadn't been wearing my sunglasses, I was messing up my sight and hurting my eyes."

"That's a good lie. Surprise, you're able to lie," snorts Shinsou. The child of Sloth laughs at the green-eyed boy.

Shouto watches them interact with a thoughtful expression on his face. He doesn't realize just how much of a big deal knowing of another world will be. No one ever does.

Sirens: blue and red, white and red. He has engraved the sight into his memory, keeping it close to him. Life as a pro-hero will do that to a person. The tall man with yellow eyes walks onto the scene, ducking under the caution tape that is wrapped around to keep people away from the crime scene. He salutes the officers that stand guard to keep any unauthorized personnel away from disrupting the evidence. "Detective, what is this about?"

"Ah, you made it," replies Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa. He knows what his quirk is: truth detection. His dark eyes move away from him and onto the covered body on the ground. He moves the tarp out and shows him. "The eyes were ripped out and a message had been carved into the sternum."

"Hello, Sir Nighteye. After so long, we will meet again. Have fun in dealing with me for now."

Tsukauchi sighs and mutters something that the hero doesn't catch correctly but sounded similar to "here we go again". That confuses him. Has something similar happened before? The detective's phone lights up and he smiles. "They're finally here," he murmurs.

"Who?"

"Excuse me," says a timid voice. Sir Nighteye turns around to find a boy possibly two years younger than Togata Mirio. He approaches and greets the officers who let him through. The scarred face and dark green hair are the first things he notices. The second is the round glasses the boy wears. He wears a t-shirt and jeans with red high tops. He glances behind him to find Eraserhead who seems to want to be anywhere but here.

"What is a kid doing here? You shouldn't be here," comments the pro-hero. Something about this kid seems familiar. Something in his green hair and freckled face.

Tsukauchi smiles tightly and gives a brief explanation. "Ah, Sir Nighteye, this is Midoriya Izuku. He's an honorary detective. He is studying to get his permit but for the time being, he will help solve cases and get none of the credit. He won't be allowed to have any direct contact with the killer."

"You're kidding. He's a chi—!"

"So what?" he interrupts, not liking that one sentence. "So what if I'm a child? I'm sure I do a better job than most trained professionals on the force." He doesn't allow him to react as he puts on gloves and pulls back the tarp to reveal the eyeless victim. "Targeting you now?" he murmurs, frowning as he lifts his fingers to the mouth. The teenager tilts his head and looks closer, bringing out a penlight and shining it into the mouth. "Something's lodged in there." The boy, Midoriya Izuku, opens the mouth and brings out a piece of paper. "'Here is the fifth puzzle piece. This is a game you shall play until the end of your days. Tick-tock your time is running out.'"

"It's typed," notes Tsukauchi as he takes it from the boy. "Arrogance. Narcissism."

"Yup. But look at the way the body is posed."

"Remorse? It could be a partnership."

"Could be. Eraserhead, what do you think?"

The underground hero lets out a grunt and walks over. His eyes are behind the goggles but Nighteye can just picture them sweeping across the scene. It chills the male that the teen can just speak about all of this nonchalantly. He has no idea what more is to come. "I can come up with three options that make the most amount of sense. One, the partnership that Detective Tsukauchi aforementioned. A dominant-submissive relationship. The dominant one is the narcissist while the submissive one is regretful that this happened. They are probably not even doing this out of their own free will. Two, it's the same Unsub. They could be narcissistic but at the same time be remorseful. They're basically saying, 'look what I can do, but I'm sorry that I did it'. And three, confusion. They want you to think it's two people to let you chase your own tails for a while until they kill again."

"Sir Nighteye," says the boy as he turns towards him. "Do you by any chance get fan mail? Or random emails, letters that are suspicious?"

"No."

Midoriya sighs and rubs his forehead. "Just great," he murmurs. "Alright, if you receive any more clues, call me or Detective Tsukauchi. Sometimes they will send something to show that they killed someone"

Nighteye stares down at the card presented to him and took it. He makes a mental note to look into Midoriya Izuku's files to see what he could find about him. Something about him seems familiar albeit the fact that he never met him before. He has heard his name before, but no matter how hard he tries to remember where, he cannot come up with the answer. His yellow eyes take in the boy's form once more.

"Are you going to see Toshinori?"

Toshinori? Are they talking about—?

"I can't. Not today at least. We have to get back to campus. I wish I could go see All Might, but it will be a while before I'm allowed. Send me the rest of the case file later." He turns back to the tall pro-hero, staring at him before turning around and addressing the rest of the team. "And the note said, that this is the fifth puzzle piece. There have to be four clues before this murder, something you may have missed or have found. I don't believe that it is another murder but something that holds significance. Sir Nighteye, you're the one being targeted. You may have seen something sketchy or out of place lately, anything to report?"

He stares at the teenager, then at Tsukauchi with an unreadable expression. "No."

"Alright then. We must be off," says Eraserhead who turns towards his student. "You have everything?"

"Mhm." He is scribbling in a—is that a notebook? Since when had he gotten that? More importantly from where did he get that? He turns and hands it towards the detective. "Here. I wrote down what Eraserhead said along with some of the things I noticed or theorized. Hopefully, we're able to catch this person sooner."

Tsukauchi hums in response and takes it from the teen. He asks to speak with Eraserhead for a second, leaving the teen and pro-hero alone as the CSI take the body. The man is staring at the boy—he now is able to recognize him. Midoriya Izuku, the boy from the Sports Festival who broke his bones. The same boy who had been kidnapped by villains not too long ago. This is the boy that All Might had spoken of. "You're All Might's successor for One For All, aren't you?"

The boy turns to him sharply, his eyebrows peeping out from behind his sunglasses giving the impression that his eyes widened. "You know?"

"That isn't important, but that does answer my question." They fall silent as the two analyze each other. The boy opens his mouth to speak but Eraserhead pops up behind him and they leave. Nighteye watches him leave and shakes his head. Toshinori, you're a fool. He isn't suited for One For All. No, whatever plans you had for him, it won't come to pass.

The man turns away and heads to Tsukauchi. His mind is on the email he had received but could never trace.

"Revenge is always expected from those who have been wronged."

Whoa! So, recap on this chapter:

1) Some new character has been introduced. Monochrome Figure is their name for now.

2) Todoroki found out and Shinsou has been moved up to Class 1-A earlier than in the manga.

3) Nighteye made an appearance and his meeting with Izuku was different. His first impression with Nighteye is just not good.

4) Who is after Nighteye? I don't know. Another OC but I will work on them as I plan out the next story.

Okay regarding the next story, that will be published maybe in January. That gives me 3 months to work on it.

This story is completed! Thank you all for reading and voting and commenting! It's been fun. \(^~^)/