Written Death

Part 1~Sidelines

Izuko walked down the familiar path home. Bags filled his hands as he ended his shopping. If you were a normal person, there would be nothing strange about this.

But for those who knew Izuko, seeing him walking down with tons of new note books meant that he was going to be evaluating heroes later. It was never good when he was evaluating heroes.

Walking into his house, he turned on the TV and pulled out his book. Today is the sports festival at U.A, the first glimpse at the new heroes coming up.

Apparently, the first years have already got some attention, something about villains attacking them during training. Pathetic little school.

Opening his first book- labelled Class 1A- he checked all the pictures were stuck to the top corner. He had a book for Class 1B and 1E as well as one for unexpected characters that stand out. There were already a few students from previous years.

Tapping his fingers on the table, a smirk came to his face as the event started. Present mic was dictating again along with a man wrapped in bandages, Shota Aizawa.

Izuko smiled, remembering the first true hero he found. He spotted Aizawa during his first year where he managed to get fourth place even though he came from general studies. He transferred soon after, others had also noticed the student's skill. Izuko knew most people had forgotten about Aizawa when he went underground, but Izuko never did.

Loud crunching made Izuko jump. "Ryuk! I told you not to eat apples while I am analysing!" Izuko spun around to glare at the floating God behind him.

"What's the big deal? You are just going to write your notes over and over again, your obsession is really weird."

"Says the human obsessed, apple obsessed God." Izuko looked over his shoulder to smirk at the God.

Ryuk was about to say something when Izu shushed him to watch the athletes speech.

"Is that...?"

"Bakugo," Izuko growled, his grip tightening until the pen snapped in his hand.

"I pledge that I'll be number one," Bakugo said cockily.

Izuko growled, of course he would say that. He always was proud. How dare he pretend to be a hero. He is just a fake like the others. Pulling out a book from the shelf, Izuko turned to the old page. A childish drawing was in the centre with notes around it.

Taking out his stamp, Izuko put a large red box over the drawing, 'terminate.'

"You are going to kill him," Ryuk asked, floating over Izuko's shoulder.

"He is a fake, just like the rest." Izuko threw down the page and sat back in front of the table. The race was about to start.

For most of it, Todoroki and Bakugo stayed at the front. Todoroki was a weird one, he had potential but he seemed to be hesitating. Bakugo... he was the same as he used to be.

The class wasn't hard to identify, they all stood out pretty well. They reacted quickly and moved and had some skill, some definitely more than others but they all showed some.

There were a few others from the other classes that caught Izuko's eye. One, Mei Hatsume seemed very interesting. She had hundreds of small devices that helped her. There was a certain kid, Hitoshi Shinso who seemed to be doing nothing yet was doing so much. No one even realised it.

By the time they got to the minefield, Izuko had got down enough notes on everyone to be able to focus on the targets. Bakugo was being Bakugo. There was this smug character that grated on his nerves, Aoyama and there was this one who carefully held back, Monama.

But the one Izuko was watching more than the others was a small purple boy, Mineta. There were so many things wrong with Mineta.

Izuko narrowed his eyes as he watched a sudden cloud dust raise up and over the cameras.

"Well, that was boring." Slowly, a figure appeared in the smoke.

"Isn't that," Ryuk started pointing at the screen.

"Charlie," Izuko confirmed a large smirk coming to his face.

Walking out of the tunnel, Charlie came into view, her hands in her pockets and a smirk on her face. Her grey hair swayed in the wind while her large scar went up her neck and nipped at her cheek. She had black rimmed glasses that rested on her nose. "Oh well, maybe things will get more interesting."

Charlie turned to look in the camera, smirking as she knew people were watching.

Izuko knew Charlie didn't like to use more effort than necessary so her little display was out of character, but Izuko had a feeling there was a reason.... maybe. Someone probably challenged her to it. She wasn't very prideful but when it came to false heroes, she will not lose.

Charlie went over to two people, a lady with black hair and a lady with purple hair. They seemed pretty at ease with each other. Izuko frowned at that though. Charlie promised she wouldn't get attached, attachment only ends in pain.

Even though Izuko didn't realise it, he found himself rubbing his wrist where a familiar burn mark twisted in his skin. A burn Bakugo gave him.

By the time the second round started, Izuko wasn't paying that much attention. Charlie worked with the two girls and Mei to keep first place. Todoroki, Iida, Kaminari and Ibra got second.Bakugo, Kirishima, Sero and Ashido got third. And then Shinso, Ojiro, Aoyama and Niregeki came in fourth.

But it was not the placings that made Izuko snap another pen in half. That honour was on Charlie's shoulders alone.

In the last ten minutes of fighting, Todoroki almost got the headband. To stop him, Charlie grabbed his arm and twisted it in a way to dislocate his shoulder. Charlie should know not to use her training.

She was trying to impress though girls.

Izuko gritted his teeth before standing up. He will not let Charlie forget her purpose.

"Oh?! Are we going on a field trip?!" Ryuk floated over Izuko's head with a familiar smirk on his face.

"Yes. We are going to the sports festival after all. Besides, I want to see god old Kacchan death in person." Izuko smirked as he picked up his death note, stuffing it into his hoodie pocket. "I'm sure he will be so glad to see me."