Is this my distorted soul

[mightdoriya]

[Izuku thought that the world they currently lived in couldn't get more harrowing than it already was. An outbreak, the side affect of a Quirk that currently had no known cure, meant that a good 5% of the world's population consisted of zombified humans who could still think and act on their own, but were very much living corpses that wanted nothing more than to turn all of their peers into the same. It was suspected that within five years time the zombies would all either die out or be killed and the epidemic would be over, but it only seemed to grow with the passing months. Ethics and morals became muddied as people couldn't bear to harm those they cared about, yet others saw the zombies only as monsters and nothing more.

Izuku was in the camp of not wanting people to have to die, and that only became more pronounced when Bakugou changed.

He was the only one who had seen it happen, so as of now he was the only one who knew. Bakugou was still accepted as a healthy human being, and had been for a couple weeks now. He knew it couldn't last, not with eventual mandatory checkups, or the possibility of him being wounded during a mission...god, what was he supposed to do?

Izuku fretted over this as he headed back to his dorm for the evening, flopping face down on his bed the moment he gets inside.]