haunting, but the good kind.

5

Falling and falling, over and over again.

The feeling of falling never left his mind, if anything the feeling lasted longer and longer every time.

He shouldn't be falling anymore.

He already fell, and it stopped.

Why didn't this stop?

It's meant to stop, right?

Right?

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The ghost looked frantic as Shouta dialed the number. "wait, wait, wait, we can talk about this right?" The ghost tried reasoning, but Shouta already dialed the number, thumb hanger over the call button. 

"Why are you in my house?" Aizawa asked the small ghost child. 

"I don't know, I kinda just floated in here? I can leave if you want!" The ghost looked scared (like him when he was younger. Scared of mother, scared of father. Scared of everyone and everything).

"Then get out" was all he had to say as the sickly looking ghost child fled the house. Hizashi's heart drooped as he watched him try and dash around the two men (himself included) to leave his house.

 Yamada wanted to learn more about this ghost. (spirit?) Why was he here? Why was he covered in blood? 

(was it his own blood? Did he hurt himself beyond repair? Did he die that way? did he kill himself. kill himself. Kill himself. KILL himself. KILL HIMself. KILL HIMSELF. KILL YOURSELF KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL-)

It didn't matter much anyway, he wont be back anytime soon.

 (probably)

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Izuku needed to run away, and quick.

Who knew what would happen if the police were involved. If those two men could see him, did that mean someone from the police station could see him too? What would happen then? 

So Izuku did what Izuku does best, run. Maybe it was float, but it only mattered that Izuku was leaving before things went south. Just like he always does because he's a coward. 

coward coward coward. 

That's all he'll ever be, and all he'll ever amount to.

He's going back to kacchan, like always. Always hiding behind the bigger people. The more powerful people. The better people. The greater the himself people. Always being a leach on people better then him. He's never been more then that, a cowardly leach. Just like all his teachers said. 

He'll never be good enough for anyone.

 Anything.

But he can't dwell on that any longer. If he did he'll probably be wallowing in self doubt for the rest of eternity. For the rest of his time on this measly planet, but how long would that be?  

He was already dead, so how would be able to get back to the spirit world, if there even was one.

Guess he'll just have to wait and find out, but Izuku hated waiting. He's waited his whole life. Waiting for a quirk. Waiting on Kacchan to stop hating him. Waiting for his classmates to finish beating him. Waiting for his mom to stop saying sorry. waiting for dad to leave them alone. waiting waiting waiting.

He wanted to stop waiting. 

He wanted to start taking.

So, he'll do just that. He'll take what he wants, and right now he wanted kacchan. 

Kacchan to feel guilt, guilty for his death. Guilty for beating him. Guilty for hurting him. Guitly for killing him. Guilty for causing him so much pain. Guilty for everyone he made fear him.

Kacchan to feel sad, sad for his death. Sad that he did this. Sad that Izuku will never be able to live again. Sad for causing so much pain to him. Sad for causing pain to not only Izuku but other people.

Kacchan to feel bad, bad, bad. Bad for killing him. Bad for hurting him. Bad for every explosion he sent his way. Bad for every star shaped scar he left on Izuku's body. Bad for ridding a mom of her son. Bad for taking an innocent life. Bad for every bloody body he left in his wake.

Bad, Bad, Bad, Bad.

Izuku will do whatever it takes for him to feel these three thing. 

Whatever

It 

Takes.

Izuku will start taking because he isn't above taking things that aren't his. Why should he care about that now anyway? He'll never be above anything. Always below, just like Kacchan said. 

Below him, beneath him.

Well guess what?

Who's beneath who now, Kacchan?  

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She's getting scared for the hurting, small child.

Nana didn't really know how to help him. He wants revenge. 

A little too  much. 

While he may be doing a horrible job at it (he's actually pretty helpful for that Bakugo kid) , he still wants to far to much. 

And it's kinda becoming a problem. 

Oh, look, there he goes. Float pacing around her room. Well, it's not really her room, but it's where she bides her time. "If I can just piss him off in the middle of some UA teacher thing maybe I can get him black-listed from ever hero school" Right, Izuku is spewing nonsense. 

"Well, maybe you shouldn't-"

"I GOT IT!"

Oh no.