The 𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡 of UA

Is this real?

Night terrors.

Or as others may call it 'night mares'

Some may say they come from demons of the night.

Supposedly spirits who specialise in exerting their negative energy on a living form to make them have those horrible nighttime images as they sleep.

But what if...

It was something far more sinister than that?

What if those demons and spirits could become physical with the mortal world?

Not like there's anything to worry about though...

Well.

That's not completely true

No one was safe in UA.

No one felt safe either. Like something was preparing. Something extraordinarily vengeful that was unstoppable.

And they were right.

He was unstoppable.

Izuku Midoriya was unstoppable.

It was nighttime in Tokyo Japan. The bustling city was asleep once more, streets eerily empty as the deafening silence continued for miles. The only light provided was those familiar artificial lamppost set evenly on the paths edge.

It was cold. Clouds hung heavy in the dark sky, creating a Misty and claustrophobic feeling if you were on the ground. Fog encased the roads thickly, drifting perfectly with the chilling breeze.

Amongst this cloud of fog, there looked to be a green glowing figure. It's feet never touched the floor, limbs blurred in with its body and covered more by the fog; all that could be seen was two piercing tar black eyes.

He truly was nightmarish.

The green figure drifted along with the fog, although it looked to be moving with purpose; as if looking for something.

Sure enough it did. The figure stopped at a door, the fog followed him as he dazed through the door which had an golden plaque engraved with the word...

"Bakugou"

The Bakugou family.

They were in for a treat.

Not all of them of corse, the two we know as Mitsuki and Masaru; his parents obviously.

They were good people in his eyes.

That is why they would be having a good dream tonight.

The same could not be said for their son though.

Once again, fog and mist slowly seeped into the quiet and dark household. The figure still encased in mist floated towards the ceiling, fazing through the substance to find himself in just the persons room he was looking for.

"My dear Kacchan. Your days of torture start right now" the ghost of Izuku whispered, his echoey voice circling around the blonde's room as Izuku looked down on the sleeping male.