The 𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡 of UA

Illusions?

It was now morning in Tokyo.

A certain annoyed pro hero stood at the front of his class with a scowl, he'd be making these students pay just like he promised Midoriya... but they still needed time.

Aizawa was in a good mood this morning actually.

Izuku had made his constant headache vanish and even put him to sleep without worry of his insomnia (wish I had that. Inomnia is a bitch)

He was in a great mood due to having a fulfilling sleep.

That was until he had to come to this godforsaken school to teach these brats in the early morning.

The teacher groaned and set his eyes on Bakugou who was unusually silent, his eyes looked subtly red. Maybe he didn't get enough sleep? It almost looked as if he was crying...

Whilst the class talked between each other, Aizawa turned his head to the ghost of which only he could see. Izuku was floating near the ceiling while on his back, eyes closed as he seemed to be deep in thought.

"Before you ask Sensei, yes I did do something to Kacchan. Great isn't it? Simply one night could make him act so different." Izuku cackled, still drifting on his back while looking at the ceiling.

Aizawa hummed quietly so the others couldn't hear him "it's nice he's finally shut up for once" he whispered back, taking pleasure in seeing Katsuki in such a state.

"Just wait till we're finished with them. They'll be nothing by the end of it" izuku finished, making Aizawa nod his head as he cleared his throat; getting the classes attention.

"You all need to be preparing for the sports festival. If you don't know what it is ask someone else because I couldn't care less... also it's tomorrow"

With that...

The class erupted into chaos

Everyone shouting questions, talking loudly to each other, yells of protest, quirks set loose and much more.

Shota sighed and rubbed his forehead "shut the fuck up or else no one here will be participating" he growled, suddenly a long gaping shadow appeared behind the teacher as his hair started to float; making everyone literally shit themselves as the shadow gradually shrank into nothingness again.

Aizawa let his familiar shit eating grin cross his face as everyone silenced, turning around and sitting on the floor as silence loomed over the classroom once more.

"Head to ground Beta. Someone will be teaching you, I don't know who it is and I don't care." Aizawa finished and snuggled into the warmth of his sleeping bag, glaring at the students as they scurried out of the classroom in a huff.

Once they were all gone, Aizawa looked around the room to see if Izuku was there. Surprisingly enough he wasn't, so instead the teacher just sighed and tried to go to sleep again.

As for Izuku, he had decided to reek some more havoc. The ghost floated to the outside of the UA gates and made himself visible, changing his appearance to look like of Shigaraki Tomura.

Nothing like taking advantage of their PTSD from the USJ insistent.

Izuku smiled and brushed a strand of mangled pale blue hair from his now blood red eyes, walking through the gates and purposefully setting off the security system.