The 𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡 of UA

A villian?

A new day a new torment.

He figured the little playful torture wasn't enough, Izuku wanted more.

He wanted pain. He wanted to experience their desperate sobs of pain and terror. He wanted to embarrass them and toss them aside like rubbish.

He wanted to relish in their suffering

Today... today was the sports festival.

As usual, Izuku was accompanying his favourite teacher friend up in the high tower where Present Mic was spouting instructions.

"Are you ready Shota?" Izuku asked Aizawa with a grin, floating around the tower as Mic was rambling about nothing.

Aizawa nodded his head and ignored the blonde pro, quite annoyed by his constant chatter.

"Would you like me to cut his vocal cords? Do you have a headache?" Izuku asked with an eerily echoey voice, the white aura surrounding him getting a little darker.

"No it's fine. I'm used to it" Aizawa whispered back, turning his head to the side so it wasn't too obvious he was talking.

"Ehhh Shota! Who're you talking to?" Mic exclaimed, a large grin crossing his face.

"No one idiot. Pay attention you need to start the final match" Aizawa pointed out with a groan, gesturing to all the student lined up to start the obstacle corse after Midnight had spun the wheel.

"Ah! You're right!"

As a result of me being critically depressed, half high on weed and my GCSE's around the corner, I'm going to skip to the end of the festival because why not.

"AND FIRST UP WE HAVE TODOROKI VS SERO"  mic screamed, indicating Midnight to start their match.

The woman smiled and cracker her whip "GO!"

With that Sero instantly wrapped his tape around Todoroki's waist, spinning him in circles with a grin.

Now it was Izuku's time to have some fun.

Sero began to grow excited as Todoroki got close to the bounds, with one final glance; he saw something he tried so hard to forget.

That faithful night when he suffocated his classmate to death.

He was right there where Todoroki previously was, tangled messily in his own tape.

His face was painted with blue and purple splotches, thick black tears streaking down his swollen cheeks as his back dripped crimson; messy green hair matted with clots of blood.

A lump formed in Sero's throat, his whole face draining of colour as he froze completely.

Todoroki raised his eyebrow, everyone in the crowd silenced as Sero started to scream and back away from Shoto.

"No go away!" He bellowed, frantically waving his hands in the air as 'izuku' slowly walked up to the teen and wrapped his hands around his throat.

To everyone watching, it was as if Sero was running away from nothing.

A large Cheshire grin adorned the ghost's face, the black liquid flooding from his eyes pooling on the teen's face as he tackled him to the ground and started to close off his airways.