The 𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡 of UA

Punishment

"Fuck off mum! Can't you leave me alone for one second?!"

"Katsuki don't talk to your mother like that! You're such a brat!" Mitsuki Bakugou roared, hitting her son over the head out of pure rage.

"H-hey you to- stop it for a second will ya?" His dad tried to uselessly stop the argument, grabbing his wife's arm in protest. However she responded by shoving it off and ignoring him completely.

'What a disorderly family...'

"If you weren't on my ass all the time then I wouldn't get mad you old hag!" The blonde haired teen shook with anger, grabbing a plate which was in the kitchen as his face knotted together.

"Katsuki don't you dare throw that plate, or I swear to god I'll kill you" Mitsuki growled, pointing her finger at the teen.

'Hm... there's no need to do that Mitsuki-Kun. That's my job'

"I fucking dare you, go ahead and see what'll happen" she hissed, standing in front of her husband.

Katsuki huffed "it's not even that big of a deal you hag" he grumbled before ignorantly dropping the plate and walking off, the shards smashing all over the kitchen floor.

"Katsuki Bakugou you're paying for this right now! Get your ass here brat!"

Masaru gasped and started to carefully clean up the sharp shards before Mitsuki slapped his hand away again "no way! This brat is cleaning HIS mess up!" Mitsuki stormed up the stares to Bakugou's room while he leaned on the fridge unfazed while watching his dad subtly take away more of the dangerous pieces.

"Pft... I ain't cleaning that shit up" Katsuki sighed while waiting for his mum to come back.

"P-please try to make up with your mother, it's giving me a headache" Masaru begged, wondering what his wife was doing in Katsuki's room. "Whatever. She started it" he rolled his eyes.

"Katsuki Bakugou..." finally the woman came storming down the stairs, this time holding something in her hand.

'Ooo this is gunna get interesting, I wonder how Sensei is doing with Nezu?'

"You stay up here. It's gunna get messy and Midoriya didn't want you getting all stressed for some reason" Shota gestured Tamaki onto his sofa, leaving the third year with his coffee machine and the TV on so it blocked out any sound (more specifically screams)

Tamaki grabbed a blanket and started to make himself a hot chocolate once the teacher left the room, simply accepting the fact that he couldn't do much about this predicament.

After all his friends were just murdered in front of his eyes by a ghost who turned out to be working with a teacher.

Yes a little bit random and fucked up but that's just how this story goes.

'I wonder what he's doing...' Tamaki thought a little bit scared while taking a delicate sip of the hot drink and curling himself in a protective blanket.

"I had an idea you were working with him... I'm not surprised really Shota." Nezu was sat in the middle of the room, his hand and upper arm covered in dry blood from where Izuku stabbed him.