The 𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡 of UA

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"Momo! Make us some more water" Hagakure complained, sat next to Jiro while bored as fuck.

The class had been using the poor girl for all their needs for almost a day now, she was getting utterly exhausted.

Momo felt as if she was just a tool for their own survival, only meant to live for their needs. It was greatly pissing her off but she would not show it, instead showing a kind smile and complying to what they said.

"O-of corse" she whispered meekly into the darkness, using whatever was left of her fat stores to make a couple bottles of water. It didn't take long till she was utterly stick thin and unnaturally pale, most likely on the verge of passing out.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk... what fake friends..."

The long haired girl gasped loudly at the voice which rattled in her mind.

The echo felt weird, like a worm which was nagging in the back of her brain and poking her skull in testament - seeing how long she could go till giving into this 'figment of imagination'.

No one payed any mind to the girl who now looked strangely panicked. After all, she was only good for one thing; Resources until they could get out of here.

Bakugou was busy checking every nook and cranny of the iron baracade around the room, looking for any potential weak points. After all Katsuki had to distract himself from the recent collection of events, and he could not simply blow the place up because everyones quirk's were out of use.

"Found anything Bakubro?" Kirishima asked, watching his blonde friend in anticipation.

A low growl came from the teen's throat, his brows knitted together in anger as he harshly slammed his fist against the metal "no! Every fucking corner is reinforced with welded bolts, it's practically impossible to open!"

Kirishima nervously laughed "so we're still stuck..." he mumbled to himself, trying to test out his quirk but again it was no use.

The air was sticky. It was claustrophobic and thin, parching those who inhabited the room of fresh, life giving air. No one wanted to admit it but they were deeply scared and confused.

Silence over came the solemn classroom, like a thick overhanging cloud of dust set above their still heads.

In the darkness, a weak whisper from a parched and broken throat comes to life. The sound is beautiful yet tantalising, his cords broken in a pretty fashion

"class 1-A..."

Fear overcame the inhabitants, it felt as if each person had swallowed a stone and it was weighing deep in their gut - stomach swirling in uncomfortable leaps and bounds.

"I-it's him again..." Mina whispered, springing on her feat and urging other's to do the same.

"Have you missed me? I've been looking so forward to spending time with everyone again"

The ghost finally decided to show himself, still taking on the form of his middle school self all torn and tattered.

The student's couldn't do anything but try a protective stance, after all the hero corse never said anything about fighting fucking ghosts.