The 𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡 of UA

Hellish

"Ugh I need a coffee..."

Tamaki nodded his head in agreement, laying down on the front of the UA steps in boredom. "Shall we... go see how Izuku is doing?" The third year piped up, blue hair messily falling around his eyes as he looked at the tired teacher leaning on the steel boarded door.

"And how do you suppose we get through this Tamaki?" Aizawa asked dumbfounded, knocking his fist on the steel.

The teen went completely red from embarrassment, hanging his head in between his knees "I forgot about that" he mumbled.

Aizawa sighed and walked over to the boy, ruffling his hair with a firm hand "don't worry about it, wanna get something to eat? I'm guessing Izuku will be a while" he offered, making Tamaki look up at him with a small sparkle in his eyes.

"Alright let's-"

"E-excuse me!" A sudden high-pitch voice interrupted, followed by persistent banging at the UA gates.

Shota crooked his head to the centre of the voice, seeing a short woman with her hair cut into a short Bob; her face contracting rather dark eye bags and blemishes.

What most stood out to Shota however was her bright green hair, almost reminding him of Izuku's hair. As he walked closer to the gate, freckles became prominent on the lady's bony face - almost completely convincing Shota that she was related to the dead boy somehow.

Aizawa looked at her through the gates on the other side "can I help you ma'm?" He asked with his eyes narrowed, Tamaki walking and hiding behind Shota's back.

"May I ask why the school is closed?" She wondered with a little tremor in her voice.

Shota thought about his answer for a moment. Him and Tamaki had been told by Izuku to look out for any people who could potentially allert the authorities or pro heroes about the school being locked down. They had to be cautious.

"What's your name?"

"Inko Midoriya. My son Izuku used to go here." She paused for a second, studying Aizawa's expression. He was surprised but wouldn't show it on the outside, instead covering his curiosity with a stone-like face.

Tamaki who was still hiding behind him let out a little gasp at the name.

"UA has been temporarily closed for inspections, sorry" Shota stated now softer. He couldn't imagine what the mother was going through, even he as a teacher felt heartbroken at Izuku's predicament; Shota couldn't even begin to empathise with what inko felt.

Hidden sadness fell around Inko's darkened eyes, short bangs covering the slight muscles her shoulders held.

"O-Ok! But at least tell me your name, I need to speak to the principal" she practically begged now, hands clasped together appealingly. The teacher sighed.

"Shota... Shota Aizawa" he admitted, knowing what was about to come.

The name rang a familiar bell within Inko's mind, her mind flashing through previous memories in order to link the name to her thoughts.

~ "mama, mama! I'm home!" An excited teen bounced through his door, soft leather wings behind his back flapping a little in happiness - his dark nose twitching with the scent of his favourite food.