The 𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡 of UA

Smile my dear

A mothers sorrow is undeniably the most tragic thing you can whiteness. It was like watching the parents soul being torn away from their body; replaced by a horrible emptiness which one can never really refill.

The loss of a child will always create an open wound, ready to be torn off again at any mention of the lost child.

And that was exactly what was happening.

Aizawa sighed as Inko began to ball her eyes out in the middle of the restaurant he had taken her too - just to discuss a few things. However not even five minutes into the conversation, she broke down completely.

"Miss Midoriya.. I'm so sorry for your loss." Shota forced out, he wasn't really the ideal person for compassion. Hell even more so now that his kill count was up to two bodies. And still the teacher yearned for more.

She sniffled and looked up at him with red-dimmed eyes, shoulders tense "you... you were the only one nice to my boy. He always came home and told me how amazing you were to him." Tears continued to fall down her cheeks as she spoke.

Aizawa was taken aback.

"He thought you were one of the most amazing people in the world. Izuku was never treated nicely by anyone because of his quirk-"

"What? His quirk was amazing though" Shota interrupted, pushing his sleek black hair behind his ear to get a better look at the distraught lady. Her eyes widened, in tern the sobs getting louder "yes! My baby was so talented.."

Shota looked out of the window, if only he could tell her that she was able to see izuku again. But this time it would be as a ghost, not to mention the fact he was literally putting a whole school through unimaginable torture as they spoke.

"I trust you already know what happened to him?.." Aizawa spoke in an unusually calm tone, nodding to the waiter as his coffee was placed on the table as they spoke.

Inko looked down at her trembling hands and nodded solemnly, making the 'hero' take a long sip of his drink and set it down with a subtle groan. "I'm sorry you had to know of such a fate, it was truly indistinguishable"

The mother's puffy eyes glanced at Aizawa's stoic face "I can't.. I can't even have a funeral because he's marked as missing. It's just so unfair, it makes me angry" the woman scrunched her fists and allowed her sleek green hair to cover the swollen redness of her cheeks.

"I understand Miss Midoriya."

Without warning, Inko snapped her head forward to make intense eye-contact with the opposite male.

"But!- I need you to help me. That's why I've come here" she took her phone out and slammed it against the table, making Shota's coffee ripple softly at the impact. The teacher looked at her phone, on it a small voice recording.

"What's this?" He asked curiously, to which Inko responded with a determined frown.

"I.. went to meet All Might, to get answers you see"

Aizawa's eyes widened a little behind his long strands of hair, memories of how Izuku had quite cleverly framed the hero into a horrible crime that day of the sports festival. Did she know something about this? Did she know about him? If so Shota would have to kill he-

"I recorded our conversation. Where All Might admitted to UA covering up my baby's death."

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Back at UA, the young ghost was having quite a ball teasing the remaining classmates roaming the desolate halls of their once happy school - occasionally peaking his head out of corners just to scare the shit out of them.