A lost ghost's journey [K. Bakugo] {HALLOWEEN SPECIAL}🎃

Chapter 2👻 - Middle School: Day 2; 1st year

He was in a foul mood. Fouler than usual, at least. 

He had fluttered his eyes open in the morning. The ghost was still there, hanging from the ceiling as it was normal to do that, the rays of the sun reflecting by her transparent body like glass, dividing the sun particles into all directions. 

It wasn't a joke his mind played on him. 

Last night had been real to his utmost dismay. 

He was frowning as he pretended to not see you, walking around his room to get his things together for school. 

"Your life better be interesting or I'll die of boredom. Oh wait I'm already dead", noticed you, flying down from her spot and hovering just right behind him, you eyes peering past his shoulder to get a look at what he was doing. 

"Don't you have better things to do?", said he, pissed at your mere appearance. 

"Ah I guess you're that kind of person. Did you even listen to what I said yesterday? Being bound to you and all of that shit. Forgot to add that I can't be away from you for more than some minutes and only for a distance of 100 meters. Or so"

"What kind of damn curse is this?"

"Be happy that I'm even here. I wanted to stay dead and unbothered in my sleep but YOU had to be there to get me bound to"

"It has nothing to do with me so don't blame your problems on me"

"You are existing and I'm bound to you. I have every right to do so. And I'm older than you by a year so shut up. Please?"

He couldn't reply as he heard the voice of his mother calling to him to shut up in the morning, making him even more frustrated than he already was. 

It seemed absurd to him that he was talking to a dead person apparently nobody except for him could see, or that was what you had mentioned somewhere along the lines. 

Thus he proceeded to ignore you, putting some headphones on to listen to something else than your complaints.

𓉸ྀི𓉸ྀི𓉸ྀི

The school wasn't any better. 

The threatening aura he was giving off was intimidating all of his classmates. They were shrinking back into their seat.

You were sitting on his desk, your hands supporting your nonexistent weight at the edge of the desk while facing forward. And he could do nothing against it since he couldn't even touch you. 

The worst thing was that it was true that nobody could see you. Nobody minded that a dead person was sitting on his desk and dangling your legs without a care in the world. Bakugo wasn't able to even insult you, mainly because people would think he had gone insane. 

"Get off of my desk", whispered he, glaring as hard as he could to make you uncomfortable or any sort. 

"I have no other place to sit at. And the last time I checked I am transparent"

He gritted his teeth at your response, cursing under his breath. 

It led to him letting his frustration out when Deku arrived, standing up from his seat as he walked up to him. He would have done that anyway. 

"Did you cry out of fear of people in costumes? I bet you were even that scared that you didn't dare to go out, Deku"

The freckled teen's face showed nervousness as he fiddled around, explaining how he had done none of that and that he wasn't invited to the haunted house and so on. 

His classmates started to laugh at Bakugo's insulting words while he took one of Deku's pencils and crumbled it into pieces before the green-haired boy, the splitters falling onto the floor with a thud as the latter was left with no pen.

Before the blonde could go any further, he felt a soft pull as he was forced back onto his seat, a familiar ghost putting pressure on him as you were keeping him there.

The ghost managed to bend down and hover her hand over the broken pieces of wood as they slowly started to float in the air and reunited, creating a slightly different pen than before. You examined it carefully, moving the pen around before you threw it into the air, perfectly landing before the freckled teen's face.

He was surprised by a sudden pen appearing in front of him by some sort of miracle as he picked it up, nervously looking around before he just accepted it. 

After all, he couldn't see you. 

Bakugo couldn't even finish his own thoughts when you turned to him again.

"Did you forget I can read your mind at will? That was my quirk and yes, I can touch people if I want to and my quirk is from my dead body. And- Hey, stop throwing insults at me", explained you before you stopped in your words, listening to endless insults forming in his head.

"Why does every single insult contain 'ghost'? Call me dead or - if you really have to - my name"

Why should I bother to memorize the name of you,he asked in his head, his hand forming into a fist as he continued to throw insults in his mind. 

"Oh yeah, I forgot. You weren't that interesting or special that I introduced myself. My bad. Name's [Y/N], no last name. I'm pretty much dead, stranded as a ghost, there are other ghosts that only I can see because I'm one of them and uhh ghosts keep their quirk from their past life. Aging is by will, you even can have a ghost tail or not by choice and yeah. Basic stuff"

He knew that he wouldn't remember anything from what you had just spoken about and just 'tch'ed, focusing on class as the teacher came in while you floated around the room. 

And started to sleep in the middle of the air, not bothered by anything. The subject matters were all about things you already knew, and most importantly: why would you need to study if you  were dead?