The clouds were a dark grey, a sure sign that it was going to rain soon. Izuku Midoriya, a middle schooler was walking home as quickly as he can due to the fact he had lost his umbrella. The air was humid and thanks to Japan being always somewhat warm it was hard to breathe.
He took in a small deep breath and then saw someone on the curb.
Someone....homeless.
He's never really seen someone like this before in his area, so he felt the need to help him. Being a good kid he walked up to the man.
The man looked roughly around his late 20s, he had a nice, trustworthy face. He then looked up at the teen that approached him and tilted his head.
"E-Excuse me...sir?" The kid was being awfully formal, "is...um...the weather forecast was talking about how there's prolly gonna be a storm.." he rubbed the back of his neck, "I...I was wondering if I could help you find some shelter...? You know how storms can be here."
The man smiled warmly, hiding his sinister thoughts behind his kind demeanor and vibe. He nods a little, "that would be nice, thanks, kid."
"O-Of course!"
The two had walked around Musutafu, but to no avail could not find a safe place. Izuku was not going to give up just yet.
"Well. Looks like our efforts were a useless kid. Thanks for trying to protect me from the s-" the man was cut off.
"You could stay at my apartment! It's not that far from here actually...and I don't think my mom would mind you staying." Izuku blurted out. Why did he feel so determined to help out this character?
Stoopid.
The man was flabbergasted as he kept his warm smile, "are you sure?"
"Y-Yes!" He stutters.
And so they went to Izuku's apartment complex.
"It's just up these flight of stairs..." Izuku smiled at the man, unknowing of what fate had in store for him.
He nods and then the two got to the apartment and before Izuku could get his keys out the man had punched him in the head and made izuku's head hit a corner.
No blood.
Just unconscious.
The man looked around, with no cameras.
He took Izuku to the back of the apartment complex and quickly got to work. He dug out a hole in a dirt patch quickly thanks to his quirk and then just tossed Izuku into it.
No evidence.
He quickly buried Izuku alive.
Izuku later died six feet under.
A day hours later...
Inko still couldn't find her son.
Her eyes were red and puffy from the thought of losing her only child.
Three years later...
Inko finally gave up, her sadness reflected among the apartment and so she moved away...never finding out what happened to her son.
Izuku had watched the years go by...as a ghost. He wanted to just hold his mom one last time...
What he wouldn't give just to do it.
How the apartment was bare, empty...everything was gone...even his room was emptied out.
His posters, figurines, bed, and his computer just sold.
He hated how nobody could see how much we were crying and screaming about what happened to him. He ultimately gave up.
He couldn't even leave the apartment complex. He was stuck to this place.
It's been about a good eight years now since that day.
Who knew ghosts appearances can age. He looked older, and his clothes...well he got used to being a ghost so now he could change it so he wasn't in the middle school uniform anymore.
He still missed talking to someone.
He would watch TV in a neighboring apartment and kept track of the days.
He would be 25 by now.
He wished someone could see him, without freaking out.
