Not Gone. (Ghost Deku AU)

Chapter 5ive

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I wake up to the sound of alarm going off. I don't bother opening my eyes, I grab the alarm clock and throw it across the room, just off of pure instinct. I groan and get up. Walking slowly over to the clock sitting on the floor, now in pieces.

"Hizashi! I broke another clock!" I yell into the main living area where I can smell the soft scent of pancakes.

"Well, why did you do that again?" I peak around the corner and give him the best 'you really think I meant to break it?' look. I mean, I did want it to shut up, so I guess I succeeded in that aspect.

I walk over to the closet where a pile of broken clocks sit on the floor, I throw the newest addition on top and walk into the kitchen. "Pancakes, huh? Again?"

"It's one of the only foods I know how to make, if you don't like it you can just eat some cereal." I'll pass on the cereal. I sit down at the island in the middle of  the kitchen and watch the blonde flip the pancakes on the stove.

"I wonder how many I am going have to expel today." I sigh,

"You aren't really supposed to expel any Shouta." I stare at him. I'm not about to have some incompetent class. Hizashi shuffles some pancakes onto the plate in front of me, I eat them quietly. I watch as he grabs himself a plate and dowses it in maple syrup. I don't know how he can eat that. I look at my phone and notice the time.

"I  guess we should get going, huh?"

"YEAHH, WE DON'T WANT TO BE LATE FOR THE FIRST DAY!" His excitement radiates off him.

"Hizashi. Too. Loud." he smiles lightly at me. I walk over to the door and slide my shoes on, grabbing the yellow sleeping bag that I placed by the door yesterday on the way out.

"Shouta, you can't seriously be bringing that."

"What is there something wrong with me bringing it?" I ask in response,

"Well, I mean I guess not." I walk to the door and wait for Hizashi to finish grabbing his stuff, when all the sudden he bangs his knee on the corner of the island.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Ouch, my ears.

(Now we know why Aizawa was in such a mood the first day)

We walk into the teachers lounge to be greeted by Nemuri. (Midnight for anyone who doesn't know)

"Yo! First day jitters?" She says in response to my sleepless looking eyes.

"'Zashi banged his knee this morning." Everyone in the room noticeably winces and groans. Hizashi elbows me but I ignore it. I take my seat next to Sekijiro as Nezu enters the room with All Might. (Sekijiro is Vlad King.)

"Good morning teachers! Today is the first day of the school year! Please take all of your students to the opening ceremony today at 11 sharp! All Might will be visiting some of the classes today, so please let him know what he is to work on with the students!" All Might gives a slight nod as Nezu continues his speech until he is interrupted by the bell. "Okay, teachers! Have good first days!" I stand up and grab the brown folder with my name on it. These are my students, huh? I read the files as I walk to the classroom only to see a short girl, I think her name was Ochako Uraraka, talking to an obnoxious boy, Tenya Iida.

I walk up behind them and speak, "If you want to make friends go play somewhere else. This is the pro hero course." I could visible see them freeze mid conversation. The rest of the class quickly follows, "It took eight seconds for you all to be quiet. Time is limited, you should use your free time for something better than just chatting.". I throw some gym uniforms onto a desk. "Go put these on and meet me at the training field."

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"A quirk assessment?" kids call out.

"We have no time to waste, becoming a hero isn't easy work.  You are in my class, so you will do as I say." The kids look a little standoffish, did I take it a little far? No, if they can't handle this there is no way they could become heroes. "Bakugo, you finished at the top of the practical exam, what is your best result for the soft ball throw?"

"67 meters." The boy responds.

"Try using your quirk this time." I explain. The boy stands up to the pitch and yells out as he throws the ball "DIE!", I ignore the strange remark, the ball goes as far as it can as explosions train behind it. Well, that's to be expected, wait.

A cold air whips past me and carries the ball further. What is this? The ball finally touches the ground, 783 meters. Somethings not right here. The class gasps at the result and each student eagerly awaits their turn to try. One after another I record the data, but I still feel uneasy from that first throw. Did someone else in the class try to help him? No, that doesn't make any sense. No one has any sort of wind quirk. What the hell was that?

After all the tests are done I send the students back to chance into their uniforms. I feel the small cool breeze wrap around me. This again?
"Pstttt, Aizawa!" I see All Might whisper from behind a tree. He isn't in his muscle form.

"What now?" I inquire.

"You felt that just now right? And earlier?" What is he going on about? Did he feel it too?

All Might explained the situation to me, the dead kid, how he was Bakugo's childhood friend.

"This sure seems strange doesn't it."

"Yes, we are trying to find out more but have been unsuccessful thus far." the skinny form whispers. I hear something. I look around to see Bakugo,

"Aizawa-sensei, can I redo my softball throw, there was something off about it." He looks upset, a glimmer of anger hiding in his dropped head.

"Yeah, I know the situation now, All Might just explained it all to me." These kids are going to be a handful.

I let the boy step onto the pitch once again.

"Oi, Nerd, don't you interfere this time, I wan't to be the best, all on my own!" He yells out, that's when I see something I've never seen before, and apparently Bakugo hasn't either. The sand lifts up warping lightly into the shape of a teenage boy, it nods before disappearing into the ground again. What have I gotten myself into this time? "Deku! You damn nerd! If you could do that before that would have saved us so much time!"

"Bakugo, we can talk about this later, just do the throw." The boy throws the ball for the second time, the trail of explosions following until it hits the ground once again.

"705.2 meters. Now get to class, everyone will be waiting." The boy grunts in retaliation to his throw, he must not be happy with how far it got on his own. This kid has some serious issues.

"So, Aizawa, what are you going to do?" The skinny figure says.

"I'm going to go back to class, then? Sleep." I can't deny that this kid exists. But that sounds like a tomorrow Shouta problem.

A/n, listen I know that I said this would come out right after the last chapter but school work and other stuff distracted me. So, to make it up, today I will post 3 chapters!-Miss_Fall

It took me way to long to write.