Izuku Midoriya, a young boy once thought quirkless, dies in a tragic accident after getting to close to a villain attack. The story starts after Katsuki Bakugo feels strange things happening around him, dangerous accidents just barely missing him, c...
"This meeting is now called to order!" the detective announces, since contemplating, Nezu has informed a trusted police detective in hopes to get some more un-reported information.
Tan folders fly across the table, falling into the hands of teachers. On the folders was labeled 'STUDENT 4981', a code name in hopes to protect any information about the case. Many teachers open their folders as the small principal begins assessing the situation.
"Student 4981, otherwise known as Izuku Midoriya. He is 14 (6) years of age, birthday July 15th XXXX. Assumed date of death May 21st XXXX. Quirk, ghost. Details, unknown." the white animal puts his tea down. "We have very few details in this case, but we must know the extent on the situation. The boy seems to have been planning something, but what that is, is unknown." The principal gestures to the sleepless teacher.
"He has one family member, I will go to meet with her later today. The kid was presumed quirkless, however I noticed that he still may have gotten it while still living and just not have noticed. But we can assume the quirk could only activate after his death." Murmurs spread quietly throughout the table of pros. Light conversations about the quirk can be heard. All the teachers were thinking the same thing, 'a quirk that activated after death? There has never been such a thing!' but they all felt it deep inside, they knew this was no joke. They knew they were in a staring contest with the future of quirks, just by glancing at a small folder.
"If anyone has had any experiences," the darkly dressed teacher announces, "come talk to Nezu, All Might, or myself." Nods appear, teachers thinking into the past, thinking about what little information they have, thinking about the previously unbelievable situation.
"It seems the boy is trying to do something." the muscle less-form announces from the end of the table. "We just need to figure out what it is."
"The boy has continuously looked out for his childhood friend, and the other students in his class have reported feeling similar experiences. It seems that the boy has planned things out even to the extent of the kids he desires to surround the other boy." the detective continues.
"I can confirm that he was the one who decided who was placed into class 1-A." Nezu says quietly while sipping on his tea, a few small gasps appear. "However, there is one person he seemed to desire in the class who is not there." The pro's and detective turn to face the speaker, the room fills with a silence so strong you could hear a feather float to the ground. The teachers all think about what he said, how could the boy have decided who went into each class?
"You said there is one who isn't in the class?" a hero asks from the opposite end of the table.
"Hitoshi Shinsou, a boy in general studies. He is currently trying to switch from general to the hero course." Eyes fall upon the intelligent creature once again. "He says he's felt it getting stronger the past few months. The boy's wind that is." select eyes widen, while others contemplate the situation.
"I say we move him." Aizawa announces, specific thoughts running though his mind, "If he wants him to be in the class, there is a reason." the 31-year-old teacher had to admit. He was impressed by the young ghost. The tactical thought throughout his plans, the time he spent, the teacher was amazed, and wanted to know more.
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I walk into the class and take my seat, throwing my legs on top of my desk. I can hear someone yelling about in the class how I'm acting "improper", and how "I don't listen". I couldn't care less. I guess karma is just slowly returning from when I was younger.
The newly self-proclaimed "Bakusquad" come sit by my desk, turning chairs to face me.
"So that was a fun game!" that Uniqua breaks through the nosiness of the room.
"Too bad we didn't really learn much!" Kirishima talks back, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. Silence quickly covers the room. I have an uneasy feeling they know what we were talking about. Eyes quickly pounce and latch onto us. We look back.
"'tch." I whip my head to the side, watching them through the corner of my eye. The round face want to speak, hesitating before continuing.
"What did you guys learn? Sorry, but I'm guessing you are talking about that kid." She puts her finger on her chin, mumbling to herself, something about not remembering his name.
"Midoriya." Ponytail finished for her.
"So what?" I ask angrily.
"We just want to know more about him. I mean, he has been hanging around all of us, not just you." She talks back. That's it. I stand up, my arms extending before her face to throw a large explosion at her. Before I can, Flex tape grabs my arm, pulling it down. I glare at him and sit down.
"Fine." I finally speak, after resting for a second. "If you want to know more about him." I quickly write down an address on a small piece of paper. "Go here. BUT I SWEAR TO SATAN, DON'T TELL HER ANYTHING ABOUT HIM NOT BEING DEAD OR I WILL BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF." I can't push that on her. Not after all this time, she wouldn't be able to handle it. She finally got used to being alone, and I'm not going to make it worse.
The rest of the day went on without a hitch. Apparently in a few days we are going to be doing this training thing at a place called the "U.S.J.", it sounds dumb and I really don't want to do it but whatever. It gets me out of this shit-hole just to put me in another. At lunch I heard something about the rest of the class going to talk to Mrs. Midoriya, but I have no intention of going. I am just going to FOR ONCE have a nice RELAXING evening, at home.
Leaving the school building, I notice the majority of our class bunched up together at the gate, probably going to go and-- Nope, not my problem.
I walk down the same paths I have for a while now, listening to whats around me until I get home. I open the door and kick my shoes off, leaving them in a slight mess at the door. I walk to the kitchen and open the cupboards, grabbing a bowl, and pouring myself a "few" chips. I close the cupboard only to be dead faced with a sticky note.
"Going to Mrs. Midoriya's for dinner, make something for yourself."
Crap.
A/n, so originally this was going to be one short chapter and a long one, however, I was writing and wanting to split some of it up. So I have 0 promises for how long the next one will be. I will try and get two chapters out this week, but I'm really behind on writing due to school, thanks for understanding. Also I took this screenshot a few days ago, and in regards to the votes, nice. -Miss_Fall
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