Not Gone. (Ghost Deku AU)

Chap10r Ten

This chapter dedicated to @ICanSingReallyWell @Otaku_Bitch @TheVeryMuchRandom  @creatorofalice  @Quookie @spicybunningsnag @Stupid_Cactus18 and many others, thank you for all your amazing comments. (That was a long dedication and hopefully it worked.)

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Today was a good day, when I got home from work, Mitsuki was cooking in the kitchen! Maybe it's not the greatest tasting, but it's the effort and thought that really tastes good.

We sit down at the table together, bowls of katsudon sitting in front of us. We carry conversation about Mitsuki's job, living with a teenager and other such issues.

"I just seriously don't get that kid!" I guess he is a lot like how she used to be, full of angst and all that. I nod politely as I eat. The conversation comes to an abrupt stop, as a knock sounds though the room, starting at the door. We both turn our heads before I shuffle to the door and open it. A tall, tireless man stands towering over me. I look up at him,

"May I come in? We need to talk about something." I open the door and invite him to sit down. I look back to Mitsuki at the table, she sits wide mouthed.

"Aren't you my sons teacher, Aizawa?" she asks. The man looks up at her.

"You must be Mitsuki. It's nice to meet you, your son is doing very well in my class." She walks over and shakes his hand before rushing over to the door.

"I will leave you two be, I'm sure you are here for a reason!" She closes the door maybe a little bit too hard as I sit down on the couch across from the man.

"Would you like any tea?" I ask,

"No, I have had quite a bit of coffee today, thank you for offering." I nod in response. So why is he-

"I need to talk to you about your son." What? Izuku? Why would someone from UA be interested in him? Is it about the villain?

"Yes, anything you need." I hang my head lightly.

"Your son was quirkless, correct?" He asks,

"Yes, we took him to the doctor on his fourth birthday but it was confirmed he would never get a quirk." He was devastated when he learnt this fact, it's not like I could just forget it. However--

"May I ask, what your and your husbands quirks are?"

"I can just levitate small items and my husband was able to breathe fire." The man furrows his brow. "We never had any sort of powerful quirk like Izuku wanted." The man looks up in interest.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh well, you see, Izuku always wanted to be a hero to protect his friends, he wanted to be like All Might." the man named Aizawa's eyes light up almost as if saying 'bingo'.

"Could you tell me more about your son's interests and such?"

"O-Of course. He always enjoyed hanging around Katsuki and such. He liked to explore and do what he felt like. He was a very adventurous boy but always tended to hide things and try and cover them up."

"How so, hide things?"

"Well, he would always come home with lots of scrapes and bruises, but he was smart enough not to mess around that much. He never wanted to tell me when he got them." I watch the mans eyes as they dart around, almost chasing a stream of thought, connecting points together.

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you so interested in my son?" I ask, I assumed that it was just about the villain, but then why would he be asking such detailed questions?

"I'm afraid I can't go into it just yet, but hopefully soon, I can brief you on the situation. I guess you could say I am just looking into his death. If you don't mind me asking, do you have a photo of your son I can have?",

"I do, if you would like to come with me, it is just in his room." He stands up and follows behind me back to the decorated room. I sit down at the desk and sort though old photos for the best one. The man looks around,

"It's very clean."

"Oh, yes, I actually don't clean it too much, I have no idea how it stays so spotless." Aizawa hums in response, "Ah-ha!" I grab a photo and hand it too him, I have quite a few copies of that one.

"I have just one more question, what was your sons personality like?"

Personality, huh? It's kind of hard to describe people that are just to much for words. "They say a painting is worth 1000 words, so would a quick video work?" I ask. Opening the computer to the video of Izuku playing at the park. The man leans over the chair to get a better view, I move out of the chair and turn up the volume.

'Izuku, isn't the sand too hot?'

'It's worth it if I can play with Kacchan!' he smiles at the camera,

'It's not like I would even be here if it wasn't for my mom.' the blonde boy swipes his head to the side.

'KATSUKI WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT TALKING BACK TO PEOPLE?!'

The video continues as the man is completely absorbed by the video, not missing one detail.

"Would you maybe like some copies of the videos? I have them all copied onto a USB."

"That would be lovely." He responds. I hand him the USB as we make our way to the door, we say a quick goodbye, and he gives me his number, just in case anything important come up about him.

'That was quite strange' I think to myself, picking up the bowls and placing them in the sink for washing. I start running the water when another knock occurs at the door. I really can't catch a break today, can I

I walk back, maybe he forgot something? I wonder... I open the door to be faced with more than 15 young high school students.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Hello! We are class 1-A from UA Academy! We would like to talk to you about your son!" A very enthusiastic blue haired boy announces. I open my door and invite them into the living room, shoes piling up at the door.

"You know, you are the second people to ask me about my son today!" I say with a slight laughter, this is getting pretty intense but they all seem like such lovely kids Izuku would enjoy being with.

"Do you mind telling us about your son? Like his interests and such?" a small girl with a brown bob asks,

"Oh, well, he really liked pork cutlet bowls, heroes, like All Might and such." It's been a while since I really had to think about these sorts of things. "He was also quite into quirks and learning about them."

An energetic yellow haired boy starts speaking, "Hey! Do you ever get this feeling that, you know, maybe he's still ali--,mvmh". Others cover his mouth quickly and smile awkwardly at me.

"Oh, you are talking about the wind?"

A/n hehehe. I was expecting this chapter to be a lot shorter, but I decided to put both sets of conversations in here. I felt this was an interesting place to leave it off. I was wondering if you perfer me writing in 3rd or first person? And is there anything I can help clarify for you when I write? Thanks, -Miss_Fall