Not Gone. (Ghost Deku AU)

Chap1er Seven7een

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I sat quietly in the staff room. The events of just a few hours engraved in my brain. The newly constructed spirit box sat in front of me. We have too many theories about this boy, an after death activation? Or undetected medium-like quirk? I pick up the box, folding my fingers around it.

I hear the lunch bell loudly ring once again, commanding me back to the classroom where dozens of problematic children sit. 

"Midoriya, follow me home today, we need to talk." I state into the microphone, unsure whether or not he is even here to listen to my words. I walk down the hallway, back to the classroom. Only turn and slide the door open to chaos, something I have sadly gotten used to over the past few weeks. But I don't know how the class is going to react to this new news. They have just gotten settled down after the last incident.

The class slowly silences as I stand at the front, watching those who do not obey with the quietness.

"Class, I have an important announcement," that for some reason the school has decided to continue with. "The annual sports Festival will be continuing in two weeks." The room divides, those who are excited, and those who are concerned given the previous events. Iida quickly raises his hand, I make a motion to silence him,

"I can understand those of you that are concerned following the recent actions of the group now identified as the League of Villains. However, this event will be crawling with hundreds of pro-heroes. Your safety can be absolutely confirmed." I draw in a quick breath, noticing the previously concerned students being relieved of their anxiety. 

The class was understandably more excited to fight each other at the sparring matches. Some people going out of their way to fight those that are stronger than themselves, leaving some, Todoroki and Bakugo in particular,  to fight more matches, improving their stamina. A win-win in my opinion.

 I watched the matches quietly, pointing out the odd thing mid-match before going over tactics after each round. The over-looming thought of this morning still covering my mind in an intense shadow. 

By the time I had made my way home, the questions I would finally be getting solved ran crazed through my mind. But more importantly than those, the thought most prominent, was if the kid was okay.  

I walked slowly through the quiet entrance way. Moving slowly to the kitchen, the home of the coffee machine, where I get ready to pour my fifth cup of the day. 

The warm cup steams up in my hand, careful not to spill, I continue my way into the study. 'This place is almost like my second bedroom at this point.' I though to myself. Hizashi wouldn't be home for another couple of hours, after being caught up in sports festival stuff. I grab the spirit box out from my bag, placing it carefully onto the desk. I dial it through the channels for the second time today. I only hope this time it's not like the last.

I tune the box through the dials, but hear nothing. I reset it more times than necessary. Only to hear nothing, static, static, static. I sip my coffee, letting the fleeting heat reach its way down my throat. I sit at the box, listening.

Time passes quickly, Hizashi came home almost an hour ago now. Not one word out of the box. We sat in the study together and listened. We cooked dinner and listened. Did he not get my message? Is there something else wrong? The island in the kitchen now housed two full plates. 

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really." I replied, pausing to finish my bite. 

"We need to at least talk about some of it. He caused hundreds of dollars of damage due to those windows. Nothing the school can't replace, but what if it was worse?" Hizashi asks, looking at me concerned. 

"From what I know, the windows breaking was part of his ability. Not sure how it weaves together into his quirk, but that's definitely why." I drop my fork onto the plate and stand up to wash the newly created mess. 

"The kids were able to figure out that much. How much more do they know? Could they help? I mean, it sounds like they were looking into it."

"I don't know, Hizashi. I want to try and keep them out of this as much as possible." 

"Well, why don't we just go over the information we have now?" He places his head tilted into his hand. 

"I guess. We know his name is Izuku Midoriya. We know he was killed 9 years ago in a villain attack. We know that he is dea- wait, no. We know he can communicate through the spirit bo-, wait, no, we don't know if that works anymore. We know that he is a ghost- well I mean not exactly." I hang my head lightly, we know almost nothing yet.

"Well, like I said earlier, maybe we just need to train his quirk." I pour myself a glass of water. A change of pace, I need to think clearly. 

I set the glass down. The day felt wasted, all I did was sit at the desk for an entire evening.

"Why don't we go to bed. Maybe he is just exhausted after the events of this morning." Hizashi suggests. I nod patiently waiting for him to finish his food.

"Quirk exhaustion. That's what this is, right? It's not something else?"  

"Shouta! We can't keep on this all night. Why don't we get up early tomorrow and think about it then?" In Hizashi's mind, he knew Shouta would never get up early, but they both needed sleep.

I head to the bedroom, and change, climbing into the large bed shortly after. 'Tomorrow.' I thought as all ideas slowly slipped away from my reach and I fell asleep.

A/n, hey everyone! Sorry I was gone for way to long, I'm not going to make any excuses, I am sorry, but I am back now and hope you enjoyed this chapter. The chapter after the next will be another longer one due to me being silly and not wanting to split them into two chapters. -Miss_Fall (also if you see any errors, please point them out I edited this really fast.)