The Dead Brother - Ghost Deku

-The end?-

I never believed in the paranormal.

Ever since the birth of quirks, so many ideas like the existence of magic or, in this case, ghosts, demons, the like, were pushed out of the minds of the populace.
They became drunk on the power of their quirks.

The world changed.

The powerful were held on pedestals while the powerless were crushed underfoot.

Squashed on the pavement.

The theory that ghosts existed basically disappeared. No one believes in the paranormal anymore.

Neither did I...

Until today.

Hi,
I'm Izuku Midoriya.

Kacchan calls me Deku, it means useless.

All because I'm quirkless.

Oh! One more thing.

I'm dead

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Ok, I may have to clarify.
Yes I am dead, but I am also a ghost.

Wait, you probably read the title...

Oop-

Uh, anyway.
This... might get sad.

Well, I was always the one picked on, bullies, squashed under foot, bleeding for another one.
My blood spilt for the powerful...

The sacrifice...

I guess I fulfilled my duty huh.

Kacchan.
Katsuki Bakugo.

The crown jewel of Aldera junior high.
The holder of a really powerful quirk.
The king of the school.

And my main tormentor.

It...
It wasn't his fault...

It was just the school...
And everyone...
And...

Me...

But I know it's not true...

He...
he tormented me.

He made me dread school, flinch at his every move...

Hate myself...

Uh...
Well...
I...

"Useless Deku!"

K-kacchan-

"Quirkless loser!"

K... ka-

"I'm sorry Izuku!"

I-

"Take a swan dive off the roof and hope for a quirk in your next life."

Whatever you say Kacchan

You're always right...