It was a simple morning for Aizawa.

- wake up with great effort
- have breakfast which was literally just black coffee.
- come unwillingly to school and collapse in the teacher's lounge before he had to teach.

Well...

His day was perfectly normal until he heard terrified screams coming from outside the teachers lounge. He snapped awake and panicked a little, then he remembered that it was probably his students which were screaming... so why would he give a fuck about them?

However he also remembered that there might be a possibility he could get sued...

So out of spite, Aizawa groggily made his way to the screams.

He didn't care for these children.

They were villains for all he knew.

Murderers.

Many students from different classes crowded his classroom, the screams dying down to mere fearful mumbles and contained whispers.

"Move out the way!" Aizawa ordered, activating his quirk to scare all the children off. Once again, they feared the teacher because of this ominous presence lingering over him nod stepped to the side, feeling a gush of wind pass through them as Aizawa walked into the classroom.

The teacher froze.

His whiteboard messily splattered with crimson letters all jumbled up in different places on the board. The sinister letters dripped what looked like blood into tiny pools onto the floor, streaky stains trailing the wall in a terrifying art piece.

It looked like some sort of code that needed solving, finger prints and hand marks smeared across the letters to make them less readable.

"Who did this?!" Aizawa yelled irritated, assuming that it was some kind of childish prank.

The crowd of students stepped back fearfully, shaking their heads in denial. The teacher groaned and rubbed his forehead "iida get Nezu" he ordered, Aizawa would have to report this.

The class red nodded his head and spear off down the halls; before we knew it. None other than the mouse, bear, rat thing was stood on Midnight's shoulder inspecting the scene.

He raised a paw to his little chin and hummed, motioning Mic to shoo the students out of the room. The pro did as asked and closed the door, waiting for what the principle said next.

"We need to report this to the detective, it may just be a hoax but this liquid looks too real to brush off" he informed, tail swishing curiously behind him.

Aizawa rolled his eyes from behind them 'they report this but not a fucking murder?' He thought with a scowl, burying his face into his warm scarf.

As for a certain ghost.

He was cackling at their reactions, floating because Aizawa while holding his stomach.

"They looked so scared! That was hilarious! Oh~ I can't wait to do so much more!" Izuku spoke to himself, drifting over to the blood splattered board while smiling.

Laughter escaped his lips once again as he slowly rose his finger to the board, he pressed it down in a free space without any letters and making a little doodle of two wings out of the blood.

The teachers gasped, there was no one there... ah! The perfect explanation.

An invisibility quirk

"Toru? Are you there!" Midnight called, the door then opened and the invisible girl peaked her head out from the hallway, cautiously looking into the room.

"Y-yes"

The teachers eyes widened, then... it couldn't possibly be her.

"Nothing, thank you" she shooed off the girl and put her attention back to the board, eyes scanning the little doodle which was just drawn.

Nezu thought for a moment, making out the code and piecing together the doodle. It only took him two minutes to figure it out.

"I am back"

Nezu spoke up, his fur standing on edge.

Mic raised his eyebrow "what?"

"It says, I am back" the principle repeated, jumping off Nerumi's shoulder and calling the detective on his phone.

The teachers were left alone as the principle walked out of the classroom and ordered all the students to go back to class, they nervously did so after being promised answers in the new future.

Aizawa let himself out, needing some time alone.

He went to the teachers lounge which was luckily empty and took his familiar futon right next to the coffee machine, reaching for a mug.

"Would you like some help with that?"

Aizawa jumped at the sudden voice and let go of the mug suddenly, however it never hit the floor.

The mug seemed to levitate and be placed back on the coffee table afterwards. Aizawa racked his brain "no one is there Shota. You're seeing things again" he tried to convince himself; however a certain someone wasn't happy with this.

"You're not going crazy Aizawa-sensei"

The male jumped again, rubbing his ears violently.

"Don't ignore me Sensei, I mean no harm... well I mean no harm to you"

Aizawa looked around the empty room, activating his quick to see if this was the work of someone else. However nothing happened, only that same small shadow lingering in his vision.

"If you're a student. I don't have time for you, go away" Aizawa stated as a last resort, rubbing his temples.

"Aww really? But I'm the one who saved you at the USJ"

Aizawa froze at the statement, the previous events flashing through his mind "that was you?"

The echoey voice gave a hum "finally, took you a while"

The teacher was now on alert, this person was dangerous. Extremely dangerous in fact, with an extraordinary quirk not to mention.

"Why can't i erase your quirk?" Aizawa asked now sternly, standing up ready to defend himself when a force pushed him back to the futon.

Suddenly a transparent figure was standing right in front of the teacher, white featured wings on his back as skin as pale and soft as untouched snow became more visible.

Bouncy green hair caught his attention, pointed ears and a sprinkling of freckles making Aizawa freeze.

He looked like an angel.

Was this... really who he thought it was?

"M-midoriya... how? Y-your dead" Aizawa whispered in disbelief, reaching out his hand to see if he was really there.

Izuku gently grabbed his hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"The one and only! Who else would it be"

Sweet laughter echoed around the room, Izuku letting go of his hand and stepping back while flying around the whole room with a happy grin.

"Did I die?"

"No sensei! It's me Izuku come onnn~ we live in a supernatural world, what's so surprising about a ghost?"

Aizawa rubbed his head, placing a hand on his chest to make sure his heart was still beating.

Unfortunately it was...

Much to Aizawa's dismay

"Midoriya..." Aizawa whispered in disbelief, watching the ghost like figure float around the room. Izuku came to a stop and floated next to the male, feathery wings curled neatly behind his back "you were intending to let me go weren't you? I suppose that would've been for the best"

The teacher raised his eyebrow, still trying to figure out the situation "Midoriya I'm so sorry... if I could've done anything I would" he mumbled, regret filling his voice as he looked at the angelic behind sat next to him.

"You've no need to apologise. and now that I'm here... would you like to punish those who killed me? Those who laughed at my death on their phones?"

Izuku's voice was luring, setting Aizawa's mind at a strange ease and making his thoughts seep into mush.

"Of corse I want them to be punished, their just as much as villains in my eyes, their murders" Aizawa placed his hand on his face, harshly rubbing his eye sockets.

Izuku drifted in front of the male, his transparent hands clasped together happily.

"What do you say we... work together Sensei?"