Within one day, All Might's reputation had been reduced to ashes.

'All Might sides with the villains! A mass killing broke out at the sports festival! Hundreds of casualties were inevitable and All Might is currently being interrogated!'

The news was everywhere.

The number one hero goes from loved to despised at the click of a button.

It worked so perfectly... it couldn't have gone better.

"Did you enjoy it Aizawa-Sensei? Seeing all those people screaming terrified. You did didn't you? I can tell" izuku taunted, floating around the pro's house.

UA had been closed down temporarily, it was flooded with detectives, police and pro heroes  all around so both teachers and students were forced to go home... not like Aizawa was complaining.

"It was certainly interesting to watch..." he gave in, staring at Izuku who was floating above his television.

"Hehe... that's good..."

"I was going to ask you how you did it" Shota spoke up, pouring himself a cup of black coffee.

"Hm? Do what?" The ghost wondered, drifting over to Aizawa with an eyebrow raise.

"How'd you make it look like All Might was to cause?..." the teacher wondered. Not many things untreated Aizawa before, but now things just seemed different.

Shota was feeling excited.

"Oh that! It well it was super simple! I just created an illusion around All Might to make it look like he was the one who triggered the button" izuku shrugged as if nothing.

Shota stared with wide eyes before taking a victorious sip of his coffee.

"Well... what would you like to do today? Since UA is closed" Shota wondered, taking of his shirt and replacing it with a knitted sweater.

"We can just relax~ all this haunting is making me tired" izuku groaned, taking a seat on Aizawa's futon.

The teacher raised his eyebrow and sat next to him, draping a blanket over them both.

"But you're... dead. How are you tired?" He asked a little awkwardly, turning on the tv to the news.

Izuku shrugged and snuggled into his teacher's side, closing his eyes in the warmth "I guess it just follows you after death. That's the thing I hate, I still feel lonleu, hungry and touch starved, I miss my mama but there's not much I can do about that..."

Izuku sounded sad for once, like he hated what he was right now.

Almost as if he just wanted to rest peacefully, for his soul to be untethered to the mortal world.

But then again, something was holding him back.

Aizawa decided to question him further "what will happen once you get your revenge?"

"I'll have to leave you Sensei, though it'll be a good thing for me. I'm sure you'll enjoy not having me around" izuku laughed, staring at the screen as his emerald eyes glimmered.

"Don't be stupid. Of corse I won't be happy when you leave, but I want you to be happy so I'll cope"

It was midday now, Aizawa and Izuku had spent most of the day talking about their plans and the future.

Shota had fallen asleep on the futon after the ghost had fed him well with sushi. Izuku was quite the cook after all, Shota practically had his own chef.

Izuku was walking around the streets of Tokyo fucking around with some people for fun, after all the city was in chaos; their beloved 'symbol of peace' had just been framed as a villain after all.

The ghost was just staring at the large TV screen above the crowd of people when a sudden searing pain tore at his chest.

It was strange... izuku couldn't feel pain. He was dead after all.

He gasped and fell to the floor when the pain got worse, the feeling like a million boiling needles being dug into his very soul.

Amidst his agony, an idea sprung to mind.

His body.

That was the only possible solution. Someone was tempering with his corpse.

As far as Izuku knew, his body had been sealed in cement somewhere on campus by Cementos; it should be impossible for anyone to get too.

Unless that someone had a quirk... a disintegration quirk to be more specific.

"Shigaraki Tomura" izuku hissed, his mind becoming wild with every fantasy of killing the male.

In an instan, the ghost flew back to where his body was hidden. It was preserved in a black of cement in ground beta the last Izuku checked... just as he expected. A small pile of ash lay in its place.

They had taken his body, and izuku was absolutely fuming with rage.

Once again izuku collapsed to the floor in pain, they were burning him.

Izuku could physically feel his skin melting.

Swiftly he closed his eyes and located his body, descending into the air and flying over many building before he came to a bar on the outskirts of the city in a back ally.

'What a poor excuse for a fucking hideout' izuku thought to himself while faxing through the door, ignoring the agonising pain which was now at his stomach.

"Have some patience shiggy! We went through so much to get this fucking rotting corpse" Toga growled, holding back the male from destroying half the bar.

"How long do I have to stand here and burn this thing? It smells" Dabi groaned, pinching his nose shut while using his quirk to slowly burn Izuku's corpse.

They couldn't see izuku right now. But fuck was he furious. He wasn't planning on getting these lot involved in his revenge, but he might just have to now.

"Kurogiri this is a load of bullshit. We really just took a corpse for nothing" Shigaraki complained, raising his hand to Izuku's body in the intent to disintegrate it.

In a split second, his wrist snapped upwards; an awful cracking sound making the villain's cringe as Shigaraki yelled out in pain and staggered back.

"AGH! what the fuck was that?! Kurogiri!" The villain yelled, clutching his disfigured wrist in pain.

"You think that's painful? Fucking pathetic"

Everyone froze, a sudden wash of dread overcoming them as a cold sweat travelled down their faces.

Then all the lights clicked off, leaving the villain's to panic in the darkness at the unknown voice.

"I see you've stolen something of mine. Am I correct?" The ghostly voice echoed, everyone paled at the statement.

Shigaraki urgently searched the darkness with his vivid crimson eyes "who are you" he ordered.

Laughter filled the tense room.

"There's no need for people like you to know me. Now I've got two options for everyone in this room, would you like to hear?" The voice spat, the lights turning on as soon as his sentence finished.

Izuku haunted his own corpse, making it stand in front of them creepily; his still burning flesh dripping horrifically to the floor as strings of tendons were all that was left holding tugrther his decomposing body.

Terrified shrieks came from the villain's at the sight, some getting into fighting stances.

"Option one: instant and painful death.
Option two: a long painful death, on the bright side you'd get to spend more time with me"

The corpse spoke, it's hollow mouth devoid of a tongue making the jaw rattle.

No one responded and instead stared in horror.

"So what will it be villain's?"