『a hobo of a man but he has a kind heart』

It took two days of watching the world from the familiar rooftop for the young boy to fully understand.

Time passes too quick for his liking he blinks and a new day has begun. As such the third day creeps up out of nowhere. The boy floating on the edge didn't even register the sun rising and falling each day, nor the change in weather. He just hovered looking mindlessly over the small people below.

It almost drags a sigh from him yet he had no breath to push out. It made the boy pause about his new- can he call it a life? It draws away his attention nevertheless and he focused on the growing feeling.

Death is never easy to explain especially to the living. It's why they fear it. It's common sense to fear the unknown. A safety feature ingrained into each person.

It's a hard thing to explain. How Izuku can't feel anything, not physically, the cold never bothers him, he can't get wet when it rains, he can't heat up when he's cold. A flame dose little more than look pretty.

It saddens the boy, drawing a far off memory of all the things he once loved. Speaking of his mind, could Izuku feel mentally? The answer is a simple yes.

Oh so many, yet so few emotions stir up. He has no stomach yet the twisted gut feeling still looms almost taunting. The fact that he's dead being rubbed in his face.

He's left a shell of his former self, forced to stay and suffer while others pass though him like he never existed. To be fair he didn't have much of an existence to begin with but there were a few people...

The empty feeling that fills his body provides proof enough that he is unable to perceive some if not all feelings that aren't directly linked to his death.

It makes his head pound when his mind wanders dangerously close to it. That day, the memories. It's still too raw to review. And to be honest Izuku would rather not talk about it. He can wish to forget about it but something tells him it's not that easy to do.

Whatever is keeping him here wants him to feel completely helpless. He's sure it's part of a bigger plan. There has to be a reason.

The only positive Izuku can see to this whole situation is that he's away from that man and his followers.

He could never get a good vibe from him. His suit was too clean. His posture and speech was too practiced. It was all unnatural, rehearsed.

The others, the others moved more freely. They were human, they tried to save his life and they weren't all bad. Their actions however. Those were very very bad. Each one of them had committed a crime that could easily have them put in the highest security prison. Maybe death follows them around. Was Izuku even special to them, Or was he just another faceless casualty.

No. He was special. That man told him. He was a creation that man said so. Izuku was his creation.

He doesn't know why but his mind is always clouded by him. Fuzzy sounds and foreign touches ghost over him. It's a feeling Izuku wants to scrub off. He hates how even in death this man who was clearly obsessed with him, still holds so much power. Is it his quirk? Or is the boy just suffering some weird side affects of being there. Who cares. It's not like they can do much he is dead after all.

That's weird to think. Weird to admit and weird to accept. He's a ghost now. Cursed to wonder till the end of time. And forever is such a long time.

It does make him wonder if there are more people- beings? Like him.

Ghosts if you will. If there are people like him, do they suffer the same fate as Izuku? Are there ghosts who died happy and are unable to feel anything but happiness and warmth? He envies anyone like that.

If someone Could just tell the boy why he's still here. Is it revenge? Spite? Is he unable to let go? Or is someone stopping him. Interfering with fate. What is he holding on to. Is there a final task he has to complete before he's granted reincarnation?

That thought is unsettling. It scares him. Leaves his carcass empty, which makes room for the growing anger, an unfamiliar emotions to him. Who has caused this?

When Izuku was alive he strove for kindness and to be happy. He could never hold a grudge. People would praise him on his lovable personality. His kindness. His will to help anyone no matter the cost. And they'd tease him for his over trusting traits. The fact he'd forgive anyone who asked for it. He was used and played, he knows that- he knew that. Still he couldn't find himself to be angry. Anger never got anyone anywhere. He's be trying to tell... trying to tell... who has he been trying to tell?

An angry person? A family member. His friend? Who was-

Kacchan! It was Kacchan he's been telling. Why did he forget that? Never mind it wasn't important.

However now that anger is the only thing Izuku feels. He can feel how his friend does. He can try to understand how he feels and acts because of it. Maybe he can help him if he understands. Or if he can see the boy.

A sad smile graced his lips. No one can see him. He's gone. Izuku has died. It's a depressing thought. He tries pushing it away. Hiding it under whatever he can. He just doesn't want to deal with it now. Somehow it works and all his anger sadness and mix of moods slowly seems to fade away. Slipping like sand between his fingers.

Nothing replaces the anger. He's just empty again. Now the small boy is like a void, a literal void. Nothing and no one inhabited it. Completely empty until one emotion racks over his body and takes over every aspect his being. He's hit with a huge wave that could easily knock him off his feet. Something keeps him standing or floating. Glueing him to the spot to be made to endure the storm.

There is no escape. His death still haunts him and it's impact is taunting him.

He died slowly. That's just facts.

He died filled with swirls of emotions. He was angry and scared he was confused and upset. And a small part of him was happy. Happy it was over. Happy to let go. Happy to not have to act or suffer anymore. But now he's stuck. And that little sliver of happiness seems to have fled.

Maybe it's because of the way he died. Maybe he craves revenge on the hero. Maybe it's just some freak accident. Or maybe it's a quirk? His quirk? Impossible he's quirkless. Unless...?

No... He refuses, he won't. Why is he stuck here? He shouldn't exist. It's impossible. He's impossible! It's just a story. He can't just be dead but still "alive". It makes no sense.

The angry feeling from before pushes back up into him and grows. He feels it merging with a deep sadness. Both emotions fight for dominance. Swirling and storming it feels like he'll be ripped from the inside out.

His cheeks start to sting, and his body heat up to a level close to the flames that killed him. Other emotions join the fight and Izuku feels his body swaying like a leaf in a storm.

Lifting a pale hand up to his face he finds a surprise. A liquid flows from his unblinking eyes and tricks down to his chin. Pulling his hand back he sees the clear salty liquid except he doesn't. A deep red iron infused liquid coats his fingers.

You have to be kidding. 'is...is he crying blood?' This is too much like a movie. Where is the hidden camera. Harry hill is he on you've been framed? It's a short lived laugh as his mind is back at it agin.

It's starts screaming and thrashing as the storm inside him rages to a new high.

Izuku hates this. It's a brink of a mental breakdown. If he can even have one now he's dead. Izuku decides ghosts can and do have big break downs on the regular.

He also knew if he could he'd be breathing heavily or even hyperventilating, almost passing out but enduring it a little longer to suffer a little bit more. But that's the thing isn't it. The dead can't breath. His chest doesn't rise and fall and He apparently can't show emotions unless it's in a destructive way.

Why does he deserve this. Did he deserve this? No one can see him! What's the point! Is this punishment for something? What did he do to deserve this? What was that bad? Was he a bad kind of a person?! His mind flashes to the sharper memories of that day.

He relives the feeling of himself falling again and again but this time the world stays clear. He phases through floors grabbing at air to stop and let him go. He doesn't until he reaches a familiar floor. A room plainly decorated surrounds him. Is this his own apartment?

His body stops falling and he floats just above the floor. Maybe an inch or two from hitting it. He reaches out his hands to hit the floor but they go straight through. As his anger rises the lights start to flicker around him. He pays it no mind trying and struggling to get up. Nothing works so a weird strangled scream fills the room's silence.

Izuku's filled with confusion and annoyance. He lets out another frustrated noice this time reaching a pitch that hurt even his ears and shook the room. Feelings swirl and crash in the hollow body of a boy. A teenage boy. One that died too young and got trapped between worlds.

He managed to stand and lets go of the barrier holding back everything. It's pure carnage. Everything he's ever held back gets released all at once. It floods the room and creates a terrible atmosphere.

The door slams open and closed. Sudden drafts fly through the room. Izuku opens his mouth trying to scream but more of the weird strangling noise comes out. He frantically starts pulling at his hair. Anything to try and snap him out of the inevitable meltdown that's occurring.

Izuku tried to stomp his feet on the ground but he can't touch the floor. Flash backs come at full force making him relive the death over and over. He was happy only having fragmented memories but now they all piece together creating a monster memory.

Unknown to the boy he started floating. The more his emotions got out of control the more memories fuelled his rage. The more memories, The more his new "powers" starts exploding.

It got out of hand very quickly. Izuku makes the apartment into a haunted house. Using every trick he's gathered and accidentally using them all. Without realising The smell of Burning flesh wafts around him and far off screams sound. They sound like his voice but he's. not. screaming

Oh wait no, He is screaming. He then manages to get the tv to turn on and starts flickering and changing channel. It lets out a distressed static buzz but it's drowned out in the chaos he's created.

The boys body it's self starts glitching in a way. He flickers with the lights. His body moving between barely visible to fully solid. Each time the lights flash out his appearance changes between a normal looking boy and how he looked moments before death. Body turning dark, and burnt. Deep red and swollen. Blue and bloody. Bones stuck out and visible.

His clothes rip and charred exposing new and old injuries. More blood tears flow down dripping into nothing before reaching the floor. Old scars open letting more red liquid free. Each wound that opens revived a memory to the boy. Memories he thought he had long forgotten.

A real sight for anyone to witness at 4am on a Sunday.

He let out another desperate scream. Hoping some one, anyone will help him out of this nightmare. He can hear footsteps running in his direction but can't open his eyes. He doesn't believe they're real just his mind tricking him.

Izuku's eyes, his new full eyes are clamped shut forced to watch Memories flash behind the closed lids. The same memories that toy with his feelings. Make him feel things he doesn't understand. It's a powerful feeling. One that doesn't helps defuse his tantrum. Old and new the memories dance together creating a new personal hell.

Lovely.

A mug shattered.

The sound is loud and disturbing. And it was enough to break the boy out of the trance. The tv stops buzzing and settles on the news. The static fades with the screams. The door rests and the body of a young boy starts calming back down.

The lights have all stabilise, revealing the sight of a young boy scars poke out from the clothing he has on. It confusing to see. What things had to happen to create this. The boy looks so young. Luckily as Izuku relaxes so does his powers, the smell is all but gone like a distant memory. The lights flicker one last time and when they're back on the boy looks up.

He's left in the middle of the kitchen again. Some how on the end of the counter instead of in it. His clothes look normal and cover most of his battered body. Emotions fade away and the same emptiness came flooding back and with it a strange comfort. He seems to almost slouch in defeat. Finally giving up. Resting.

"Nope, it's too god damn earlier for... whatever you are to be doing whatever this is, in my kitchen."

The boys head turns so fast that his body almost doesn't turn with it. The man who called out cringes at this. The boy seems cautious as he floats closer. Carefully inspecting the stranger. His body turns the normal way and he circles the man a few times. He mutters lowly and backs away again. "I-" the boy seem in pain as he talks. "I'm s-sorry."

Shota was expecting a lot of things but an apology wasn't one of them. He sighs walking in and pouring a new cup of coffee. "Kid why are you in my kitchen at 4am?"

Izuku taken back at the statement stays still for a moment. "W-well you see this was m-my place before, w-well I-"

Before they moved? G-got moved?

"It's were I woke up s-so I just stayed. I guess my mom moved out." He sounded sad and unsure. But still showed no evidence of lying. Aizawa didn't know why but, he liked this kid. He felt a certain connection to the boy. He felt bad for him. He wanted to help him. He wanted to know his story. This boy intrigued shota.

"Wait what are you?" He repeats. The ghost boy look sadly at him. "I'm not sure? Right now I'm a boy in your kitchen at 4am." He makes a sighing noise as he floats around. "I can leave." He continues. Looking down at the shattered mug.

Aizawa isn't sure if he means the building or the what but he nods in understanding. "Okay kid well your a thing In my-your old apartment. You woke me up and were acting crazy you almost scared my cats. Your lucky 'zashi isn't here or he'd freak." The man takes a sip of his coffee. "I don't care if you stay as long as you aren't too much trouble. But you will explain this to me later for now...Just do whatever you do I'm going back to bed." And so he does. He walks away and Izuku is left questioning his existence aswell as the mans since he could see and talk to him. He'd need to research this man. Make sure he's trustworthy. Until then he'd just float around. Maybe watch the sunrise from high up somewhere. The roof?