『ready or not here I come!』

Once the boy hears the door click shut and the keys jingle as it locks. He very slowly ventures out of the room. He starts by peeking his head through the wall and looking both ways. Indeed it seems no one was there. Izuku was alone.

Now that Aizawa is gone and it's for at least the whole day. Izuku can explore the whole house and leave it.

Leave it?

Is that really what he wanted to do now. Leave this new- old home? Well he's sure Aizawa would appreciate having his guest bedroom back... and he wouldn't have to worry about Izuku all the time.

Aizawa would be able to do whatever he wants and not have to worry about a boy he has stuck at home in his spare bedroom!

Even as a ghost Izuku still believes he's a burden to people. "This is ridiculous." Izuku mutters out. Stopping the quickly spiralling thoughts.

Where would he even go. It's not like he has a home anymore, this was his home for gods sake! Now it's not, it's time he learnt that.

Finally time to face the music.

Maybe he could try to find Kacchan's house? It used to be near this place when he lived here. That is if he's remembering correctly and if they haven't moved yet. Yeah maybe he could visit them.

He already feels the bad decisions that are about to be made. Regardless of that even if he did find their house, he couldn't stay with them. It wouldn't be fair especially if they can't see him. Or if Aizawa found out somehow.

And it's not like he could just poof!disappear or move on, or whatever dead people do. Maybe he could find what's keeping him here? Yeah! That's what other ghosts do all day right. Well he hasn't actually seen any other ghosts but that doesn't mean he's the only one.

Okay new plan, Visit kacchan, if he can find him, then get back in time for Aizawa to be home.

Yeah he won't leave just yet it's not fair to the Aizawa. He can't pop up out of nowhere then leave out of nowhere with zero explanation.

Once the decision had been made Izuku leaves the apartment floating away as fast as he can. He travels in circles around the Neighbourhood searching for something, anything Familiar.

Izuku can't see anything that gives him a clue or lead to the direction of the blonds house. After a while he gives up floating over to a nearby park.

As he floated through the gate he had a strange sense of déjà vu, he could almost see holograms of kids running and playing. It was like there were more ghosts. None of them payed izuku any mind so he stays unsure on who or what they are.

He slumps his shoulders as he aimlessly trails around. He passes by the unusually abandoned play ground and swing set sparing it a glance. One look causes the boy to fall again. Izuku drops to the floor with a grunt. He's forced onto his knees and clutches at his head.

It pounds over and over again making the boys vision blur. When the pain starts to fade Izuku is left with a memory he had long since forgotten.

"Kacchan Kacchan! Look it's the swing!!! Oh push me please. Please please please oof-" the small green fluff ball falls to the ground with an amused blond towering over him.

"Waaachan Hay not like that I meant on the swings!" The green boy whines out as he pouts. It lasts only a second until he's scrambaling back up and rushing to sit down on the swing set. Kicking his legs excitedly and looking to the other boy. The blond scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Fine dumb deku, calm down I'll push you."

His words sound harsh but his tone is surprisingly soft. Hearing the blond's words the excitement radiating off the little green boy intensifies. "Yay! Thank you! Kacchan is the best ever!"

The memory fades but the laughter echoing in his mind stays loud and clear. As he gets up he stumbles slightly not used to walking. He searches for a place he saw running wobbly, until he reaches a certain point. Izuku stops and sits down. A soft smile forms as his eyes lightly sting. He reaches up expecting to find the black and red liquid like before only to jump back. Nothing. There was nothing on his fingers.

Yet he felt tears. He was crying like a normal person would. But Izuku had nothing to show for it. Is this all part of the weird changes or is he imagining it. Floating through some bushes and making his way to the other side he sees the north park entrance.

He almost sprints down the street the smile only growing wider. He stumbles clumsy on his feet. But never stops running.

There it was.

He had done it. He had ended up at Kacchan's house. It stands tall and alone on the street that houses so many. It's a nice size and still painted the light brown he found so familiar. Walking up to it he places his hand onto the wall. It slips through easily. With a shake of his head he steps forward.

Slipping through the wall into the lounge area. The house felt cold as he walked around. No one seemed to be home. The lights were off and everything tidy. It seemed just like he left it.

He heads up the stairs into the landing that was littered with photos. Some had Izuku in and some were of the family themselves. He walks down letting his hand ghost the wall as he did. He stops and lets his hand drop when he reached the door. A large warning sign was taped to it slightly singed at places. It read in bold.

The words leave his lips absentmindedly. It makes him want to start crying again. He feels his body pull him towards the door through into the boys room. No one was in there.

Izuku spins around looking at all the details. It brings back floods of memories that sting his head. With a sudden unease Izuku curls up in the corner of the room. Almost like a pouting child.

He grips his hair tightly trying desperately to keep it together. While trying to do so he misses the stomping of feet up the stairs. He missed the slamming of the door. He misses the curses being all but screamed. He doesn't however miss the turning door nob and the door that swings wide open and slam against the wall.

Izuku frantically snaps his head up at the sound of the door. "Damn school better have gotten in." The angry blond says throwing his bag onto the floor. He ignores izukus presents, that helps slightly ease the boys worries. Izuku relaxes back into the corner watching his Kacchan fascinated.

The ash blond jumps on his bed and stares at the letter in his hand. Izuku watches from the corner recognising the symbol on the back. The UA symbol. The top hero school in japan. Izuku won't hide the fact that he get excited. 'He did it' he mentally cheers.

'He's becoming the hero he promises he would.' A wide smile spreads onto the younger boys face. He's so excitedly forgets about the blond and laughs out "Kacchan will be a hero!"

After it's out the the boy covers his mouth with a gasp. The blonds hand freezes seconds befor the letter would be open. He looks straight ahead still missing Izuku. He stays that way for a while before ripping open the letter. A smirk makes its way onto his face.

The curiosity that consumes the boy takes over and he floats closer to take a look. Izuku settles behind the boy reading over his shoulder.

《dear Katsuki Bakugo,

We are happy to welcome you to UA's hero course. After the amazing display of power and sacrifice we believe you are the perfect candidate to become a hero.

Your placement of first in the exams was plentiful to see you through into class 1A.

Welcome the journey starts now.

-the UA team》

He stays there smiling happily for the first time in years. "Oh Kacchan I'm so proud of you!" Izuku squealed out again. The blond freezes again as he stands up fast. The letter falls to the floor and Katsuki shakes a little. "Where are you?" He called out.

Izuku panicking wonders what to do. He thought he'd be hidden but it's obvious the boy can hear him fine. "Izuku damn it get out here and show yourself!" It's a painful tone that sounds almost like a sob.

It sends guilt flooding though his body so he backs out of the wall and faces the blonds back. He hangs his head low letting his hair cover his glossy eyes. "I-I'm behind you." Comes out the reply. It's soft and holds no anger.

The boy In front whips around glaring at the spot were Izuku stands. "You?" He growls unable to understand how the boy that died is here standing met centimetres from him.

"Me." Izuku says shakily. "Look Kacchan I-I'm sorry I shouldn't have come here. I'll leave I'm just glad you got-" "shut up!"

The shorter boy looks up wide eyed. The to boys stand staring at each other. "Is this some sick joke? You're supposed to be dead? We were told you were dead!" He roars.

Izuku flinches back covering his face with his arms. "Kacchan-"

"No your dead!"

"Kacchan..."

"I said shut up! Your dead!"

"I KNOW!" Izuku screams. The light in the room goes out with a pop the bulb shattering. It shocks both boys as they stare wide eyed at each other again. "I-I know. Look, coming here was a mistake I should go I only came because..." Izuku trails off unable to think why he came. "I don't know why?" He asked out.

The blond boy walks closer to Izuku as he's distracted. "H-hay!" Izuku says almost slipping at how close the other is. "Why do you look like that?" Katsuki questions.

"Huh? I have to go soon and I'm not sure why I'm here. I wish I could stay and tell you but I don't have that kind of time." Izuku rambles on ignoring the blonds question. Once he'd finish he smiles gently, attempting to cup the boys cheeks. Izuku expected them to fly through but they don't.

Instead a new warmth fills his hands and he can feel Kacchans cheeks. He can also feel the boys face heat up the longer izukus hands keep contact. Izuku isn't sure if his own cheeks lightly blush. If that's even possible. But the new sting signaling him trying to crying again. He almost stumbled back when the blond looks up quickly but he keeps his hands still. The red ruby eyes show shock and his hands place on top of the smaller paler ones. A soft laugh lightly pulls from the shorter boys chest.

"What the-?" Izuku hears him whispers out barely audible. "N...nerd?" He questions the room locking onto my eyes. He feels the warmth slowly fade as the ghost boys hands start slipping through the boy like they normally would.

He sees the older boys hands touch his own cheeks instead of izukus hand. It makes them both sad missing the contact immediately. Izuku watches as Kacchan starts grabbing at air trying to get the feeling back. His head shoots around the room looking for the boy. Izuku feels his legs go numb before he's floating again.

He doesn't know what to do. So as a last attempt he calls out. "Kacchan I am so incredibly proud of you." He can't tell if he heard or saw the boy but he hopes it made it though. "It's time to let me go." It leaves a sad smile on the boys face and fluttering happiness resonates in Izuku's body.

He whispers out a final apology before slipping out through the wall and back towards the house he now calls home again.

"Come back..." comes the unheard reply. The blond soon finds himself sat of the floor still cupping the cheek Izuku held so dearly. Ignoring the tears wanting to flow he can't help but wonder.

Izuku looked so different. White hair pale milky green eyes, pale fading freckles and almost translucent skin that fades if you look too closely. This is not the boy he once knew.

This was not the Izuku he had known.