Dead!Deku AU

Ghost!Deku AU

"Pray that you're born with a quirk in your next life, and take a swan dive off the roof of a building!"

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"Deku!"

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"No no no no no! I'm sorry I'm sorry, sorry sorry sorry! You can't die on me!"

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"Kacchan?"

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Why did he wake up in the middle of the road?

This place seemed so familiar. The cracked pavements, the houses, the people.

He had been here before.

He was seeing the world through so many different eyes, yet only two seemed to give him sight.

Out of all the painfully familiar features, one stood out and created a spark in his mind. The blonde walked down the street, red-rimmed eyes and dark circles following, he kept his back hunched a threatening aura surrounding him.

"Kacchan." The name brought the spark from a small flicker to a raging inferno of only the blonde. The name repeating in his head over and over like a mantra.

The blonde stopped dead in his tracks, mouth slightly agape as he muttered the name.

"Deku?"

This caused the greenette to frown slightly, though he didn't know why.

Deku walked over at a slow pace, before intertwining his hand with the blondes. He flinched at the cold empty feeling of the boys hand.

"W-what the hell?"

He began to shakily marched along, trying to ignore what wasn't- no, what shouldn't fucking be there.

"Where are we going Kacchan?" Such an innocent question that made the blondes stomach twist with guilt and sorrow, trying not to break down on his way home. There was a melancholy feeling that took way to the blondes aura, replacing the menacing one meant to keep others away.

Forced, laboured steps finally came to a halt in front of his house. He let himself indulge in his hope and desire for the fake boy behind him to be real. He shouldn't. The mere sight of the greenette before nearly brought him to sob and scream, but to let himself speak with this hallucination would make him seem crazy.

"You're supposed to be dead." Was all he could mutter out, staring horrified as all the greenette's eyes stopped looking in different directions and all focused on him.

"But I'm right here with you, Kacchan?" It seemed more of a question rather than a statement. It unnerved the blonde how unsure he seemed with the answer.

"No, you're supposed to be dead! You are dead. Like body buried in the ground months ago dead!" Katsuki tried marching his way towards his house, shaking knees threatening to buckle beneath him.

When his feet finally stopped from going up the stairs, he ran to his apartment and locked the door. He couldn't breath. No air let itself fill his lungs in the comforting way to show he was still here and alive.

The blonde whirled around when freckled hands caressed the sides of his head. There the greenette floated, his feet about three feet off the ground while his head stayed level with Katsuki's.

Katsuki stared at the once kind face that now plagued his nightmares with expressions of sorrow and terror.

"Fuck. . .get. . . .get away." His calloused hands reached for anything to ground him back to reality, anything to make this illusion go away and stop driving him insane.

"Kacchan, don't be so mean." The hollow voice rang in his ears, invading his brain and reminding him of what he did. This was all his fault. He was to blame. And there was nothing he could do to take it back.

Izuku Midoriya was dead.

Except. . .

"Go away, now. Please. . ." The blonde begged. He must have been dreaming, the nightmarish form of the greenette merely a figment of his horrid clouded dreams. Tears stung his eyes and threatened to spill over, clumping the bottom of his eyelashes together. 

"Hmm, why is Kacchan so sad? Does Kacchan need a hug." The greenette moved towards him, arms out stretched and a unnervingly sweet smile on his face.

"Please, no! Stay the fuck away from me!" He shouted, arms feeling like lead as he tried to push away the dead boy. Eventually, his attempts became futile as the boy wrapped him in a warm embrace.

It was too sweet to be real. Like a sugar high that you couldn't get enough of, always wanting, craving more.

His indulgences will lead to his demise. Don't let his wants come before his needs. That was what the blonde would always say. But here, being squeezed gently by the boy he longed for to be alive, his body and mind agreed to let his gratification and intemperance consume him.

Katsuki sobbed. Sobbed into he arms of the one he desperately wanted to apologize too, not that it would do anything. The greenette would merely forgive him right away, and that wasn't okay.

He was awful. More than awful. He was a monster. A menace. A murderer.

The reason the boy before him was gone was because the years he let his ego grow, and allowed others praise to fuel it, he slowly lost the childhood friend that he should have cherished.

Izuku should hate him. Loathe him. Despise him. Yet here the greeneet sat, gently stroking the blondes hair as too smooth wings wrapped around him.

"You're not fucking real." Katsuki muttered.

". . ."

"You're gone. Have been for months now."

". . ."

"Please don't fucking leave me again."

". . .Okay, Kacchan."