Izuku shivered at the cold breeze, running as fast as his frail legs could take him. His childhood friend was not too far behind, blasting himself forwards with his explosions. He was sure that Bakugou was even more angry than usual, since the teacher revealed that Izuku wanted to go to UA. Izuku stopped to take a breath, panting heavily.

Stopping was his mistake.

Bakugou landed right infront of him, giving him an explosion too his cheek. His skin started bubbling and blistering around and on the burn in an instant. Izuku let out a scream in agony, as Bakugou growled at him. "YOU STUPID NERD!! YOU'RE QUIRKLESS, WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN COMPETE WITH ME?!?!"

Izuku stumbled backwards, trying to avoid Bakugou's wrath. "I-I'm s-sorry Kacchan! I-I'm s-sorry, I-I w-won't go t-to UA, I-I s-swear!!! P-please d-don't h-hurt me!!" Izuku studdered out, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. The blond didn't seem too care, as he continued attacking the greenette with explosive punches, covering the boy with burns.

Bakugou used a powerful explosion on his chest, and continued punching the burn with more explosive fists. Burning a gaping hole through his chest.

Izuku's scream of pain got increasingly loud, before going completely silent.

The sudden silence from the boy was unsettling. Bakugou took a step back, realizing what he had done.

He just killed his childhood friend.

There was no way he could've survived.

Bakugou ran from the scene, leaving Izuku's body behind.

No one could know that he killed the quirkless child. If he was charged with murder, he'd never become a hero.

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The darkness was painfull. It felt like my body was being pricked by a thousand hot needles. Especially where Kacchan had burned me.

It was quiet, but the silence felt loud. Too loud. It was like there was a static sound surrounding me, just loud enough to hear, but quiet enough to make me question whether it was actually there. It made my ears pound with the strain of trying to hear it properly, but when I focused on it, it would disappear, as if it wasn't there.

My eyelids felt heavy as I tried to open them, but eventually I did. Or, I think I opened them. The darkness was only a little bit lighter than before. Slowly, the static and pain faded, replaced by a cold, heavy numbness.

I tried to lift my body, but the numbness filling it made that difficult. After alot of effort, I managed to push myself up, into a sitting positon.

I glanced around, but it was impossible to see anything with the lack of lighting.

After a few minutes, (or it felt like it, I couldn't be sure), a glow appeared a few feet ahead of me. I stood up, and dragged my still numb body over to the glow. Underneath the glow lay a tattered, hooded black cloak which would reach down a few inches past the knees, shiny black boots with creepy looking buckles all over them, baggy-looking, dark grey pants, and a large scythe with dark green rope spiraling around the handle.

I took a step back, instantly recognizing them as the belongings of a reaper.

Either Kacchan actually killed me this time, or this is a really weird nightmare. I hope it's the second option...

Just then, a little piece of paper fluttered down onto the floor.

Letting my curiousity get the best of me, a picked the paper up, and read it.

What I saw left me horrified.

Acording to the paper, I was supposed to become a reaper, by touching the scythe...

This feels too real to be a nightmare...

I got a feeling that I wouldn't be able to get out of the darkness until I turned into a reaper, but I didn't want too. How would I become a hero then?!

You can't be a hero either way. You're dead, after all. Just accept your fate.

I took a hesitant step forward, and another, and another, until eventually I was standing directly over the scythe. Now that I was closer, I could see small decorative swirls and patterns engraved onto the blade. There was a small emerald on the bottom of the handle, with the rope attached right next to it. It seemed as if the rope came out of the emerald.

It looked beautiful.. I was drawn to it, almost as if it was calling out to me.

I grabbed the handle, picking it up and bringing it closer to my face to inspect it further.

It took me awhile too realize that I was now wearing the reaper clothes, and my school uniform I was wearing before was nowhere to be seen. The hood was already pulled up, covering my green hair. I pulled the cloak's long sleeves down, wanting to see if my physical body was affected. My arms were frail as usual, and covered with bruises and burns, which was normal for me. Although, my skin was a sickly pale, probably because I don't have any blood flowing since I'm dead.

The sleeve fell back into its original position. Whether it was whatever had turned me into a reaper, or just because the sleeve was really baggy on my skinny arms, I couldn't tell. Maybe it was both.

I looked up, to realize that I was in a graveyard. I heard some commotion in the distance, and walked over in that direction. I would float, but I had no idea if I was actually capable of that.

It looked like a funeral. Although, not many seemed to care about whoever had died. Just a man with curly black hair and freckles, and... mom?

Wait.... this.. this is my funeral...

I had also picked out Mitsuki and Masaru, who were comforting mom and the man who I had to assume was my dad.

So he could only come back when I was already dead, huh? Figures..... I'm almost positive the universe hates me, for whatever reason...

It's not like I blamed dad, really. I knew that he had too work overseas in order too support mom and me. I just wish that he had the chance to visit before I died.

I trudged away, not wanting to see anymore, for fear of overwhelming myself with negative emotions.

I tightened my grip on the sycthe I held. So this is what I'll be from now on, huh?

--

Bakugou didn't hold much regret for what he had done. But the little regret he did have was because he didn't want to see Auntie Inko hurting like this. He didn't care about Hisashi much, what right did that man have to leave his child alone for his whole life?

Apparently, Auntie Inko and Hisashi would be moving to where ever Hisashi was working, so that they wouldn't be haunted by the memories of Izuku.

He didn't want Inko to leave, but if that was what would make her happy, then so be it.

A/N

quick note, there are multiple reapers in this au. When a reaper retires, another ghost has to take their place. That just so happened to be Izuku :)

meaning that Izuku isn't always reaping the dead, because being a reaper is sorta like having a job, and you get shifts.

Make sense? okay.