Edited August 11th, 2020

Imagine Momen-Otoko's surprise when he found a headless man sitting in a seiza inside his living room.

He had just come back from a midnight stroll when he found the intruder sipping tea without a care in the world, the liquid just vanishing in mid-air. How he managed to find his tea set he didn't know, and frankly it scared him. Had he been here for long?

Cotton balls scattered around his feet, blinking their small eyes as they took a glance towards their master. Momen-Otoko stared back at them with just as much confusion, and with eerie synchronization, they looked back towards the stranger inside the room.

"At ease, Momen-Otoko." The headless man spoke up, placing the tea cup back onto the floor without even facing him. "I've been expecting you."

"But... But this is my house."

"I've been expecting you," He repeated, ignoring him. "Please, take a seat."

Momen-Otoko decided to question the absurdity of that statement later and sat down in front of him. The cotton balls looked at each other for a second before they followed suit, taking their places at either side of him or on his lap. One struggled to climb up his hair before he helped it up using a hand, letting it sit comfortably atop his head.

"Now, this won't take long." The headless man assured him, coughing a few times before he straightened himself. "I apologize for the intrusion. I am known as Menimienai, principal of Yuurei Academy."

"Um... Nice to meet you." Momen-Otoko hesitantly said.

He knew Yuurei Academy. No one of their kind wouldn't. It was the first and only ghost academy in existence to this day, known to teach young ghostlings. He didn't know what it is they teach, but somehow he doubted that it'd be the same as the humans.

The question is, why was he here? Despite his childish appearance, he was far from being a ghostling. To hire him as a teacher?

"My visit here is merely for a simple request." Menimienai stated, "Join our academy."

"I'm afraid I won't be a good teacher." Momen-Otoko apologized, "Maybe you can find someone else?"

"Teacher? No, no. We have enough of them already. I'm asking you to be a student."

Momen-Otoko wanted to cry.

"Excuse me... But despite how I look I've actually lived for millennias already. I think you got it wrong." He tried to politely correct him, but deep inside he felt like sulking. This wasn't the first, and sadly it seems like it wouldn't be the last.

The cotton balls shook in mirth, to his dismay.

"We know. We made an exception just for you. You see..." He sighed, "You lack terror."

"I'm... sorry?"

Does he have to be?

"It's not that you don't have your fair share of scary stories, it's just that your score in the spooky statistics didn't even reach an average grade. The seniors weren't very happy." Menimienai seemed to be shaking his head, seen from how his hat was moving.

It was at this moment that Momen-Otoko noticed one of his fluffy friends had snuck up behind the principal, and stared at it in horror.

'What are you doing?!' He thought worriedly, watching as the round ball of fluff stealthily climbed up the unsuspecting yokai's back.

"Naturally, they reached out to us and asked to teach you the horrific ways of us ghosts. That is the sole mission of our academy." Menimienai solemnly said. "You do know about the Decade of Harmony, don't you?"

"Y-Yes." Momen-Otoko anxiously watched the cotton ball slowly creep up to the top of the headless man's head, revealing that his head was not nonexistent, but invisible instead. He didn't dwell on that fact too much, however. He was more worried about the cotton ball's well-being.

'Get down from there..! What if you fall?!' He anxiously thought.

"It was a wondrous moment for humans, yes, but for us ghosts not so much. With the appearance of quirks, seeing transparent people pass through walls just wasn't scary enough. Why would they? Some of them could even freeze entire buildings." The headless man growled. "But not anymore."

Momen-Otoko had to hold in a wince at seeing the fluffball nearly fall from its footing.

"Humans will fear us once again, and we will regain our rightful place in this world!"

He stood up dramatically, and with that sudden jerk he caused the fluffball to fall down with a ploof.

The cotton ball glared daggers at the principal and promptly opened itself into two, revealing shark-like fangs

It bit him, and Menimienai screamed bloody murder.

"I'm really sorry!" Momen-Otoko bowed his head repeatedly as several of the cotton balls went to, sloppily, bandage the headless man's leg. The guilty fluff ball was surrounded by its fellow kin, seemingly scolding it although no sound could be heard from them.

"Nah, that's okay. I'm just surprised. It had a strong bite for something so small." The principal laughed cheerfully. "It certainly has potential to be a horrific ghost!"

He faced the little cotton balls and patted the one who bit him. "It's fine, little fella! But seriously though, there's no need to bandage me. I'm dead, remember?"

"Oh, my friends got used to this after accidentally biting people several times in the past. The habit's stuck onto them ever since." Momen-Otoko scratched his cheek sheepishly. "Everyone, you can open the bandages now."

He was met with stares of refusal. They had issues with that headless man. Specifically, for looking down on their master.

"Guys?"

Menimienai couldn't stop himself from laughing aloud.

"I see why they asked us to specifically teach you. You're too soft." He paused, "I didn't mean that as a pun, but that works too!"

"Sir?" The cotton yokai was baffled.

"Sorry." He coughed a few times. "Which is why I now come back to my previous request..." He trailed off, then stretched his arms out in a welcoming gesture, "Join us!"

"Can't I refuse?"

"No, not really, no. You're required to."

"... Why?"

"Well," The other ghost thought of the reason for a few seconds, "Why not?"

"You don't really have a decent explanation, do you?" Momen-Otoko tried to hold in a cringe and opted to smile, awkwardly.

"Did you just assume that I don't have a reason?" Menimienai gasped.

"You do?"

"Well, I don't. You got me."

Momen-Otoko was speechless.

"Anyhow, that's unimportant! I'm basically just here to tell you that you're expected at Yuurei tomorrow." The principal clapped his hands once, causing them to flinch. "12 AM sharp! You hear me?"

"But, Menimienai..."

The headless man responded by shoving a picture in front of his face.

Before him was a picture of unfathomable incredibility, especially for those who knew Momen-Otoko. He was looking at a picture he thought had been rid off for good. The most abominable object in all of nonliving society.

"Fine! I'll go to this academy thing you speak of!" He cried tearfully, swatting the offending object away from his sight.

"I'm glad you finally see things my way." The principal cackled with a sort of sadistic glee, "Don't worry, our school is a good place! You can mix in with the younglings no problem!"

Momen-Otoko was not amused. As if to prove his point, he curled himself into a depressed ball. The cotton balls hopped off him and huddled close to cheer him up.

"I best take my leave now." Menimienai chuckled at the sight, tipping his hat in a small greeting, "Bonjour, señor– Whoops!"

The cotton yokai couldn't even tell him that he was using the wrong word before flinching from seeing him topple down, his legs entangled by the bandages.

Behind the Scenes

"Ya didn't bite him nearly hard enough, Cotty! We need to see blood!" A cotton ball scolded his fellow brethren.

"Yeah! He had no respect for our master at all!" Another cotton ball angrily said.

"How is our revenge plan going, folks?" An older cotton ball asked as it stroked its small white beard.

"It's going nicely, Sir Cotton! Master and that rude one haven't noticed it yet!" Cotton A replied.

"Good, good. Continue."

As Menimienai tumbled down, the cottons squealed with glee.

"... Guys..?" Momen-Otoko nervously called. They were a bit too protective sometimes.

This is a ghost AU, where the OCs will be ghosts attending UA at midnight.

Rules and Guidelines:

1. Keep in mind that these characters are ghosts, they're not alive.

2. To attend this school, the OCs must have something that makes them unable to be scary. This school will teach them how to be. However, what kind of ghost they'll turn into will be a surprise I'll think of~

3. Send them via PM. I won't accept those sent through reviews. Format it as MHA: Name - Gender - Quirk

4. The ghosts vary from human ghosts to spirit/yokai ghosts. Momen-Otoko and Menimienai count as the latter. However, the only difference these two ghost types have are how they're named and their backgrounds.

Human ghosts:

- Normal naming, with a first name and last name format

- Background includes how they died.

Spirits/yokais:

- Names follow their characteristics, like Momen-Otoko whose name means "cotton boy".

- Background includes when and from what they are born. Momen-Otoko is born from the first cotton plant to exist, so he's really really old.

As a heads up so you won't be confused as to why I contradict myself with certain characters in the future, there are four spirits/yokais I have in this story that are born from dying as humans, but they are special cases, so they will be the only ones.

5. There is no due date. Don't rush. I'll only stop accepting when the story reaches mid-way, which will definitely take a while.

OC form (Please delete the ones in parenthesis before you send them)

Name:

Ghost Type: (as explained above, choose between Human Ghost or Spirit/Yokai)

Age: (Age of death for human ghosts, and age of existence for spirit/yokais. If they're too old, just specify an era they're born in.

HOWEVER. I will not be accepting any yokais born in the same era as Momen-Otoko. He's supposed to be a strange case, so no repeats!)

Appearance: (Hair, eyes, skin tone, overall appearance, they all belong here. I won't be spreading the sections, but you know what to put in)

Height:

Outfit: (Only one. Cause this is the only thing they wear)

Notable Physical Traits: (Other things you'd like to include about them physically. Momen-Otoko has a bunch of cotton balls always following him, and is very soft to the touch)

Personality: (Literally the most important part of any SYOC. Please make it as clear as you can. Don't make it as short as "cheerful and friendly, and cares a lot for their friends". NOPE! I want paragraphs. Screw everything else in the OC form. I could literally be fine with just this and the OC's name, so please understand how important this part is.)

Background: (Their history before this happened. Make sure it follows their ghost type. Doesn't need to be long. I'm literally okay with just being told the way they died or was born, but I'm sure you want them to be described better than that, right?)

Quirk Name:

Quirk Type: (Only the three main quirk types: Emitter, Transformation, and Mutant. No dual-types)

Quirk Description:

Other: (other things you want to include, like trivias or the likes)

Thanks for reading~