Ghost of Myself (слэш)

Izuku jolts, his limbs jerking against his bedding, too shocked and drained to react appropriately to a ghostly visage floating just inches away, hovering over him. It looks just like him, truly like looking in a mirror, with furrowed brows and an expression pinched with concentration that changes to surprise when Izuku locks eyes with it.
With himself.
“Oh! Can you see me?”
“Wh—Who are you?” Izuku stutters out. Is this a dream? A quirk, a villain?
“Ah, I’m you, unfortunately,” the ghost says with a grimace.