(A/N: Some warnings for the first part of this new AU. Uhm. Nothing explicit really but beware! specific warnings in the end notes if you'd rather be spoiled)

A week passes with all of the 1-A students excited for their next viewing session, wondering again what they might see. Now that they know that there are universes such as ones without any Quirks, they try to figure out what other options might there be without crossing the line of being too ridiculous.

"Soulmates," Jirou suggested at lunch.

"Everything is the same except Bakugou has blue hair," Hagakure muses right after class ends.

"Pokémon!"

"No, Kaminari."

"Bakugou ends up being the love child of Ryukyu." Todoroki suggest as they walk to the cinema room.

They all sit pretty much at the same seats like the week before. Kirishima managed to sneak a bean bag with Bakugou and Sero achieved a whole bean bag for himself on their right. Everyone had their notebooks ready, Aizawa had his pillow set and Hatada had her bowls of snacks beside her. She certainly felt hungrier than last time, after a week of rest from this class.

Mei makes some large, extravagant hand gestures just to tap her trusty tablet, and the screen lights up just as the lights in the room dim.

Searching the multiverse… 12%

Searching the multiverse… 33%

Searching the multiverse… 60%

Searching the multiverse… 96%

Searching the multiverse… 100%

Now playing: Ghosted.

"Ooh," Mina coos, "But are you going to be the ghoster or the ghostee?"

Sero frowns. "Please don't tell me we're going to spectate Bakugou's love life."

Shinsou coughs from behind a fist, "Or lack thereof."

"Shut up!" Bakugou barks and the room goes back to viewing.

Izuku can't really do anything but stare.

"A change of perspective…" Kayama points out. "Fancy!"

"Wait," Uraraka clasps her mouth with a hand as if stopping herself from vomiting, "Please don't tell me-"

"No!" Midoriya squawks, going bright red, "This is…" He looks back at the screen and his heart sinks, recognizing the crowd shown.

Bakugou tilts his head, wondering sourly why this idiot is in his life again.

His legs are stuck to the ground as he watches, much like the rest of the people standing and viewing. Much like the other pro heroes who don't move. Kacchan is right in the middle of the street, getting choked and drowned by the same sludge villain that assaulted Izuku earlier.

The room winces, gasping as all the playful comments sitting on the students' tongues vaporize and vanish, leaving their mouths dry. Some of the students murmur words of worry, but they already saw this situation in the news, Bakugou knows. They all did and he got out alive, obviously. He rolls his eyes. He didn't know Midoriya was troubled by the same punk, though.

Seriously, can they get this shit over with? These universes seem to insist on making him look like a pathetic idiot in front of everyone.

"Why are none of the heroes doing anything?" Iida questions earnestly. It's outright cruel just standing and watching when you have the power to stop assault towards an innocent.

Aizawa shakes his head. Even a little bit of planning or thinking is better than standing and not doing anything. He'd like to give a piece of his mind to these individuals.

Izuku wants to – so badly – run. Go and fight for Kacchan's life for him. But he can't. Instead of running towards the action, his legs buckle and he falls to his knees, pain shooting through his legs.

Uraraka huddles closer to Midoriya, gently wrapping her hands around her friend. Midoriya swallows. He doesn't remember falling on that day. "Don't run straight into villain action without a license." Aizawa murmurs, though he too seems mostly distracted by the scene at play.

He goes to scramble, to stand, to run and do something. To save him. But he can't move. Tears spill out of his eyes, the gooey green and the orange explosions turning into blurry blobs in his vision. He's useless. He can't do anything. Nothing. He can't move.

The class is strangely silent, on edge. All Might was the one to end up saving Bakugou, right? How long did it take for him to arrive? This Midoriya already has tears threatening to spill as Uraraka pats his right shoulder with her head leaning on his other. If Midoriya hadn't tried to save Bakugou that faithful day, who knows if he would come out surviving, without that pocket of air the freckled teen gifted to the blond.

The rest of the room doesn't know.

Bakugou grasps firmly at the fabric of his bean bag as Kirishima leans into him annoyingly. Come on, Midoriya. Do something.

After an agonizing long time, but also too soon – way too soon – it all stops. The blasts stop coming in. The harsh movements of the victim promptly stop. The screaming of Kacchan stops. And the villain stops struggling, too. Izuku's breathing stops, after full minutes of uneven air entering and exiting him.

Bakugou squints as Kirishima – and apparently Sero, who moved to his side much like Mina the week before – huddle around him tighter. He guesses he dies in that universe. Huh. That's kind of embarrassing. He gives the rest of the room irritated glances, but it seems that they are more affected by the episode. He sighs. Peachy.

"Get off me," he murmurs to the redhead, who turns his head for a second to give him an exasperated glare, eyes glossy, before he turns to the screen once more, hugging Bakugou harder, if that's possible. In this rate he won't be able to breath here. Though he doesn't think it would be a wise idea to say that out loud.

"Bakugou wouldn't die…" Kaminari mutters quietly, a strained smile on his face, though no one really responds.

Izuku rubs his eyes hastily, sniffing and shaking his head hurriedly. No, no. Kacchan can't… d-die! He's Kacchan! He's gonna be the number one hero! And low and behold, when Izuku raises his head and blinks, Kacchan is standing right there, rubbing his eyes too it seems.

All the students heave a collective relieved sighs, some chuckling nervously. Some, though, like the teachers and both Midoriya and Bakugou, don't. They exchange wary glances. "I knew you would do it bro!" Kirishima says directly into Bakugou's ear due to their proximity.

"Get off me," he growls, shoving the redhead away and grumbles, "Don't speak so soon."

"Hm?"

Even through the emotional whiplash Izuku's head is going through, he manages to shakenly, slowly get up on both legs with the help of pulling on the person beside him that doesn't seem to mind. They, just like the rest of the crowd, are remaining silent, all stunned.

While having the strange urge to laugh manically, Izuku watches as Kacchan stops rubbing his eyes and blinks them open. But instead of those sharp, red eyes Izuku is so used to, it's these… yellowish, dirty, empty things. That seem too familiar of as lately.

Bakugou blows a strand of blond hair off his face.

"Ah," Midoriya says bitterly before wiping a sleeve over his eyes, only now realizing he's been lightly crying. Uraraka turns her head to look at him with confusion, her own tears slowly sliding down her cheek. "It's… you'll see."

Ah. Memories of the afternoon flash in Izuku's mind. Skin suit. Large dirty eyes.

Kacchan laughs madly in a voice that doesn't belong to him, "Finally! Finally! I can feel myself again!"

"Okay I don't like this." Ojirou says suddenly.

"Yup! We can go to the next universe now!" Hagakure agrees, shaking beside the tailed blond.

"Uh…" Mei drawls awkwardly, switching her gaze between the class and her tablet.

"That's not how that works." Hatada says with a handful of gummy bears, not seeming that affected, "You kinda have to wait until the end. One of the reasons I usually don't use my Quirk." she mutters. "But generally, the Quirk would have deactivated if this was the end of Bakugou's… story."

The class blinks at her with red eyes and runny noses before silently turning back the screen.

Bakugou pops popcorn into his mouth before giving Sero a not so gentle shove that doesn't exactly work. That empty bean looks particularly enticing.

Izuku watches numbly as finally – or maybe that sounds too buoyant – the pro heroes on the scene finish their damn jobs and… get rid of the enemy later than they should have. Get rid of him. With one strong punch, green goo and other parts that aren't meant to be spread apart like that wipe across the streets.

As expected, the class doesn't take it too well. They've seen their own fair share of fucked up shit but to see it happen to a classmate and friend. Hatada shivers a little, too, mostly because she, as a person who isn't in the heroics course, doesn't experience scary stuff like that. She would feel bad about it, but she knows that the Bakugou boy in her universe is alright.

Shit kind of happens sometimes and you can't really do anything about it.

But in a class full of people whose whole goal in life is protecting pretty much anyone and anything, the same understanding can't really be said to them.

Aizawa frowns deeply. This wasn't really what he was looking for when he asked for a class bonding experience. But he guesses these children need to learn how to cope with losing someone close, especially when they're going into such a dangerous job like being a hero. This could be a learning experience, more than anything. At least they wouldn't need firsthand experience. Hopefully.

But still, when he steals a glance at the loud problematic student, he can't help but sigh in light relief, too. He's still right there.

Izuku watches blankly as people start to leave as the villain and… Kacchan are… gathered. He manages to only puke three times and all too soon he's all alone again in the dark. He doesn't know how much he spent just. Standing there. But as much as he'd like to stop time until he can get Kacchan back, he doesn't want to run into another altercation with some shady people.

Even with the dark depictions shown on screen, this must be one of the strongest moments where Midoriya had felt the happiest that Bakugou was very much alive and well. And as much as he would enjoy walking towards him and squeezing the life out of him, he doesn't think the blond would enjoy that with the two that are already clinging to him.

And Midoriya doesn't mind the brunette's head on his shoulder and Shinsou's hand on his other side. Still, he's thankful that Bakugou is doing well – even if it's a little selfish towards the other universe.

Izuku skips talking to his mom for the moment and skips dinner and skips his shower and heads straight to his bed. His mom must have learned the news by now, if not by national news then from aunty Mitsuki and uncle Masaru. Their only child is gone like that. And no matter how irrational the thought might be, Izuku can't help blame himself for all of it.

"Deku!" Uraraka cries as she sits upright, "None of this was your fault!"

Midoriya chuckles nervously a little, "Yeah. Well-" Shinsou flicks him in the arm with a hiss, halting him,

"Don't 'well' us! None of that crap was your fault."

"No one blames you!" Iida supplies.

"I know, but-"

"Midoriya." Todoroki asserts.

The greenette huffs, pouting, "Kacchan should be the one-" He stops in his tracks again as an empty plastic cup hits his head. He looks in confusion to his right where the cup came from and spots Bakugou glaring at him, two fingers pointing at red eyes before flipping towards Midoriya's direction. The rest of the Bakusquad looking similar as it seems they somehow all tried to fit on the same bag.

Midoriya raises his eyebrows and opens his mouth to say something but Bakugou places his index finger and thumb on the corner of his mouth before swiping it to the other side, making a zipping motion an purses his lips, eyebrows still knit. Midoriya sighs before repeating that motion and the room silently goes back to viewing.

It would seem as Bakugou is getting his fair share of consoling already.

He covers himself with his blanket fully until he's only a lump under the fabric. He doesn't smell all that great after the whole villain thing earlier that day. Man, this day sucks ass. Yeah. Fuck this shit. The whole thing was a train wreck. Disappointment after disappointment until Izuku found out he was the cause of this whole shit show.

The grasps on both of Midoriya's hands tighten to an almost hurtful intensity and he bites his cheek before he says something reassuring. Because that's bad, or something.

Kacchan was never… nice. Maybe in some sort of sick way, all of this was supposed to be some sort of karma against the louder teen. The blond wasn't the best person, sure. But honestly, if Kacchan would have given him, like, an honest apology, twenty thousand yen and let Izuku punch him in the face, he would have pretty much been happy with it and forgive him for everything, turning a new page.

Bakugou crosses his arms, ignoring how the weight of the other goons against him makes it hard to breathe still. Maybe he should give Midoriya some money sometime. Because heck if he knows how to apologize like a normal person. He already punched him in the face, anyways. Bakugou's more of an action kind of guy, instead of words.

Aizawa pinches the bridge of his nose. For a person who seems to previously have a fairly normal life, twenty thousand yen and a punch to the face pretty much means that that person did some pretty fucked up shit. He's going to have to speak the problem child after this.

Or maybe this is all karma against Izuku. Maybe this is a sign from the world that no. No, you fucking idiot. You're not going to be a hero so stop already. What Quirkless loser that makes his childhood friend dying about himself ever going to be a hero? Kacchan is the one dead. His parents are the real ones suffering. Inko is the one left worrying about her own child and he doesn't even go to tell her he'll be alright. He doesn't even ask if she's alright, either. She's suffering, too. She's closer to Kacchan than he is. Was.

Because he's selfish and only thinks of himself. Selfish.

That actually does manage to dampen Midoriya's mood again. He hates that he keeps him mother out of the loop most times. He wonders about how worried for him she must be constantly so the point of ignoring her comes too close to home. Though that would make sense.

There's a hesitant and awkward pat from Shinsou's direction before the purple haired boy gets nudged to the end of the sofa and is replaced by Todoroki instead, who ignores the tired teen's grumbles. "Midoriya," Todoroki says, not waiting for an answer, "You don't get to decide how you should feel. That's not how that works." He pauses stiffly, "You're allowed to feel sorry for yourself too, like how you feel sorry for other people. You're a person too. So be kind to yourself, like you would to others."

Iida nods in agreement, "You've tried your best and no one blames you for not being able to do something in such a shocking situation with barely any experience with your destructive Quirk." His hand chops in the air as Uraraka pipes up,

"Yeah! Doesn't matter how weak or strong you or your Quirk is, if you got it early or later or if you even have one, what matters is that you want to do your best and try your all to do the right thing!"

The class all gives their own forms of agreement in murmurs or cheers and Midoriya wipes some more tears and snot off his face. "Can someone bring the toilet paper?" Shinsou calls over to the students in the back next to the tables.

"Thanks, guys." Midoriya says quietly before letting himself slump against Uraraka and Todoroki as the toilet paper gets passed around.

He doesn't know how much time passes with him sobbing quietly under the covers before he hears a faint scratching noise near him. Almost impossible to hear under the soft sniffling and disturbed murmurs of the freckled teenager.

"Uh oh." Satou simply says.

"I do not believe that in any existence does Midoriya deserve more anguish than he is already going through." Tokoyami sighs.

"T-thanks,"

"Maybe," Kouda starts to say with a hint of hope, "It's a small, lost kitten that found its way into Midoriya's house and will make his stressful days a little lighter."

Yaomomo twirls a finger with a soft smile, "You know what, Kouda? I like that."

Midoriya nods. There was no cat in his universe but a man can only hope.

Izuku slowly pulls the blanket away from his face, his eyes already adjusting to the darkness since he wasn't able to sleep for obvious reasons. Immediately, something falls on his face.

"Oh my god if this has jump scares I'm. Leaving." Jirou mutters with a grimace.

Kaminari pipes up, "If you need anyone to-"

"No."

Sero snickers.

The window is open besides his bed, and it's almost like the wind is hissing, cursing at the world. Izuku pays it no mind as he picks up the marker that fell on him. He looks at the shelf above his head with tired eyes. He doesn't remember leaving that up there.

For a moment, Izuku lets himself be selfish and forget about the bigger situation as he reaches out for the lamp on his bedside table. Maybe if he sees what's on his shelf right now, the memory of why the marker might have been there in the first place would come back to his mind.

But his eyes fixate first on a different thing. Writing on the wall. Right above his head.

Mina gasps deeply, "Ghosted!"

Kirishima squints at her, "What?"

"The title of the universe! Ghosted!" she says with glee.

Bakugou drags a hand over his face, "Don't tell me there are aliens and ghosts, for fuck's sake."

"Yeah," Tsu agrees, "I've had enough of all that 'impossible' stuff – kero."

"They are in different universes." Sero shrugs, "Maybe. It's only there?"

"Whatever," Bakugou mutters, "Now, can you get off me? You're making me sweat."

And like the wrong sides of a magnetic, Mina, Kaminari and Sero distance themselves away from the explosive blond like he actually exploded, leaving Bakugou scoffing and Kirishima chuckling until the blond elbows him aggressively. "You too, Shitty Hair." Kirishima pouts but nudges the minimum distance away.

The writing is shaky but confident, written in black marker that's starting to become dry. It's small and neat in a way you'd try writing tidily with your weak hand. It almost seems abandoned at the end, like they didn't have time to write it fully but Izuku can still understand what's written.

"Deku"

"Holy shit." Kaminari breathes.

"Pardon?" Bakugou says flatly, unimpressed – somehow, "If this was me, I would throw half of your room onto your ugly face."

That manages to get a snort out of Midoriya, "If this was you, Kacchan, you wouldn't have had died in the first place!"

"Good fucking point."

"I guess we're already making jokes about this…" Shouji murmurs.

"You have a problem with that?" Bakugou barks. Shouji, as an answer, lifts four of his arms in a showing of peace.

Izuku blinks sluggishly. He definitely didn't write that. His mom definitely wouldn't write that. If the door opened he would have heard. If someone entered through the window that's not on the first floor he would have absolutely known.

"…Kacchan?"

"Oh shit, here it comes," Mina gawks, making some of the others nervous.

Flap.

"Scary stuff." Todoroki says, deadpan. Mina sends him a glare that looks more like a pout and he looks at her in puzzlement. What? If an inanimate object moved when he was alone in his room, he would be pretty freaked out.

Izuku whips his head to his nightstand where his closed notebook is sitting as if nothing had ever happened in the history of the universe. The burnt notebook. Izuku took it out of his bag when he got home to look at the drawing he made of Kacchan. So the first time he would see him after today wouldn't be on the news, all covered in sludge, or his eyes the wrong shade of red. The air tenses, somehow.

"So you just causally have burnt notebooks?" Shinsou asks the greenette.

"O-oh. You know."

The purple haired boy raises his eyebrows with a shake of his head. No, he doesn't know.

Aizawa tilts his head with a hardened gaze. He might know. He's going to have to talk to Midoriya later, still. He writes a reminder in his little notebook next to the one he already wrote.

It takes a second, and then Izuku is sitting upright in his bed in a flash. What? Hah?! Hi, hello?! What? "Kacchan?"

Maybe this is a dream. All of it. Maybe he'll go back to sleep and wake up and Kacchan would be alive and the teacher would gloss over that Izuku signed up for U.A. and the kids would take it lightly with him and Kacchan would be alive and he wouldn't get suicide bated and Izuku wouldn't have to visit the pond for his newly burnt notebook and he wouldn't almost die and Kacchan would be alive and All Might would still be his favorite hero and Izuku wouldn't give up on his life-long dream and the pro heroes would do their job and Kacchan would be alive and there would be nothing written on his wall and kacchan would be alive and well and not gone at all and would be breathing and living and existing with a beating heart that belongs to him and not some slimy villain and would not be dead, scattered on the pavement or gathered into a bag like it's all so final so quickly, all because Izuku didn't do anything and distracted the one person that could have helped with such a silly, selfish and useless question.

"Yeah that day does kind of seem shitty." says Uraraka through gritted teeth.

"Did that actually happen?" Todoroki questioned with concern in his monotone voice, nudging the greenette against him mindlessly.

Midoriya laughs, "Well. Yeah. But without the whole… Kacchan not being alive thing."

"Right…"

"Wait, you got suicide bated?" Iida asks suddenly, "And your notebook…?"

"Well. It's fine now."

"Midoriya." Shinsou asserts,

"No really, it is! I-I don't even remember who did it, heh…"

"What did All Might do? – kero." Tsu asks with a tilt of her head to steer the conversation away from where Midoriya wasn't comfortable with, or from curiosity. Oh, wait. He doesn't want to talk about that either.

"Uh, I don't remember?"

Bakugou glares at the freckled teenager. What the hell did that old bastard do exactly? Well they seem to be okay now, so… He shrugs. He'll see, maybe. He guesses.

"If you say so – kero."

Still, without thinking about it too much,

"You call that not thinking too much?!" Hagakure gapes, which goes ignored mostly,

Izuku grabs the notebook quickly and ruffles through the pages. His chest sinks a little as he flips over Kacchan's notes and All Might's two page-wide signature until he reaches the last page where in more steady and neat lines – very much Kacchan's handwriting – in the middle of the page, not taking too much space, it says:

The class tenses, the ones that can lean on their seat do, the others keep their eyes open and their mouths shut, anticipating what a person would say after a departure. It's almost suffocating, until the scene resumes.

"Pathetic."

The whole atmosphere deflates. "Mean." Kirishima says, looking at Bakugou with slight irritation. "His friend just died."

"Yeah," the blond hisses, "Me. No shit am I bitter."

Kirishima shrugs slowly, "Just saying… You don't need to let out your frustrations on him."

"I end up haunting this fucker, and it's obvious past-different-universe-me has some shit to say. Not like I'm gonna stare there in front of the mirror and berate myself all night." He rolls his eyes. "What? Do you want me to apologize?"

"No, no," says Kirishima, shrugging in a way that makes Bakugou want to kick him, "I'm making sure you wouldn't do that now if you had the chance."

"Of course I won't, what the fuck?"

The redhead smiles, "Good."

Sero chews on his lower lip as his brows furrow, "How do you know you're stuck haunting Midoriya?"

"Why else would I be in his room in the middle of the night then?"

"Because you care?" Mina suggests with a raise of an eyebrow.

Instead of replying, Bakugou ignores them, "Let's continue, yeah?" At that stage of their lives, Bakugou hardly cared about Midoriya. To an intense degree. One that he wouldn't like to mention, thanks.

Fair enough, Izuku thinks as he stares at the page, tears welling up in his already puffy eyes for the embarrassing amount that day. "Kacchan," he murmurs, mostly to himself before the notebook gets slung right from his hands and right into the opposite corner of the room.

It's only at this moment that Midoryia realizes that this means that in this universe he never inherents All Might's Quirk and will most likely never become a pro hero. The other him did mention that he gave up on his dream. Then the thought of how there's other, bigger things happening crosses his mind and he shakes his head before they can manifest too much.

It's okay to feel sorry for himself a little, sometimes, he reminds himself as he burrows more onto Todoroki's warm side for comfort.

The room goes still, even the wind outside seems to stop, like Kacchan wasn't expecting that strong of a pull either. Kacchan. Like the one that isn't supposed to be living.

Surely, Izuku has gone mad, imagining all these scenarios as a coping mechanism while in actuality he's in some sort of mental hospital with scratchy writing on the soft walls that seem all wonky because he's using his mouth because his arms are tied to his sides.

"Just watching this is making me think you're going crazy," Uraraka mutters, giving Midoriya a concerned glance. Though, strangely, it seems like he's in a more upbeat mood, watching the screen with a pout as the pen he accommodated with his notebook is pushed against his lip.

"Compared to what we went through, it's nothing, right?"

"I guess. I'm not proud of it."

Izuku shakes his head as if that would rid of his thoughts. No, no. He's not going insane – he's just stressed. Can you blame him? Ghosts aren't real – if they were, there would be more proof of them.

This is probably the effects of a Quirk. Maybe someone in the crowd, just like Izuku, didn't think of it to be fair that none of the heroes were doing anything and they used their Quirk that lets someone who is supposedly… gone. 'Live'. For a few more… moments, before something-something and then something happens to them.

Ever since Quirks had become the norm, there have been many strange Quirks and effects that you could not explain without the person hosting the Quirk themselves or a specialist.

"Well, that does make moi feel better." Aoyama admits, most if not all of the students agree.

"If I had been convinced that ghosts are real I would have probably gone wild." Ojirou says, "Would make my tail have more sense…"

"I don't believe in ghosts," Tsu says, "Since there have never been any solid proof of them, so an effect of a Quirk, whether it's on Midoriya or Bakugou or a different Quirk from what Midoriya places as an example in this other universe would make much more sense – kero."

Yeah, yeah. Maybe it's just a Quirk. Maybe he's just stressed and it would all be over real soon.

His thoughts – and apparently muttering, too – come to a halt as the marker on his lap gets flung to the other side of the room as well, as if Kacchan said fuck it and continued whatever he was doing.

For a moment, Izuku is worried his not quite living childhood friend is considering trashing his room but that though vanishes much like all the others when he sees the marker get picked up shakenly above the flopped open notebook, like Kacchan can't control his… 'powers' well quite yet.

Izuku reaches to his nightstand in more of an instinct than anything before realizing again his notebook is not next to him. And he has nothing to write with.

"Should we be concerned that you're over it so quickly?" Iida asks and Bakugou scoffs,

"Maybe stop being concerned? It's annoying. We get it. Deku's descending into madness. Big fucking deal."

"Friends are constantly concerned and worried for each other, Bakugou." Uraraka voices, irritated, "Maybe you should learn a thing or two."

"You think I don't give a shit about anything? Maybe you should experience going to the general course, fighting to make your dream come true, take care of a strange alien child thing," Mina raises a peace sign unprompted, "And experience death and then-" He pauses, pursing his lip and anxiety bubbles up inside of his stomach, "Don't- Die. Or I'll kill you. But you get what I'm trying to say."

He shoots Midoriya a look as if to make sure what he said was truly okay before getting a soft smile and Bakugou swiftly looks away, crossing his arms. "I know, I know," The brunette giggles, "I'm pulling your leg, blondie."

"I still have my explosions in this universe!" He grumbles.

Yamada turns to the teacher next to him, raising an eyebrow as if to ask 'Are you going to do anything about them?' But of course, Aizawa ignores him and the rest of the problem children.

"I kind of think it's a big deal," Kaminari admits. "If you died…" he trails off.

"Kami," Sero coos, "Come on, you're gonna make Kacchan blush!"

Bakugou, just as expected, blushes, "Fuck off! You don't get to call me that!" His gaze darts to Kaminari, "And I'd die before I get killed before you!"

Kaminari squints, tilting his head, "Huh?"

Kirishima chuckles, "The friendship is too much! He can't think straight."

"Maybe Bakubabe's going insane, "Mina says.

"Leave me the fuck alone."

It takes a painfully long time for Kacchan to write whatever he was writing. Seriously, Izuku probably could have gone to his kitchen, take a painkiller, cook leftovers in the microwave and bring it and a glass of water over to his room and Kacchan would still be writing. He had half a mind to just tell the other to hurry the fuck up. But it seems Kacchan wasn't in any rush.

No, as salty as the ghost seems to be, all he did was write on Izuku's wall (how is he going to explain that to his mother?), call him pathetic and throw his notebook across the room… And whatever he did before the incident, of course.

Finally, the notebook is tossed back to him, hitting his face with a soft thud before collapsing into his lap.

Bakugou snorts. Midoriya shoots him a glare. "What, Deku? Like you said, I probably have some trouble with my ghostly powers."

"That's funny, Kacchan?" Midoriya says with no actual bite.

"Yeah," he clears his throat.

Midoriya crosses his arms and turns away. He would say something in return but he doesn't want to criticize his unliving friend.

"It's sad to see this day drain all the patience out of Midoriya, even if it exposes some comic relief." Kouda says, referencing the notebook.

"Well, I'm always glad that I can make others feel better," Midoriya says, mood lifting and cheeks blooming slightly, "Even if it's in my expense."

Shinsou slaps his shoulder, frowning. Though it looks more like a pout, as well as Todoroki and Uraraka. "Ah, right." Midoriya says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

(WARNINGS: major character death, none explicit body horror / mild gore / violence? / suffocation. The last four are only quick and at the start. Mostly focuses on the first. Stay safe!)