OJIRO

Ojiro was meditating when he heard his door creak. His door swung open and shut.

"Weird," Ojiro said. "I don't feel a draft."

He closed the door and went back to his meditation. Seconds later, he heard a thump. One of his martial arts trophies had fallen off its shelf.

"Weird. I better make sure the shelf isn't broken."

While Ojiro was examining the screws in his shelf, he heard his dresser slide open. His t-shirts and socks flew across the room.

Ojiro sighed. "Should've realized earlier it was you, Hagakure. Nice job pretending you're a ghost."

One of his notebooks floated in mid-air. Pages tore out of it and scattered across the room.

"Hey, that's my homework!"

As Ojiro scooped up piles of paper, invisible hands grabbed Ojiro's shirt and pulled it up over his head. Once Ojiro got his shirt lowered, he saw a message scrawled across his wall, in dripping red blood, that said, 'You stole my chapter from me.'

"Hagakure, what the heck?" Ojiro stared at the wall in horror. "Aizawa's going to kill me! Where did you even get that much blood?"

A paintbrush rose in the air and spelled out, 'Recovery Girl's office.'

"Don't we need that blood?"

'She never uses it anyways.'

"Huh. Good point. Also, stop writing on my wall!"

Ojiro grabbed at the paintbrush, but it rose out of his reach. With a growl, Ojiro snatched a blanket off his bed and threw it across the room. It floated in mid-air, and he could see a vague humanoid shape under it.

"Ha! Got you now!" Ojiro leapt and grabbed at the form. He felt it give way without resistance under his arms.

Ojiro gaped in horror at the empty cloth. "Please tell me it's not a real ghost."

Objects around his room floated in mid-air. Stumbling back, Ojiro tripped over a fallen trophy and slammed the back of his head into his bedframe.

When Ojiro opened his eyes again, he was transparent, his incorporeal body floated through his bed, and his cold, dead body lay in front of him.

"Oh my gosh!" Hagakure said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to kill you!"

"Wait, when did you die?" Ojiro asked.

"You guys seriously never noticed?" Hagakure huffed. "I've been dead for almost a week!"

"Oh. Uh, Hagakure, where are you?"

"Are you blind? I'm right in front of you!"

Ojiro peered around, but Hagakure was nowhere to be seen. "Uh, Hagakure, I think you're invisible."

"Yeah, and now you are too! Take that!"

"No, I mean, I still can't see you."

Hagakure paused. "Well that figures. Anyways, you want to haunt Mineta?"

"Absolutely."

Ojiro felt a strange sucking sensation. When he woke up, Recovery Girl stood over him.

"Mmm… good, you took quite a bump on the head. How are you feeling?"

Ojiro groaned. "Ugh, what a dream. I thought Hagakure was dead."

"Don't be silly." Recovery Girl pointed at a floating t-shirt. "She's right there."

Unheard by everyone, Hagakure screamed, "Seriously?"

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Hagakure being a ghost the entire time is a headcanon I didn't know I needed in my life.