On the first day of the new school year, Vlad King spotted a freshman shaking a vending machine. The boy's green hair helped Vlad remember his last name—Midoriya. Izuku Midoriya, one of Aizawa's new class. The student muttered to himself, "Aw, come on! That was my last coin. I shouldn't have put in money a second time after it ate my first coin. Stupid, stupid, stupid."
That particular vending machine was notorious for failing to work. The staff had been complaining about it for several years, but the school always seemed to have bigger priorities for its budget, like building stupidly large robots. Vlad started forward, planning to tell the boy how he could request a refund.
A sudden chill radiated off Midoriya. It froze Vlad in place. Sweat dampened his collar. He'd faced villains for his entire career and never once felt this terrified.
"I can take care of that," said an entirely new voice. The tone was deeper, too adult for a teenager, but it emerged from Midoriya's lips. Midoriya unfolded a paperclip and worked it into the vending machine lock. "I learned how to do this when I was living on the streets," the strange voice continued. "Watch the motions of my—your—hand. I'll teach you." The glass door popped open.
Midoriya took two drinks, then closed the door. "Thank you, First!" he said in his own voice. He skipped past Vlad down the hallway.
Vlad stared after the boy. Then he went to the teacher's lounge and placed a bet on how long it would take before Aizawa expelled Izuku Midoriya.
The betting pool on which students Aizawa would expel was an old U.A. tradition. Last year, Present Mic had made a mint betting that Aizawa would expel his entire class. Yamada had a natural gift for predicting his best friend. He'd walked off with the pot for three years running. However, this year Vlad had inside information. He placed a bet on Izuku Midoriya being expelled on his first day, quite confident in his success.
But Midoriya stayed. Vlad heard whispers that Aizawa had almost expelled him during the Quirk Apprehension Test, but close didn't count in betting. The longer they went into the school year without Aizawa expelling anyone, the more the teachers started to worry about what they would do with all the money. Yamada joked that they should give it all to Aizawa if he lasted the year without a single expulsion, but no one, Yamada included, had any intention of letting Aizawa find out about their little game.
Thirteen tumbled to the ground, part of her suit melting away. She'd failed the students. The villains would turn U.S.J. into a bloodbath.
As her breathing slowed and she approached death, she saw something in the distance. A blaze of green light. Eight blurry shapes rising up into the sky like phoenixes. It was beautiful and terrifying.
Later, recovering in the infirmary, she tried to convince herself that she'd imagined it.
Power Loader loved to talk about costume design. It was his school subject and his passion, after all. He loved it enough to overlook the voices that Midoriya kept switching between during their conversation.
"But Nineth will look so cute in rabbit ears," Midoriya insisted.
In a deeper voice, Midoriya asked, "Are they practical? No? Then leave them off. We won't be killing All for One with an animal cosplay."
"Not unless he dies laughing," a younger voice snickered.
Now the strange voices were talking about killing someone. Power Loader felt it was his responsibility as a teacher to step in. He said, "Midoriya, heroes try to avoid using lethal force."
"It was a joke," a feminine voice said.
It was getting harder and harder for Power Loader to pretend he wasn't talking to different people. He cleared his throat and tried to get the conversation back on track. "While I'm impressed by your ingenuity, I'm afraid most hero costumes don't include so many vials of lethal poison. This worries me. Because of all your death threats."
Midoriya rolled his eyes. "We didn't have so many pointless rules back in my day."
"Err…" Power Loader's voice trailed off. A vial of chemicals that he'd specifically forbidden Midoriya to use floated past him. But as soon as he looked, the chemicals dropped back to the table, returning to an inert state.
Power Loader decided he didn't want to argue with that. He looked away. Behind him, the air rustled again.
At the teacher's lounge, Power Loader placed a bet. By this point, everyone had realized that Aizawa must be too scared of the ghosts to ever expel Midoriya. The betting had shifted to when Aizawa would crack and turn in his resignation. Power Loader had to admit that if he'd been Midoriya's homeroom teacher, he would have snapped a long time ago. Aizawa must have nerves of steel.
Fumikage Tokoyami said, "Thank you for being friends with Dark Shadow."
Vlad's head snapped around. There was no one in the hallway except him and Tokoyami. He tried to convince himself that Tokoyami must be speaking into a phone. But as he edged closer, he saw no sign of a headset.
Tokoyami continued, "He enjoys having someone else who understands his speech. Truly, creatures of darkness thrive together. I, too, revel in the wisdom of one who has breached the border between life and death." He paused, seeming to listen. "I purchased a new Ouija Board for you. It was no trouble at all, I'm happy to assist my senior in the ways of death. Same time next Friday?"
The madness was spreading throughout Class 1-A. Vlad doubled his existing bet on Aizawa cracking this month.
Cementoss considered Izuku Midoriya to be his most gifted but strangest literature student. Most of the time, the boy turned in mediocre essays, solid B work. But sometimes he would write a truly gifted literary analysis to the point where Cementoss wanted to weep after reading it.
Since Cementoss knew that Midoriya was capable of more, he tried to draw his student out of his shell. But Midoriya blushed and stammered whenever called on in class. Cementoss had better luck over email, where he and Midoriya had often exchanged long discussions of their favorite books.
Midoriya wrote, I met Haruki Murakami once. He was very old, but his wits were as sharp as the day he wrote Hear the Wind Sing. His very last work concerned the dawn of the age of quirks, but it was censored by the government. My copy may be the only surviving one. Many years ago, I hid it in a P.O. Box in Kyoto. After having spoken with you for so long, I know I can trust you with this. Please share the great writer's last masterpiece with the world. An address and a password for the box followed.
Cementoss wrote, Midoriya, Haruki Murakami died before you were ever born! Is this a joke?
There was no reply to this message.
Of course Cementoss thought it must be a prank. But all their emails proved he'd been communicating with a sincere Murakami fan. Inwardly cursing himself for his own foolishness, he took a train to the address. He found a book.
He only had to read the first page to know that only Murakami could have written this.
Ectoplasm often created clones to help out with school tasks. He currently had six of them carrying in boxes of school supplies. Except, when he finished his task, only five clones merged back with him.
Very strange. He couldn't have possibly lost one. They didn't have minds of their own—they were extensions of his own body, like a hive mind.
He followed the tug of his quirk to the cafeteria. One of his clones stood before the counter, flipping an omelet onto a plate.
Ectoplasm gasped.
The clone turned around. "Sorry for the trouble. I'll return this body to you in a jiffy. I wanted to make a nice, healthy meal for Nineth after his training. Nana used to love my omelets. Look!" He held up the plate to show off the ketchup heart. "I've still got my old skill!" The clone walked out the door carrying the plate.
The clones weren't supposed to talk to him. Ectoplasm gaped and stammered.
Lunch Rush leaned against the wall. In a dull, resigned voice, he said, "At least my kitchenware isn't floating in the air this time."
These were more words than Ectoplasm had heard from Lunch Rush in years.
Ectoplasm placed a bet on Aizawa cracking within the week.
Midnight didn't normally bring Sushi to school, but he'd gotten sick and needed a careful eye and medicine every few hours. She'd taken a day off work, but the substitute teacher had canceled last minute, and she'd agreed to come in under the condition that she could bring her cat. She'd left Sushi curled up in a basket in the teacher's lounge.
When Midnight came to give her cat his medicine, she spotted Midoriya with his head poked through the partially-open door. "Get back here," he hissed. "I don't care how much you love cats! We're not allowed in there. I'll get in trouble!"
So some students had decided to sneak into the teacher's lounge as a prank. Midnight grinned. She remembered pulling stunts like that back in her own student days. In her opinion, it was good and healthy for students to be mischievous, but she'd still enjoy giving them a scare. She crept closer. If she could sneak up on Midoriya and tap him on the shoulder, then she could make him jump. Then she'd promise not to tell any other teachers.
Midoriya sighed. "Come on, I'm going to be late for class. No, I won't leave you alone here! Who knows what you'd get up to? Everyone, please talk to him."
Over Midoriya's shoulder, Midnight glimpsed Sushi. He seemed to be doing much better, standing up and purring. It was very odd; he'd arched his back as if rubbing against an invisible person. Or was there someone there? The air seemed wavy. Could it be the student with the invisibility quirk? Midnight squinted harder.
For a brief moment, she saw the hazy outline of a young man with straight white hair and green eyes petting her cat. Then it was gone.
Izuku turned around. His eyes glowed completely green from pupil to iris.
Screaming, Midnight fled down the hallway.
When she later returned, someone had already given Sushi his medicine.
Also, half a dozen staff had increased their bets on Aizawa's resignation.
Snipe had little to do with first-year students. He didn't even involve himself in that silly betting pool the others had concerning Aizawa. When he spotted Izuku Midoriya lying flat on his back on a bench during class time, he didn't consider it any of his business. Maybe the kid needed a nap.
Then Snipe heard a sob coming from the bench, and he whirled around. As a teacher, he couldn't just ignore that sound of distress. He cleared his throat. "Kid, do you want to talk?"
"I'm fine," Midoriya said. He sat up. There was no trace of a catch in his voice, nor tears on his face. "I'm sorry about him. Today is the anniversary of the day his senpai died before his eyes, and we're all comforting him."
Another sob pierced the air, one that clearly did not come from Midoriya's closed lips. A voice shouted, "You fool, I'm right here with you! You're dead too!"
That had definitely been an adult voice. Snipe looked in all directions.
Midoriya stood up. "I'll find somewhere else. I'm sorry to have bothered you."
Snipe kept searching until he was certain no one else was there.
As soon as Snipe opened the door to the guidance counselor's office, Hound Dog asked, "Is this about Izuku Midoriya?"
"Yes," Snipe admitted.
Hound Dog shook his mane. "All of the other teachers have been here already. I'm sorry, I can't help you. That kid doesn't need a guidance counselor—he needs an exorcist."
As the principal of U.A., Nezu constantly maintained an appearance of being in perfect control. Most of the time, it was even true.
Nezu walked into the teacher's lounge and found Present Mic and seven ghosts dancing in sync to the theme song of "Put Your Hands Up Radio." The principal took a deep breath. Then he turned around and walked out of the room. Back in his office, he put in the paperwork to give Aizawa a massive raise.
Present Mic's radio show featured a resurgence of old-fashioned music. And some…strange…callers.
Standing over Midoriya's bed, Recovery Girl scolded, "If you continue injuring yourself, then I won't heal you any longer." She didn't like making this threat, but it was for his own good—he had to stop abusing his power.
Midoriya sat upright. His eyes blazed green. "Oh no you won't, Chiyo." The voice was feminine—and distinctly familiar.
Recovery Girl recoiled. "Gah."
The woman's voice continued, "I know you think you're helping, but you're not. Nineth has a quirk that appeared late, and he's struggling to control it. He's under more pressure than you know. His class has dealt with unprecedented villain attacks. Adults have been failing this boy all his life. If you tell him that you won't help him, then it won't make him be more careful, it will just teach him that he has to do everything by himself as usual."
"Nana?" Recovery Girl whispered.
"If that isn't enough to convince you, then I know quite a bit of dirt on you—"
The lecture cut off abruptly. In his own voice, Midoriya said, "I'm sorry, I won't let her threaten you." His face still flushed from his post-Sports Festival surgery, he gazed up at Recovery Girl through his lashes. "Can we just forget this ever happened?"
Recovery Girl said, "Gah." Then she went out to get extremely drunk.
Standing before his homeroom teacher's desk, Neito waved his hands. "You have to do something! Midoriya has already snagged poor Hitoshi into his clutches. Now he's attempting to befriend me against my will!"
Vlad placed his fingertips together. "Have you tried asking him to leave you alone?"
Neito muttered and tugged at his collar. Eventually, he said, "I can hardly tell him that when he's so nice and friendly! And he has loads of interesting ideas about using quirks after I copy them. I like hanging around with him a lot. I made some unfair assumptions about him when we first met. He's actually super-cool."
Vlad pinched his forehead. "Then what's the problem?"
He'd expected Neito to go on a long rant about how Class 1-A students weren't allowed to be likeable. Instead, Neito said, "You know full well what's the problem. Seven and half problems, to be more precise."
Vlad said, "I really don't."
"I'm not going to talk about it! Talking about it only encourages them!" Neito looked around as if he suspected that someone—or something—might be eavesdropping. "I don't believe in them anyway!"
Vlad said, "Oh, that."
Neito puffed out his chest. "Yes, that! I demand to know what the teachers plan to do about 'that.' It gives Class 1-A an unfair advantage. Upon closer acquaintance with 'that,' they seem to be a wealth of knowledge and a natural source of spotlight." His gaze became crafty. "Perhaps you could even the scales by providing Class 1-B with some of our own?"
Vlad sighed. "Despite my costume theme, I'm not a real vampire. I have no particular knowledge of the supernatural. I definitely don't have any spare ghosts lying around to give you."
"Don't say that word!" Neito shrieked. He ran out of the room.
Vlad let his head sag down to hit his desk.
Later that day, Vlad asked Aizawa, "How is the edgelord kid doing?"
Aizawa said, "Tokoyami has been making excellent progress controlling Dark Shadow even when—"
Vlad said, "No, I mean Midoriya."
Aizawa snorted. "He's not an edgelord; he's the one actually being haunted by ghosts."
Vlad flinched. Neito must be wearing off on him, for him to react so strongly to the word. "How are you doing?" he asked with sincere concern.
"Eh." Aizawa shrugged. "Apparently they like me. Or my ass, at least."
Vlad stared, trying to figure out if this was a joke. Later, he placed a longshot bet on Aizawa lasting the whole year.
Two days later, Nezu approved Class 1-A to host a haunted house at their parent visit day. This just went to prove that Nezu's love of chaos outweighed his considerable intelligence.
The first group of parents departed cheerful and congratulating their children on such wonderfully convincing ghosts. Tsuyu Asui's father had a slightly maniac glint in his eyes. He spewed out effusive praise as if trying to convince himself how much he'd loved the "extremely realistic special effects." Her siblings insisted on going through the house three times.
Ochaco Uraraka's parents left with a string of lottery ticket numbers, which they mutually agreed were "worth a try."
Mitsuki Bakugo left the haunted house looking pensive and uncharacteristically quiet, then went to sign both herself and her son up for anger management classes, and her whole family for counselling.
In the early afternoon, Aizawa showed up with Eri in tow. The Koda parents currently leaving expressed concern that the haunted house might be too scary for her, but Aizawa assured them that ghosts liked Eri. They assumed that he'd meant to say that Eri liked ghosts. He did not correct this assumption.
The room had been designed to look like an old-fashioned Japanese living room. Fake cobwebs covered the low table. Two lanterns hung on either side of the sliding door. The hanging on the wall depicted an oni with a sword. Dusty books filled the shelves.
Eri looked around. "Oh, is no one here? I thought there would be dress-up monsters."
Holding a hand over his mouth, Aizawa whispered, "She can handle a bit more creepiness."
Red handprints started to appear on the window. Eri gasped and clapped.
"Yes, like that, but keep the amount of bloodiness at that level," Aizawa whispered.
A book fell off the shelf. It tumbled over to reveal a blank page. Slowly, words formed in spidery handwriting: Hello Eri.
Eri beamed. "Hello, Deku's ghosts! Where are you?" She wandered around the room, looking under the table and behind the rocking chair. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Eri yanked back a wall hanging to reveal a translucent buff bald man. "Found you!"
Aizawa sighed. "You aren't supposed to get caught."
The ghost beamed. "What a funky witch's costume, Miss Eri."
Eri curtsied in her black dress. "Thank you! Big brother Mirio helped me pick it out." She pulled on the brim of her witch's hat, and suddenly a red mouth leapt out of the crease and flashed cloth fangs. "See what I can do?"
"So cute…" the ghost whispered, placing a hand on his forehead and swaying as if he might faint.
"I want to see the adorable costume too, senpai." A young dark-haired ghost wearing a coat with a high collar floated out of the wall.
A female voice said, "If we're all coming out, then me, too." She sprang out of the lantern in an explosion of light. "Want to see a trick?" She held up her hands, and a shadow from the lantern formed a bunny shape. This shape was extremely detailed with fangs dripping drops of blood.
"You're even better than Mr. Aizawa," Eri said, sounding deeply impressed.
Aizawa rolled his eyes. "I don't have supernatural abilities. That's cheating."
"My turn!" A thin, white-haired ghost popped out of the floor. "Look what I found in your ear!" He pulled out a string of glowing flowers.
The ghosts crowded around Eri, clamoring to show her their tricks. She laughed and clapped her hands.
The show had been going on for nearly an hour when a man with a spiky ponytail poked his head through the door. "Time to move on to the next guest."
The white-haired ghost said, "Send them away, we're busy."
"It's Endeavor."
The temperature of the room dropped abruptly. With a maniac grin on his face, the white-haired man said, "We'll show you the rest of our tricks later, Eri. We have a special guest."
Eri giggled and waved as she left. "Thank you, nice ghosts!"
The haunted house did not survive Endeavor's visit.
Shouto Todoroki made a video about this further proof that Hitoshi Shinsou was haunted, ending by thanking Hitoshi for lending his ghosts to make 1-A's haunted house a huge success and for their effect on Shouto's father. Shouto got into a long argument in the comments with an anonymous party going by the username "Blue Flame" about if Izuku or Hitoshi was haunted. But they both agreed the picture of Endeavor screaming and running in circles like a headless chicken had been priceless.
This video was widely decried as fake (the ghost special effects were too cheesy!) Then it was quickly overshadowed by news of Endeavor's recent massive charitable donations.
Yamada fastened a poster about the Hero Work Recommendation Project to the wall. Izuku, Hitoshi, and Neito walked past him, chatting. Neito said, "We've been getting along pretty well lately, haven't we?"
"Yes," Izuku said, with a hint of wariness suggesting that he'd noticed Neito's wheedling tone.
Neito said, "You have seven and a half supernatural entities, and Class 1-B doesn't have any supernatural entities at all—"
Hitoshi hissed, "I told you not to bother him. He needs those ghosts because of the thing he doesn't have. We've talked about this."
"Don't say that word." Neito glared.
Hitoshi rolled his eyes. "You're cool with them now as long as we don't use the g-word? I'll never understand what goes on inside your head."
Izuku sighed. "I can't give you my, uh, friends. It doesn't work like that. Trust me, if I could get them to follow you around for a change and give me a break, then I would."
Neito pouted. "The green-eyed one likes me."
Izuku raised an eyebrow. "He said that your monologuing reminded him of his big brother. I don't think that was intended to be taken as a compliment."
With a snort, Hitoshi said, "I miss the days when you were scared of them."
"I've never once been scared!" Neito drew himself up indignantly. "Can't I—we at least have the half a one?"
Izuku recoiled. "The half a ghost is All Might! You aren't getting Misty Might!" His eyes blazed with fanboy possessiveness.
Yamada accidentally embedded a tact into his thumb. Hopping, he swore. The pain didn't bother him so much as that he'd just lost a bet with Aizawa concerning the identity of a certain difficult-to-see ghost. Since when could living people be ghosts? This made it so very awkward that he'd been bonding with the ghosts over a shared love for Aizawa's ass…
Nine had ordered his allies to create distractions for him across Nabu Island, yet he hadn't heard a single explosion. None of them had replied to his messages. With his arms crossed, he surveyed the harbor, frowning. Something very strange was going on here. There were only hero students on this island, here for their Hero Work Recommendation Project. No one present could have stood up to his team of villains. Perhaps All for One had found them?
Using a tracker in his allies' phones, Nine followed the signal. All of them seemed to be in the same place—just outside the building where the hero students slept.
Nine saw the silhouettes of his entire team, lying tied up and unconscious against the building. His heart hammered. It was All for One, he knew it. In his bones, he realized he wasn't ready to face the number one villain. He had to retreat and come up with a plan.
"You're finally here." A boy stood up. His green hair gleamed in the darkness.
This child was the only one guarding the prisoners? Then Nine could rescue his team before All for One returned and escape. Lightning crackled in the air over him. He sneered. "If you surrender now, then I'll leave you alive to tell your master All for One that he made a mistake in leaving me for last."
"I don't serve All for One." The boy's voice lashed the air. His eyes flashed green. "I'm his retribution. And I don't fear his leftovers."
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Nine couldn't help himself. He laughed. "A mere child thinks he can defeat All for One?"
The boy smiled. "If you don't believe me, then why don't you come over here and use your discount rate version of his quirk to try and take mine?"
Nine knew this boy must have a powerful quirk, to be so confident. If his opponent wanted to act foolish, then he wouldn't turn down the chance. He leapt forward and grabbed the boy's forehead.
The boy's skin turned dark as night. Glowing galaxies spawned across his body. Many eyes and mouths sprouted from his flesh. Sharp white teeth flashed from his palm, revealing a black hole swirling inside. Darkness rose up and consumed Nine. It all happened too fast for him to react. His body felt as if he was floating in outer space. He saw a shadowy metal door with a round wheel. Eight glowing figures sat on thrones. They turned their eyes toward him. He screamed and screamed.
Nine dropped to his knees and vomited up his lunch. That hadn't been a quirk. That had been a monster. An eldritch being that had crawled up from the pits of hell. He shivered and shook, unable to rise. If he moved, it might notice him. He prayed as he'd never prayed in his life that it wouldn't notice him.
When the thing taking the shape of a boy came toward him, he screamed in panic. It was going to touch him! That thing was going to touch him!
Stun cuffs slapped around his wrists. When the thing retreated, Nine whimpered in relief and collapsed to the ground.
The thing said, "I'm so glad my friends didn't have their trip ruined by yet another villain attack. It's better that we took care of this on our own. Yes, this means you lot are forgiven for the shipping war. But don't do it again."
A light flickered on from inside the house. A boy with half-red, half white hair ran forward, waving a shovel. "Izuku, I came to help bury the bodies!"
The thing groaned. "There is no body, Shouto. They're all still alive. Can you help me by calling the police?"
OMAKE TIME!
Omake: Conspiracy Theories are Immovable
Shouto: I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. One of the ghosts haunting Shinsou told me to come outside and bring a shovel. He said something about proving my qualifications. For what, he didn't say.
Izuku: He'd better not have said! (Sighs) I have a confession to make. The ghosts are haunting me, not Shinsou.
Shouto: You're both haunted?
Izuku: …Close enough.
Meanwhile:
Tomura: Dabi, I know this sounds strange coming from me, but you should step away from the computer. You've been sitting there for a week straight without moving. (His nose wrinkles.) Or bathing.
Dabi: (Aka commentor Blue Flame) NOT UNTIL I PROVE TO MY LITTLE BROTHER THAT IZUKU MIDORIYA IS THE HERO BRAT WHO IS HAUNTED!
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Omake: There is No Haunted House in Ba Sing Se
Endeavor: Hello, Todoroki household.
Reporter: My article on the U.A. Parent Visit Day was rejected because it sounded too much like tabloid fodder. I'm collecting eyewitness reports that the haunted house did exist, but no one seems willing to be quoted—hey! Please don't hang up!
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Omake: After the Shie Hassaikai Arc
Izuku: Mirio, I would like to offer you a quirk to replace your lost one. It's the best—it's one of the bes—of all the quirks that exist, it's probably one of them. Shinsou has a dissenting theory, but I've assured him there's a quirk in there hidden under all the other stuff.
Mirio: That's a lovely offer, but I don't need it.
Izuku: Can you pretty please just take one of the ghosts off my hands? You can have the useless bitch who didn't even come with an extra quirk.
Yoichi: (Crying) Nineth, I'm sorry! Please don't throw me away! I won't start any more shipping wars!
Izuku: And no more PDA?
Yoichi: Minimal PDA. Can I help it if my hero is irresistible?
Izuku: Open your mouth, Mirio, I need you to eat a hair.
Mirio: Please calm down! Ahhhhhhhh! Help!
Yoichi: Wait, stop, my quirk will kill Mirio if he possesses it! This is definitely true and not something I made up to stop you from giving me away!
#The real reason Second has to face a wall whenever Izuku is around #Because Izuku swore that if Second eye-fucked Yoichi one more time, then all the vestiges would be given to All for One #Third is in charge of guarding him
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Omake: In Which Second Turns Around from the Wall
All for One: Finally, I succeeded in transferring my consciousness to Tomura's body and stealing One for All!
Tomura: We didn't steal it so much as the hero brat threw it at me while screaming something about how he'd finally found someone evil enough to deserve his quirk.
All for One: It was all part of my master plan. Which worked perfectly.
Tomura: Sensei, we need to talk. This quirk came with seven and a half ghosts, and they don't have a mute button. I'm returning this game.
All for One: You can't give back One for All after I spent a century obtaining it!
Tomura: Actually, you're more annoying than all the other ghosts combined, so I'm giving you to the green-haired hero brat.
Izuku: Hold up, I do not agree to this!
#Don't worry, there's still a happy ending #Izuku somehow steals both quirks and leaves Tomura stuck with all the ghosts #Yoichi vaults All for One #Then Nana redeems Tomura by force #Izuku only took Misty Might back because he is: A) Rare All Might merch; and B) Silent
Author's Note: Of course, First told Shouto Todoroki that Izuku needed help burying a body to show off the good qualities of his favorite. This launched The Second Vestige Shipping War. The fallout used up what little good will the vestiges had garnered from Izuku.
Credit goes to both Mewsora and DawnHero for prompts that I incorporated into this fic. Additionally, DrWalpurgisnacht for suggested the "After the Shie Hassaikai Arc" omake and Mysterious_Prophetess for suggesting the last omake.
This will be the spooky One for All series started with "The Peculiarities of Izuku Midoriya," unless random inspiration or another prompt strikes me. Feel free to suggest more ideas. To celebrate, the amazingly talented arlcn drew the eldritch Izuku that terrified Nine into submission. Thank you! Delete the spaces to get the link:
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