After the events of USJ, Denki was relieved to return to classes, for once. School work and training were a welcome reprieve after the stress of battling actual villains, not to mention Denki's worries about the hole in his memories.

"Hey Jirou, can you tell me anything that happened at USJ? I don't remember anything after hiding behind the rock."

Jirou avoided looking at him directly. "It was… unsettling. I couldn't see most of what happened, but it was like you were a different person."

"That's what I'm worried about," Denki confessed. "From what the teachers have told me, it was like I had a second quirk."

Jirou poked her earphones together shifting her stance. "Whatever happened, you saved Yaoyorozu and me. So I wanted to thank you," Jirou replied, blushing slightly.

Denki grinned. "Well, it's good to know I didn't completely screw up. I was worried you were gonna avoid me or something."

"No way," Jirou assured, smirking. "Who else would I make fun of? Class would be boring without you, even if your tinkering was driving me crazy. Speaking of, I'm digging the pendant." Jirou gestured to the completed puzzle hanging around Denki's neck.

"Yeah, I finished it during USJ. Thought if I threw it hard enough, I could distract one of the villains," Denki said. "Turns out, completing it provided a better distraction than I could have hoped for." He ran his fingers across the smooth metal. He had too many questions and only one way to find any answers.

"Okay, I know something happened during USJ, but I don't know what," Denki mumbled to himself. "Is it only triggered when I short circuit? Would this spirit take over when I'm unconscious? Depending on the reason I'm unconscious, my body may prevent the spirit from gaining consciousness as well." Denki paced around his room, running a hand through his hair. "If I keep this up, my mumbling will rival Midoriya's."

Denki sighed, flopping onto his bed. If this spirit was connected to his mental state, maybe meditation will help. Denki closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. He sat there in silence for several minutes before throwing his arms up in frustration.

"This isn't working! I don't know anything about meditation! Maybe I should just short myself out and hope to get a better idea of this spirit in me," Denki groaned. As much as he hated overusing his quirk, he needed to know more about this spirit. He grabbed the anti-static tarp from his closet and wrapped himself in it.

"I haven't had to use this since I was first learning to control my quirk, so I hope it still works." Denki closed his eyes and released his control over his quirk. Electricity discharged from his body rapidly, the familiar feeling of static overload clouding his mind. His ears started ringing and his vision slightly blurred. Denki caught a glimpse of something… A flash of another person. His last thought before passing out was wondering why he was hallucinating a middle eastern teenage boy.

When Denki woke up, he was sitting at his desk, cards spread out on the surface. "There has got to be a better way of doing this," Denki moaned, rubbing his eyes. Leaning back in his chair, he pondered what he saw. The spirit, and it had to be a spirit, was a teenage boy about his age. The spirit's hair had a similar style to Denki's own, though Denki's was longer and a bit more tame. The spirit's hair coloring was inverse to Denki's own hair: dark hair with streaks of blond. The spirit was a lot shorter than Denki, and his complexion was much darker. Denki stacked the cards up and put them in a drawer, reaching for a notebook and pen.

"Well, if I'm going to copy Midoriya, I may as well go all out," Denki chuckled. He flipped the notebook open and labeled the top of the page "Spirit." Denki listed all his observations about this mysterious spirit and how the possession seemed to work.

Denki jerked awake, gasping for breath. " What the hell was that?" The dream he had wasn't normal. He couldn't remember much, but he did recall flashes of visions. It felt familiar, Luke a distant memory, but Denki knew that couldn't be right.

Denki checked the time and pulled out his notebook. He scribbled an entry and tried to fall back asleep.

Dreams:

Tonight I dreamt of the desert…

The dreams continued. Almost every night, Denki would experience different visions, brief and cycling continuously. Waking up each morning, Denki scribbled down as many of these flashes he could remember.

I was standing in the dessert again…

This time, I was practicing archery…

I saw rows of stone tablets…

I was speaking to a familiar looking priest…

Several people Denki remembered in these flashes made multiple appearances. There was a priest of some sort with a strangely familiar face, an older man that seemed to be an advisor of sorts, a girl who Denki could swear he'd seen before, and so on. Maybe this was the spirit's way of trying to communicate? Denki hadn't tried contacting the spirit again, instead focusing on the upcoming sports festival. The last thing he needed was the spirit to take over in front of thousands of viewers.

"If I keep this up, Midoriya really will have competition," Denki said, reviewing his plan for the sports festival. "With this many contingency plans, I'm starting to think I'm paranoid." Then again, Denki had been seeing a glimpse of something in his peripheral sight. Every time he turned to get a better look, there was nothing there. Like he really needed the added anxiety.

"I can do this," Denki chanted, psyching himself up. "I've been training. I just have to keep a handle on my quirk. If I have to face anyone one on one, I just have to go all out to end the match as quickly as possible." Denki pumped his fists and grinned. "Let's do this!"

Denki joined his classmates and the other students in the arena, chatting amicably with his friends. Bakugou gave an… inspiring speech, and the first even began. The race was no problem, and Denki didn't have to use his quirk too much. Heck, the second round was a success as well, even if Todoroki was acting a bit weird. Then again, the guy still teamed up with him and worked well with everyone, so it must not have been a huge problem.

The third event was when trouble began. Denki was going against a girl from class 1-B. She was cute, and normally he'd want to ask her out, bit he was more worried about the spirit possessing him if the fight lasted too long. After Present Mic's introductions of both combatants, Denki took a deep breath and clenched his fists, charging for his attack.

"I'm sorry, but I need to end this as quickly as I can," Denki told her. He released the electricity he'd been charging in a giant blast. The power he poured into his attack should have been enough to take care of Ibara. When he opened his eyes, Denki saw the field covered in vines.

"Shit!" Denki cries out as the vines wrapped around him. He struggled to let off another charge, but felt himself reaching his limit. The familiar sensation of losing control returned, as much as Denki struggled against it. Inevitably, he couldn't hold back the transformation.

Shiozaki was disappointed. She didn't know what she expected from Kaminari, but she didn't want the fight to end this quickly.

"Kaminari, you were mistaken to assume you could win against me. My faith has shielded me," she explained. As she prepared to end the match, the atmosphere changed. Was this the presence she'd heard rumors about? Kaminari's entire attitude shifted.

"Before you end this so quickly, I have a proposal for you," Kaminari said calmly. "You claim your faith saved you. How would you like to put your faith to the test in a game?"

Shiozaki smiled. "A test of faith? How could I refuse? I accept your challenge, Spirit." She would show this spirit the light and allow him to pass on.

"I think Senet would be a fitting match, don't you agree?" The spirit was smirking at her.

"I couldn't have picked a more appropriate game. Let us begin."

The spirit found himself in the middle of a fight once again. However, this match was not nearly as deadly as the previous one. While he didn't need to challenge her to a Shadow Game, he couldn't help but feel protective over his host. Kaminari Denki was interesting. He recorded his dreams, which the spirit thought might be connected to his memories and tried to get in contact with him again. The spirit admired his perseverance and wanted to help him succeed. With each passing day, he felt their connection grows stronger.

The girl in front of him claimed her faith served her. He knew he had to challenge her to Senet. Somehow, he knew he played this get before, but didn't remember why. Still, he released the shadows into the arena and the board materialized in front of them.

"Our souls act as our game pieces. In this Shadow Game, the one who reaches the end first wins. If you lose or try to cheat, your soul shall be judged by Anubis himself. Game start!"

Denki felt different than the usual affects going over his watt limit left him feeling. It almost felt like he was floating, yet asleep. He could hear voices faintly, but as much as he strained to hear, he couldn't make out what they were saying.

Denki sighed, wondering what could have caused this change. He didn't black out, bit he wasn't exactly conscious either. It was a struggle to even find the strength to open his eyes.

"Wake up!" He heard his thoughts echoing in the darkness. "Wake up! You can't let that spirit hurt another student. Ibari could die!" Denki continued to struggle to open his eyes.

"Why can't I move? What good am I as a hero if I can't even save one person? WAKE UP!" With the final mental cry, Denki finally opened his eyes. Yet what he saw only confused him more

"Is that… me?" He looked down at "himself" fighting Ibari in some strange board game. "I have to stop him! Who knows what will happen if he wins!"

To Denki's surprise, the spirit looked at him, eyes wide in shock.

"How?" The spirit looked distressed. "Why is your soul-"

"You can hear me? Good. Listen up! I don't care who you are, but I'm not just going to sit aside and watch you hurt any students! I will force control myself if I have to!" Denki hoped the spirit didn't call his bluff. Denki was just as confused as the spirit.

"As long as her soul is as pure as she claims it to be, no harm shall come to her," the spirit tried to explain.

"I don't care!" Denki shouted. "You need to forfeit now!"

The spirit hesitated. "If that is what you truly want, than I will surrender." The spirit turned back to the game board. Both Ibara and the spirit we're nearly at the end.

"I surrender. You really were a formidable opponent. I hope we can play again in the future, without such high stakes." The spirit turned and walked out of the ring. The shadows cleared, revealing the spirit out of bounds and Ibara looking stunned.

"Ibara Shiozaki advances to the next round!" Present Mic announced.

Ibara walked over to the spirit and bowed slightly. "Thank you for an honorable match. It would be my pleasure to face you again."

The spirit made his way inside and sat down. Denki was still floating somehow.

"Why are you doing this?" Denki asked.

"Doing what?" The spirit tilted his head, puzzled.

"You know what! Whenever I'm about to go into my idiot mode, you take over! And your weird shadow magic quirk is dangerous! So why me? Why are you possessing me?"

The spirit was silent. "You completed the puzzle. My soul was locked inside for over 3000 years. I was… I was just trying to help you."

"Help me? Is that it? I want to be a hero, and your idea of justice isn't mine. If you really want to 'help,' we're going to have to set some things straight."

The spirit nodded. "The last thing I wanted to do was cause you harm. I only wanted to offer you my power in times of need. I didn't expect to have this kind of affect."

"Do you mean the weird dreams? Yeah, those are confusing, but if we're going to be stuck together, we have to make this work, both of us together as one. You're like my shadow… my Yami."

"Yami?" the spirit questioned. "I don't understand. I am darkness?"

Denki shook his head. "Not necessarily. You're like my darkness. You're the one who's willing to take any measures to save people, even if it means hurting yourself or others. Heroes have to fight villains every day. Some fights are worse than others. You're my Yami, my willingness to help no matter the cost."

"Yami…" the spirit muttered. "I like that. Until we can recover my real name, you should call me Yami."

"Alright, Yami," Denki replied grinning. "I still want to take my body back now."

"Of course," Yami answered, surrendering control to Denki. The feeling of entering his body again was strange. It was sort of like diving into a swimming pool filled with gelatin. It was fluid, yet a strange bit of resistance.

"That's better," Denki said, rubbing his shoulder.

"Are you injured?"

Denki yelped, looking up. A strange transparent image of a person was floating in the air beside him.

"Yami?" Denki exclaimed. "I can see you!" Yami looked similar to the brief image he recalled seeing when trying to contact the spirit a second time. However, this time he was wearing a UA sports uniform identical to Denki's.

"I suppose our connection is strong enough for you to see me and communicate with me," Yami mused. "This could benefit us."

"Hold the phone!" Denki interjected. "I don't want you taking control whenever. I mean, it's ok if I'm in trouble, but it's still my body. Even if you are kind of part of me, you can't force control. It's similar to Tokoyami and Dark Shadow."

"Come again?" Yami looked confused again.

"The kid with the bird head," Denki clarified.

"Oh. I was wondering about him. He resembles Thoth."

Denki stared. "Did you… did you really… did you really just call Tokoyami a thot?" Denki burst out laughing.

"I don't get it," Yami said. "Why are you laughing?" Denki simply laughed harder.

"Yami, I have a feeling this will be fun."

A/N: Anti static tarps are used to cover machinery to help absorb any electricity they might release.Senet is an ancient Egyptian board game played between two people or one person again a soul from the afterlife (I think).

Thoth is an Egyptian good with a black bird head. I'm so sorry for the terrible joke, yet I regret nothing.

Alt. title for this chapter: dank memes and broken dreams