When Denki came back to his senses right after the cavalry battle, his mind was lifted from the cloud that had been inhabiting it for the last hour or so.

"What... What happened?" he asked aloud, more for himself than anybody else. One moment he was very sure that he was standing right before the gates, about to open for the marathon; the next, he was standing on the field among some people.

It wasn't like he couldn't remember anything; he was very well aware of what had happened around him but wasn't sure why it happened because of him.

'Like a dream.' Yeah, like-

'Who said that?!' was someone in his mind. Did he catch an alien while he was eating popcorn?! Oh, he knew watching those alien movies was a bad idea.

"Good job, 10 Million points. I must say I'm more than impressed with your plan," said Mei, before giving a checklist to her equipment and storming away from their team.

"This, verily, constitutes an agreeable revelation. I beg pardon for any want of decorum, but divining your aptitude for strategy from your countenance proved no trifling task," that white-haired girl replied somewhat monotone, in what he thinks was a compliment.

He was almost sure; it was a little bit harder to understand her when he wasn't high. Wait, was that what he was?!

"Tsk," the last voice of their team sounded out. "Guess you're not all useless. But remember Class A." He spun towards him and pointed a finger menacingly. "This was only a temporary truce; should we face off against each other in the personal match, I will not even consider our former partnership!"

He averted his gaze towards the sky as if it physically hurt to look at him. Ouch, and he stormed away as well.

Now it was only him, the girl Yanagi, and Deadoriya. Oh, shit, wait-

"I must take my leave as well," Yanagi told him plainly. "Many blessings. Oh, and pray be apprised, Midoriya conveyed his aversion to the sobriquet you have bestowed upon him." With a final bow, like she didn't drop the bomb that she could see his hallucinations and hear him as well, she left.

"Those were some manly moves, Kaminari!" Kirishima said, who as soon as he saw him enter the viewing place walked up to him to congrulate him on his win.

"I must say, two times coming in first place is a quite a remarkable feat. That I couldn't achieve the same during the first task was... unfortunate considering my Quirk." Iida added sulkingly.

Denki let the praises he got from his remaining classmates fell on deaf ears, not thinking he deserved any of the recognition. Partly because he had no idea how he did them in the first place.

Part because he was too distracted by the fact that Midoriya was still alive somehow or at least his ghost and now it haunting him and he is not okay with any of this and what has happened to his simple life-

"Everything alright?" Denki shock himself out his spiralling of control and looked at Kirishima. And with that he meant really looked at him.

Yes, now he could see it. That wasn't some sime gesture of companionship between fellow classmates.

He was concerned about him because of Midoriya.

"m'fine." He said before sitting down to the viewing stands and waiting for the announcement to start not at all sorry for the uneasy looks he good from the rest of his classmates.

Alright maybe he was a little bit sorry, but could you blame him? It wasn't like he asked for this. That he asked for any of this, he just wanted to become a hero, have some fun with his friends, have a good time where did it all go wrong?

"Alright my fellow enthusiasts of sportsmanship!" the already loud voice of Present Mic boomed over the loudspeaker from the walls of the stadium, "It's time for the last event you all have been waiting for. Can I get a loud applause for the 1v1 matches!"

A loud round of applause all around the audience reverbed around the walls of concrete shaking him out of another skipped time.

He did that more often now after Midoriya... Something was wrong something had to be wrong.

That gir, Yanagi was her name? She said she saw Midoriya. He looked to his right where the fellow was floating carefree in the air. Sensing his gaze the white pupiless eyes opened and bore into his own.

He maintained eye contact for a short while before looking away, the apparation once again closing its eyes and enjoying the floating on nothing.

"Here my ladies and gentleman are the matches for this sports festival!"

Kaminari looked at the giant screen that showed all of the individual matches before paling. Oh no... Oh nono no. He looked slightly to his right, hiding his sorry gaze from the pure maiden that was now definitely looking at him aswell and sending shiver down his spine from her cold eyes.

"May the lord wishes both of us a fruitful endeavor." she prayed towards the heathens and as if her calls have been answered one of the stadiums light mysteriously broke off changing the angle of their positions in such a way the light shined upon her.

He was totally screwed.

Slowly making his way down towards the stadium, he got an uneasy feeling in his gut, not helped by the fact that Midoriya was still following. Silently shuffling around the empty halls of the stadium, trying to find his way towards the field with no company but Midoriya, he slowly started to consider something.

Normally, he wouldn't have done this; normally, he could have ignored it, but not after everything today. He just couldn't, no.

"Midoriya?" he spoke aloud, stopping in his tracks.

As soon as he said the word, the apparition stopped its floating and was now standing in front of him, its eyes cringing with a smile that it couldn't express in its current form.

"Uhm..." Okay, no need for panic, Denki! Don't you dare panic right now! There is no reason to panic. It isn't like the ghost of the classmate you saw die not a month ago is actually haunting you, and not some sort of hallucination born from his guilt.

Wait, did that mean that he could skip the next therapy sessions?

Midoriya shook his head sadly, or in what he thought was a sad way. Dammit, he really doesn't need them, though.

"Midoriya," finally stopping his rant in his brain to ask the important questions, he addressed the dead person before him once more.

The ghost tried to listen in as best as it could with no ears to hear; that is its only way of noticing what Kaminari still had to say was the whispers of life clinging to the words he spoke.

Something he took for granted back when he was alive, now not even able to produce a coherent sentence without butchering pronunciation and investing a huge lot of energy, more than possessing other people.

"What-" he snapped his attention back to Kaminari; he had something to say to him after all.

"What is happening to me."