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It all went wrong as soon as I kicked that bottle. My “friends” at the time were telling me how I was being an ass to Deku. At the time, I only brushed it off as him getting in my way, as I did with everyone else. Looking back, I wished I had apologized sooner.

I kicked that damn bottle. And that shit unleashed hell.

“I don’t get why you waste your time on him. Why even bother?” one of them commented.

“Someone’s gotta teach that worthless nerd how the world works,” I grumbled, crushing the can in my hand with an explosion, “I hate it when he talks heroes!”

“Hey man, you seem kinda fired up,” the other chuckled, “why don’t we hit the arcade to get your mind off of things? Blow off a little steam, yeah?”

“Tch, fine.”

“Or we can sneak into the bar at the station! Pick up some ladies while we’re at it?” Where these guys serious? I couldn’t believe I hung around those extras.

“Hey, that’s a great idea! I’m down.” the guy with the stretchy fingers replied. I almost kinda feel bad that I never learned their names. I guess I never gave a shit back then.

“Ugh! You idiots! If we get caught, there’s no way UA would let me in! I don’t want to fuck around and shit on any chances I have at getting in!”

“Uh hey..what’s that??” Slender fingers nervously pointed.

And then my nightmare began.

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This sludge monster grew out of the bottle. I remember thinking how stupid it was, and how easy it’d be to take down. I gravely underestimated it.

“Perfect! I like my skin suits with some fire!” It gargled.

The pain was suffocating. The only way I can really explain how it attacked me was that it took over like some parasite. It swallowed my entire body whole, and the stupid bastard put its mouth where mine was and left my eyes exposed so I could see the damage it could do.

Everything was out of my control. My movements, my sight, my senses, and if nothing was done, my life and my future. All around me was screaming, fire, and innocent civilians running away.

Some pros had shown up to the scene, but they hesitated when they saw fire. I was struggling to worm out of his grasp before it did any real damage, but it was no use. It was laughing maniacally at the heroes. Stupid bastard.

“How DARE you prey on a CHILD! Let him go!” A pro shouted. He had a running start and sprinted towards me and the sludge, landing a massive punch. I could feel his punch sink into the goo and was flung backward into a wall with a flick of a tentacle.

I was starting to get pissed. Where was All Might? Hell, where was the stupid Deku and his villain analyses? Granted, he couldn’t fight, but a strategy to get out of there would’ve been nice.

“Stay back, or I’ll snap his neck!” it announced. I was so close to escaping his grasp, yet so far. It had a good grip on me. I started to shriek.

“You picked the wrong person to mess with! I’m gonna shove you back into whatever hole you crawled out of!” I tried making an explosion to no avail. “LET ME GO!”

I made an even bigger mess. I created a massive explosion that started to blow the pros away. I was so close to getting the hell out of there.

“Oh man did I score a powerful one! I really hit the jackpot this time!” It exclaimed. “With a quirk like yours under control, I could take All Might down in one fatal swoop!” Whatever this thing was, it was not going to take down the Symbol of Peace. Now it was just being overly confident.

I saw a few other pros rescue anyone caught up in the damage, and a couple trying to fix any damages. However, no pro came to me to try and help.

Apparently, my quirk only amplified this thing’s ability. It was causing explosions left and right, and it was making it harder for any pros to get to me. Great. Just perfect.

The struggle did nothing. It seized full control and aimed for a blow to the surrounding people, civilians, and pros. These guys started to infuriate me. Saying something that no one with the right quirk was around, and that they’d do damage control until someone showed up. Some pros they were.

Then he showed up. I don’t understand what horrible timing the universe had. Why was Deku here? Was he just passing by? All I needed was the guy I told was “weak” and “worthless” to see me in this state. How embarrassing. I know I asked for one of his strategies, but now it was inconvenient.

I wearily looked around for any hope. All the pros were either just cleaning up damage or making feeble attempts to try and help me. I couldn’t breathe. My heart stopped. I didn’t believe my eyes.

Izuku Midoriya started to run towards me. He had to be a complete idiot. Who in their right mind would run into a villain fight? Certainly not Deku. He would be too busy taking notes on a battle than actually fight one.

I heard the pros yelling at him. Telling him he was going to be killed. They were right! It’s a stupid move! There was absolutely no way he had a plan other than to just run at me.

“Deku...?” He was flailing his arms around like crazy. He looked so scared, but at the same time determined. Why me? Why would he want to help me? All those years of torment, and he still wants to risk his life for me? Why? What got into him?

He threw his backpack at it, and he must’ve gotten lucky and hit its eye since it released its grip on me and I could have a moment to breathe.

“KACCHAN!”

“What the hell? Why are you even here, Deku?!”

“I don’t even know! My legs! They just- started moving on their own!” He sounded so frantic to help me. He clawed at this thing like he was the one being captured.

“Kacchan, I knew I couldn’t just stand there and watch you die!” I think he was crying.

Right as it was about to attack Deku, I managed to get an arm free. He grabbed my hand and held onto it for dear life, and managed to pull me out of the sludge. I tried to make explosions out of my hands to try and fly out of the wreckage while simultaneously trying to get Deku out of there.

We managed to get away for a second, but the sludge grabbed onto Deku and slammed him into the cement. Everything stopped. My heart stopped. My breathing stopped. My eyes widened.

Out of all the times All Might decided to show up, why was it right now?! Right after I could've had any chances of saving him? Life is cruel. Or maybe, I was thinking too negatively. Maybe he’d survive with some injuries? I left that up to All Might.

In his usual fashion, All Might ended the villain in one punch. It was so powerful, he literally created a tornado and it started to RAIN. As amazing as he was, there was a gravely injured child under the rubble he unknowingly created.

As soon as I decided I felt better, I sprinted over to the rubble I last saw Deku under. I was furiously digging through the rubble for any signs of him. I finally caught a glimpse of his hair. I threw aside any remaining debris on top of him. And then, I saw the image that would forever haunt my dreams and does even now.

Midoriya’s frail, limp body. Lying there, bloodied and bruised.

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“Deku..?” I was still weakened from the sludge. I thought I was in some twisted nightmare. I figured I had to be knocked unconscious by the blast of the punch because I was having a hard time accepting that Deku was not only most likely dead, but it was because he saved me.

Now I was the useless Deku. All I could do is just stand there and struggle as someone had to come to rescue me, like some weak extra. He had his stupid smile across his bruised face. His expression was so pained, yet so accomplished.

“Kac...chan...?” he coughed. His blood stained my hands and ripped uniform. I didn’t give a shit. Everyone here let him past the line of pros. The pros let him pass them. All Might let him pass. Most importantly, he passed them for me. It was all my fault.

“Is everyone...okay...?” he murmured.

“Yes, you idiot! What made you think that was okay?!” I yelled, “Don’t answer that. Save your energy for the hospital.”

“Kacchan...I’m-“

“Save. It.” How could I call myself a hero? I let someone get gravely injured. He looked satisfied. It scared me. You always see those looks of satisfaction when someone was about to die. I couldn’t go to UA. Not like this. Not when this whole incident was my fault.

“Don’t let this...stop you...from being a hero...” What kind of timing is that? Why would he say that now? Wait, why is he even talking?? He should be saving his breath! My head was running with crazy ideas.

“Deku! Shut your ass up! You’re wasting energy!” I didn’t even know if this is even true, I just didn’t want to risk anything. Or I just wanted him to stop talking. Both work.

“I’m so...tired. Let me rest...Kacchan...” he whimpered.

“Deku, No! These are dying words! You are NOT dying on me, dumbass! You hear me!?”

“If only that were the case...” he trailed off.

What? My brain was not having it that day. I had to hold it all in. My emotions, my words, my tears, all of it. Nothing in the world made sense. My head was spinning. I felt like throwing up.

I could hear the crowd cheering for All Might as the smoke cleared. It started to drizzle a bit once the tornado cleared. The crowd’s cheers fell silent once they saw me and Deku. All Might never noticed. He never even looked back. I don’t know if he ever considered that anyone would think a child’s death would be on his hands.

Yet he walked away. As Izuku Midoriya lay there, motionless. He never responded to my pained whispers of pure and utter heartbreak. The crowd watched as my whispered cries reached nothing. They watched as the Symbol of Peace walked away from an injured victim.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to leave him, or I would’ve stayed there for hours, trying to get a response. It took all my willpower to walk home and not cry. Anything green was going to send me off into a frenzy of hyperventilating and blaming myself.

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I finally made it home. It was pure agony, but I was home. I had to face my mother when I got home. That was not going to be fun. All I had to do was put on a brave face and ignore her. Just for a day. She’d understand, right?

And then I remembered. It was Friday. It was teatime with Aunty Inko. My heart dropped and my stomach knotted. Ignoring her and going to my room was going to be impossible.

I took a deep breath and walked in. As per usual, Mom and Aunty Inko were sitting together at the dinner table, drinking tea and laughing. I shut the door behind me carefully, trying not to draw any attention to me.

“Hey Katsuki! How was school?” That was my breaking point. My knees have out from under me, and I started crying. I just fell down onto my knees. Motionless. Just staring at the floor, crying.

“What’s..happening? Why are there tears...”

By now, they both had to be incredibly worried and confused. Aunt Inko ran to go get me tissues as my mom ran to me and sat down in front of me. She didn’t say anything, she just hugged me and patted my back. Aunty Inko swiftly returned with a fresh box of tissues and sat down on the ground with us.

“Now that you’ve calmed down a bit, tell us what happened when you’re ready,” Aunt Inko spoke in such a soft tone I couldn’t take it.

“Deku...he-“ I stopped. I had to pause. Aunt Inko looked at me with a terrified expression. I stared with a sad, pitiful look right back at her.

Mom rushed over to the tv and turned on the first news channel that was available. She gasped and dropped the remote. There was no denying it, it was definitely all over the news. After all, it was a pretty big turning point in the hero society.

“After a villain attack in Musutafu, All Might successfully defeated a villain in the sludge attack. But this victory has a hefty price tag. A child, aged 14 was found at the scene, just now being identified as Izuku Midoriya. Does this mean the pros were too busy getting rid of the villain to pay any attention to civilian lives? Or is this just an unfortunate coincidence of accidents? Our condolences go out to his family. We’ll report back with any new information.”

The whole room was silent. Aunt Inko was about to cry, and Mom had to hold her hand to keep her standing up. This whole house was about to become a crying mess. Poor Aunty. Her only son was taken from her because of...me. It brought me comfort that she’d never blame me, but I didn’t think I deserved it.

Mom was about to turn off the tv, but the reporter spoke once more.

“Some new information has been found at the scene. We regret to inform that he passed instantly. He was not in any pain. But sadly, he did not have any chance of surviving.” Even the reporter looked like she was going to cry.

Wait, what? He died instantly?

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“Eh? What do they mean ‘he died instantly?’ That doesn’t make sense...” I muttered. Then what would the conversation between us mean? Maybe they just made a mistake? I mean, he went limp shortly after being thrown around. Still, would a medical professional make that kind of mistake...?

I was about to ask my mom, but seeing Aunt Inko struggling to keep herself together, I decided against it. Better to wait than accidentally be insensitive. Without knowing what else to do, I had to just lay down and sleep. Before drifting off, I heard the news reporter comment on how part of the sludge had escaped into Deku, and had no intentions of leaving.

I finally fell asleep, and a nightmare came. A nightmare that would keep repeating for who knows how damn long. This bad boy would constantly play on loop in my head. Every time I closed my eyes, I could only see that look on Deku’s face. His look of satisfaction and bruises.

It has just hit me. Earlier that day, I told him to take a swan dive off a building. And it only made me feel worse. For not being able to save him. For being unable to apologize. For taking his future and any chance at life.

“Were you there...?” Aunt Inko asked. It made me jump. She was sitting by my head, apparently. I was probably so lost in thought I didn’t notice.

“Yeah...I was with the dumbass. Almost saved his ass too.” I responded. She nodded her head slowly. She raised her hand, and I braced for a smack in the face for not trying harder. For not saving her son. Instead, I was met with a warm, loving hand on my cheek.

“Thank you for being there where I should’ve. Thank you so much, Katsuki.” She tilted my face towards hers. She really didn’t blame me. She was too sweet to mean any ill will. If nothing was gonna happen, I was gonna start crying.

“We have an updated, hopefully finalized, autopsy, and some shocking news. As stated before, the sludge had inserted a piece of itself into Izuku Midoriya’s body to possibly escape police custody. We have just now found out that Midoriya had a chance at recovery once he hit the ground. The finishing blow was not done by the sludge, but the #1 Pro Hero, All Might,” Aunt Inko gasped. She took her hand off my cheek and put it over her mouth.

“When All Might reportedly stepped in to defeat the sludge, he had created debris from surrounding buildings. These pieces had ultimately landed on Midoriya, crushing him and any chance he had at recovery. Is this another terrible coincidence? Or is this carelessness? This is Channel 27 signing out.”

Aunt Inko couldn’t bear to look at the tv. She closed her eyes, put a hand in her chest, looked down, and started crying. Mom couldn’t have turned off the tv faster. It was easier to accept that Deku was killed by a villain, someone you could easily pin the blame on. But when it was THE #1 Hero? The Symbol of Peace, All Might? That was going to be so much harder to come to terms with.

“Ah! I’m sorry Inko. I should’ve turned that off earlier,” Mom blurted.

“No, no, it’s okay. I know the truth now. The next time I see All Might, I am going to have a serious word with him!” Aunt Inko declared. I didn’t blame her. I was gonna have a serious chat with his ass with her. I was so pissed at his carelessness. The news channel was right. He should’ve been more aware of his surroundings when pulling a stunt like that.

“Hey, do you want to stay with us for a bit? To help get your mind off of things?” Mom asked her.

“Oh, I don’t want to be a burden on you guys...”

“Nonsense! I’ll go fix up the guest bedroom right now. Katsuki! Start up dinner for us, won’t you?” Mom hurried off to the guest bedroom to get her situated. I wasn’t gonna say no to Aunt Inko staying over for a bit. She might even move in if it’s too hard for her.

My mind was everywhere but the kitchen. I remember thinking that I should stop feeling bad for myself, but I couldn’t get over it. It was difficult to get him out of my head making dinner. Sometimes, I could swear I saw him in the corner of my eye.

Once everything was prepared and ready for dinner, I was going to talk to them about my conversation with Deku.

“Thank you, Mitsuki. For having me over, and taking care of me. Oh, I feel like a little child being looked after. Are you sure you’re okay with me being here?”

“Oh, I’m fine Inko! Honestly, it’s okay. I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now. I’m going to support you the best I can alright?” Aunt Inko nodded.

“Speaking of which, something really weird happened.” I finally said. Both of them looked intrigued so I continued.

“I had to watch it all happen. Him getting slammed into the ground, the debris falling onto him, it was terrible. But, I dug him out of the mess and Deku spoke to me. Told me about how I should become a hero and for this to not stop me. He asked if everyone was okay, and-“

“What?! I thought he died on the scene? What would that even mean about the autopsy?” Aunt Inko seemed really affected by it. My mom, however, just stared at me. No reaction, just staring.

“I think it’s time I told you about your grandma.” She sighed. My grandma? She was an old hag when I was born. She passed before I got to know her. Shame really.

“Her quirk wasn’t genetic or biological. Neither of her parents had her quirk. It was called Psychic’s Eye. She could communicate with dead people and they’d help her. It kept her out of danger. I wonder if you inherited it from her somehow, it would explain how you were able to talk to Izuku...” She shook her head. “Who knows? You gotta activate it, brat. But once you do that it won’t turn off.”

“How the hell am I supposed to activate it? And what do you mean, it won’t turn off?” I yelled.

“How am I supposed to know? That’s what your grandma said! It just “never turned off” you could only filter them out if...something bad...happened..that day...” she trailed off. “You don’t think you activated it when Izuku got crushed, do you?”

I stood up and looked around the room, and there he was. My knees buckled and I dropped.

Izuku, sitting on the couch, smiling.

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I was only trying to help...how did things end up like this? My memory isn’t doing so great, if only I could remember...

Right! I was making my way down from the top of a building after All Might told me to give up on my dream. That very same day, Kacchan told me to take a swan dive off a skyscraper because I was quirkless. It took so much willpower to not take a leap off that rooftop. 

I was walking back home with my hopes and dreams crushed by the two people I looked up to most. Kacchan did it on a daily basis, and sure, being told to kill myself wasn’t too out of character, but it still hurt a bit. 

I noticed a big crowd gathering, all worried. ‘Was the fight going on from this morning?’ I remember thinking. I neared the crowd and saw explosions. Familiar ones too... 

I joined the crowd and tried to squeeze my way through to see. Then, I saw the sludge villain from earlier. With Kacchan under its control. Time seemed to slow down, as I stared in fear at the situation. Everything around him was on fire, and the heroes were desperately trying to put it out. Others were trying to help rescue Kacchan, but they were all being swatted away. 

They were waiting for All Might. But he said that he used up too much of his power, and he must’ve dropped the bottle with me on him. It had to be my fault, right? They lost the bottle because of me. It was all on me. 

I shot my head back up to try to analyze the situation, but it wouldn’t take a genius to understand. The heroes were too dependent on All Might, and they weren’t making much of an effort to help Kacchan. Saying ‘they needed a person with the right quirk’ was fancy terms they needed All Might, like usual.

My body moved on its own. I started barreling down the street after Kacchan. There were pros shouting at me, saying how dangerous it was, and how careless I was being. I knew full well that I couldn’t do anything, but I couldn’t let Kacchan get any further injuries from this thing. I didn’t want to watch the pros wait for a hero that wasn’t gonna come. 

I threw my backpack at the sludge and managed to hit its eye. It released its grip on Kacchan for a moment, and he could breathe again. It’s amazing he was able to last that long, it was suffocating when it trapped me. 

“KACCHAN!” I shouted out to him. 

“What the hell? Why are you even here, Deku?!”

“I don’t even know! My legs! They just- started moving on their own!” I started clawing at the sludge. It wasn’t doing much, but it was all I could manage. 

“Kacchan, I knew I couldn’t just stand there and watch you die!”

My mind was going a million miles an hour. The sludge made a move at me and must’ve loosened its grip since Kacchan reached his arm out to me. I grabbed onto it and pull him out while nearly getting hit. It was all he needed. He made an explosion to throw it off guard and used another few explosions to try and get the both of us away from the sludge. 

It worked for only a second, because I felt a cold tentacle wrap around my ankle, and slammed me into the cement. The pain was excruciating. Every bone in my body was screaming in pain, screaming for it to stop. I tried to look at Kacchan for comfort, but my pain quickly subsided. 

I passed out, and since I’m assuming that’s when-

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“Oi! Can you stop your mumbling, Deku?” I asked, “I don’t want to relive you dying, let alone you talking about it so nonchalantly.” 

“Man, I didn’t think you’d be so concerned about the likes of me, Kacchan. You were even crying!” He giggled. 

“I am just fine, thank you! I wasn’t concerned about you I just- Hey, quit your dumbass smiling!” I shouted. I took a swing at Deku, and he flinched. Although there was no reason for him to since my fist went straight through him. Still felt weird as hell though. 

“Ah, sorry. It’s been a rough day for you, huh? I’ll let you rest.” He sighed. He definitely tried to put his hand on my shoulder, because I felt his hand go through it. 

“Okay, okay, don’t do that. That feels weird as shit. Plus, I don’t think I’ll sleep that well,” I scoffed. Deku looked uncomfortable, fidgeting with his hands and looking at the ground. That’s when I noticed how different he looked. 

His hair wasn’t a dark green anymore, it was a light teal, along with the rest of his clothes. His skin was incredibly pale. Not white or a sickly pale, but more of a ghostly pale, no pun intended. 

Looking at him like this, really meant he was gone. I was the only one who was able to see him again. I had to bury my hands in my face to keep myself from falling asleep. 

I don’t know if it was Deku or me, but something had led me to lay down and fall asleep. That sleep was one of the worst I’ve ever had. It might even stay like that. 

My dream was very simple, which made it awful. It was Deku’s dead body walking around, laughing. There was no malicious intent behind it, but it was still unsettling. A bruised, bloodied corpse. Circling me for god knows how long. The longer I listened to his laughter, the more on edge I felt. The space I was in could best be described as the back of your eyelids with a soft light in front of them. For what felt like forever, I felt more and more uncomfortable, until it lunged at me and tried to tackle me. As soon as it made contact with me, I shot straight out of bed. 

I woke to the sight of my mom, looking concerned.

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 Ghost Deku !!!!

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“What? Why are you looking at me like that, hag?” I asked. 

“You slept for like, 15 hours. And you were tossing and turning the whole time. You okay brat?”

“I’m just fine, thank you. Just a restless sleep, that’s all. Nothing to worry about.”

“Okay then. Inko is devastated right now. I know you must be too. I’m probably gonna spend some time with her, and I’d like for you to come,” she said as she was getting her things ready to go. 

“Nah, I have to practice for the UA entrance exam. Can’t have my feelings holding me back. It should take my mind off of things for a bit, yeah?” I laughed. 

“Fine. But one of these days I want you to talk to Inko and translate what Izuku says to her. So she can talk to her son again,” she sighed, “Alright then. I’m headed out. Bye, Katsuki. Give me a call if you change your mind and wanna drop by, okay?”

“Okay, okay! I’ll drop by if I have any time.”

“Speaking of which, how are you gonna train for the UA entrance exam? There’s obviously going to be a written part which I’m sure you’ll have no trouble with, but what about quirk training? Any ideas about what you’re gonna have to fight? I could head over there and check to see what they’re doing, if you want!” Deku started mumbling. 

“Stop your mumbling, nerd. And no, do not go over there and tell me what UA wants to pull. I have to be able to adapt quickly and make a plan in danger. It’s an unfair advantage to know what they’re gonna do. I know I’m already getting in, so there’s no use cheating.” I rubbed my cheek to wake up. 

“Wow, and you tell me my mumbling is annoying!” Deku laughed. 

“You’re just rubbing off on me. I don’t want that happening to me. Although, I do have to work on my hero costume design too. But...” I sighed, “I can’t really practice with my quirk. It’s dangerous, plus people are probably still a bit shocked from the sludge.” 

I paused and looked at him. How could he look so happy? He got killed because of me. Any will I had to get up and study for UA entrance exams vaporized instantly. What was wrong with me? I’m supposed to be strong, but here I am, feeling sorry for myself. Moping around like some zombie. 

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay? You’re very obviously not holding up so well...”. Deku trailed off. 

“I already said I’m just fine! I just need a minute to get up!” I yelled. I finally got a good look at Deku. “Are you wearing a t-shirt that says ‘pants?’ How did you even change clothes?” He shrugged. I just shook my head and laughed at him. 

“Hey, can you pick shit up, or does your skin phase through it?” I asked. 

“Not sure, let me check,” He walked up to me and stuck his hand out, and it phased through my chest. 

“That felt weird as hell, never pull that again.” It was like I was falling through the sky, and it made me want to puke. 

“Why ask that? Is there something you want me to do?” He thought out loud. I got up and walked past him to look at my posters.

“I was just thinking of taking down my plethora of All Might merchandise.” I responded. Uh oh. Poor choice of words. I turned around to look at Deku again.

“W-what? Why would you take that down?! H-he’s the #1 Pro Hero! The Symbol of Peace! I-I don’t- why would you do that? He saved you from the sludge!” He stuttered. 

“No, I was going to take it down so Aunt Inko wouldn’t have to look at it and be reminded of you,” Even after All Might got him killed, he’s still his biggest fanboy? That’s some dedication. 

“Kacchan, you’re lying! She’d be reminded of me no matter what she saw! Is there something I don’t know?”

he started to yell and walked towards me, pointing a finger accusingly. I had never seen Deku this angry and it was legitimately terrifying.

“He saved your life! Why would you respond in taking his stuff down? How could you do that?! It’s illogical!” He was getting...defensive? I tried to search for the right words, but how could I convince someone to give up liking All Might? 

He tried to put his finger on my chest, but it didn’t phase through. What instead happened was 10 times worse than him phasing his hand through me.

I lost my touch. I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t move, couldn’t talk, just seeing and hearing. My hands went to my head. Wait, no. It wasn’t me. I didn’t do that. Did I? No, I didn’t feel anything. But I knew my face was being touched. But how? What happened? Where did Deku go? 

I tried to move my head to look around, but I ended up walking around my room. It was like I was watching a movie but in first person. Nothing I tried would influence any kind of decisions. I tried to yell out to Deku, but my voice was gone.

“Kacchan? Where are you? You aren’t just going to leave mid-argument!” Something said in my voice. Wait...Kacchan? Was Deku possessing me? He gasped. 

“Am I Kacchan?” He asked. Yep. It’s definitely Deku possessing me. He looked down at my hands and then walked to the other side of my room. We both stared into the mirror as we both saw ourselves. 

“A-ah, how did- wait, how do I stop? How do I give him back? How do I go back?” He started freaking out. He had my hands move, one grabbing my hair and the other grabbing my shirt. He fell over looking at himself in the mirror, with a shocked expression on his face. 

“I-I didn’t mean for that to happen! T-this isn’t funny anymore, Kacchan! C-come back!” He sounded like a scared little child. Was this another part of my quirk that I had no time to understand or come to terms with? Or was it something Deku could do now that he was a ghost?

I couldn’t hear any of his thoughts, so I assumed he couldn’t hear mine. Again and again, I tried to move, but nothing. Deku kept rambling in circles about how he was sorry, and how it was just an accident and he didn’t mean anything by it. 

After a few minutes of that, I could feel my left hand again. Then, a bit off my left arm. I thought this had been good progress, but apparently, it was a setback. It was enough to send Deku into yet another spiral, but this time it was him freaking out over not feeling my arm. 

I had to think of something, and fast, because I don’t know how much longer I could take his constant apologizing. I moved my arm to my head and ruffled my hair. It shut off Deku mid-sentence, and it must’ve startled him. It calmed him down, but a little too much, since he put my hand over my mouth and started crying. 

“I forgot my wallet! How are your studies going?” SHIT. Mom was home! Deku had better get it together because I was not going to be seen like this. 

And then, of course, she came into my room.

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