Requested by: DamnFuckenStraight
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[Dead doesn't mean gone.]

When people die we usually think they're gone. Gone, forever. But that isn't necessarily true. Dead doesn't mean gone. Dead means invisible. Take me for example. I can see dead people. Only at midnight though. It's my quirk. My mom says I'm cursed with such a quirk, but I feel grateful for my quirk of seeing dead people. Dead people aren't all that scary once you get to know them. Like Mr. Jones, the dead guy that lives in my friend's house. He's my friend. Whenever I go to my friend's house I talk to him and she thinks I'm crazy for talking to the "wall". But she knows about my quirk so she should know that I'm talking to a ghost, not her wall. Or, maybe she just doesn't want to accept the fact that there's a ghost living in her house.

I tossed in my bed and forced my mind to count sheep. Nothing was working. I couldn't fall asleep.

"Aw, shit..." I thought and sat up, "No sleep for me tonight, I guess."

I look around and decide to go on a walk. I throw on my hoodie and some sandals. 

As I walk, I nod at all the dead people that walk past me. The only way to tell the difference between someone that's dead and not is that dead people have a blue hue that always seems to surround them. I walk to the nearest conviencece store and open the door. Luckily, most convience stores are open 24 hours.

A guy with a hand on his face and crusty ass lips is grabbing some soda. I walk next to him and look for strawberry milk.

"H-Hi!" I say, trying to make small talk.

He doesn't respond, but gives me a small nod.

"Sooo, what's you're quirk?" I ask.

He shrugs and looks me in the eye, "What's yours?"

"I can see dead people." I respond.

"Intresting, I guess." He says tiredly.

I laugh and grab my strawberry milk from it sitting place.

"Oh, I can pay for that, if you want." The guy beams.

"No, you don't have to." I answer.

"I insist."

We walk up to the register and he pays for us. We decide to sit on the bench just outside and talk as I drink my strawberry milk and he drinks his soda.

"What's you're name?" I ask and take a sip.

"Shigaraki, but Shigi is fine too." He answers.

"I'm Y/n." I answer.

"Just Y/n?" He asks.

"Yeah, I don't really like my last name." I smile, "What time is it?"

Shigaraki checks his watch and replies. "11:55."

"Almost midnight." I say and stare at the moon.

It becomes silent.

"The moon is pretty." I say, trying to fill the silence.

"Yeah." He smiles.

I nod at the dead person walking past us.

"So, what's it like to see dead people?" Shiggi asks.

"Nothing really. I guess, it's nice to talk to them and I can sometimes sum certain dead people. Like if I wanted to see my diseased grandma." I repond and take another sip of strawberry milk.

Shigaraki grabs my hand and asks, "Do you think you can summon a close friend of mine?"

"I-I guess???" I shrug, "Just tell me their name."

"Midnight."

I gather all my strength and close my eyes. I think the name "Midnight" and think of the connection he has to Shigaraki. When I open my eyes, a black cat is standing in front of me. He definently was dead as he had a blue hue surround him.

"Is he here?" Shiggi asks.

"I-I think so?" I say and wave at the black cat.

"Is there anyway you can make me see him?"

"Yes, but you'd have to hold my hand." I repond.

He grabs my hand and I close my eyes, letting him see his friend.

Shiggi says he's done and I open back my eyes, that cat was gone.

"Thank you!" Shigaraki says and leans in, kissing me on the cheek.

"What time is it?" I ask as a blush forms on my cheek when he pulls away.

"Midnight..." Shiggi says and gives me a smile.

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Idk, some cuteness ig.