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CW: Blood & Injury, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst, Major Character Injury, Temporary Character Death, Hurt/Comfort

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Chapter Summary:

Who ya gonna call?

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"Open up, Shi-Shi!" Kaminari urged, holding up a spoonful of apple sauce.

She shook her head stubbornly.

"Don't do this to me, man," he whined, pouting. "Bakubro finally trusted me to babysit you alone, and I'm not gonna mess this up. Please open up?"

She frowned, turning her face away as the spoon approached.

"C'mon, Shi-chan," Izuku said softly, standing behind his friend.

"No!" She complained. "Don't want!"

"Aah," Kaminari muttered, dejectedly putting the spoon back into the tiny bowl, but then perking up. "Oh, but what if... No, no, I shouldn't... Should I...? Would it be unethical to use my dead friend's name to get her to do something for me...? It probably would be, right?"

He paused, glancing around the empty flat. Shi kicked her legs in the high-chair, burbling to herself. Izuku gave a bemused grin as Kaminari returned his attention to her, his expression turning determined.

"Sorry if this is, uh, disrespectful, man. Please don't haunt me," he said with a nervous smile, then raised the spoon again. "Hey, Shi-Shi... Deku would eat his apple sauce."

Shi stared contemplatively at the approaching utensil. Her gaze flitted above Kaminari's head to where Izuku was, and he gave an encouraging nod, miming biting down. She hesitated for a moment longer, then opened her mouth and finally ate the apple sauce.

"Whoa, bro," Kaminari whispered, uneasily looking behind him and scanning the area, clearly having noticed her brief change of focus. "This is... weird."

"Give Deku appl' sauc'!" Shi insisted, pushing the spoon away and staring intently at the ghostly hero.

Kaminari sniffled, pulling an ugly face as he tried to hold back the tears whilst obligingly scooping up more apple sauce. He twisted in his seat and raised the spoon, completely missing Izuku's face and instead plunging it into his chest until Izuku dipped down to meet it, but it was the thought that counted. Izuku pretended to eat it, then stood back up as Kaminari took the spoon back and instead offered it to the girl again.

"Th-There, Deku had some apple sauce – you'd better have eaten it, man, or I'll look like an idiot in front of Shi-Shi – so now it's time for you to have the rest, okay? Sound good?" He asked hopefully.

She nodded in agreement, and Kaminari cheered.

*

"Okay, Shi, it's nap time," Kirishima told her, scooping her into his arms.

She instantly started to wriggle and squirm, nearly sliding out of his grip and he had to frantically keep replacing his arms to keep her from falling. A tiny hand slapped him in the face, trying to push him away, and he just accepted it to focus on preventing her hitting the floor. There was a high-pitched scream building in her throat and both Izuku and Kirishima panicked.

"U-Uh, bro- girl-bro? Sis? No, that's weird- Shi, it's okay, shh, nap time is super manly!" He enthused, bouncing her slightly as she bitterly sank into his arms. "Don't you wanna take a nap? Naps are really good!"

"No! Don' wan'!" She yelled, kicking her foot violently against his bicep.

"Okay, okay, shh, it's okay," he soothed in a nervous voice, slowly spinning them in place. "Let's calm down first, okay? Okay. Yeah. Calm is nice. Let's both be very calm and relaxed."

"Isn't Kirishima-kun the nicest, Shi-chan?" Izuku commented in the softest tone he could manage – which was very soft, actually. "He's doing his best. I think he's very good at looking after you, isn't he?"

Shi paused and blinked at him with her big eyes, then reached out towards him. He laughed quietly, letting her try to clasp her fingers around his thumb, without much success – but she was used to that, now. Kirishima made a weird noise, and Izuku looked up to see his whole face screwed up like he'd eaten a lemon.

"S-So, Denki told me about his experiences babysitting," Kirishima started when he'd regained his composure, "but, uh, I wasn't sure if he was telling the truth, or just letting himself get carried away with the idea of... well, you know."

Izuku gently brushed his knuckles against Shi's cheek as he observed his friend in silence. Shi giggled and nuzzled into his touch, no trace of her earlier frustration at being told it was nap time. Kirishima stared down at her, a muscle in his jaw twitching before he swallowed and let out a shaky breath.

"And I guess, um... I guess he had a point?" He continued, crimson eyes darting over the area in front of him, unseeing. "We might be totally wrong, and maybe I'm talking to the air, but... If you are here, bro..." He gently grasped the girl's tiny sides and lifted her up as he dipped his head. "Please, help me out! I'm no good with kids! When they cry, I cry! I can't be harsh, because they look so sad, but I can't just let her get away with whatever she wants, right?! That's not good parenting!"

Izuku felt bad for laughing, but his friend's expression was just too funny. Shi lit up at the sound, letting out her own giggles and making grabby-hands towards his curly hair. Kirishima peeked up at her, slowly lowering his arms and watching as she continued to reach towards the phantom hero's face. The man blinked aggressively, shook his head, and firmly stared at where she was reaching, consequently managing to stare directly into Izuku's eyes, and for a moment, he felt seen.

"Damn. Nevermind me and Denki... You're clearly her favourite uncle," Kirishima muttered, bringing the girl back to his chest, and she held onto him. "Okay, ready for nap time?"

And she screamed. Kirishima winced, leaning his head away and automatically hardening his ear. Any traces of peace vanished as she beat her tiny fists against his shoulder.

"Deku, Deku!" She wailed, twisting around.

"Easy, easy!" Kirishima yelped.

"Hey, Shi-chan. It's okay!" Izuku said hastily, padding behind his friend and causing her to lean towards him, instead of the other way; he mimed an exaggerated yawn, causing her to yawn as well. "I'm super sleepy too, so how about we have nap time together? Does that sound good?"

"Deku," she whined softly, pouting towards him.

Kirishima turned around, keeping an eye on the exchange. "You good, Shi?"

"Nap!" She complained, stretching towards the ghostly figure until he hastily stepped closer. "Nap wi' Deku!"

"Okay. Yeah. Nap with Deku. Alright." Kirishima looked slightly pale, but he was smiling in relief when she didn't shriek anymore as they approached the bedroom.

He carefully put her down in the cot, pulling the blankets over her and tucking the worn All Might plushie into her little hand. She wiggled and made discontented noises until Izuku phased through the cot and did his best to lay down beside her, curling up in what would've been a very uncomfortable position if he was alive. The girl gave a happy burble, rolling towards him and tucking herself under his chin, and he did his best to rest his arm over her. In only a few seconds, her breathing had evened out, and she was fast asleep.

Kirishima stared down at her, eyes wide in surprise. Then, he sagged in relief, silently crumpling into a sitting position next to the cot and leaning back against it tiredly.

"I think it's nap time for Uncle Ei, too," he murmured with an exhausted sigh.

*

Uraraka dried her hands on a towel and left the kitchen, padding back into the living room where Shi was playing. She had tracks set up in a simple loop and was guiding wooden trains along them, but occasionally deciding they were off-road vehicles and ploughing them across the carpet, often using Izuku as part of the environment. He hastily rose onto his knees and glanced down as a train shot between his legs, and he couldn't help the wince at the thought of it hitting him where it hurt – even if it would've just phased through him, the memories of pain were enough to make him react. Shi paused, then reached through his torso to retrieve the train, and settled back on her haunches to look up at him.

"Sorry, Deku," she apologised with a sad expression.

"I-It's okay," he assured with a laugh. "How about you show Auntie Ocha your train, huh?"

Shi nodded, turning her attention to the woman, but her face suddenly fell again and she pointed. "Auntie 'Cha sad!"

Izuku whipped around. Uraraka had collapsed onto the sofa, her hand over her mouth and a flood of tears spilling down her face. Shi crawled over to her, putting her forearms onto the cushions and managing to scramble up. She sat next to the woman and offered the train worriedly.

"Wrong? 'kay?" Shi asked, placing her tiny hand on the hero's thigh as she leaned over.

"Sorry," Uraraka choked out, furiously rubbing at her face with a sleeve. "I'm okay, I'm okay."

"Sad," she insisted, then turned to gaze imploringly at the man. "Deku, help!"

It only made his friend dissolve into a fresh wave of sobs, and she hunched over, shaking her head and gasping in breaths. Izuku dropped to his knees in front of her, his own eyes welling up and his heart breaking, wishing he could just help her.

"Deku sad..." Shi trailed off, worriedly glancing between them

"I-I'm sorry, Deku-kun, I'm sorry," she sobbed, letting out a pitiful laugh. "I know, you told me to smile, but I just- it's really hard, I'm sorry. It's stupid, and I- ugh, sorry... Thank Momo I started wearing waterproof make-up, right? Else I'd look a total mess..."

"You wouldn't," Izuku murmured, ghosting his palm over her knee. "You don't have to apologise, it's okay, Ochako-san..."

"I should be happy, shouldn't I?" She wondered aloud, leaning back against the sofa and tilting her face towards the ceiling. "I mean, if you really are here as a ghost or something, then that's a good thing, isn't it? You're still here, and you're still looking out for us." She absentmindedly took the wooden train and pulled Shi into a hug. "But I just feel so... All the guilt and grief comes back up, and it hurts. And stuff about ghosts says they have unfinished business, and I don't want you to feel obligated to stick around, just for us. We'll be fine, I swear – what if you miss your chance to move onto whatever afterlife there might be?"

"I want to stay, though," he responded with a frown. "I don't even know if there is a possibility to move on, really. I don't mind."

"And then there's the issue of everyone else," she continued, taking a tissue from her pocket to wipe her nose. "Do we tell them? They have a right to know, I think. Especially your mum, and All Might-san... but what if we're wrong, and it's not even you? What if Shi-chan just heard your name mentioned and decided to use it? A-And what if all those weird occurrences were just that, and not you?"

Izuku glanced at the floor, troubled. He had visited his mum and everyone a few times, but since Shi came into the picture, he'd been sticking around Kacchan the most, not daring to leave in case there were problems with Shi.

"Ugh... We've barely even graduated, this is too much... Even dead you're causing trouble, Deku-kun," she laughed, sniffing and delicately drying her eyes.

"S-Sorry!" He cried.

"Well... It's selfish, but... I am glad you're here – if you are," she admitted softly, glancing down at the girl and squeezing her affectionately. "I think it's good for Shi-chan, too. She loves you so much... We all do, Deku-kun."

*

"Come in, come in!" Kaminari's voice came from the front door.

Izuku's head perked up. He had been wondering where everyone had gone after Uraraka had left with Shi, despite Kacchan being very nervous about the idea. None of his friends were on patrol, and he had already been out to protect a few civilians in other villain attacks.

"Don't fuckin' touch anything," Kacchan snapped.

"Ignore him! Do what you need to do!" Kirishima assured with a smile in his tone.

Izuku emerged from the darkened bedroom to see the three of them standing in the living room with a fourth figure he didn't recognise. She had raven-dark hair pulled back into twin buns, and the short hairs framing her face were curled neatly. A red headband kept any loose hairs from falling over her forehead. Glittery earrings swung as she stepped delicately, glancing around with heavy-lidded blue eyes and a far-away air.

"Sense anything?" Kaminari inquired in an eager whisper.

Her expression didn't change, remaining distant and slightly pinched. She took a few steps deeper into the flat, moving in total silence as her gaze roamed over everything. Izuku shifted out of her path, but their arms still phased through one another uncomfortably. Kacchan twitched uneasily as she wandered around like she owned the place, picking up mirrors and running taps, brushing her fingers over surfaces and pausing to listen.

Eventually, she walked back to the group, and the distant look faded. Her whole body straightened up and she appeared a lot more alert, as if she had been moving around in a trance the entire time. Kaminari and Kirishima stared at her hopefully. She shook her head, and they wilted.

"There is nothing here. Your apartment is not haunted," the stranger told them in accented Japanese.

"A-Are... Are you sure?" Kaminari asked hesitantly.

"I have told you my Quirk. I sense things and people in between realms. It has not failed me before, and it is not failing me now," she stated firmly. "There is nothing of note here."

"B-But isn't is possible there are things beyond what you can sense?" Kirishima suggested.

She blinked, moving her gaze in a way that looked as if she was staring through them. "...perhaps. The truth remains that I cannot sense anything here."

Kacchan gritted his teeth, crossed arms flexing as he leaned forwards, bristling with irritation. "Fuckin' fraud. This was a waste of money, Dunce-Face."

"Kacchan," Izuku scolded in exasperation. "Everyone's Quirks have their limits, and she's doing her best!"

"I apologise that I am not of any help to clarify your situation," she merely said, folding her hands over her abdomen and giving a dip of her head. "I hope you find the answers you seek."

"Y-Yeah, thanks..." Kirishima sighed, then forcefully brightened. "I'll walk you out!"

The remaining pair stood in silence for a moment, wholly unaware of the third figure in the room that the stranger had been unable to sense. Kaminari was rubbing at his arm, staring at the ground and looking so defeated he might cry. Kacchan was clutching at his biceps, expression forcefully schooled into a scowl, but he couldn't hide his disappointment from his childhood friend.

"Oh, Kacchan..." Izuku murmured, ghosting his hand over his friend's squared shoulder.

"Well, nevermind! I've got another idea!" Kaminari exclaimed, hurrying back to the door and picking something up, then rushing back.

"A ouija board," Kacchan said flatly. "Those things are bullshit, y'know that, right?"

"But what if they're not?" He shot back with a glint in his eyes, already setting the board on the floor at their feet and sitting down. "C'mon! Give it a try, man! What do we have to lose?"

Izuku crouched down beside him, eyeing up the board. He'd always been too nervous to touch one when he was alive after hearing one too many horror stories about demons and other freaky things happening to people, and he wasn't keen on inviting any more stress into his life.

"He's probably not even here," Kacchan sighed, but sat down opposite. "The kid can see him, so he probably spends all his time around her."

"Ah... Maybe that's why she didn't sense anything..." Kaminari shrugged, placing the planchette in the centre of the board. "Maybe we should hire her again, but with Shi-Shi around?"

Izuku reached out, focused, and smacked the planchette. It didn't slide, but instead tumbled clumsily onto the 'NO' section, and he winced at how difficult that had been. Kaminari and Kacchan went very still.

"Uh. I... I thought we were supposed to, like... open a portal to the other dimension and invite spirits in with some words and stuff... And hold hands in a circle..." Kaminari mumbled nervously, scooting a little away from the planchette. "B-But... That definitely didn't look like a hoax, right? Neither of us were even touching it... There's no way it didn't move without an outside force."

Kacchan was silent, hands tensing over his knees and not looking away from the planchette.

"But he – or um, whoever – said no. What did I say, again...?"

Finally, Kacchan cracked a small smile. "You wanted t' rehire that fraud."

"Oh... Oh!" Kaminari perked up, edging back into his original spot, and hesitantly moving the planchette to the centre. "Uh, Midoriya – or, wait, are you Midoriya?"

Neither of them bothered placing their hands onto the planchette, instead staring intently. Izuku did his best to grab it again, but his hands just kept phasing through it. He glowered and folded himself down to floor-height, squinting at the planchette and working out a battle plan.

Kaminari shifted impatiently. Kacchan hunched lower.

Damn it. Izuku flicked his fingers, pouting when it merely wobbled. He batted at it again, jostling it the tiniest bit closer to 'YES.' It was taking far too much energy and effort just to get it to shift even slightly. When Shi was around, and no-one else was watching, it was so much easier to move things. Maybe the girl was some kind of conduit between realms, and it was an early sign of her Quirk, whatever that would turn out to be?

"Are you... having trouble?" Kaminari spoke up awkwardly, glancing around the room.

"If they're havin' trouble answering, why would you ask another question, dumbass?" Kacchan retorted sharply, huffing through his nose and straightening his back to slouch backwards instead. "Shake th' planchette if you're havin' trouble movin' it."

Izuku did his best, and it wiggled minutely, leaving him feeling exhausted.

"So that's a yes, right?" Kaminari asked rhetorically. "Okay, mm... Shake the planchette if it's you, Midoriya."

It wouldn't budge. Izuku groaned, slumping against the floor and blinking away the tears in his eyes.

"Maybe we should do this normally," he suggested, placing his fingers on the planchette, and Kacchan reluctantly did the same. "Okay, try again."

Now it wouldn't move at all. The only times he was able to move things with people watching was when he was filled with the desperation to save. Perhaps if he tried to convince himself it was a desperate situation...?

He got back to his feet, backing up a few steps and estimating his shot, then dashing forwards and swinging a leg towards the planchette. His foot connected hard, sending the little object skidding across the board, over the floor, and slamming into a kitchen cupboard with an audible bang that had all three of them flinching. Izuku fell backwards, nearly slipping through into the flat below before he managed to catch himself and remain in a startled crouch.

"M-Maybe that was a very enthusiastic yes...?" Kaminari squeaked, sitting with his knees to his chest. "We can... Yeah, we can work with this. Who needs a board when you can have the entire flat, right?"

"Do not break anythin', fucker," Kacchan snarled, glaring accusingly at the planchette before twisting to look at the direction it had been hit from. "This better not be a fuckin' demon y'just let loose in my flat, Dunce-Face."

Kaminari paled at the realisation. "Oh, no – could it be a demon? I don't mess with those, man! Give me a villain over a demon any day!"

Izuku couldn't even touch the planchette anymore. He stood back up, surveying the room and lighting up when he saw the remote sat on the sofa cushions. Whilst his friends weren't looking over, he managed to press the power button and turn on the TV, consequently startling both of them, but he persisted. It was on the news channel, reporting something about a villain – oh, the villain who murdered him, in fact – and although that piqued his interest since he hadn't heard much about that investigation, he focused on the task at hand. There was a biographical documentary on All Might that Kacchan had recorded recently. Izuku poked at the remote until he managed to bring up the list of recorded programmes, then scrolled down to the correct one, pausing to look over at them.

Kacchan was on his feet, and Kaminari seemed frozen in the middle of scrambling up. Both of them gazed at the screen with wide eyes and pale faces. The light of the TV cast over their features, making them look even more spooked.

"Deku...?" Kacchan murmured, as if speaking any louder would break the spell.

Izuku beamed, pressing play. The bold words of the title spread across the screen.

I AM HERE, it proclaimed.

"All Might? Is All Might dead? Someone check the news!" Kaminari exclaimed in a panic, stumbling to his feet and incidentally getting into Kacchan's range as the volatile man smacked him on the back of the head.

"We can't tell anyone but Round-Face and Shitty-Hair," Kacchan said abruptly, padding closer and glancing between the innocuous remote and the TV.

"Huh? Why, man?"

"What if this isn't even Deku?" He responded, scowling. "I'm willin' to believe someone is here. I'm willin' to believe Deku is here. But we don't know."

"Ah, I guess..."

"And won't it be shitty if we tell the world, only to find out it was some asshole pranking us?" He sighed through his teeth, aggression seeping from his posture as he trudged over and turned off the TV. "We have to... be patient. Find out more."

Kaminari's expression grew firm and he nodded. "Alright. That's a good plan."

And if Izuku was happily crying, well... no-one was around to see it.

*

"Ground Zero!" Kirishima exclaimed, sprinting towards his friend with a grin.

Villains in his path were bowled over with ease. One stupidly tried to hit him with a baseball bat, but only succeeded in making it bounce off his hardened skin and knock themselves out. Kacchan blasted another villain aside, keeping one eye on his friend's approach whilst holding the crowd of low-level villains back. He reached out and grabbed at Kirishima's costume, then tilted onto one foot and threw out his other hand, using explosions to spin them in dizzying circles. The villains who didn't move fast enough were slammed into, and the remaining ones scrambled back, staring in fear at the whirlwind of smoke and sparks and sharp skin. Without even needing to pause, Kacchan released his friend, sending him shooting through the air like a bullet and crashing into the group of remaining villains, knocking them all to the ground.

One of them had a kind of telekinesis Quirk, and heaved a great section of a close wall towards them. Kirishima was busy knocking the villains out, and Kacchan couldn't move fast enough without revealing One for All. The rubble was going to barrel through a crowd of civilians.

Izuku dashed in from the sidelines, puffing his chest with not-air and leaping up. He tackled the debris, slamming into it with a wince and managing to use his weight to counteract the Quirk's effects. It tumbled to the pavement, gravity returned to normal, and he got to his feet, sharply scanning the environment for any more threats. The civilians had turned at the loud noise, and were all chattering nervously at the realisation of what could've happened.

Kacchan was staring in shock. He was uncharacteristically frozen in place, crimson gaze locked onto the limp pile of bricks that had clearly moved unnaturally. Then, he cracked a feral grin that shrank into something a little softer, his eyes subtly squinting in genuine happiness.

"Thanks, Deku," he murmured under his breath, and Izuku burst into tears.

*

Chains locked around Uraraka's forearms before she could Quirk a piece of debris off a civilian. She whipped around with a fearsome glare at the villain who had stopped her, then wrapped her hands in the chains and gave a great tug, yanking the villain towards her and slamming her knee into their face. They slumped to the ground and Uraraka snapped the chains taught between her fists as she turned her fierce grin onto the other two villains lurking on the sidelines.

Izuku crouched down next to the civilian. The rubble had fallen in such a way that it wasn't crushing them, but had instead trapped them in a small compartment. He glanced around and darted through objects to check the structural integrity, keeping an ear on the slaughter and unable to stop himself from chuckling with pride at how ruthless his best friend was.

People often underestimated her because she looked far too sweet to be a threat – and that would often be the last mistake they ever made.

Izuku carefully wrapped his fingers around one of the edges, giving a final, cursory check, then heaving up the debris in one swift movement. Uraraka jolted around to look at the noise, just in time to see it tip over and crash down on the other side with a small puff of dust. She stomped on the last conscious villain and floated herself over, setting down her feet and releasing her Quirk to lean down and offer a hand for the civilian to pull themselves up with. A medic hero hurried over and took the weightless civilian back to an ambulance, but Uraraka remained in place, staring at the moved chunk of debris.

"No-one here is strong enough to have lifted that," she whispered, unwinding the chains and letting them clatter to the ground. "The civilian definitely couldn't have..."

She padded closer, crouching down and running her fingertips over the ragged edge. Izuku stood at her side, watching as a myriad of emotions crossed her face. Uraraka rubbed a tear from her cheek with a hand, accidentally smearing blood over her skin.

"Katsuki-kun mentioned... an incident like this happening to him. And Denki-kun pointed out all those articles and reports in the wake of... Deku-kun's death... There were lots of instances were people should've been hurt, but things miraculously moved just in time," she muttered to herself. "And after that ouija board thing... Oh, Deku-kun," she breathed, brown eyes welling up with tears. "You really are still looking out for everyone, aren't you? Thank you, Deku-kun... Thank you so much."

*

Kaminari folded backwards underneath a metal marble, aiming his support gear and shooting an electrified disc at a villain trying to sneak behind him towards Jirou, then putting down his palms and flipping over into a crouch. He swept his boot over the ground to widen his stance, grabbing the shield from the unconscious villain just behind him and blocking another barrage of marbles that clanged violently upon impact.

"Hurry up, Chargebolt!" Jirou barked, protecting some children from the stray marbles and wincing with each hit.

"Ah, I'm tryin' my best, Soundwave!" Kaminari whined.

"Do better!" She groaned, flicking another projectile away from her face with an earphone jack.

"Ugh, fine!" He complained, only for the beaten shield to crack under a particularly brutal onslaught.

His golden gaze darted around frantically. There was nothing else in his vicinity to use as a shield. He'd end up with a whole lot more bruises at best if he just went at the villain, and at worst, he'd be knocked out, leaving Jirou to protect the civilians alone until back-up arrived.

Izuku scanned the area, spotting a metal dustbin set in front of one of the houses. He hurried over to it, turning around as he moved to keep an eye on his friends. The villain was walking closer with taunting slowness, continuing to spray metal marbles from their fingertips and forcing Kaminari to cower lower and lower as the shield grew more and more frail. Izuku assessed the dustbin for a precious second, then flipped up the lid and whipped around with a swift kick to send it shooting through the air.

Both hero and villain snapped around at the loud rattling. Kaminari grinned, snatching the lid out of the air just as his shield fell apart. The metal marbles continued to pound like hail on an iron roof, making dents in the lid as he pushed against the force, rising back up. He suddenly surged forwards, using his bodyweight against the villain and taking them both to the ground in a glitter of golden electricity.

Kaminari picked himself up cautiously, but relaxed when he saw his opponent was unconscious in the road. He gently tossed the dustbin lid into the air and caught it again, gaze flitting over to where it had been sent from. Izuku leant against the wall, letting out a relieved sigh and feeling a smile play on his lips to see his friend was mostly unharmed.

"Thanks, man!" Kaminari called, raising a fist to cover his mouth when he sniffled.

"...Who're you talking to?" Jirou asked, straightening up from where she was hunched protectively over the excited kids. "There's no-one there."

"Ah, you know... Just my good bro," he responded cryptically, beaming wider.

Her dark eyes glanced over to the dustbin. "Yeah, I can see you being related to a trash can."

"Wh- Kyouka!"

~

""All Might? Is All Might dead? Someone check the news!" Kaminari exclaimed in a panic," - yeah that's a lowkey buzzfeed unsolved reference LOL i couldnt resist

""Ah, I'm tryin' my best, Soundwave!" Kaminari whined." - i'm not letting jirou stick with goddamn "earphone jack" as her hero name, why do half the class' names SUCK to high heaven?? frickin TAILMAN?? invisible girl??? broooo have some creativity!! there's no way they didnt think of cooler names than that if they had their quirks their whole lives, c'mon man!!!