In Loving Memory

More Problems With Being A Ghost

"What?"

"All Might, tomorrow villains are going to attack the-" Izuku started, and that was all All Might heard. Izuku could no longer stay visible. "Oh no! He didn't hear all of it!" Izuku ran to a table nearby, looking frantically for paper and a pencil. He found it quickly, but found he couldn't pick up the pencil. Izuku tried his hardest to reappear, but to no avail. Izuku looked at the clock. Five minutes. It seemed his appearing had a time limit, like All Might and staying in his muscle form. Unlike All Might though, Izuku was limited to just a few minutes. He panicked, reaching for the pencil again, trying to pick it up.

Despite his best efforts, however, Izuku was unable to interact with the pencil or reappear in the world of the living. If he couldn't warn All Might, he would have to find a way to protect the students. He had to find Nana Shimura.

He spent the next hour searching the city and obviously, he couldn't find her. But, that didn't stop him from continuing to look. He then remembered how he had promised to meet Nana at the boba shop the next day. He sighed with relief. At least he had an idea of where to find her. Now onto the next problem, he thought. He needed to find a way to get Toga some help, but he had no idea how to tell the workers about it, especially with his limit of five minutes. These were adults he was working with, and adults were notoriously stubborn. They probably wouldn't listen to a middle school sized kid telling them that they needed to help their daughter with the side effects of her quirk. He would need another adult, but how would he convince them?

A voice from behind him broke him out of his thoughts. "Boo," the voice said, and Izuku nearly jumped out of his skin, that is, if he had any. He whirled around and saw the person behind him, another ghost by the looks of it. It was a young man, either a high schooler or around twenty, but you never really could tell with ghosts. The man's voice was deep and a little growly, sounding something like the voice of a villain from a horror movie or an anime's final boss.

"Hi," Izuku said shakily. "You uh, you scared me a little bit there."

"You look like you saw a ghost," the man said.

"I mean, I just did, by the looks of it."

The man laughed, and Izuku spotted his pointy and fang-like teeth. "Smart kid. You must have seen a lot of ghosts in your time."

"Well, I've gotten a little used to it, what with being dead for almost a year. You start to learn to tell the difference." Izuku was already a little wary of whoever this was. So, he tried his best to answer the questions bluntly, with no room for conversation.

"What's your name, kid?"

"It's Izuku MIdoriya. And you are?"

"Call me Yosuke," he said, the sunset tinting his fluffy black hair a shade of orange. "It's nice to finally meet you. I've been told a lot about you."

"Who would tell you things about me?"

"Someone who has a reason to be interested."

"And who, pray tell, would be interested in some middle school kid?" Izuku asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Someone who knows the kind of power you have." Yosuke said slowly with a smile, his amber eyes glinting in the fading sunlight. "You can appear in the world of the living at will and interact with the world around you. You can take offerings with ease and already had a strong power about you while you were alive. You were destined for greatness."

"And then I fell off a building," Izuku nodded.

"As I heard," Yosuke said, tipping his head to the side. "But, I see you trying to help people here. You were always a hero at heart, weren't you?"