In Loving Memory

More Problems With Being A Ghost

"Keyword being 'trying,'" Izuku snorted. "There's someone I want to help that I can't help because for the rest of eternity, I'll be stuck in the body of a fourteen year old boy. Nobody'll take me seriously."

"Oh? And who is that?"

"A girl named Toga. Blood quirk, she's obsessed with blood and her parents make her repress it. I wanted to get her some help from a quirk assistance facility but I would need her parents to allow her to go. Unfortunately they clearly seem to think her quirk is bad for the family name or something, so she's stuck unless someone can convince them to let her go. But I can't do that, because I look like a scrawny middle school kid and can only appear in the world of the living for a few minutes. She was right. Who would listen to me?"

"They might not listen to you, but they might listen to another adult, say, someone from the facility."

"They wouldn't really listen to me either. Besides, filing a report on somebody who might need help takes an interview, and I can't be visible for long enough for that."

"There is another option, you know."

"What?"

"Possession," Yosuke said with a smile, half showing off his fangs.

"Huh?!"

"Borrowing somebody else's body, I mean," Yosuke said, unbothered. "It's a skill that takes a lesson or two to learn, but it's useful. Takes a little practice, but it can be done."

"Doesn't that feel wrong to you?"

"What about it?"

"You're taking over someone's body by force, aren't you? Isn't that rude? And it'd probably be really uncomfortable to the person."

"I was possessed once when I was alive," Yosuke said dismissively. "It feels a little weird, and you're pretty aware the whole time. Once the ghost leaves the person's body, they might feel a little tired or disoriented, but otherwise they're fine."

"And how do you intend on teaching me, even if I agree to it?"

Yosuke smiled. "I know a guy."

The two of them went to a neighborhood that Izuku hadn't been in before. He hung around Yosuke, electing to try and not get lost for once. They entered a house and went upstairs, entering the third room on the right of a long hallway. The room was simple but well-decorated. The walls were painted a dark blue with constellations painted in white. By the left wall was a soft-looking bed with what looked like a weighted blanket over the comforter. On the right wall was a vanity with makeup scattered all over the desk with no rhyme or reason and a box that looked something like a treasure chest in the corner.

In another corner was a potted plant that looked rather healthy, and sitting on the bed was a cat, fast asleep. In the center of the middle wall, however, was a desk, and working at the desk was a rather pretty young woman, roughly seventeen or eighteen. Her hair was a shade of light pink, something that vaguely reminded Izuku of Mina. "Babe, I'm back," Yosuke announced.

"Babe?" Izuku asked quietly. Was this Yosuke's girlfriend? She looked rather alive, and Yosuke hadn't appeared in the land of the living. He wasn't sure how he could tell, but he knew without a doubt that Yosuke was still invisible.

"I thought I told you not to call me that," the girl sighed, turning the office chair she was in towards the two of them. "I'm not your girlfriend."

"Aw, but you always flirt with me," Yosuke said, mock hurt dripping from his voice.

"First of all," the girl said, her blue eyes full of exhaustion and frustration. "You've been dead for thirty years. I don't date older men. Second of all, you always come to me with some half-baked dead guy who you're trying to teach your ghost skills or whatever and ask me to be their practice dummy for learning to possess people. Then they can't do it and you leave me with a kiss on the forehead I don't want and thirty minutes of wasted time. I'm studying for a big test coming up and I can't have you bothering me."