In Loving Memory

Is This a Problem? I'm Not Sure

Ah frick it, he decided, and appeared in the world of the living. Nezu and Eraserhead turned to look at him. "Please don't freak out!" Izuku shouted frantically.

"Who on Earth are you?" Eraserhead asked slowly.

"Okay, let's get introductions out of the way because I don't have much time. Hi, you can call me Midoriya, I'm dead, yes that means I'm a ghost. I'm here to warn you, because Eraserhead, your students are in danger."

"Are you the one who left the anonymous tip?" Eraserhead asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, and I know for a fact that villains are coming to attack the USJ. They're trying to kill All Might. I don't know any specifics about what villains are coming, but I know there's a lot of them and that one of them is the grandson of a woman named Nana Shimura."

"The name doesn't ring a bell," Eraserhead said.

"She taught All Might. If you don't believe me, ask him about her, but you have to keep the students here! They're in great danger, and I have people I know in your class! They're too young to join me in the land of the dead."

"Then why are you there?"

"Long story. Just keep your students safe, Eraser." Izuku vanished back into the world of the dead. Izuku let out a sigh of relief. Mission accomplished. Eraser and Nezu discussed the situation for a minute or two more and finally settled on sending some heroes to the USJ to ambush the villains and keeping the students at the school for now. The assignment could wait.

Meanwhile, Katsuki was sitting in the class, pondering the day before as everybody else chatted around him. Why had he heard Izuku's voice? It was distinctly his, and nobody else used the nickname 'Kachan.' Maybe he had been hearing things? But, even if that was the case, the voice had been so clear, almost like Izuku had never died. Katsuki burrowed his head in his arms, shooing away the memory of the light fading from the boy's eyes. He felt somebody roughly patting his shoulder.

"Hey, man!" somebody chirped. Katsuki peeked out from behind his arms, seeing a redhead with pointy teeth and a bright, wide smile. "Bakugo, right? You're quiet today, what's up?"

"What do you mean?" Katsuki asked sharply.

"You're really loud, y'know, yelling at everybody. But you're quiet. So I thought 'hey, this is a good time to talk to him,' and I'm over here now. You were really cool in those mock battles yesterday!"

"Who are you again?"

"Kirishima. Nice to meet you face to face!" This boy was loud, and it was getting on his nerves.

"RIght, the guy with the hardening quirk. The round-faced girl was talking to you about some kid on our first day." Katsuki was exhausted. If he had any more energy, he would probably be yelling at the boy. However, he didn't feel up to it. "Whatever. What do you want?"

"Are you okay?"

Katsuki scoffed. "Obviously. Is that all you came over to ask?"

"I was just wondering, cause you don't look too good, man. Did you get enough sleep?" He hadn't, but decided not to say that.

"Back off. I don't want to talk to some half-baked extra today."

"Geez, man. I was just trying to check up on you."

"We're not friends, why do you care?"

"Well, maybe we're not friends now, but maybe later." Kirishima grinned brightly. He was sunshiny and warm, and it vaguely reminded him of Izuku. Suddenly, the distinct feeling that someone was watching him washed over him, the eerie sense that somebody was nearby. He looked around, finding nobody watching him or anywhere nearby, but the feeling didn't leave. "Hey, what are you looking for?"