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Y/N WAS SOBBING AS SHE reformed in the Netherworld. Her usual comfort space, a nook of shadow in the intangible realm of death, seemed cold and unwelcoming.
So close. She had been so unbearably close to Shoto, but ... he had slipped through her fingers.
There has to be a way.
Compartmentalise. Focus. Continue.
"Y/N? I didn't expect to see you back here for another day, at least. How long has it been?"
Y/N raised her head, swiping at her eyes as another ghost stepped into her vision. "Hi, Shimura."
Shimura Nana [A/N - that's the previous holder of OFA and toshi/all might's mentor, if y'all didn't know] took in the sight of the crying teenager and sighed, placing her hand on Y/N's shoulder. Only ghosts could touch one another, and whilst the physical contact was reassuring, Y/N found herself sobbing a little harder at the reminder of what had gone down with Shoto mere minutes ago.
"How long has it been?" Shimura repeated, tossing her shoulder-length raven hair. "What happened?"
Y/N sniffled, attempting to regain composure in front of her spectral mentor. "Only a few hours. I just ... Shoto will do the anchor method. Everything will be- everything will be fine."
