"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?"
𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ➸ (Y/n) is looking for ghostly help with her love life, but when "Deku-san", the wish-granting spirit that haunts a girls' bathroom stall...
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Mr. Aizawa steps in front of the cave, "But the only one I'll let go beyond this point is the priestess who will destroy the Yorishiro."
"Priestess?" You tilt your head.
Deku jumps at you, giving you a side hug, "He means my assistant!"
Bakugo steps up, "Not a chance, spider-guy!" as he yells, "Leaving (Y/n) is too dangerous! I won't-"
Aizawa stops him by covering his mouth with his hand, "Well, Number Seven?"
Deku still holding you, looks down in thought but lets go and pushes you towards the teacher.
"Alright. Take good care of my assistant...Mr. Aizawa."
"Fine." The bookshelves start to close as you watch Deku, you couldn't tell if he was angry or sad.
. . .
You and Mr. Aizawa start walking into the dark cave in silence. Each of you holding a lantern. You couldn't help but keep looking back as you wondered if this really was a good plan.
Aizawa decided to break the silence by asking, "So...how is he?"
"Huh?"
"Number Seven. Are things, you know...going okay?"
You think back to all the harassing and fighting Deku's been doing. "Well... he's mean and he kinda leads me on which I get fed up with sometimes but he always saves me and he can be surprisingly kind."
You walk next to Mr. Aizawa, "I think of him as a friend." You smile.
"I see. That's alright then."
Was he worried about Deku? Is that why he asked..?
"Oh yeah, Sensei, I had a question."
"Hm?"
"Is it possible to change what's written in the books in the 4 O'clock library?" You asked as you remember your heartbreaking future.
"Unfortunately, it's impossible to change the future."
Damn it.
"But I've seen it once." He stops in front of a door.
"Seen what?" You ask.
"The moment the future changes."
Your eyes blink in hope.
"We're here." He opens the door.
"Whoa!" You walk in, "This is the deepest part of the boundary?!" You look at all the colorful jewels that were sealed in glass boxes.
