In Loving Memory

Whoops, that broke. It was my main character's emotional stability

Izuku settled in the backseat and cheered. Mission accomplished! Toga had been guaranteed help, and everything was at least relatively ok. He felt a lot better about being dead, since nobody could hear him. He passed through the side of the car and watched as it drove off into the distance. Suzuki would probably be fine. Granted, Izuku and Suzuki were both exhausted from the possession. The fatigue began to set in the more Izuku thought about it. He began to head back to his old apartment.

Earlier that day however, if you remember dear reader, Inko Midoriya had left to have tea and conversation with Mitsuki. Inko arrived at the Bakugo household relatively soon after Izuku had left to warn the teaching staff of U.A about the attack on the USJ. Inko knocked on the door, and the door opened to reveal Mitsuki Bakugo, an intimidating but friendly woman. "Inko, good morning! Come in, come in." She stepped aside to let Inko in. Mitsuki closed the door behind Inko once she came inside and started to take off her shoes. "I bought some new tea recently, it's brewing on the counter."

"Thank you, Mitsuki. How are you holding up?" Mitsuki started towards the living room, and Inko followed close behind.

"Well, the house is a lot quieter than usual," Mitsuki sighed, flopping on the couch. "Katsuki is always busy with something. Probably homework. Or whatever it is he's working on. I ask, but he always mutters something and ignores me."

"Oh, is he okay?" Inko sat down next to her.

"I'm not sure. But he's always up in his room and when he isn't, he's really quiet." Mitsuki pursed her lips. "I think he's still thinking about-" Mitsuki stopped talking, then took a deep breath before continuing. "I don't blame him." Her voice cracked. "I get it. I'm still not over it either."

"I know. I miss him too," Inko murmured.

"I still kind of expect him to come by every so often for dinner like he always did. He always had something to talk about." Inko nodded slowly in agreement. "But, enough about me. Are you okay?"

"That's the thing I came to talk to you about."

"Hm?" Mitsuki raised an eyebrow.

"There's these weird things going on in my apartment. I'm not sure exactly how to explain it. Sometimes I go to bed, and the house is a mess. Then, I wake up and it's well, a lot less of a mess, just as an example. But some stuff is moved after I use it, and this morning I went into Izuku's room and his sheets and blanket looked like somebody had gotten out of bed in a hurry."

"Hm. That's strange," Mitsuki mused. "Is your husband home?"

"He's delayed until around nine today."

"Oh yeah?"

"It just kind of feels like somebody's there," Izuku said quietly. "The place doesn't feel empty."

"I see," Mitsuki murmured. "I think I know what you mean."

"You do?"

"Yes, but when the house doesn't feel empty for me, I mostly just write it off as me feeling off for the day. I'm not one to believe in ghosts. But maybe there's some nearby quirk messing with the place or something." A timer rang, and Mitsuki pushed herself to her feet at hurried to the kitchen. A minute or two later, she came back with two teacups and a teapot and set them down on the coffee table.

"Ooh! I always love your tea," she smiled as Mitsuki poured her some tea. She held the glass in her hands for a few moments before her smile fell. "I think somebody's in my home."

"Like a really polite home invader?" Mitsuki said absently, blowing on her tea to cool it down. "Sounds unlikely."

"No, I mean that I think my apartment is haunted." Mitsuki raised an eyebrow and sipped her tea wordlessly. "I know you're skeptical, but I needed to talk to somebody about it."