"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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After Bakugo caught the ghost, he wanted to help him as to maybe convey his restlessness and ease the spirit's pain. Sure, he could exorcise the apparition but he felt as if he knew him, like they were somehow friends in the past.
Unfortunately, the ghost had other ideas as he screamed insults at him for a good 5 minutes straight.
"Are you calmer now?" The said ghost was crouching, facing away from him as he turned back, glaring.
I can't show weakness to an evil spirit! Bakugo thought, puffing out his chest a little as he introduces himself, "My name's Katsuki Bakugo, I'm the second son of an ancient clan of exorcists. So you better remember it, extra!"
"Exorcists?" The boy quickly backs up, surprisingly fast since he's still tied up, "Whoa, you've been watching too much anime. Creepy."
I'll annihilate him!
"So, what's an exorcist with a lame ass traffic-safety earring want with me?"
"It's Bakugo!"
"Lame ass traffic-safety earring pervert."
Bakugo pulls out his staff and shoves the spirit to the ground as electricity flows around the staff and dangerously close to the boy. "Tell me your name and regrets in five seconds or I'll just get rid of you!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The spirit pleaded.
"What's your name?" He demanded.
"(M/n)." The boy replied. (That stands for male name but if you can't think of a name you can just use Mitsuba)
"What grade did you die in?"
(M/n) falls silent as Bakugo tries asking him, "What are your regrets?"
No reply. Bakugo gets fed up and threatens him with his staff again.
"Ah! Stop! Photography! It's photography!"
"Photography?"
He looks away, a tear threatening to fall, "Probably. I don't know what to say when you ask me my regrets out of nowhere, but there was a photo I wanted to take before I died."
"I see..."
"If you're really going to help me, then go get my camera. It was donated to the photography club."
