[ Can I be happy? ]

Chapter 25- Sleepover but not really‐

❝𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗲. 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗜 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗱𝗼.❞

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HITOSHI WAS AN CURIOUS CHILD.

Izuku knew that much.

Everyone in the household knew that much.

If the boy wasn't asking you at least seven questions, there is seriously something wrong.

A knock on his door on the middle of the night and Izuku idiotically opened the door in his half sleep state.

What was the greenette supposed to do when Hitoshi come to his room for a sleepover, with a glint in his purple eyes that promised trouble?

Izuku hadn't had a sleepover since he was three and no one had quirks. Izuku hadn't had a sleepover since Katsuki got his quirk. Izuku hadn't had a sleepover ever since his mom died. Izuku hadn't had a sleepover ever since that doctor's appointment.

"So? What do ya say?" Hitoshi smiled widely with all teeth showing, moving from one foot to another while waiting for an answer from the silent Izuku, a pillow squished between his arms.

"..." Izuku really wanted to say no.

He stared at those excited shining purple eyes for a good five seconds.

...

...

Izuku ended up agreeing. A foolish decision on his part, really.

He should've said no. He really should've. [Izuku cursed those damn shining excited eyes!]

Now a few candles were lit. The lights and windows were shut. And a Ouija Board was in front of him.

"...Why do you have a Ouija Board under your bed, Hitoshi."

It was more a statement than a question, but Hitoshi still decided to answer.

Hitoshi smiled innocently, unbothered, and replied in a cheery tone, "It doesn't matter, Izuku! We're going to summon a ghost and scare the living shit out of dad tomorrow!"

His innocent smile slowly became more pointed and his face darkened, slightly leaning in on himself as if he was about to tell a secret, voice deepening when he whispered, "that's what he gets for drinking my coffee..."

Izuku wisely decided to ignore Hitoshi's whispering, accepting his fate with his blank staring eyes.

Hitoshi snapped his head at Izuku, the innocent smile back in place, "Let's start!" The purple haired boy placed his hands lightly on the triangular pointer thingamajig, which if Izuku recalled correctly–was called a planchette.