𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭! ✎ 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𖤛 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐃𝐒𝐌?

        Izuku gawked at the giant Building in front of him. It was ginormous. Shirakumo snickered at his star struck counterpart. "Enjoying the view there, Kid?" Izuku just made a choked noise of agreement. Here he was, standing in front of the high school he so desperately wanted to get into. Of course, he wouldn't be a student, 'cause, you know, he's dead. But nonetheless, it was still a very exciting moment for him.

"You just gonna stare at the outside all day or do you wanna go in?" Oboro questioned amusedly. "Oh! R-right! Sorry Shirakumo-San!" Deku apologized. "I told you to drop the honorifics," said teenager replied, "we're each other's only company that can see the other regardless, so I have a feeling that we're gonna get close pretty quickly. Also, just call me Oboro!"

"Sorry Shirakumo-Sa- SORRY! Oboro!" The cloud haired boy just chuckled and waved it off. "Nemuri would've had a field day with this one, seeing on how much she's the 'D' in BDSM." He muttered to himself. "Eh? Who's 'Nemuri'? And what's BDSM??" Izuku asked curiously. Oboro stammered a half answer and blushed. He had not meant to say that out loud, let alone have the innocent bean actually hear him.

"Uh, Nemuri's a friend of mine, a teacher at UA!"

"But what is BDSM?"

"Don't worry about it!" His voice cracked, "Now come on! Let's go inside!" He sped off with a still somewhat confused Midoriya in tow.

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"Hey Sho?" A blond with long hair pulled back into a half bun inquired. The ravenette with tired eyes looked up at him from where they were reviewing lesson plans for the upcoming school year. "Yeah 'Zashi?"

"Have you watched the news lately?"

"I almost never watch the news, Hizashi." The Ravenette deadpanned. "Ah, well. It's nothing then." There was a beat of nothing, just shuffling papers. The black haired man suddenly exhaled loudly. "Damn it, now you've piqued my interest. What was the story?"

"Are you sure you want me to tell you, Shota? It's not really.. pleasant." The tired-looking man— now dubbed Shota— looked at his assumed coworker with an incredulous expression. "We face not-so-pleasant things on a daily basis, 'Zashi. Spit it out."

"There was a villain attack." Hizashi started, an uncomfortable look on his face. "Okay, that's really nothing new." Shota mumbled, eyebrows furrowed. "What, was it really big or something? If it was, I would've known."

"It was actually pretty small, but it's just.. there was only one casualty-" "Well that's good, isn't it?" Shota interrupted. "It's just, the victim was so young." Shota peered at his colleague. "How old?" He demanded. "14." Hizashi answered. "He was Quirkless, according to the report."

"Quirkless? And 14? That's almost unheard of in younger generations." Shota murmured. His heart ached for the young boy who lost his life so early. "That's not what's the most disturbing to me." Hizashi said, his eyes downcast. "Well then, what?" Shota asked impatiently. "It was last week. On the same day as... you know what I'm talking about." Shota's heart pounded. That was odd. "It was the same cause of death, too." Hizashi continued. "Asphyxiation. During a villain attack. You can't tell me that's just a freaky coincidence." He finished.

Shota didn't know what to think. It was too similar to be a coincidence, at least in his opinion. But then again, he's always been the superstitious type, his father was exactly the same, and like father like son I guess. Oh well. It's not like it's exactly the same. He'd just repeat that as his mantra. It doesn't matter in the end. What's done is done and that's that. Nothing more. Right?

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A/N: Hey honeys :) Hope you enjoyed the newest chapter of the book! Make sure to leave feedback, darling. Lots of love from Author-Chan to you! Muah!

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