Shinsou's POV

"Yes! Yes it's me!" Ojirou yelled, his voice was croaky and quavering, fresh tears still running down his face. His relieved smile wavered as he brushed the tears of off his cheeks.

"No...no it's not you." I backed away from him, still sitting and letting my palms scrape across the rough ground of the roof. His face immediately contorted from happiness to worry and fear.

"No, it is! I know it seems insane but-"

"IT'S NOT YOU! WHOEVER YOU ARE, STOP IT!"

"Shinsou please-!"

"ARE YOU THE GIRL FROM THE LEAGUE ATTACK??? THE ONE WHO CAN TRANSFORM??"

"SHINSOU GODDAMMIT IT REALLY IS ME!"

I continued to yell at him while I scooted back and he scooted closer.

"PROVE IT!" I screeched with new tears rolling down my face. His desperate expression all of a sudden changed into a deadpan as he got as close as possible and wrapped his tail around my arms and chest, binding me. He got onto his knees and towered over me, holding my shoulders firmly.

"We started texting after I performed in the cafeteria. The first song we listened to was by Sad Boy With a Laptop. At the party where I died, we sang Sick of Losing Soulmates together and you almost had a panic attack before we got on stage but you sang beautifully." He melted slightly as his words began to end and his lip trembled, hunching over and a single tear dropped from his eye.

My eyes widened, the salt from my tears stinging them painfully, so much so I could barely keep them open. I stared at him as he stared guiltily and painfully at the ground. No... Ojirou's...he's dead. He isn't real. This Ojirou is fake. He just has to be... right?

"You're... you're a hullicination. I'm going insane." I smiled chaotically and laughed. "I'm going insane! I'm going insane. I knew it. You're the death of me. I always knew you'd be the fucking death of me.." my voiced weakened, but the look on my face never wavered. He looked at me incredulously, his eyebrows furrowing together.

"I knew that therapy wasn't fucking helping... Todoroki's a liar...Sero's mom is a liar... I'm lying to myself... everyone's a fucking lia-" he cuts me off.

"If I was fake, could I do this...?" He starts and starts to lean in slowly, his eyes closing, and his lips parting slightly.

Oh man. The hallucination of my crush is about to kiss me.

I might as well accept... appeal to my own fantasy... since.. he's a part of me? Is that how it's supposed to go? Yeah I think so...

I close my eyes as I slowly lean back to him, a Hazey feeling filled my mind and my stomach was fluttering. My chest was pluming with warmth and everything felt slow and hot... this is.. going to... hap-

All of a sudden, I'm slapped clear across the face.

Hard.

"YOU DUMMY THICC-ASS BITCH. I'M FUCKING REAL!" He yells and pulls away from me. I rub my now probably red cheek and just stare at him idiotically. His tail unbinds from around me and he pulls me into a tight hug. Immediately, I hug him back and hold him as if I'm going to lose him again.

"I MISSED YOU SO FUCKING MUCH YOU ASSHOLE. WHERE HAVE YOU FUCKING BEEN? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ANY OF US YOU WERE ALIVE GODDAMMIT???" I sob into his shoulder and he does the same, I feel the wetness seeping through my jacket and shirt. We were rolling around on the roof, holding eachother and never letting go any time soon.

"Where have you fucking been...?" I say once again, much weaker and quieter.

"I...I'll tell you. Don't worry..." he says and starts to sit up, pulling me along with him. We pull apart reluctantly and he sits directly in front of me, our knees are touching and he's holding my hands very lightly. Looking down at the ground, he starts to explain.

"I...I didn't really.. die?? I mean, I did, but..." he sighs.

"I came back."

-(flaaaaaashbaaaack to after Ojirou died-)

Ojirou's POV

Everything, absolutely everything, was black. There were muffled screams, sobs, I could just faintly hear the scratching of a pen on paper, everything was mostly drowned out by the loud screech of a machine... it went on for what felt like forver, until it stopped, and I heard someone speaking.

"Ojirou Mashirao, time of death: 5:32 pm, March 31st, 2019."

I'm... I'm dead? The fuck?

I heard someone yelling outside... it sounded like Kirishima... maybe Sero or Satou... I can't tell that we'll.

I'm, I can't be dead! I have a very clear conscience right now!

Oh god, is it like in Supernatural where you can see your body and your dead but you're not? Oh fuck. Am I a Winchester now?

Never mind that, people are walking out of the room. The footsteps are pounding in my ears and I can feel every vibration. They get softer and softer... until they just leave.

But then, After muffled words from one of the previous people in my room, more footsteps begin to approach. They were all different, and there were a whole lot of them. One by one, people came up. I was barely able to make out what they said, but, it still made me sad.

"I miss you so much already... I should've done more."

"You didn't deserve this, you never fucking did..."

"I may not have talked to you at all, monkey, but you were a good fucking person. You knew what you wanted and I respect that."

I was only able to make out one voice very clearly...

Shinsou's.

"I couldn't even save you sooner... this is all my fucking fault... I should've got you out of there so, so much faster... I loved you so much, and now it's my fucking fault you're dead..." he said angrily, sadly, regretfully, bitterly.

"Just know... I'll always love you." He finished off with, and I felt a soft and warm pressure on my forehead... I have no idea what it was... but... I loved it. If it weren't for my body being a little...dead at the moment, I would've sobbed my heart out in his arms.

But as soon as the room goes quiet, and everyone leaves, my world goes still, and I lose whatever consciousness I had left.
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Waking back up, I hear a loud beeping, a really loud and continuous beeping. People start screaming once it starts, they rush to my side and start yelling. All of a sudden, a jolt of electricity shoots through my entire body and I'm forced to sit up, like a hot fire stick was forced into the middle of my back. My eyes jolted open and I was gasping for air, the oxygen mask over my mouth making it much easier. I look down at my fingertips, they were a bluish purple, with every breath I took, they faded into my natural...well...as natural of a color as they could be since I had some gruesome burns everywhere. Also with every breath, it became easier to breathe.

I look around the bright room and at the people beside me. My parents and some doctors.

"MASHIRAO! MASHI, YOU'RE OKAY!" My mom yells and launches herself at me with a hug. My dad also comes onto me unexpectedly, hugging me so tight I could barely breathe. I hug the both of them back immediately. Thinking of my situation, I realize:

I died. I died and came back. My parents just lost their son... and they got the 1 in probably 100,000,000 chance of getting him back. They must be so ecstatic, and I'm a zombie!

"Mister Ojirou, should we inform anyone of this amazing event?!" A doctor almost shouts at my dad, a small girl about my age looks at him expectantly and excitedly. Maybe she's an intern? Without missing a beat, my dad looks over to me with a warm expression.

"What would you like son?" He smiles, wiping his puffy eyes.

I smile back at him and look at the doctor.

"Only tell Aizawa Shouta of UA High. He'll be pleasantly surprised, and I plan to surprise everyone else as well." I smile and the doctor immediately rushes away, the intern following behind him.

"son... Your father and I were so, so worried." My mom smiled brightly, her face gleaming with tears.

"We nearly already paid for the funeral! We were actually discussing it right before you woke up!" My father laughed almost sadly. God it just felt so good to be with my parents again...

But, I can't wait to see Shinsou.

-(end of flaaaaashbaaack)-

Shinsou's POV

"So, yeah, it was meant to be a surprise..! They wouldn't let me leave the hospital for forever, though! That's why it took so long!" He smiles stupidly at me and then looks slightly down.

"Heh, my room was 420..." he snorted.

"You...imbecile. Do you have any idea how worried we were?? How worried I was?" I stare at him. The last part sounded kind of selfish, but hey, it was true.

"I'm so sorry... if I knew you would've tried.. this.. I would have never kept it a secret, or asked Aizawa to." He looked guiltily at me.

"YOU TOLD MY DAD BUT NOT ME?? NOW THAT CROSSES THE LINE." I laugh but he only stares surprised at me.

Wait, shit.

"Aizawa's your dad..??"

"Uh... I plead the fifth."

"Why does everyone keep saying that." He starts laughing but his eye catches something, and he stares sadly down at it. Fuck not again.

"Shinsou..."

"I know! I know! I'm getting help, I swear! I just couldn't help it!" I say while rapidly pulling down my sleeves. He just sighs sadly.

"Just... please... never do it again."

"I promise, I won't. At least, not as long as you're here." I smile at him and he smiles faintly back.

"But uh... how'd you know to find me up here..?" I look at him curiously and he smiles brighter.

"Kaminari told me."

Kaminari... I'll tell you what, you're closer to redeeming yourself.

"Ah...well, ok.."

"Why did you even.. want to do this in the first place..?" He said painfully. It physically hurt him to talk about it... fuck.. now I feel really bad.

"I just..wanted to see you again... and be one with the stars." I joked slightly and laughed sadly. He just hummed in response.

"Oh..well... did you see Kaminari?? He looks awful!" Ojirou laughed slightly, trying to lighten the mood.

"Well, Yeah, he escaped from the villain's headquarters. He's probably traumatized... and... he was the traitor. He said if he didn't tell the villains where we were, he would kill us."

Ojirou now looks scared and confused, shocked even, but, it slowly turns back to warmth.

"Ah, I see, I don't blame him. If I was in that situation, I would most likely do the same." He laughed pitifully. My eyes narrowed slightly.

"Ojirou, he indirectly killed you."

"Not on purpose! He had no choice."

"Hn..." I only grunt. He looks back at me, curiousity littered on his face.

"How's...Sero dealing with this."

Oh fuck, Kaminari's boyfriend.

"I really don't kn-"

The bell cuts me off.

"Oh! It's time we head back to class, I guess. Walk with me?" Ojirou smiles and holds his hand out to me.

"Of course..." I take his hand and I'm pulled up, we begin walking, our hands still intertwined. I look down between our hands and Ojirou continuously.

"Uhm, you do realize our hands are still together, right?"

"Yep."

"...and you're doing this on purpose?"

"Yep."

"...but no homo, right?"

"...."

"Ojirou, no homo?"

"..."

"Ojirou!"

"..."

"Okay.. fine, if it's homo... all homo but platonic?"

Within, the blink of an eye, he yanks me by my tie and we're face to face, the tips of our noses are barely touching and I can feel his breathe mix with mine.

"Nope."

That's all he says as he lets go of me and we stroll to class together as if nothing had just happened... I think I just got whiplash from that.

Needless to say, on the way to class, I was an entire mess.
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"HOLY FUCK"
"HOLY FUCK"
"HOLY FUCK!!!!"

Hagakure screeches as Ojirou walks into class, everyone in class, and I mean everyone, gets their asses up and races over to Ojirou. They hug him like a doctor would saw their legs off if they didn't. It was a puddle and pile on the floor of tears and happiness and everything that's good in the world.

Out of the corner of my eye. I see a barely smiling Aizawa-no-Dad out of the corner of my eye.

Should I tell him what I.. tried? Ojirou should do it with me at least.

Maybe, I'm not sure.

But one thing I definitely know for fuckin' sure,

I've never been goddamn happier.