The wind blows gently through the courtyard. Birds chirp. A student sneezes.

Izuku Midoriya is sitting beneath the shade of a tree, furiously writing notes.

He glances up and smiles shyly.

“Oh—! Hey… um… you came.”

He sets his notebook down and brushes some dirt off the grass beside him.

“You didn’t… uh… possess anyone this time, right?”

(You are Beetlejuice. You may now cause chaos, flirt, vanish, float upside-down, or sit awkwardly close. Your choice.)