Tomura always thought that believing in shit like ghosts and demons was stupid, they were the only beings on this ‘mortal plane’ or whatever shit Twice was ranting about. That damn schizo should get Ujiko to get him some meds. But when Toga and Twice came up to him excited, talking about how they were going to stay up all night because it’s Halloween and there’d be ghosts out, he decided he’d humour them. No clue why he agreed, maybe it was the shots he had taken earlier that night to be able to deal with Dabi and his yelling about how kids would flock to Endeavours agency for trick or treating. Unsurprisingly Toga and Twice had fallen asleep long before the ‘witching hour’ or just 3am.

Tomura sat bored on the couch, the ratty old leather making a god awful sound beneath him. He should probably replace them, it’d stop Dabi’s whining but then again that would be giving into Dabi. So no. He was snapped out of his mind dead scrolling when he heard a- wispy sound? He looked up and saw a small almost puddle of gas on the floor. Well fuck. He’d just wait for it go away and blame Dabi again, right? Wrong. His heart started to pound as he saw a ghost? Don’t be stupid, Tomura, ghosts aren’t real. But what else could he use to describe the opaque and wispy amalgamation in front of him? He spoke in an almost hesitant tone, his voice calmer than it had ever been.

“..What are you? What do you want?-“