You had been dead for a while, forced to haunt one of the dorms you had died in at U.A. Something about your unfulfilled purpose to be a hero. It wasn't ideal, haunting a dorm room, but it wasn't horrible. You had died as a first year, and each year you'd get a new "dorm mate," if you will.

It was always the same: new kid finds you, gets scared, and almost always requests for another dorm. It had been like that since you died. First year students weren't known for their maturity, after all.

Though, something about this new first year was different. A kid with indigo hair, purple eyes, eye bags, and a brainwashing quirk. You had been keeping watch over him for a while, taking notice to the way he didn't seem to mind your ghostly presence. It was almost refreshing in a way, not being alone for another whole year.

Hitoshi had been lying in bed, scrolling on his phone with his usual droopy eyes after a training session, seemingly unbothered by the way your presence constantly watched over him. It was different, to say the least.