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His knees gave out as he felt a burning pain rapidly filling his lungs. Distantly he could hear a chair scraping against the floor, and yelling. His visions went dark and everything went quiet.

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A couple stood around a glass box. Flowers and gifts adorned the tomb.
A beautiful women rested against the glass. Her features near identical to the corpse.
“He is alone masaru”
The women sharply turned to the man behind her.
“He is all alone! Masaru”
Masaru nodded along to his partner. Their son has passed and he is alone in the afterlife. In their culture it was common to marry off the dead. So that their loved ones didn’t walk the realm alone forever. But, just because it was common didn’t mean it was easy. You could only ever take on one partner in your lifetime. Not many wanted to be tied down to a corpse for the rest of their lives.
Now they must find someone willing to marry their dead son.
Masaru had someone in mind. A village outcast, the boy was kind hearted and sweet. But he spoke of visions and spirits. So he was deemed a loon. He at least hoped that Mitsuki would agree to his pick.
Thunder was heard overhead. The pair watched the clouds darkened, so quickly?
“Dear we should go, it will be dark soon. And seems like a storm is brewing.” He called to his wife.
Mitsuki pressed her head against the glass. She was so harsh with him. She feared that he had died without knowing how much she truly loved him. She didn’t want to leave him here, all alone, with no one by his side.
“We need to find someone,now” she spat
Her veins full of grief and anger. She stood, her knees cracking.
The couple left. They walked silently back to their home.
Their empty home, no one besides themselves occupy it now.
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Later that night, sitting at the dinner table. One less chair.
Neither felt like eating. So they moved onto the next topic.
Who is going to marry their son.
“I-I have someone in mind” Masaru cut through the silence.
“So do I”
He perked up at that.
“Really? Who?”
“That midoriya boy”
“Ah, I thought the same”
She looked up at him.
“So we are in agreement?”
Masaru nervously scraped at his nape.
“Yes, but are you sure he would agree? He has never even met Katsuki”
“Do you really think that matters masaru?” She snapped at him
Her nails digged into the soft wood of the dinner table.

“He is dead masaru, he is gone and alone, we don’t even know how he died! This boy, he speaks with spirits, maybe-“
She suddenly cut off.
No matter how much they wished it were true. Nothing would bring katsuki back.
“Well, we are in agreement. Tomorrow we will approach him and ask for him to take his hand in marriage”
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Every village has one.
That one old crazy loon always spouting about one thing or another.
Midoriya was born with a gift. An awful and very annoying “gift”.
“So Mrs. Jankins was going on and on again about some monster eating her cats again. She said she’s tired of getting new cats. But guess this! The cat that keeps getting eaten? It’s not even the getting eaten! It just keeps running away and she keeps picking him up again! Can ya believe that? Dude that lady needs some glasses or something! Oh wait! Did I tell you what Mr. Aizawa was doing? Rumors are true! He-“

“Denki! Please, I'm trying to work. "Midoriya was tired, so so tired.
Denki went quiet for a second at midoriya’s outburst.
Just for a second
“Ok but I have some,tea! About-“
Midoriya was used to this. Ghost constantly flocked to him. For help, company, or just someone they could gossip with. Normally he would be happy to sit down and at least pretend to listen to his ghost companions. But not today. He felt restless, something just felt off. He was outside cutting some wood for the winter to help let off some steam. But the feeling never went away. It just kept growing.
He placed another log on the stump and raised his ax. Right as he brought it back down, splitting the log in two. He saw them. Mitsuki and masaru. Two skilled hunters in the village. He’s never talked to them before, only really saw them when he went into the village to pick up supplies. He lives out on the very border of the village. Easier that way.
He straightens his back and greets them.
“Hello Mr and Mrs bakugou. Might I ask what I may help you with?”
Mitsuki stopped for a second and looked straight into his soul.
Oh no is this what was causing him to feel so off today?
Probably.
Mitsuki without breaking eye contact stomped right up to midoriya. Oh shit, this is it.
Mitsuki stopped just a breath away from him. She raised her hand and with a firm finger, poked him in the chest.

“You are going to marry our son. Ok?”
“What?!”

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The whistling from the tea kettle cut through the awkward silence. Midoriya’s hands were shaking as he poured the tea. Mitsuki and Masaru are sitting at his dining table!
Waiting for their tea, and for his hand in marriage? Midoriya has only ever really heard of Katsuki. A talented hunter, and fierce warrior. But yet he hadn’t heard of his passing? It sounds strange. He was well respected or maybe really feared, among his peers. To be fair he didn’t seem to have many friends. But that still doesn’t change the fact that he was well known around the village.
He served the tea up to the two at his table. Denki pouting where he floated in between the two bakugous.
He really wasn’t in the mood to explain to Denki exactly why he couldn’t serve him tea.
Midoriya cleared his throat. He could feel the cold sweat dripping down his neck.
“So, when did he pass? I haven’t heard anything of it?But sorry if that’s too much! I mean, it must definitely be painful for you two. But I was just wondering, how and when and-“ he stopped
“Why?”
He is still struggling to wrap his head around, well…him?
Masaru refused to meet his eyes. Instead watching his wife. She was tense.
“Two days” a small whisper
From what he has heard of the pair. Masaru was the meek and quiet one while his wife Mitsuki was the loud one who never stepped down.
This seemed unusual for her.
He waited for her to continue, but as the silence stretched on, he decided to try and maybe push.
“Two days?”
She just nodded at him before taking a huge gulp of tea. She slammed it down on the table, a miracle that it didn’t break.
Midoriya flinched at the action. Where had that come from?
“Two days. He’s been dead for two days. We don’t know how. We were at home and then he suddenly just keeled over.” She looked up at him, her eyes seemed to glow in, anger?pain? Sadness?
He wasn’t given any time to respond before she continued.
“ you got nothing, you a loner, we know you ain’t got anyone you are courting, probably won’t ever…but you are a good boy. We know you will take good care of our son. And-“
She seemed to think a bit before continuing
“Look I don’t believe in all that talk about ghosts and spirits. My son is dead and he walks alone in the realm of the dead. He isn’t here and people can’t see the passed. But if, by some miracle you are telling the truth. Than I want you-“
She stood up from her chair making both midoriya,masaru, and denki flinch.
“I WANT YOU TO ASK MY SON WHO KILLED HIM!”
Midoriya blinked, once,twice, thrice, what the hell?
Killed? As in, like, murder?
Finally Masaru jumped up. He seems to be trying to calm her down.
“Dear please, we don’t know that it was foul play”
Midoriya for a split second was worried that Mitsuki was going to attack her husband. She had this wild look in her eyes.
“ There is nothing that shows there wasn’t foul play!” She screamed at her husband.
He had a sad look in his eyes. He held her hand, a silent comfort.
She was right. Midoriya was an outcast, no family, no wealth. He understood where they were coming from. Their son had always shied away from others and refused courting from everyone. He died with no one to wait for. He would always exist alone. He glanced at denki. The ghost having floated away from the couple. Denki sat at midoriya’s seat. Pretending to drink tea like a royal. Midoriya has been able to see ghosts for as long as he could remember. Ghost had come and gone from his home. Everyone of them begged for his help. He did what he could for them. And in the end, they left. Denki and a few others being the only ones to still hang around him. Denki forgot what his unfinished task was. So he hanged around, he basically lives with midoriya. Most of the ghosts he’s helped knew exactly what they needed to do. And most of the time it was small stuff. Like seeing their daughters first hunt or seeing how their family is doing. Once a ghost had wanted to know where they left their book. But murder?

“I’ll do it”
The bakugous turned to him. Denki kept drinking tea.
Mitsuki stepped forward. She held both his hands in her own.
“Thank you”
Just a small voice for just a strong woman. It continues to unsettle him.
“We will take you to him. And do the ritual” Masaru stopped next to his wife.
“Wait!? Today!” That was quick. Too quick.
“Yes” both answered
“Ok, lead the way” he nodded to them.