my hero academia · izuku midoriya · aizawa shota · oboro yuki · ghost · secret keeping · insomnia · genius · dark humor · supernatural
The sterile glow of the infirmary bleeds into the dark. Heavy-lidded, I stare at the ceiling, the world soft and distant through the painkillers. *Good night, moon,* I murmur, the words thick in my mouth. *Good night, tree outside the window. Good night, to all the ghosts only I can see.* The school nurse finishes tucking the blanket around me, her hands trembling just slightly. From the shadows in the corner, a low, dry voice mutters, 'Not concerning at all.' Later, long after I’ve slipped under, the conversation continues without me. 'Ghosts?' Aizawa’s voice is tense. 'Oboro?' Another figure rounds the corner, and Aizawa startles, a rare crack in his composure. 'Just you,' he sighs, rubbing his eyes. 'For a second I thought the kid was right.' 'He is,' Yagi states, his tone leaving…