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"NO! NO! SHO, PLEASE, NO!"

Y/N wailed, trying to touch him again, finding that her fingers just passed through him as they always had.

"What's wrong?" the girl panicked, turning to Midoriya. "How come I can touch you, but not Shoto? Am I a ghost again?"

She was aware of her breaths rushing, and a cloud of anxious hyperventilation blurring her vision with a mess of tears. The green-haired boy shook his head slowly.

"Y/L/N ... I don't think it's you who's the ghost this time," he said gently, one hand placed on her shoulder to prove his point. "It's Todoroki."

The two words hit Y/N harder than the car had [A/N - i cannot believe i just wrote that], but her panic lifted as she came to a simple realisation.

"I can bring him back."

"What? Y/L- Y/N, no! You just went through so much pain, and we don't even know if you're his anchor-"

"I can bring him back," the girl repeated, standing to wipe her eyes and plant her feet in a ready stance. "Because my Quirk is Necromancy. I can't bring myself back alone, but I can sure as fuck bring him back. And I will."

Y/N had been practicing resurrecting dead things since she was a kid - if they had died in the last 24 hours, she could do it with no problem. She'd been a little out of practice in the past ten years.

But it had to be like riding a bike, right?

Or so she hoped.

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"Y/N? What's it like when you use your Quirk?"

The ghost girl laughed, staring at the ceiling in the dark of the night. "I know there's a freak hailstorm and we're not allowed outside, but you're really pushing the limits of bored, Sho."

The fifteen-year-old boy flushed. "I'm just wondering, like, how does it work?"

"I haven't used my Quirk in ages," Y/N admitted, rolling over onto her side on Shoto's bed so she could look him in the eye. They were pretty far away on the massive bed, but it was still one of the comfortably, somewhat intimate moments that made her blush, even though she'd been sleeping on the end of his bed for years. "But when I used to resurrect people ..."

"... yes?"

"It would be like they were lost, and I was giving them a map," Y/N explained, wholly immersed in her tale. "I basically put my hand on their chest, or near as I can get, and send purple energy into their heart, which is the colour of Necromancy. I need to take their hand and feel their pulse, except ... I'm not really feeling it so much as creating it, I guess."

Shoto's mouth was slack with awe. "That's pretty cool, Y/N."

"I know," she teased. 

He pulled a pillow from under his head and whacked her, ending up in both of them laughing when it just lay in the middle of her torso due to her spectral nature. 

A moment of silence followed, their faces so close together that it struck Y/N how attractive Shoto was with no space between them.

His eyes were wide, each colour strikingly beautiful as he panted with laughter, his peppermint bed-hair all ruffled, his face filled with adoration ... for her.

A massive hailstone struck the window with an almighty bang like a crack of thunder, making both teenagers scream in spite of themselves and roll a little closer together, though they still couldn't touch.

"I think I'm going to be the less brave one here," Y/N whispered in a very small voice. "And sleep up this end of the bed tonight."

"You're the bravest person I know," Shoto insisted, suddenly serious, and still very close. "But you can stay here as long as you like."

And when she woke the following morning, Y/N had never slept more soundly or comfortably than she did almost in Todoroki Shoto's arms.

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"Okay," Y/N inhaled shakily, kneeling back by Shoto's side - or by his corpse, if she chose to be morbid about it. "Here goes nothing."

Doing exactly as she had described over a year ago, she let her hand hover over his chest, wincing when her fingers shook and dipping through his rippling ghost form. Strings of Necromantic energy leaked from her fingers, wrapping around a spot on the left of his chest, presumably his heart.

Making a fist, Y/N sent as much energy as she could to stay in there and try and bring him back, before dropping her hand from his heart and then she moved herself to his wrist.

"I've never done it with a ghost before," she muttered, somewhat to herself, and somewhat to Midoriya. "I've never heard of anyone performing the shift from corpse to Netherworld so quickly."

The un-solidified natured of his body made the resurrection process that much harder, but before she could stop herself, Y/N reached for his wrist, and ...

She held it.

"He's tangible?" 

She let the question slip from her lips in shock as her eyes darted to his blood-soaked chest, where her energy was obviously doing its work.

Before Shoto could just die again, Y/N grabbed his hand, feeling uncertainly for a weak pulse and focusing on the beat of her own heartbeat, trying to sync it with his as purple energy made her hands glow softly. 

Midoriya inhaled sharply from the other side of the room. "Y/N, Y/N, look!"

She looked to his chest ... rising and falling. To his lips ... gently parted and taking in air. And to his beautiful heterochromatic eyes ... fluttering open. 

With a sob, Y/N grabbed his hands and pulled him into a more stable position than awkwardly lying on the floor, supporting the weight of his body from where she sat.

"You're alive," she couldn't stop herself from crying. "You're alive."

Shoto's red-tipped fingers may have been dripping with his own blood, but that didn't stop him from shakily reaching up to touch Y/N's cheek. "I-I couldn't leave my ... my favourite ghost a-alone ... could I ... now?"

Y/N began to sob more fervently as she ducked her head, doing what she had wanted to for so many years.

Their lips met in a sweet kiss, both feverishly warm from overexertion, but ... it was pretty perfect, as far as first kisses went. It somehow conveyed all the love each teenager had for the other, and Y/N would never be able to commit to an ordinary life again without touching her lips every so often with a secret smile.

Now, it didn't matter to her as some paramedics rushed back into the room with Izuku (who held a phone and had evidently left some time in the past five minutes), rolling Shoto onto a stretcher and sprinting him to a hospital.

Because Y/N and Shoto had both proved that it didn't matter how far away you were from someone - you can still be close in your heart.

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thank you for reading thisbook and i hope you enjoy it!~ jazzi