@spiced_covfee said ghost fuckies so I gotta provide ya'know.

Katsuki moves into an old apartment building when he goes to uni in Tokyo. It's shitty and ancient, but affordable so he can make do. He obviously doesn't owe it to anyone, but the first thing he decides to do is

clean the place up.

He patches up the holes in the shoji screen that separates his sleeping area from his dining/living room. Sweeps up and scrubs his tiny balcony. Installs a new faucet in the kitchen sink and replaces the drain strainer. Washes the grand total of

8 tatami mats that make up his entire apartment. Cleans out the old fridge, gets himself a nice ass stove and a professional mini oven.

It's hard work, especially with all the dust and dead bugs and spiderwebs he runs into, and there's still more work to be done with furnishings

and the like, but Katsuki's feeling accomplished.

He goes to bed feeling good in his clean apartment, in his comfy, new futon bc maybe the apartment was cheap, but Katsuki wasn't about to cheap out on his sleeping arrangements.

That night, Katsuki dreamt of green, freckles, and

red lips. He couldn't remember anything past that when he woke, but he did take note of his dirty boxers. And he just fucking did laundry, too!

Groaning, he rolled out of bed and kicked his shorts off. On top of the sticky mess down low, he was a sweaty mess. It was just the end

of summer, but it was still hot as hell in the city.

(Note to self, buy a fan.)

The bathroom was probably the loss he'd regret for longer than the rest of the apartment. The entire room was basically a shower, with a small sink that almost hung over the tiny ass tub,

and a toilet in the opposite corner.

He could shit and brush his teeth at the same time, what a time to be alive.

Katsuki sighed as he switched the water on. He didn't even bother turning on the water heater, the cold shower was welcomed.

Okay, so maybe having your entire bathroom in the shower wasn't so bad. At least he could piss in the shower now and not feel bad about it.

He was scrubbing his hair in front of the sink and mirror when something dark moved behind him.

Katsuki wasn't one to easily spook, though. He shrugged it off as a shadow, and kept scrubbing.

Maybe if the water wasn't already freezing, he would've felt how much the temperature in the room had dropped.

But he didn't notice anything of the sort and he shut his eyes to wash the shampoo out. The cold water sluiced down his body, almost like a caress of cold fingers carding through his hair and down his spine.

Katsuki shivered, keeping his eyes closed as he just let the cold water

cascade from the top of his head, down.

The stress of uni applications, apartment hunting, and figuring out budgeting was getting to him. The cold water was a pleasant distraction as he dropped his head and held the shower head over his nape.

The water enveloped and poured over his shoulders. The strong water pressure almost felt like a massage against his traps.

Fuck, that was good. Katsuki leaned heavily against the sink with his other hand, blinking his eyes open. He watched the water drip from his soaking wet

locks and swirl down the sink's drain.

God, it seriously felt like heaven, like these cold ass hands were digging into his muscles and--

Katsuki glanced up into water splattered mirror and froze.

There, in the watery reflection, stood a young man with curly hair leaning over him, his hands on Katsuki's shoulders where'd he'd felt...

Katsuki jerked away violently, the shower head falling from his hands and clanking against whatever it hit on the way down.

His adrenaline was over the roof. Someone was in his fucking apartment!!!

But when he turned to deck who ever the motherfucker who thought it was okay to break into his apartment and fucking touch him--

No one was there.

A different kind of shiver crawled down Katsuki's back.

Without moving a muscle, he glanced around, his eyes scanning the entire bathroom. No one was there. The door was closed.

"What the fuck..."

Katsuki turned back to the mirror stiffly, and all that stared back at him was his own watery reflection, eyes wide and face pale.

~~

Nothing of the likes of that morning occurred again after that. At least, not that Katsuki noticed.

That day, he had shaken his head, finished his shower, and stepped out butt naked, scrubbing his wet hair with a towel, and put some coffee on to brew.

As far as Katsuki knew, he was just particularly tired that morning and his wet dreams had followed him into his waking hours.

He wouldn't know until a few weeks later how close to correct he'd been with that reasoning.

Katsuki dropped into his seat at the kotatsu. Autumn had decided to roll in early this year despite it being hot as the devil's balls just a few weeks ago. He wasn't really complaining, though. Kotatsu season was one of his favorites.

Relaxing into his chair, Katsuki stretched

his legs under the table and reveled in the toasty warmth as he switched the TV in the corner on and sipped at his coffee.

The first few weeks of uni had been rough. Lots of syllabi to organize, schedules to work out, group chats to join and hate. It was a headache, but

he was finally reaching that comfortable plateau in the semester.

And today was the start of a long weekend and Katsuki was determined to relax. So determined, he had already finished multiple assignments in advance and cleaned the apartment last night so that he could kick back

the weekend guiltlessly.

The TV was on some mindless reality show, the volume turned nearly all the way down as Katsuki snoozed a little.

His eyes were getting heavy and his head would drop every few seconds, barely trying to keep himself awake. He was so warm and relaxed.

One on particularly low dip of his head, Katsuki blinked to semi-consciousness. For a split second, though, he swear he saw some movement in the reflection of the TV.

Katsuki sucked in a breath through his nose and jerked his head around, searching for anything in his room.

No one was there and nothing was out of place, but goosebumps erupted across Katsuki's arms. He couldn't tell if the kotatsu had gotten hotter, or if the room had grown colder.

He shook his head. This was stupid. It was probably just something in the show.

Turning back to the, TV Katsuki relaxed again into his seat. He sighed and watched the fog of his breath dissipate.

"Wait..." Katsuki whispered to himself and his breath fogged again. "What the fuck?"

He turned to glance at his fan that displayed the temperature at 13 degrees

celsius.

"Holy shit."

Keeping his eyes trained on the numbers in case the reading changed suddenly, Katsuki reached for his phone and brought up the weather app.

It read 19 degrees.

Katsuki's eyes flicked back to the temperature. It still said 13. He released a breath. It fogged.

"Fuck this."

Katsuki unplugged the stupid fan and turned the TV off. It was an old fucking building, it was no wonder the insulation was shit and inside was colder than outside. He set a reminder on his phone to call the building admin and get that shit fixed.

For now, though, he was sleepy and cold so he pushed away his floor seat and laid down on the tatami, pulling the fluffy blanket over his shoulders and curling up in the warmth to drift off to sleep. He deserved a fucking nap.

The warmth crawled up his body, enveloped him in a toasty hug, and lulled him to sleep.

Like many nights these past few weeks, Katsuki dreamt of hands caressing up his sides and a cool breath ghosting over his most sensitive spots. It always felt so real.

In fact, this time it felt so jarringly real that Katsuki jerked awake to look down his body. He was on his back now and there was a lump under the edge of the kotatsu blanket, as if there really was a person on him, opening their cold mouth over his left nipple and suckling.

Katsuki blinked awake then, his eyes widening comically as he scrambled to get out from under the kotatsu.

What he saw under the blanket in that one moment that it flipped up, was the same young man from weeks ago in the bathroom.

A sudden surge of rage pumped through Katsuki's veins.

"Who the fuck are you!" Katsuki yelled, yanking the blanket so roughly that the table top slid half off and his coffee spilled over. "... what?"

Again, no one was there.

Katsuki cursed under his breath, looking around his small apartment. No one! No one was fucking there!

Groaning, Katsuki sank down to his knees and leaned against the wall in a slump. Subconsciously, he noted how the room had slipped back to a normal temperature.

~~
"Duuuude."

Katsuki groaned, burying his face in his hands. He knew he shouldn't have opened his fucking mouth.

"That sounds like you've got a pervy little ghost haunting you!"

His hand shot out to grab Kaminari by the face in a death grip, but he ducked just in time.

"Shut the fuck up, I'm serious here," Katsuki growled, rubbing his forehead.

Ever since the incident in the kotatsu yesterday, Katsuki had been on edge. Even outside of his apartment, he felt like eyes were on him. It was all so stupidly impossible.

He'd sooner believe he was going fucking nuts than believe that an actual ghost was haunting his apartment. And sexually harassing him!

"Hey, man," Kirishima piped up, placing a warm hand on Katsuki's shoulder. He suddenly remembered the feeling of cold hands massaging his

shoulders and shivered violently. Kirishima pulled away with a concerned glance but continued. "You can stay at our place for a bit if you're scar--"

"I'm not fucking /scared/," Katsuki hissed. Kirishima flinched back and Katsuki forced himself to calm down with a deep breath.

His friends were just trying to... help. He knew he looked like a fucking mess, and coming out talking about some supernatural shit to boot? It was only natural they'd worry.

"It's fine," Katsuki said finally, voice low but calmer. "It's bullshit, probably just stress."

"Or maybe you just gotta get laid!"

Kaminari regretted that one.

~~
Katsuki was hyperaware of his surroundings every time he was home. It was so bad, he hardly spent time there. He couldn't focus on his studies and he was getting next to no sleep, afraid that he'd see the mysterious stranger.

But when he noticed his grades slipping... well,

Katsuki couldn't fucking have that.

"Listen up, asshole!" Katsuki yelled, slamming the door open. "The gig's up! Get the fuck out!"

The door closed behind him with a bam! and everything was eerily silent.

The sight Katsuki made at that moment must have been something.

"Ya hear me, you fucking waste of space?!"

His stomach was up in his throat and his hands were sweating like an open faucet, but he'd be damned if he let any of that apprehension show on his face.

But nothing happened. No cold air. No touches. No stupid, curly head appearing.

Katsuki threw his head back with a long, drawn out groan of agony. He was going crazy and at this rate he was grasping at straws.

Striding over to his coffee table, Katsuki chucked his bookbag on the floor and tore a crumpled up packet of paper.

If this really was a ghost, then he could just leave! Katsuki had searched it up. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred outside of the apartment, so the thing was probably tied down to the building itself!

Katsuki's eyes racked over the listings of available apartments, whipping

his phone out to start contacting places but the moment he unlocked it the screen blinked once, twice, and then blacked out.

"What the fuck?" Katsuki growled. Shitty fucking battery!

He dove for the phone charger but the phone... still didn't turn on.

"Are you fucking kidding

me?!"

A ghost of a giggle had Katsuki's entire body freezing. That mother /fucker/--

"Now you show yourself, you shit?!" Katsuki hollered, jerking his head around to find an empty room.

But he was here, Katsuki knew it. The room's temperature had dropped.

"You think this is fucking funny, bastard?! Lookin' down on me?!"

If he was crazy before, Katsuki was definitely off his rocker now. He was yelling at an empty room, for fuck's sake, but the frustration and lack of sleep was catching up to him. The dreams, the glimpses of

nothing, the sounds!

"At least I've got a fucking /life/!"

Everything went so quiet at the moment, like someone had taken the volume dial and turned it all the way down. No cars honked, no pans clanking or children screaming across the paper thin walls.

The room was unnaturally still, like time had stopped, and Katsuki couldn't move.

"Wh-" He choked on nothing, his throat clenching under nothing.

He couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't /breathe/--

Katsuki's dead phone slipped from his hand, clattering to the floor and suddenly everything was rushing back to him like a tsunami. He gasped for breathe like a drowning man breaking the surface, hunching over and coughing. The cars honked, pans clattered, children screamed.

Everything in his body screamed to get out, get as far away as possible but like /fuck/ Bakugou fucking Katsuki was running away from a fucking ghost, of all things!

"That all you got, bastard?" Katsuki growled. He ignored the way his voice cracked and pushed himself up

to his feet.

"Ṇ̻̠͔͓̳̩o͖̅,͔̠̣͉̘̱ ͔̻a̰͇̥̋ͣ͐c̪̋̒͒ͥ̌̑̌t̫͖̻̫û͉̰͈̹̻̤̎̈́̓͆ͅa̳l͔̠̏̽ľ̝̜̬̝͐ͦͧ̎̈͒y̗̬̏͊ͅ.͍̝͕̙͓͊̃̐͐ͅ"

Katsuki pivoted, searching the room like mad. "Where the fuck--"

Cold hands slid up his sides, under his shirt. Katsuki opened his mouth to yell but nothing came out.

"Ī̻ ͉̥͍͚͐ͩc̥̩͔̥͙̠ͯ̒̆͐a͍̫̥̲̝̞̓̄n͍̖̦̗̠̜͑̍̊͐͋ ̦̦͔̣̯̬̊͑̊͌ͣd͓̣͎̰o͕͉͈͆̑̅ͩ̔ͪͦ ͑̇̽̒̐m̘̫̠̮̯͓͌̆ͫ̉̿̋ö̞͌͆̒ͪr̖͖̟̙̳̿͆ë̠̮̫̟͖̰́̃̈ͦ̆ͦ̈́.̬̻͔̈́͛͊̽̆ͣ"

This motherfucker probably couldn't bleed, but Katsuki was suddenly, and irrevocably, out for blood.

He recognized that voice now that it was up against his ear. It was--weird, disembodied, distorted, but it was the voice from his dreams. The same dreams that had been

keeping him awake, driving him /crazy/.

"Fuck...you--" Katsuki spit between clenched teeth. Speaking felt like pulling teeth out but he pushed through it with pure, unadulterated rage and bloodlust. "I'll fuckinnhg kill you--"

"Six years too late."

Katsuki's eyes snapped open. He was on his stomach and there was a very real, albeit cold body sitting on the backs of his thighs.

"But that's not important," the voice continued, clear as water now.

"What--" Katsuki gasped, fighting the unseeable force keeping him frozen and

craning his neck as far as he could. It came to no surprise that it was the same man he'd seen in the bathroom, under the kotatsu, in his fucking /dreams/.

"Get off," Katsuki snarled viciously, glaring up at the serene smile.

Every dream came back in a tidal wave of arousal and bone-deep humiliation. This man, this /monster/, whatever he was, had taken Katsuki in his dreams in more ways than he could count. It was a small fucking mercy that he couldn't remember once he woke up, but now it was all

pouring in with once glimpse of this--

"/Deku/."

"K͕͇̩a̦͈̓̌̈́̔̆̂c͕͓͈͋͋͒͆͑̚c̖̟͉ͧ̓ͯͤ́h̺̜̗̰̏ͭͨạ̇ͥn̮͗,̖̞͈" the fucker simpered, his calm smile slithering into something chillingly impish.

When he tried to move his arms, Katsuki found them bound behind his back by one immovable, pale hand and he snarled, thrashing like a wild animal. The strength the apparition exhibited was disproportionate to his actual build. He was tall and wide, but too lean to feel like

a brick wall was restraining him.

"I'm surprised you can still move so much," he murmured, that creepy smile still on his lips. "You're a lot more agreeable in your dreams, you know?"

Katsuki scoffed; what a fucking joke. In his dreams, Katsuki had taken to calling him Deku,

an alternate, derogatory reading of the ghost's name. The only thing keeping his pride intact was the fact that Katsuki /hadn't/ been as "agreeable" as Deku was insinuating.

He hadn't been disagreeable, though.

"Fuck you," Katsuki spat.

"Yeah?" Deku rasped, his voice almost slipping into that static, disembodied garble.

The ghost spread his legs, fully straddling Katsuki's thighs now, and pushed his hips forward. Something hard pressed up against Katsuki's ass and his face went up in flames.

"You shitty fucking ghost--"

"Would you?"

"Would I /what/? Kick your ass?"

"F͖̖͍̦ͣ̉ű͇̲̠ͅc͍̲͙̲̉ͬ̎̎ͫ͌̈́k͖̬̘͓̪͓̠̿ͥ̈́ͭ̂͊ ̰̭͕̯̻̩̂m̭͉̙͍̘̹̺͗̌̽̀̍e̙̥̝̻.̮͕̙̳̯ͣ͊͑"

T̷̮̜̱̦̫̮̼̝̗͂̏̒͂̊̈́͒̈́͠B̸̩͔̺͚̳̂̎͘͢͝͡C͚̻̝͈͍͔͉͊͐̀̓̅̾͊̂̄͡

"Like hell I would you dead fucker!"

"Did you like it better when I did it?" Deku leaned down, his lips almost pressed to Katsuki ear. "Last I remember, you were begging for it."

Katsuki remembered, too. Even in his dreams, the fucker was cold to the touch. There was

something about the difference in temperature, simultaneoisly cooling his burning insides and lighting him on fire.

God, what would it be like to sink his cock into that cool heat and wipe that smug grin off the motherfucker's face?

"Don't you wanna find out?" the ghost

answered his thoughts. "You can."

Katsuki glared, refusing to budge even when his cock twitched in interest, already half hard. It was the principle of it, his /pride/ was on the fucking line; how desperate could he be to fuck a ghost?

"I̷̙͙̦̣͛̔̇͗̐̐̇̏̋̽̐ ̶͓͖͔̌̂̒͒̈́̐̈́͂̏̿ẅ̶̨̱̺͕̠̺͉́̾a̶̢̢̢̖̠̺̙̪̬͙̹̙̝̻̹̥̐̉̎̂̈͋̚͜͝ͅñ̵̗͓̘̝̺̱͔̝̪̘̮̱̳̔̅̕͠ţ̸̧̘͈̳̣̀͌́̆̂̂͘ ̵͇̤̮̫̻́̓̅̚͝y̴̧̨̛̳̬̦̬͔̱͐̊̅͋͜o̴̯̊̓͐̍͆͗͋̂̀u̴̡̧̨͔͇̯̯̠̦͓̭̭͍͕̥͈͂̎͘ ̶̨̢̧̥̰̺̬͙̭̩̓͜͜ͅͅͅt̷͇̞͍̫̝͕͉͑͐̈̉͆̀̊̀̒͒͌͊́͑̽̌̽̚͜͠͝͠ọ̷̠̮̠̪̝̗͈̘͓̼̥̩̗͇̈́̃͑͂͂͑̀̈̿̕.̴̛̪̳̳͈̩͐͊̑̀̄̈̾͑̋̎̄͘͝͠͝͝"

A grin slowly crept across Katsuki's face.

"Why should I fuck you?" he taunted, glaring from the corner of his eye. "Coz you're a needy fucking slut that can't even die properly?"

Deku straightened, his face falling into an unreadable expression.

"Couldn't get fucked when you

were alive?" Katsuki barreled on nonetheless, high on the power trip. "You're telling me you stayed in this shitty apartment waiting for someone to stuff you full of co--ahk!"

The air was yanked from his lungs--

"Ỹ̸͚̟̀̎̓̽̀õ̸̡̻͈ų̵̢̮̞͙̮̣̒̔̓̀̀ ̷̼̬͚͔͂̉̈́͌̏̔d̵̨̻͈̮̺̪̾̾̈́̒̒ö̴͎̦̲̯̦̗́͠n̴̫̽̊'̷̢̐͐̓̒̑̈́͝t̸̢̥̀̄̿͆̍͘͝ ̴͖̜͔̟̀̆k̸̹̑n̵̠͚̱̥̫͕̆o̴̧̹̜̗͔̤̮̺̽w̵͎̗̹̼̓ ̴̗̹͓̻̬̂̎̈́͐͝à̶̪̯̼͚̰͍̲̅̾̎͝͝n̷̛̳̝͙̿͛͑̃y̶̥̞̣̘̿̊̓͑̐t̸̮͖̘͍̓̏̀͝ḧ̷̭̥͚̗̬i̶̙͌͊̒̚n̶̼̭̗̦̮̞͈͋̋̿̍g̶̺͑́̿̒̈́̈͂.̴̛̯̖̻̻̻̬̰͖͊̒̓̚͝"

--and shoved back in.

Katsuki choked, violent coughs wracking his frame.

He should have been scared. If it was anyone else, they would have pissed their pants and fainted by now. Everything about this shitty situation was /wrong/--

And yet the cum staining the inside of his boxer briefs told a different story.

Katsuki strained to catch his breath. The blackness that had seeped into his vision receded as he recovered, along with the ringing in his ears. What the fuck had just happened?

"Amazing," a voice whispered above him, almost reverently. "Kacchan's amazing."

"Fuck you," Katsuki snarled, but he was loathe to find how weak and breathy the insult was. Even worse was the shudder that ripped down his spine that the bastard had no doubt felt.

"You keep saying that," Deku hummed. Cold fingers pushed Katsuki's shirt up his back, skimmed

the sensitive skin along his spine. "Are you ever gonna actually do it?"

Katsuki jerked away from the gentle touch and when he opened his eyes to glare and spit more insults, he found himself on his back with the apparition straddling his waist.

The dark green hoody Deku wore looked several sizes too big and the collar of his plain t-shirt was stretched out from overuse. He was pale, no doubt due to his ghostly disposition, but the faintest trace of freckles were visible, dotting the young man's cheeks and

collarbones. Katsuki had licked and bitten at that neck, sucked dark marks to life on his otherwise lifeless body.

The smirk splitting Deku’s face in half jarred Katsuki from his roaming thoughts.