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@kuroboro
☁ # kuroboro : private & selective OBORO SHIRAKUMO / KUROGIRI from kōhei horikoshi’s my hero academia — — an exploration of loneliness , identity , & guilt through trauma , both past and present ☁ grounded by EROS ☁ UNAFFILIATED WITH THE BNHA RPC ☁ read rules & about before following ☁ est. 1/13/2022 ☁ CARRD. PROMO.
Horror Business: Part 7
offers u all a little kiss <3
oh but before i go , new icon courtesy of @reallytinydog who drew all my blorbos for me as a late xmas present (full thing below)
another update , i guess . i went through && softblocked a lot of people i either a) wasn’t writing with , b) was barely writing with , c) has a multifandom multi && isn’t a close friend, or d) any combination of the three .
i came to the conclusion that because my interest in bnha is waning ( it’ll come back , it always does , just not right now ) being on my dash is already unpleasant , but now it’s 90% fandoms idk anything about , with no interest in writing crossovers ( or right now , no interest in even writing bnha stuff lol . )
so all this to say , while i don’t plan on abandoning oboro or my other bnha blogs permanently , i have no intention of being here in any meaningful way right now . when i do return , i’m probably dropping most of my threads .
if i softblocked you : i don’t mind if you refollow when i come back , but i need to clear my dash for now to even consider it .
if you have me on discord , you know how to reach me , && in the meantime , i’ll be on other blogs . appreciate you guys !
im gonna try to come back BUT
1) i start tech tomorrow and i’m about to be entering a marathon of not having time for anything besides work from now until may
2) i’m gonna be softblocking some people i haven’t written with / who i don’t see myself writing with, so that my dash isn’t cluttered. i will also probably be dropping threads.
hey besties , small update . not dead , && not abandoning oboro ! just a small activity drop as my schedule picks up && my attention is back on star trek rather than bnha . i’ll be around sporadically ; you can reach me on discord anytime !
hey y’all im probably not gonna be here much this weekend, im visiting my parents. but i’ll be back next week!!
oh, the sweet irony of his death. designed for this life—yet never meant to endure it
What happened?
i dropped a goldfish cracker in the bathtub :(
☁ critaero / kuro
Before he can get his bearings and flee, the other speaks, and it makes him freeze in place. Though a part of him doesn’t believe it at first, the sight of the other is undeniable.
The silent noumu stares up at the other, and even with his limited range of emotions it’s obvious that it’s with disbelief. It makes sense though, as far as Kuro knew this man was dead quite a few years ago. As far as any of them knew. He’s not sure what emotions he’s feeling in that moment, and it takes him a beat to reply. First he starts to in JSL, but then he’s unsure if the other even knows it, so he resorts to defaults. A notepad taken from his bag and words hastily scribbled down.
‘I thought you were dead.’ great way to start.
he stares at the words on the page , mouth slightly agape . he’s struggling to keep the fog at bay , for the sake of the other people on the sidewalk passing by . if he causes a scene , he won’t be allowed out anymore . actually , if anyone from the facility knew he’d run into someone from his past , that would be enough to keep him cooped up inside forever , probably .
but he’s not really thinking about that right now . instead , without a second thought , oboro hunches down && grabs the younger in a hug .
“ i’m sorry , ” he chokes out , gripping him tightly .
☁ veroxins / hero
“ well you didn’t have to remind me about that. ” daiten huffs. she takes a seat, sitting acrossed from the nomu. ” but no, not completely. ” all she needs to do is to try to get information. all she needs to do is to avoid making the nomu upset, or making it shut down again —– easy peasy.
“ you say you don’t want to hurt us, but you were at USJ … did something change or ? ”
he peers at her inquisitively , flame - like eyes slanted with curiosity . “ i seem to have struck a nerve . ” kurogiri sounds amused , a slight rumble in his throat that might have been a laugh .
“ we had a specific goal at the usj . a goal which , in the time that’s passed , has become obsolete . i know when i have been bested . a single hero student is not worth the effort . ”
☁ the-b0neyard / kuitami satsuka
She’d already had to speak with several other people. A woman, claiming to be her sister. A sister that she does not have. Doctors, mostly from there, and police officers. She’s restrained, behind glass. She als ohad to talk to the other men, the blonde one, and Eraserhead. She had not liked that. It was uncomfortable ,and they asked too many questions and spoke too much of sentimental things that were of no value to her.
But this one, he is the worst yet.
Eraserhead is still present, using his erasure quirk to neutralize the brunt of her quirk, so she cannot harm any of them. The black mutation quirk that marrs her skin is present still however, covering her face, with only white eyes and a permanent white “smile” visible under unkempt black hair. Her expression hasnt changed, she isn’t exactly able to change it, but she’s annoyed, and she fidgets in her restraints to show that.
“I do not know you.” She says, her voice strained. “I have never known you, I do not WISH to know you. Any of you!” She addresses the people behind the glass. Their names hit her, though. There’s an itch in her mind- Shouta, Hizashi… Satsuka, who is she? Why is that name so familiar?
Of course. Her first victim, in a way.
“This is the only way I am, you foolish man!” She snarls through that eerie, white smile. “This is me, I am Kuitami, and this Satsuka you speak of?” She leans forward as far as she can, unkempt hair falling more over those white eyes that bare the same smiling shape of his lost friend. “She is dead, and I killed her!” Even through her flat voice the rage is rapidly becoming clear. Someone makes a note that they should sedate her, that this wasn’t working, but Eraserhead insists that Oboro continue.
“She doesn’t usually talk this much. Keep her talking.”
more than anything , oboro wishes he could just be close to her , touch her . maybe that would be enough . it makes his heart ache to see his friend in such distress , scared && angry && so unaware of who he is , of who she is . but there’s a thick layer of glass separating them , his voice reaching her only through a speaker . she’s so different , && yet . . . so similar .
“ no , you’re wrong , you do , && i’ll help you remember ! we just have to — ”
she is dead , && i killed her !
oboro’s expression falls , && he takes a couple of steps back , bumping into shouta standing just behind him . distantly , he hears his friend’s voice , but the words don’t process . he presses a closed fist to his mouth , && reaches out with his other hand , gripping onto shouta’s arm tightly . “ okay , ” he says , not entirely sure what he’s even agreeing to .
after a minute , he regains his composure , turning back to the restrained figure behind the glass . “ she’s not dead , ” oboro insists , even if technically , that’s not true . “ as long as you’re here in front of me , she’ll NEVER really be dead ! we were friends , we went to school together ! you wanted to be in the hero course just like us , more than anything ! maybe — ” he falters , voice cracking , “ maybe if you hadn’t been so determined , none of this would have . . . ”
☁ beastincidents / inui
Ryo’s shirtless when he arrives, to avoid any tearing; but the blazer, shirt, and tie sit neatly folded next to Kan on the bleachers.
He just barks, and, taking Oboro’s question as confirmation of his own readiness, he charges at him, hoping to slam into Oboro’s torso and throw him to the ground.
he’s ready for the initial attack — of course the other boy would use brute force first . oboro grins && runs forward as well , just enough to build up some momentum . then , before ryo crashes into him , oboro drops to the ground , sliding forward && between his legs until he’s behind him .
“ ha ! too slow ! ”
probably gonna queue stuff .
☁ bouqueue / fujiko
She falls silent at his response, at his commentary about missing All Might. Gaze drifting to his face as her fingertips run down the sides of it, down his neck and throat. Her thumb pressing firmly at a lovebite she’s left on him, the placement awkward but easy to hide should he decide to.
“I never liked All Might.” She confesses quietly. A rare bout of honesty, one that probably shouldn’t be spoken at all considering the near worship most people had of the retired Pro. “What he did, the things he encouraged, they were and still are dangerous. Not everyone can do what he did, but they will try to. And the damage left in the wake of that - be it death and grief of loved ones, or just mental trauma and stress… He sets a dangerous example for children and adults by not letting them know the hardships as well, how dangerous it really is.”
She frowns, gaze returning to the television as she muses out loud. “It’s all fun and heroic until you die, then what is it? What is left, Oboro, if you die? A grave? A memorial? Memories? Your friends, your family will never see you again. Do they acknowledge that, in your schools? The fact that most of you will never live to retire, but will instead die? Do they force you to make peace with that at a young age, before you even understand what it means to truly live?”
the gentle domesticity of it is what soothes him , makes him feel comfortable like this . it doesn’t matter if she doesn’t love him — hell , he’s not sure he loves her either , but whatever this little bit of their lives they’re sharing with each other is , he’s content with it .
he’s surprised by the admittance — people don’t usually say they don’t like all might unless they’re villains or endeavor himself , although that’s changed somewhat since his retirement . still , maybe oboro shouldn’t be surprised , considering who she is , who she’s connected to . but the explanation fujiko gives is NOT what he expects , and he actually sits up , giving his full focus to the conversation .
“ isn’t it better that he used his power to do what he did ? should he have not used it ? he helped so many people . . . ” he frowns a bit , listening as she goes on . it’s . . . an oddly sweet sentiment . almost without thinking , he reaches out , lacing his fingers with hers .
“ they . . . didn’t , not when i was in school . i think that’s changing . at least when shouta is teaching . ” oboro looks at her . “ i . . . don’t think we can BLAME the heroes doing their jobs for setting a bad example . i was one of those kids . reckless , headstrong , willing to throw myself into danger && throw my life away because i could . i had too much pride , && too much enthusiasm . this injury . . . ” he brushes his fingers over the scars along his forehead , “ the doctors said it should have killed me . no one is struck by a collapsing building && trapped under the rubble && survives . i don’t know WHY i did . but i had a brush with death , && i don’t blame all might , or any other hero for that . now , shouta makes sure his students don’t learn to be self - sacrificing && reckless . maybe I wasn’t raised with that caution , && maybe it’s too late for me to unlearn bad behavior . ” he laughs a little . “ but i have to believe things are changing for the better . ”
sorry i haven’t been here all day writing makes me 🤢 and im not feelin great vibes today
☁ beastincidents / inui & kan
He’s not sure if this guy is stupid or brave. Or both. But the challenge has been accepted, so he can’t get in trouble this time.
“You saw me fight Kan. Fighting you will be different.” You’re small.
And with that, he turns, stalking off towards the training ground while Kan follows, whispering something into his ear.
oboro trots after him , only stopping to grab his bō staff from storage . he meets the pair at ground gamma a few minutes later . he doesn’t have backup , no one at his side encouraging him or offering words of advice , but he doesn’t need it . it’s not like this is a serious fight . they’re just having fun , blowing off steam .
oboro sheds his uniform blazer && ties his shirt around his waist . he surveys the training ground for a moment before settling his gaze on ryo .
“ ready ? ”
