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"Shirakumo..."
It would be a lie to claim that they don't hurt - both Oboro's words, and the look on his face as he says them. Shouta's sure that he doesn't manage to stop that hurt from showing on his own face even as he attempts to keep it hidden.
He wants to reassure Oboro immediately, to tell him he's wrong, but this isn't just about how Shouta feels. Without knowing what Oboro's thinking, he could end up just causing him more grief... maybe he wants to move on for his own sake, and Shouta's attempts at keeping him close are only stifling him; keeping him trapped - as much as the thought alone makes him ache unbearably. But if the driving force behind his words is instead a sense of obligation... and Oboro's only trying to distance himself due to guilt, then... Shouta can't let that go on.
"You'd never hold me back." Shouta says first, firmly. "Still, I'm... sorry. That was unfair of me to say."
It's strange, talking to him like this, no longer a peer who's equal to him in age, but a teenager the same age as his students. Stranger yet to be the one reassuring him this time, unlike when they were kids. Yet even though a part of Shouta grieves what could've been, it's more than enough for him to have Oboro in his life at all.
"But, Shirakumo- are you saying that because it's really what you want? Or do you just think you don't deserve it?" Shouta's never been good with giving comfort, but it's clear he's trying his hardest to be careful with everything he's saying now. Each word is deliberate and gentle, moreso than most would ever expect from him.
"If you really want us to step away, then... that's fine. But you don't have to. Things will never be the same as before, but I don't need them to be. I still..." he hesitates, looking pained only for a moment- "I'd always be happy to have you in my life. ...If that's what you want, too. It doesn't matter how different things are now."
Oboro turns his head away. It's not what he wanted at all. He wanted to stay here with his friends. But there was such a gap between them now. Months of rehabilitation, learning his own body, and the world around them. Nothing felt right anymore.
He'd seen the look in the eyes of heroes, and friends. Some pitying him, some wary of him. Either way he felt like he didn't belonged anywhere. As much as his friends were there, sometimes suffocatingly so. He couldn't help but think he was dragging everyone down. Distracting them from the real, important work.
"But I'm just." He ran a hand through his hair, looking back down at the mug in his other hand before shrugging. "Floating."
"We were supposed to be together for the rest of our lives, you know. Now I'm. Behind." He tries to force a smile across his face but it only falters, straining it as if it would somehow stop the tears that threatened to fall.
Chayi sighed and shook her head. Her lips curved into a slight smirk.
"Why am I not surprised?"
Her cousins could be like little tornados carving up paths of destruction when they got into a scuffle. Chayi didn't hesitate to start helping Gran Gran clean up.
"I'm good! Been trying to keep training and keep in shape. Happy body, happy mind, you know?" She replied, tilting her head as she continued, "How have you been?"
"That's great to hear." Her wrinkles becoming more pronounced as she looked fondly upon her granddaughter, sitting back upon her chair as Chayi helped picked up the other's mess.
"I've been well. Busy." She smiled. Healing and teaching others in the water tribe to heal. "Things have really been picking up lately."
// finally back from holiday stuff and back to writing!
PROMPTS FROM GOTHAM * assorted dialogue from season 3 of the tv show, adjust as necessary
is that why you're here? to ask questions you already know the answers to?
you know what makes a hero? a man who values protecting others above protecting himself.
i'm so sorry this happened.
that's it? no "welcome back?"
wars are fought one battle at a time.
you belong behind bars.
this city was built because of men like me.
so you did some good. so what? doesn't mean you're above the law. nobody is.
you look gorgeous. no surprise.
you need to leave, right now.
[name], where the hell are you?
why does it feel like we keep saying goodbye?
it was such a pleasant surprise when i discovered that the two of you were together. you know, after the gag reflex.
did you just fake cough?
you don't have any whiskey, do you?
it seems you left dinner just in time.
we'll keep an eye on him.
once a criminal, always a criminal.
i don't know what i would do if something happened to you.
like an idiot, i would wake up thinking, hoping that the next day, you would show up at my door.
after everything that's happened, you really have nothing to say to me?
i bet you were close growing up.
you want to explain yourself?
have you changed your mind?
you wanted to talk.
what do you have to offer?
surprised to see me?
wow. so this is where you live.
i feel like i walked into something.
i do not want to get in trouble. odd as it might seem, i do enjoy working here.
you don't control me anymore.
what the hell are you doing here?
why didn't you kill me?
if i didn't know better, i'd accuse you of being a sentimentalist.
sounds like you're busy. maybe i should go.
what happens when there aren't anymore?
i don't think this place is running out of monsters anytime soon.
i get to go home when i want, get drunk when i want.
hello? we're closed.
this is harder than i thought.
i'm happy for you.
it's not a compliment.
if you leave now, i won't call the cops.
any chance you want to come quietly?
you taking care of yourself?
you okay, [name]? world getting you down?
just trying to be nice.
it's a puzzle. the trick is opening it.
it was a lovely thought.
hear that? you should be lauded.
you have a family here.
i imagine you're here about your offer.
i only want what's best for you.
good luck finding anyone to take that job.
someone should do a story on you.
i got nothing to say.
i was going to say it's hard to find a quiet bar in the city.
i like coming here.
why are you being so kind?
i know the feeling.
details can be distracting. sometimes, a simple solution is best.
drop the gun.
i'm sorry i was gone for so long.
what the hell are you doing?
we had a deal.
you're a son of a bitch.
i knocked.
was a new alarm system really necessary?
i imagine you have some ideas.
you tried to kill me.
is that why you're angry?
for someone who has everything, you have no idea what you actually want.
there are about thirty witnesses.
why would he leave?
no one's ever looked at me like that.
i've never had a friend. i've never had anyone.
you have no idea what it's like to spend your whole life alone.
people are overrated.
Kudo watched Yoichi carefully. Noticing how he seemed pained, but like he'd also resigned himself to the fact that his brother could never be saved. That nothing in the world could redeem the man who was barely even a man anymore. Not even Yoichi.
He watches how the other walked to the window. He seemed to be doing that a lot.
"Come on. Let's go outside for a bit." It wasn't a question. Nor a suggestion.
"What?" Yoichi's head fell to the side, a bewildered look across his face. His gaze turns back to the window, frowning. The outside world had become something of a fairy tale. Even the short amount of time he was out of his "room" to get here he barely saw anything.
"I don't know if that's a good idea."
The instant Oboro's face even twitches with the beginnings of pain, Shouta immediately finds himself stepping forward, heart leaping into his chest and arms slightly raised as if to reach out. He doesn't go any further than that, though. Not so much because he recognizes there's nothing he can do, but because he still feels frozen - in that state of complete and utter disbelief, fearing that if he goes too far, Oboro might disappear again.
But then Oboro laughs. Even if it's a quiet one, too quiet for the man Shouta once knew when they were both young... something about it makes him want to cry. For the first time, it feels like Oboro is actually here. Alive, and himself - an absurd impossibility that he'd been too afraid to actually hope for. Shouta's eyes begin to sting just looking at him.
"Shirakumo..." He's scared to say anything, too fearful to give an appropriate response at all. Surely, both of them must know exactly what Shouta meant when he asked him what he did, but apparently Oboro's more than willing to joke about it - which might have made him feel worse if it weren't for the overwhelming relief that it fills him with instead. Is he trying to reassure Shouta?
As his suddenly knees become weak, the hero just barely manages to collapse onto a bedside chair instead of falling where he stands.
"Shirakumo, I-" I missed you. I'm sorry. There's too much he wants to say, but he can't seem to find the words. "Are you okay? You're..." A stupid question - obviously he's not. Shouta wants to respond to Oboro's words properly, to smile back at him and reassure him in turn... in the end, he doesn't quite manage that, but he does add on-
"Your sense of humor... could use some work."
The overwhelming urge to jump out of bed and hug his friend, and never let him go again. he was trying not to start crying. He knows Shouta, he knows Shouta would never blame him for what Kurogiri had done. Despite the things he'd watched his body do.
"Aw, come on, Shouta. I have 10 years worth of material to try out." How long had it been? He hadn't been counting. His laugh turns into a cough, pulling back into himself. He wished he could be mad at Kurogiri for not taking care of their body, but he found it hard to blame the Nomu. He'd gotten attached to Shigaraki as well.
Shirakumo still pushed another smile across his face, hiding the aches and soreness radiating though the body with another weakened smile. In no world does he think pushing it down and hiding it will make Shouta stop worrying. His friend is too perceptive for that. But he does it anyway, reaching his hand out toward the other. It's a far cry from the crushing bear hug he want's to give. But it will do.
Shipping call!
I'm mostly just gonna list what ships I really wanna write rn under the cut. Reminder I'm multiship but I only do one ship per verse! :)
Not all muses and ships are listed here, these are just the ones that I'm itching to write so feel free to jump in my messages if you want any others!
↪⟬ @minimultimuse asked: “you look proud. that worries me.” - Geto to Gojo ⟭
"As you should be, Suguru." Gojo grins, blue eyes sparkling behind his blindfold. When shouldn't people be worried about him, to be honest. "I am very proud. But mostly of my students. Which should worry you even more."
"And what have you been teaching those students that should worry me, Satoru?" His eyes were tired, trying focus on planning the next months lesson plans, and of course the up coming excursion. He was well accustomed to Satoru interrupting him in his room. Locking the door never seemed to work, so he never bothered to stop him anymore.
"Aren't you supposed to be doing something?"
// I’m gonna be very busy this week but I wanna chip away at stuff so!
Like this and I’ll write you a starter using things from your meme tag!
Specify muse(s) / verses if you want in the replies, a simple “Oboro from the near-miss verse against my Hizashi!” will do!
Kudo had a feeling he still didn't know everything about Yoichi or everything his brother had done to him — but that was okay. He didn't have to know everything. He saved him. That was the important part.
"No need to thank me." Kudo answers, not unkindly; just genuine. "Maybe he has. Somewhere. But I think he's way past the point of wanting to have any humanity."
"He doesn't." Yoichi looked pained, looking suddenly interested in the ground. He wanted to believe it. Maybe part of him still did. But he knew what the reality was. Nothing he could do would fix this brothers humanity.
He slowly stepped toward the window. One of the first things he's wanted to do once he escaped was sit outside in the sun, and feel the grass. But he knew it was too risky to walk out there on his own. He didn't want to become a burden on Kudo or Lee.
"I'm still going to keep thanking you."
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Hello i will slowly be moving in from Twitter 😼
This is my design of post-war Kurogiri/Oboro uhhyea
› TENSION LINER PROMPTS
"I dare you to try."
"Do you always get close?"
"You’re pushing my limits."
"Stop looking at me like that."
"I’m losing control here."
"You have no idea, do you?"
"I can’t resist you anymore."
"Stay back, or don’t."
"I know what you want."
"This is getting dangerous now."
"You’re too tempting for me."
"I shouldn’t want this, but…"
"I don’t play fair, remember?"
"Careful, you’re testing me."
"You’re just making it worse."
"You’re too close for comfort."
"Do you always push buttons?"
"Stop before I kiss you."
"You’re making it too hard."
"I can’t stop thinking about you."
"I want you too much."
"You know exactly what you’re doing."
"I’m not playing games here."
"You’ve crossed the line now."
"Keep pushing, and you’ll regret it."
"This is dangerous, isn’t it?"
"I’m trying not to care."
"Don’t make me regret this."
"You’re playing with fire."
"You don’t know what’s coming."
"I shouldn’t be this close."
"We’re getting dangerously close now."
"I can feel the heat."
"Don’t test me right now."
"I want you too badly."
"Don’t make me chase you."
"You’re distracting me, you know."
"I won’t fall for this."
"I want you, but…"
"What do you want from me?"
"I’ll never give in."
"I’m trying not to care."
"You’re playing with my patience."
"Don’t make this harder, please."
"I can’t stop this feeling."
"I’m already in too deep."
"You won’t walk away unscathed."
"You’re walking a fine line."
"I’m trying to stay calm."
"What are you doing to me?"
Shouta doesn't know what possessed him to say what he did. But even as he hears Oboro's response, and sees him smile... all he can do is stare.
It's as if he's forgotten how to speak. Maybe he's even forgotten even how to breathe. And it's strange, because... it's not like Shouta didn't know what to expect when he came here. In fact, when he'd first learned about Kurogiri alongside Hizashi, Shouta had been the one who'd held the most hope that Oboro was still in there somewhere - no matter how much he told himself that hope was a dangerous thing, or tried to talk himself out of it. After the war, though, it's almost as if their positions had reversed.
Hizashi became the one to visit most frequently, while Shouta had silently struggled. Seeing Kurogiri as he was - inactive, unresponsive, seemingly every part only the corpse he was made from... it had somehow become too difficult to bear. He didn't want to be that person, though, so he had been showing up more and more often as of late - and Shouta thought that that hope had slowly started to sprout in him again...
But now, he realizes that he could never fully bring himself to believe this was possible. For Oboro to return... just seemed impossible. Miracles like that don't happen to him.
In this moment, Shouta's mind is dead silent. All he can focus on is the shock and disbelief he feels, like static in his brain... and all of a sudden, he remembers the day Oboro died - when he thought he'd heard his voice cheering him on, encouraging him, like he always did - only to be told that none of it was real. Is that what's happening now? Or - despite the fear gripping his heart - could this really be...
"I... Shirakumo... is that you?" Maybe it's the casual greeting from Oboro that has him most shaken. It makes him sound like himself in a way Shouta hasn't heard for 15 years.
"You- woke up?"
His face twisted in pain while he attempted to sit up further, a hiss escaping between his teeth. His body drops back onto the thin mattress. Exhaustion had spread through his entire body, after pushing to take control back from his body for weeks? months? He wasn't sure when he first saw Shouta after all this time. He remembered being upset. Seeing how much older his friends had gotten and wishing he could have grown up by their side.
He wasn't sure how to tell them he'd seen it all. Seen how they begged and cried for him to come back, for Kurogiri to give him back. It was a battle between wanting to be honest with them, and not wanting them to worry about him. To over think their actions, and become bogged down with even more guilt.
"Who else would I be?" His laugh was weak as well, almost silent. A contrast to his
His body shuddered as he rolled over this time to better face Shouta. Really feeling the effects of Kurogiris shut down, and how the Nomu's grief affected his body. His body had begun to shut down as well and only made him look and feel worse.
"That was a joke, by the way."
// wondering if i should edit some of Oboro's icons, its hard to find fitting ones sometimes cause he's there for 5 seconds
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Themes of: Child Abuse & Neglect, Child Experimentation
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