The camera seems to set up to face a hospital bed now. A boy sits in the middle of the bed, sitting cross legged in a pair of loose, pink sweat pants and an over-sized t-shirt. Messy dark hair frames a pale face and familiar dark eyes stare dead at the camera, though the bag under them are notably less. His face is boy-ish looking and there’s a small bit of stubble on his chin but not much else.
Aizawa: Old Lady Nemuri said I should introduce myself, though from what I gathered you all already know who I am, so I don’t see the logic in it. *He frowns and looks off to the side, shrugging.* Anyways I’m Shouta Aizawa and--
Aizawa: *He lets out a loud oomph as another boy hops onto the bed next to him and throws an arm around Shouta’s shoulders in a side hug. He’s quite a bit taller than Shouta, and his hair is fluffy and a very light blue, and his eyes are also a blue, though a darker shade with, oddly enough, what looks like yellow pupils. He’s dressed in a loose t-shirt and a pair of dark blue sweatpants.* Oboro seriously! Get your own video! *Shouta huffs and he tries in vain to shove the taller boy off him.*
Oboro: No! *Oboro says loudly with a wide grin, leaning on Shouta more, almost knocking the smaller boy off the bed at this point. Shouta huff and gives one last shove to get himself back up right again. In the end they both settle for sitting side by side with on the bed, with one of Oboro’s arms still around Shouta’s shoulders.*
Oboro: You should really stop calling Nemi that, Sho. She’s going to rip you a new one, *Oboro snickers and Shouta rolls his eyes.*
Aizawa: She’s old now, so it fits, *Shouta shrugs and then looks at Oboro with a deadpanned stare and says,* You might as well introduce yourself too, cloud boy.
Oboro: Oh shit, you’re right! *Oboro gasps before looking straight at the camera,* Hi! I’m Oboro Shirakumo. *He waves a bit with a lopsided grin.*
Oboro: I’m this one’s, *He pinches Shouta’s cheek. Shouta glares at him and snaps his teeth at his fingers as he pulls away, making Oboro let out a small “eep!” at almost having his fingers be bitten.* And Hizashi’s best friend!
Aizawa: More like one half of my eternal punishment, *Shouta deadpans, looking straight at the camera.*
Oboro: Is Zashi the other half?
Oboro: *He smirks and leans closes to Shouta and boops his nose lightly, saying in a sing-son voice,* You married him though~.
Aizawa: *He goes wide eyed and a blush slowly creeps up his cheeks. He quickly snags a pillow out form behind himself and smacks Oboro in the face with it hard enough to make a small ‘whap!’ sound. He then he proceeds to flop on his back, now covering his own face with the pillow.*
Oboro: *He laughs, righting himself again and rubbing his head. He grins and grabs the camera, bringing it closer to himself and whispers,* He’s still processing Nemuri telling him that. *He looks from side to side dramatically and then leans forward, free hand cupping his mouth,* I, for one, am so freaking thrilled that I won’t have to listen to them pine for each other anymore. I’ve been trying to get them to date since forever!
Oboro: *Behind him, just over his shoulder, Shouta can be seen, now sitting up and glaring at Oboro, hair starting to float upwards and eyes taking on a red shine. Oboro’s eyes go wide,* Pray for me! *He says before quickly turning off the camera.*
