Set in the past, Sixteen years. Aizawa is female
After the battle that casted Oboro/Loudcloud his life, Aizawa is swallowed with grief. She not only lost her best friend but her boyfriend of three years.
That night, All For One sneaks into her apar...
No...it can't be. Oboro can't be dead. He can't, but, sinking to my knees before the rubble that crushed hem, I grab his hand.
Blood covers almost every inch of hem. Removing his glasses, combing his hair back, I lean down and kiss his cold bloody lips.
More tears fall as I pull away and close his eyes. The EMT'S place his body in a body bag and carry hem away. Throwing my head back, I cry in loss and agony over my beloved boyfriend.
Only ones who knew about our relationship was Present Mic and Midnight, both hugging me right now as I sob into Midnight's chest.
"Why. Why why." I cry as cops come and they take Garvey away. I cry till I can't no more and Mic leads me home soon after.
Unlocking the door, I walk in, the picture beside the door of me and Oboro. I touch the glass with my fingers and and take it off the wall. Pulling the back off, I take the picture out and hold it to my heart.
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I miss the goof ball, fresh tears fall as I sink to the floor and curl up, crying.
Hours later, after crying myself asleep, I lay on the couch and hold the picture tightly. I'm sound asleep when the floor creaks. Eyes snapped open, I cry as a rag is placed at my mouth.
Thrashing, white hair can be seen as a man in a dark suit holds me down and presses the rag on my face. Getting light headed, I gasp my eyes closing and I pass out.
