bnha scenarios

shirakumo oboro | ⛈

[ MANGA SPOILERS ]

prompt: a recall of their romance before his death.
category: angst
character: cloudy best boy !!
word count: 1657
song: the one that got away by katy perry (cover by brielle)
requested by: BITTEN0REO

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Summer after high school, when we first met
We'd make out in your Mustang to Radiohead
And on my 18th birthday, we got matching tattoos
Used to steal your parents' liquor and climb to the roof
Talk about our future like we had a clue
Never planned that one day I'd be losing you

"WE'RE DEFINITELY NOT DOING THAT," Y/n laughed softly, pushing her boyfriend ever so slightly. Oboro dramatically rocked to the side, acting as if she had gravely wounded him. He laughed quietly beside her, taking a swig of the brown liquid they had stolen from her parent's cabinet.

Usually, he wasn't allowed over so late at night, but seeing that it was their daughter's eighteenth birthday, her parents had granted her some leeway. "What's so wrong with making our future Christmas tree with macaroni?" He wiggled his brows at her and she raised her left hand, threatening to flick his left arm.

The ink sac attached to his left bicep moved and he yelped, moving away from her in order to avoid her attack. "Don't do that, it'll hurt," Oboro whined childishly and she giggled at his reaction, making him roll his eyes. He set his bottle of alcohol on the rim of the roof, using his right hand to gently cup her jaw and tilt her face upwards.

"You're lucky you're really cute," His voice was soft and she smiled, her heart fluttering when his lips finally met hers.

In another life, I would be your girl
We'd keep all our promises, be us against the world
In another life, I would make you stay
So I don't have to say you were the one that got away
The one that got away

Y/n held the baby blue hoodie tighter, too scared to even wear it knowing it might get rid of his scent. Holed up in her room, her parents had tried to visit her and the only solace they got was seeing slightly less filled plates of food they'd leave. "We should knock," Outside her room, Hizashi and Aizawa had been pacing for the past few minutes.

Just a few days after Oboro's death, they knew better than to let her suffer alone; Hizashi and Aizawa had each other to rely on for that time, but she had no one. The black-haired male shrugged beside him, "You can keep debating if you want," His voice was low as if he was calling Hizashi pathetic.

Without another second of hesitation, Aizawa poised his hand above the door and knocked twice. Y/n, having heard them arguing in the hallway for a while, slowly opened the door. Her red-rimmed eyes landed on them and they fell quiet, watching her with a careful gaze. "He promised me," Her voice cracked and her head fell onto Aizawa's shoulder.

The male broke all over again and Hizashi teared up at the sight, all three of them falling to the floor as they held one another.

I was June and you were my Johnny Cash
Never one without the other, we made a pact
Sometimes when I miss you, I put those records on
Someone said you had your tattoo removed
Saw you downtown singing the blues
Never planned that one day I'd be losing you

Y/n sighed, putting her earbud in her ear and letting out a yelp when it had tugged on the other end. Her boyfriend gave her an impish grin and she rolled her eyes, kissing his cheek briefly as she pulled out her phone to shuffle through her playlist. They quietly listened to music, his head dropping onto her shoulder as he shut his eyes.