Sunny lay down in the Whitespace, staring into the nothingness that it had to offer. Omori bent down, staring straight into Sunny's dull eyes. The two of them stayed like that for a while. "When are you going to face the truth?" Omori muttered. Sunny didn't answer, his answer stuck in his throat. He only stared back. Omori went on. "It's not good for you to stay like this." Omori frowned and rolled his eyes. "I've already moved away. Facing the truth isn't going to do them any good." "It's not about them. It's about you." Omori leaned in, his nose almost touching Sunny's face. He gently closed his eyes. Then, Omori faded into darkness, turning into Sunny's shadow.
It seemed life a peaceful life, being a shadow. All you had to do was follow someone around without a care in the world, while the actual person had to deal with troublesome problems. It seemed like a dream.
Sunny groaned and sat up, cutting off his train of thoughts. Whitespace was where he went whenever he fell asleep. It looked exactly how the name makes it out to be. An infinite white space with only a few measly objects that Sunny didn't care about to fill its infinite space. No matter what direction you walk in, you'll always end up back at the start. The only thing that wasn't white was a black lightbulb that hung from no visible ceiling. It looked like it didn't hold any purpose on the surface. It didn't shed light. The darkness inside of it swirled around, trying to break out. Hopefully, the glass wouldn't break anytime soon. The string holding it up seemed to go on forever. Maybe it did.
Sunny looked towards the white wooden door. Sunny didn't feel like going into Headspace for some reason. He pulled out a knife that was sticking out of his back pocket and stabbed himself, right in the stomach. He doubled over, wincing at the pain. Of course, he never quiet got used to the feeling of stabbing himself, but it was the only way to leave this cursed place.
When Sunny woke up, he was in a car. Him and his family were on their way to the airport that was a couple hours away from their home-old house, he should say. They were heading straight to Japan. It had been Mari's, his sister's, dream to attend UA, a prestigious school for young heroes in training. The whole family even learned Japanese for this dream of hers. Now, Mari was...dead because of the...accident. Sunny decided on the dreadful day of the funeral to accomplish Mari's dream for her. It was mostly because of guilt, but...a part of him wanted to know what it was like to save someone, despite what he had done. Still, his guilt ate away at him, and SOMETHING kept following him.
But now is not the time for that.
"Sunny, we're here...Oh! You're already awake. Get ready to get out, alright sweetie?" Sunny's mom said. Sunny rarely saw her, his dad even more so. Omori quickly grabbed his backpack from the seat next to him-the one that Mari used to occupy during their travels-and set it on his lap. As soon as they parked the car, they headed out, dragging their luggage behind them.
...
Sunny hadn't been able to sleep on the plane, despite waking up early for the long flight. He felt mad at himself for deciding to leave his friends behind. Deciding that it was for the best, he shoved those negative thoughts aside and stared out the window, the plane heading towards the ground. They were now officially in Japan. Sunny stared at the seat in front of him. He noticed that the person in front sensed his gaze and shifted uncomfortably, so he decided to look back out the window for the remaining few minutes.
Now, he was standing in front of his new home, which looked oddly similar to the one he used to live in in FARAWAY. He wondered if his parents did this on purpose, since they would be living here until he was done with UA, maybe long after. It gave him an unsettling feeling. There were a few differences, sure, but the rooms looked almost exactly the same. It felt like he was back home again. He couldn't tell if he should be happy or sad.
...
It had been a few weeks now, and it was currently 9 p.m. The UA entrance exam was going to start tomorrow. The long wait had been nerve wracking, but now Sunny felt a sort of relief. He decided that he would spend the rest of the day training.
In other words, sleeping.
He knew it sounded stupid, but Omori wasn't really lacking anything physically. He was quite strong, if anything, despit him looking so...fragile. Even so, they spent the last couple of weeks training in preperation for the entrance exam. Now, Sunny was trying to get Omori to control his emotions better, but it wasn't going so well. Not like Sunny was any better at controlling his own emotions, but still. One step at a time.
He fell asleep. When he woke up, Omori was sitting cross-legged. He was looking through the sketchbook that he had been doodling in. The cover had Omori's name scribbled on it. His handwriting wasn't good, so it was a little difficult to read. As of right now, he was looking at a picture of a slab of meat that was soaked in blood. "..." Omori glanced at Sunny, looked back at his artwork, then closed the sketchbook silently. They spent the next two hours reading sad poems, trying to get Omori to calm down. Instead, Omori shed some tears after reading the despair inducing words, becoming miserable. The poor guy was obviously sensitive mood-wise. Omori calmed down after a minute or two, returning to his usual blank stare. The two of them weren't much for conversation, so they parted ways. Omori went off to Headspace, and Sunny stayed in Whitespace. He played with his adorable cat, Mewo, to pass the time.
When he heard a distinct and muffled ringing sound, he stood up and stabbed himself again. He woke up in his comfortable bed, like usual. Sunny reached over and turned off his alarm clock, annoyed. After staying still for a couple of minutes, he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
His mom left a post-it note on the mirror..."Good morning, Sunny! Be sure to brush your teeth and do all of your chores before you head off. I'm so proud of you!-Mom" Sunny threw the note away, knowing it would have been Mari's if she was still alive...
He couldn't get his mind off of her death, no matter how hard he tried. It still sent a shiver down his spine whenever he thought of it. That look on her face still haunted him.
He shook his head as if to chase those thoughts away and headed downstairs. It was still pretty dark outside. The unsettling feeling that someone was watching his every move stayed with him as he headed down the stairs. The stairs creaked rather loudly. He tip-toed down, but it didn't help. Finally, he made it to the first floor. He walked to the kitchen. His mother left yet another post-it note on the countertop...
"Be sure to eat something healthy! Your only chores are to wash the dishes and clean up your room. Have a nice day, Sunny!-Mom" Completely ignoring the first part of the letter, Sunny opened the fridge and grabbed a chocolate chip muffin. He nibbled away at it, peeling the wrapper off of it. After washing the dishes, Sunny brushed his teeth, his hair, and changed. He felt nervous, going outside. To a hero school, nevertheless. He was sure to meet some...er, interesting characters. That's a nice way to say it, right?
After a while, Sunny was ready to go. The clothing that he threw on in a hurry were rather flexible. He stepped outside, glad that it was at least warm today. He headed to school, not wanting to take a bus. He was crossing the street, when suddenly...
"Look out!" Someone crashed into Sunny, sending him tumbling forwards in the middle of the road.
'...Shit.'
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(📌HEAVILY EDITING)Headspace | Omori x Mha
Fanfiction"I need to tell you something." "...You did...what?" ~~~ I do not own Omori or Mha. This was just an I idea that popped into my head earlier. I do not own any of the art or videos inside. This book contains swearing, violence, gore, etc.
