Nomu of a Friend (EraserCloudMic)

Chapter 1

Inspired by the post above
Post by :o0fyuu0o on tumbler
Ship: EraserCloudMic
High school graduates era - UA teacher era
PoV: third-person following Hizashi
Started: November 19, 2022
Enjoy
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     As the sun rose, so did the three, freshly adult, men. They were exited for today, after all, it was their graduation. They would finally gain their hero licenses today. It was the mark of a new era for them.
As Hizashi rose from his bed, he couldn't repress his smile; this was the day he has been waiting for. He would finally become the pro hero he always wanted to be. He got up and went to get ready for his graduation, beaming with happiness and excitement. He couldn't wait to finally be a real pro hero, his dream since childhood, maybe even since before he was even really aware that he had a consciousness.
     As the young man finished getting ready, he said goodbye to his mother, as he still lived with her, after all, he just turned eighteen that school year. His mother was deaf, but the small family of their's managed to make it work out.
'See you,' Hizashi's mother signed to him, and he was off.

     As he made his way to school, he saw one of his boyfriends, a term he loved to say when it came to the people he cared most about in this world. The one in question that he was his blue haired boyfriend, Shirakumo Oboro, now wearing a scar on the left side of his face, though, not easily visible, due to the amount of makeup the young man wore to hide his scar. He acquired it when they were in their second year of high school, when Oboro was crushed by a building. Miraculously, Oboro managed to survive, albeit just barely. As of today, the young man is thriving; although, you can tell the whole ordeal traumatized the poor boy, as it would to anyone.
     Hizashi ran to catch up with his beloved boyfriend, wrapping him in a hug from behind as he caught up to him.
     "Boro!" He called out, a nickname he got during their first year of high school, by none other than Hizashi, who basically picked out all his boyfriends' nicknames. Oboro jumped a little at the touch, not expecting it to happen. He raised his arms up to touch Hizashi's.
     "Hey Zashi," Oboro said to his overly cheerful boyfriend. Hizashi leaned over and gave Oboro a kiss on his cheek.
     "I missed you," he said sweetly.
     "Hizashi, I was gone for like ten hours, so we could sleep. It's not like I was gone for a long time," Oboro laughs at Hizashi, who takes a step back from Oboro, crossing his arms like a pouty child.
     "I still missed you," he pouted. Hizashi never told anyone this, but he was scared to be alone, he was scared of silence. Living basically his whole life in silence due to his quirk making him deaf. Of course he got hearing aids, but his quirk also deafened his mother, who didn't really like hearing aids, and only wore them when necessary, so his whole house was quiet most of the time, causing Hizashi to like to do whatever he could to make noise, just to hear something other than his own breathing for a while.
     "I know," Oboro smiled to Hizashi. "Come on, we need to meet up with Shou Shou." Oboro and Hizashi both started walking to where the last of the trio was. Aizawa Shouta, commonly referred to as 'Shou Shou' by his boyfriends. Shouta hates it when anyone other than the two of them call him that, causing his mother to love to call Shouta that, as it was funny to see Shouta get all mad and flustered at it.
     The current duo reached the neighborhood of their smaller boyfriend. Despite Shouta being the same age as his boyfriends, eighteen, he was still by far the smallest, only being 5'7" while Hizashi was 6'1" and Oboro was 6'3". Hizashi and Oboro would tease Shouta about his height sometimes, without realizing how badly it hurt the youngest of them, as he never showed how much it hurt him. That was Shouta's bad habit, he bottled everything inside, causing him to explode at random moments, oftentimes causing him to accidentally hurt the ones he love.
     After waiting for a couple of moments, Hizashi and Oboro saw their black haired boyfriend emerge from his neighborhood. He was on his phone with AirPods in, gifts that were given to him by Oboro and Hizashi, as sadly for Shouta, his mother was unable to afford such nice things, which only meant that Hizashi and Oboro took it upon themselves to get nice things for Shouta. Oboro especially loved to get his boyfriends things, sometimes it would just be small rocks, coins, or buttons, sometimes he would give them things like new phones, clothes, or whatever he felt like they deserved. It was his way of showing he cared. His parent's bank account hated that fact that that was the way he showed he cared though.
     They all really had their own independent ways to show they cared for each other, which they all gradually learned. Oboro gives gifts, Hizashi will hang around you, and Shouta will complement you. They also love it when they receive those things: Oboro loves receiving gifts, Hizashi loves it when you hang out with him, and Shouta loves to gain complement (even if he doesn't act like it).
     "Shou Shou!" Oboro yelled at the smaller boy, who glanced up at them, obviously annoyed.
     "What?" He asks, not necessarily wanting to to come out as mean as it did, his day didn't start the best, but then again, most days never did for him, only getting better when he could see his boyfriends, which often filled him with a hidden joy (hidden because he would never admit the joy he gets when he sees them).
     "Wow, harsh. Ouch." Oboro put his hand over his heart, which made Shouta's face soften.
     "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- I was just-" Shouta got cut off by Oboro, who was waving his hands around, looking concerned.
     "It's okay, I was kidding," he instantly started to say, not wanting to cause distress to the younger boy. "It was a joke." These words did little to reassure Shouta, but he nodded and went with it.
     "Okay..." Shouta meekly replied. Shouta has a tendency to think everything wrong in the world is his fault. He never told anyone this, but sometimes, he feels like he manipulated his boyfriends into liking him, and he feels extreme guilt about that at times.

     The trio walked into their school for, hopefully, the last time. They entered their classroom just before the bell rang. Their third year teacher entered the classroom, telling the lot of them to change into their hero costumes and to make their way outside.
     As the trio gathered their costumes, they looked around at their old classmates that they've been with since their first year here. The sixteen other students were grabbing their costumes, changing into them. There were only nineteen total students in this classroom, due to the unexpected loss of one of them during their first year, who was never replaced. They were told as an honor for their missing classmate, they would set their picture in a seat, and have a graduation for that student.
     The whole class had gotten changed into their hero costumes and made their way outside. As they made it outside, they saw that there where assigned seats for both 3-A and 3-B, the school's two hero course classes. All of the students made it to their assigned seats.
"Welcome, our third year hero course students," Principal Nezu called out to them all while on a pedestal, speaking into a microphone. "Today, we celebrate the graduation of our third year students, taking the step from students into heros..." the celebration proceeded, having all the students called up in alphabetical order by last name to receive their hero licenses.
At the end of the ceremony, the trio gathered together to celebrate their achievements in graduating. As of today, the three of them are officially pro heroes.

After the celebration, the three newly pro heroes made their way to a river. They loved stopping by the river, and it was hidden by wildlife, hiding them from the outside world, protecting them from the horror that they faced there, all the horrible things that have happened to them in the outside world, all the pain, all the loss, gone, shielded from it, protected. They found great joy at the thought of being shielded from this cursed world, but now, as pro heroes, it would be their job to protect others from the cruelties of this world they call home.
     As they sat on the grass, taking in breaths of the warm air, they gazed into the river, all being content to see the other two's reflections along with their own.
     "What are we going to do now?" Hizashi asked his boyfriends.
     "We need to start an agency together, remember?" Oboro asked them, stating that they should start an agency together in their second year, with to opportunity to now make it come to fruition. The other two smiled at their tall boyfriend. 'How did they get so lucky?' they would often find themselves asking, as Oboro to them, was like a ball of joy, always cheerful. Of course he was human, and therefore would experience sadness, but most of the time he was a happy person, although he was an insecure individual, oftentimes doubting himself and his abilities, which increased after the incident where he almost passed.
     "Of course," Shouta responded to Oboro's question. "Where should we have it?" After deliberating for a short while,  they finally decided where to place their agency, they also decided that they would all move in together, as they have been dating since their first year, why not now move in together.

As Hizashi parted ways with his loves, his smile dropped. He hated leaving them, he felt empty without them. He made his way back to his house, his mother, gleaming when she saw him, congratulating him on his achievements of becoming a pro. Hizashi informed his mother of his plans to move out with his boyfriends.
     'As long as you come and visit me,' she responded to the news, knowing that as much as she loved her boy, forcing him to live with her forever would be unhealthy for him. Hizashi was relieved that his mother was okay with him moving out. She was one of the most important people to him, he rarely did anything without her approval.

That night, Hizashi went to bed, happy to be a new pro hero, and excited for his new life with the loves of his life.
After all, what could happen to make it all go so horribly wrong?

A/N

Hello, I saw this tumbler post a while ago, and today I really wanted to write a fic based off of it, so here we are. I'm taking a different approach to writing, my style in Friendships (my first fic) is different to this one, but I hope this one is still good. Thank you to anyone who read this, I hope you'll enjoy it.