Through Rose Tinted Glasses

Thoughts

Thank you for reading my newest fiction.
I will ask for your paitence, because I want to take my time with this and do Present Mic some justice.
For now, I hope you enjoy the first chapter and please tell me what you think.
I apologise for any mistakes or anything, this chapter was a little difficult to write.
I have a clearer image of what I want to write next, and I just wanted to set the mood and scene first.
(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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My second year at U.A. High was probably one of the best years of my life. It was the year that the dynamic duo of 1A, turned into the "Three Stooges of 2A" with the introduction of Aizawa Shouta. He had transferred into our class from general studies at the beginning of the year and my partner in crime, Shirakumo Oboro, quickly took him in.

Aizawa was more reserved, quiet and moody in comparison to us, but he still complemented our personalities. I would suppose that he grounded us. He kept our feet on the ground with his logical thinking and mother-hen-like behaviour, before our imaginations got too wild. But that's not to say that Aizawa wasn't immune to being just as ridiculous as us. He was just as imaginative and fun to be around, and he knew how to take a joke, whenever we poked him about his behavioural quirks.

Oboro and I saw a different side to the notoriously stoic and gloomy teenager, one that only a select few got to see.

That same year, we became friendly with, Kayama Nemuri. thanks to Oboro's magnetic personality, we found her quickly becoming part of our little roof-top lunch group and involved into our future agency plans. Which she ended up backing off from to some extent, since she was one year above us and will be off doing her own jig.

I suspected that Oboro probably had the hots for her at the time... perhaps? Nevertheless, that was the type of guy he was, he was such a people person. If there was a chance to make a new friend, he was the first to take it and people followed his lead.

The ultimate plan was that we were going to have our own agency, the three of us: with a rooftop, a sound proof studio and cat tower, for our resident cat, Sushi. It wasn't anything extravagant, like claiming to fame and fortune, reaching that number one hero spot, to save everyone on the planet. We didn't care much for that. Maintaining our friendship, doing what we wanted to do within society and have fun while doing it, was what we dreamed of doing.

Although, what happened next ... none of us would've saw it coming.

It was sudden, unprecedented and everything we hoped, our dreams of building our agency came tumbling down, no pun intended.

Everyone around us saw how Oboro's death affected Aizawa. He didn't spare a single thought, when he threw himself into his physical training and began to shut everyone around him out. He was either physically training, staying awake for lessons and then snoozing in his sleeping bag when he had a free moment. This was his way of managing his grief, just as Kayama and I had our own ways of managing it.

Grief is truly a strange emotion, we all experience it a number of times in our lives and we all cope with it differently. Aizawa used it as a source of motivation, but at the same time, grief also caused him to shut people out of his life. It was like he was afraid that the same thing will happen again, yet he was throwing himself into training to prevent it from happening again.

As for me, I handled my grief a little differently ...

On the outside, I kept up the same facade. I was no Oboro, I wasn't able to provide the same bright positivity that he could bring into people's lives, or give them the same support he was able to give. But still, I wanted to be something familiar for Aizawa to return to; even though Oboro was no more, Yamada Hizashi was still here and louder than ever. I supported him whether he was training or snoozing, I became more positive for his sake, even my teasing became more of a joke. Swapping my teasing of his "gloomy gus" routine for his "Energy-saving Shou-chan" one, and whispering idiotic things in his ear while he was asleep. I never allowed anyone, especially, Aizawa to see how I was truly feeling. All I wanted was to see Aizawa to smile once more.

Oboro had been my friend since our first year at U.A. I was closer to him than I was with Aizawa.

Our personalities complement each other, there was never a dull moment.

We were quite literally two peas in a pod. Well, Aizawa did used to say that we both shared the same two brain cells, as we were often on the same wavelength.

With my current friendship with Aizawa now, as adults, you wouldn't have thought I had a friend who was closer.

Yet I did. The death of Shirakumo Oboro affected me a lot more than I did lead on ...

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Just a quick note: I believe that Hizashi was closer, and more familiar with Oboro, than he was with Aizawa. Reading back in the manga, Hizashi and Oboro are on first name basis, and have no issue in referring to each other that way. But, while Oboro has no issue in calling Aizawa by his first name, Hizashi still calls Aizawa by his family name.