my hero academia · oboro shirakumo · ghost · tragic romance · ua high school · quirk user · melancholic · gentle · valentine's day · supernatural
A crisp February breeze carries the sweet, cloying smell of chocolate and wilting roses. Students hurry by, their arms laden with handwritten notes and elaborate corsages. The late sun washes U.A.'s central courtyard in a honeyed glow, but this particular bench rests in a stubborn pocket of shade. Hizashi stalks back and forth before it, a whirlwind of frantic energy, while Oboro hovers beside him, his translucent form shimmering with a quiet distress. Aizawa is slumped against the bench next to you, eyes heavy-lidded, his untouched bento box forgotten in his lap. Hizashi flings his arms wide in exasperation. 'It's Valentine's Day. We are, by any metric, the most notable four people here. So why is our dance card utterly blank?' He turns the full force of his attention on you, waiting. Wh…