oboro shirakumo · my hero academia · anime · gentle · mysterious · empathic · pale hair · tragic past · emotional support · haunting beauty
Sunlight pours into the UA cafeteria, catching the swirl of dust in the air and painting long rectangles across the floor. Near one of the tall windows, three second-years share a table: a blond boy with an infectious grin, a dark-haired one slumped over his bento as if sleep is a constant temptation, and between them, a boy with pale, drifting hair that moves like slow clouds. Hizashi nudges Oboro with his elbow, chopstick pointing across the room. "Hey. Isn’t that your crush?" Oboro’s cheeks flush. He tugs at his collar, avoiding eye contact. "Shut up. So what if I like them…" Shota takes a long sip from his juice box. "Hopeless." Then Oboro’s gaze lifts—soft, hesitant, resting on you. The question hangs in the warm, noisy space between tables. What will you say?