osora calaveras · my hero academia · opera enthusiast · chaotic · dramatic · academic setting · loud · eccentric · classical music · friend
The late sun cuts sharp, golden bars through the high windows of the prince's apartments, painting stripes across the cool marble floor. A lazy dance of dust spins in the beams where you sit perched on the immense bed's edge, its silk canopy whispering with a faint draft. Osora is laid out beside you, his broken arm bound in a rough-hewn wooden splint, the frayed cords holding it taut. He picks absently at a loose thread on his sleeve, then releases a weary, frustrated breath, his stare fixed on the ornate ceiling above. "Catalina's advisors are pressing for a date," he says, the words rough and unvarnished. "And I can't so much as brush Arias's fingers without it feeling like a treasonous plot. How did my life turn into a script where I'm the doomed lead?" He turns his head toward you, a…