#oboro | testing muse ( threads )

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TEARS ROLLED QUICKLY          down Oboro's face. he was shaking slightly, his arms wrapping tightly around Aizawa's neck. he looked young, but he wasn't a child anymore - but he wasn't quite his friend's age, either. more like, in the middle ( just like how he stayed between life and death for so many months afterwards .... ).

"Shota, it's me," he promised, his voice begging. he wasn't a quirk or apparition - he stood there, in the flesh ( but who's flesh was it ). he felt warm to the touch, maybe a lil too warm in some cases. his blue eyes shone with happiness, but the tears caused them to almost glow.

all around them, smaller clouds began to form. Oboro was so excited that he couldn't hold back his quirk ( and who could blame him, seeing one of his best friends after many years ). "dude, I have so much to tell you."

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OBORO'S SMILE GREW          in agreement, nodding quickly. "yes, yes!" he wanted to tell his friend everything.

he needed to, the desire filling a hole in his chest. but... he couldn't. not yet. not here ( the walls have eyes and ears after all ).

"hey, I've gotta go but.." pulling out a piece of paper with an address on it, he'd planned this out ( he'd had the address written on his arm, to show evidence of knowing where to go ).

"come here. please, Shouta," he pleaded, looking at his friend. "bring Hizashi, too. but.. don't bring anyone else," he begged.

"she'd kick my ass if I brought too many people over," he explained, hopping onto his cloud again. he needed to go - and fast, before the students return. he was almost out the window when he speaks again, his back turned to Aizawa. he knew this was hard to believe - and boy, he couldn't understand it all that well either.

"she's the reason why I'm back," breathless, he felt like he was doing a lot of talking. "she's the reason why I'm awake again."

He needed to get himself together, quickly, no use standing here with muddled words and questions on the tip of the tongue, though he still wasn't exactly convinced, maybe it was the sleep deprivation, illusions and seeing things...all that jazz....

His head shook and a tatty sleeve came up to his face to wipe at his eyes, blinking a couple of times to clear the obscured vision caused by the moisture.

"You have so much to tell me..." He echoed his friend, the disbelief in his tone prominent, that hand that had been lingering finally falling onto a surface, feeling the heat from the other, he was real alright but still...how?

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OBORO IS WAITING patiently with a pocky stick in his lips. he wanted a cute girl to kiss him! he's practically begging for it!

"I'm ready, ladies.~"

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HE'S WATCHING THE           kids for the day. he's never seen children summon the devil before but alright.

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OBORO SHOULD BE, out of everyone, the person who loves Halloween most. but, after being reborn? he sees it very differently.

anxious hands reach for the cellular device in his pocket, and he picks it up before it rings. it was her. Josie. a deep sigh is heard when he answers. "hello?"

"babe," Josie called over the phone. she called everyone babe ( it was her way of saying she loved someone ). "yew gotta get those pop-in-the-oven cookies. they're like, the best 'n be careful."

this was the longest he was away from her, and the farthest too. hanging up, then swallowing, Oboro shoves hands into his pockets. he was on his way to the store when he notices a kitten.

"oh.. oh why?" he murmured, anguished. "why do I always find cats in need? c'mere, lil guy."

open starter ft Oboro