#shirakumo imagine

[aucatgirl]

Redraws from 2022

[angelophanie]

Aizawa revealing a softer side of himself when he is around Shirakumo 🥹

[rainbeaudingo]

I like to imagine that, as Shirakumo was being experimented on and being turned into Kurogiri, he still had enough willpower to fight AFO and his plans. He knew he wasn’t dealing with a regular villain, and physically fighting back didn’t work. Instead, he’d play the part. Be an obedient nomu in front of AFO and the doctor, then delete and destroy information he could get his hands on.

He knew AFO wanted Erasure. If he got his hands on it, everyone was doomed. So Shirakumo would destroy all data on Eraserhead: sightings, weaknesses, etc.. Of course, the ruse didn’t last forever, but he did what he could.

As much as Shirakumo wanted to call for his friends for help, he stayed silent.

[coastalmangoes]

literally how it feels to make ur faves brown

Image description:

Digital comic. the artist's self-insert sits at a desk in front of a laptop bored/expressionless, announces "ok time to draw the fave again"

Cut to the laptop's screen, where we see a lineart next to a colored reference image of a generic anime character. The reference has bright pink hair and pale skin. The artist colorpicks from the reference image to fill in the drawing. "Ok all done"

The artist looks at the pale-skinned drawing. ponders it. narrows their eyes at the color-picker, and, with an almost apologetic expression, shifts the color selection to a darker brown hue, and starts re-coloring the skin.

The artist regards the finished piece. Sees how cute and beautiful it looks. The drawing looks more lovingly rendered now.

Cut to the artist with huge affectionate wet teary eyes

[slurpyboii]

That ended exactly how I expected it to and, as expected, I am entirely neutral on it. Wasn't a satisfying ending or a super hype ending or anything like that, literally just the ending that may as well have happened. Not a single thing surprised me that whole conclusion, it felt unfortunately predictable. You can tell he's excited for it's end though so I'm happy for Horikoshi regardless, hope he can get proper rest now.

[mirukosbitchywife]

god i fucking love mom kurogiri like of COURSE he was going to go to TOMURA going to sensei wasn't even an OPTION to kurogiri. like in no universe would he ever ever go to afo instead of tomura. yeah he's a nomu but kurogiri said fuck afo that's my fucking kid i need to be there for him on his big day. i'm like actually so emotional over this

[capricorn-writer-kawaii]

Hi, there! 🥰

I'm really, really, really excited to announce you that I'm currently working with my beloved and talented friend @merrymonkey on an illustrated fanfic of Aizawa, starting from his U.A. days and moving into the present when he's the homeroom teacher of class 1A.

This is gonna be kind of long, we hope you enjoy the ride. 💖

Our Hero Academy

Chapter 1

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x female OC

Genre: Shota Aizawa X female OC fluff, angst, high school romance, friends to lovers

Words: 2k

Summary: 15 years ago, Eraser Head was starting his hero studies with his best friends Hizashi and Oboro. Contrary to what people think, his teenage years in the U.A. were bright and lovely, filled with the laughter of his best friends and his girlfriend's unconditional love. What happened over the years? What changed him into a gloomy sensei?

Extra note: You can totally picture Y/N in the OC female name, it's just that it'd be cute to read Aizawa calling her pet names. 🤍

Chapter 1 - Welcome to the U.A.

On the first day of school, the UA’s enormous doors opened earlier than usual. Some teachers, the kindest ones, had come out to welcome the new students. Some of them already knew each other, having grown up in the same neighborhood and lucky enough to be in the same high school class. Such was the case with Hizashi Yamada, Oboro Shirakumo, and Shouta Aizawa.

While the first two talked quite loudly, drawing the attention of anyone who passed by, the last one was not only almost asleep but also remarkably quiet, he looked like a calm boy, someone who didn't look for trouble.

Starting with Hizashi, he was a tall and slim boy with blond hair, which he wore spiked upwards. His eyes were covered with some pretty cool sunglasses, and it was very common to see him with a large smile on his face. Hizashi had an eccentric personality, almost like a radio host. He even often posed when he talked and maintained a certain level of excitement or volume, regardless of the situation. Though he tended to be a jovial individual, Hizashi was capable of great rage, but that wasn't really common to occur, for he was the typical extroverted and popular guy.

Meanwhile, Oboro's light blue wavy hair was his charm, as well as his adorable and bright personality. He usually wore an expression of excitement. Very prone to making jokes and witty comments with innuendos, his energetic and goofy personality was similar to that of Hizashi, although Oboro never quite reached his friend's excitement. Due to his extravagant behavior, he was not the type of person who followed protocol and had little sense of shame, hence just as he was walking with his friends, he closed his uniform shirt as if he were in his room.

Finally, behind came the third of them, Shouta Aizawa. He was a slender and tall, tanned-skinned boy with messy, shoulder-length black hair, that partially hung in front of his face and half-opened black eyes. His worn-out appearance made him often look fatigued, especially because of his tired eyes. He was a very stern and reserved person; actually, he often came off as cold and apathetic, someone who preferred to take naps in every possible place over any other activity. Although quiet, the young hero student was very vocal and bold when expressing his ideas, which lead him to only had two friends. Despite his apathetic traits, he genuinely cared about his friends and was willing to do anything for them. In fact, he had already done it, he had already gotten into more than one problem because of Hizashi and Oboro. Shouta often grinned and even made jokes about his friends' eccentric personalities. Although it was more common to see him serious or rather shy.

While Hizashi spoke, or rather, he shouted expressing his immense emotion, Oboro adjusted his uniform. To tell the truth, it seemed that he was getting dressed, because now he was buttoning up his shirt.

“Do you really have to do that while we walk among so many people?” Aizawa asked.

“I didn't have time to get dressed. If you hadn't held us up for wanting to rescue that cat, I'd have been able to do it, so now you suck it up." He said with a mischievous smile as he tried to find his belt inside his backpack.

“Do you think they assign us the same section? I want us to be classmates again." Hizashi commented when they were already walking through the main gates.

Aizawa listened to Oboro's answer until something else completely stole his attention. Sitting on a bench next to a window, a girl was waiting for the doors of the academy's auditorium to open so that the professors could give them the welcome speech.

He was not the type of individual who paid special attention to admiring another person's beauty, he had had beautiful classmates at high school, and he had even seen some very pretty girls entering the academy, however, none of them had got to awake something on him, as it had happened to Oboro and Hizashi and their numerous dates. 

Yet, that girl just a few steps away had taken his breath away. Aizawa cut the conversation with his friends because, for a few seconds, he couldn't do anything else but admire that short girl with long, wavy pastel pink hair tied in a braid. She had been nervously playing with a pink hair tie while waiting to enter the auditorium. Suddenly, a gust of wind made her look at the branches of a tree through the window, allowing Aizawa to see a bit more of her face.

Possibly due to Aizawa's piercing stare, she realized someone was looking at her, and turning around, she discovered him. Her lovely and expressive green eyes were now fixed on the young man's black eyes. His usual tired gaze switched to a wide-eye one by noticing an undeniable sparkle in the girl's look. Such interaction struck Aizawa to the core; it was so overwhelming, that he was about to break that eye contact. Luckily, he did not do it and did not miss the kind but shy and fleeting smile that the girl gave him. Shota couldn't smile back not because he didn't want to, but because he simply couldn't, he just froze. Naturally, when the girl saw that the guy didn't even react back, she looked away from him and had to force herself to think of something else; otherwise, the auto cringe would have made her leave the place.

"You okay, bro? Are you that nervous? Your face's red." Oboro said looking at his friend, but Aizawa just shook his head.

"Let's go in, the doors are already open." Aizawa replied without forgetting the girl's smile. 

He wasn't the typical guy who got a lot of smiles or kind looks, perhaps because his eyes were usually on the ground, or because his gaze was a tired one, not precisely a cordial one. Whatever the reason, it was not common for him to receive such a kind facial expression like that. All his life he was used to Hizashi and Oboro turning out to be the ones who stole peeks and received compliments. To tell the truth, Aizawa had never minded that since social interactions were not his thing at all.

Yet, he did not have time to think more about it, the professor who welcomed them had already started with his talk. He explained to the students how the academy worked and how they would be assigned to a class. That was how that day, once again fate wanted Aizawa, Oboro, and Hizashi to be together in the same class. Though that was not the only surprise. When they entered the room, Aizawa saw the girl again; apparently, the four of them would study together from now on.

That was how they spent the first days at the UA. The professional heroes didn't give them a break, it was training after training, in addition to master classes, of course. Knowing and trusting each one's quick was a must to survive the UA classes; therefore, Aizawa was definitely not having a good time. Meanwhile, Hizashi and Oboro not only controlled theirs better, but they also felt comfortable with their powers and were confident that they would become excellent heroes. However, the shy young man constantly doubted his ability, and when possible, he trained alone so as not to slow anyone down. But that changed the second week when one of the teachers asked them to pair up for the next lesson in one of the many training camps.

"Okay, this is it! I'll ask Hoshino to work with me!" Oboro said, adjusting his uniform and referring to the pink-haired girl, who turned out to be very quiet and introverted. Even though she had all her classmates drooling over her from the first day, she was always alone and studying in her spare time in the library.

"Don't even dream about it, Oboro, I'll ask her," Hizashi replied. "You are very noisy, she won't want to be your partner." 

“What the fuck, Hizashi!? You scream instead of talking! Besides, you'll scare her, you're too aggressive."

"I'm not aggressive!"

"And you're not very bright either, why would the best of the class want to work with you?"

Aizawa, for his part, chuckled upon hearing his friends and continued tying his shoelaces. In the meantime, Hizashi and Oboro were so focused on arguing among themselves that they didn't realize when the girl approached where they were.

Thus, she touched the least expected person's shoulder and spoke.  “Hi... Hum, excuse me, would you mind if we worked together? I've seen your quirk and I think we could make a good team.” As determined as she was to train with him, there was a hint of shyness in her voice.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Oboro and Hizashi asked looking at how she had chosen Aizawa as her partner.

Although the two outgoing boys had come to her since day one to introduce themselves, Aizawa hadn't said a word, preferring to stay behind. So, her proposal was quite unexpected for everyone, especially for Aizawa, who looked at her as if hoping that she would realize that she was speaking to HIM and not to his friends.

"I see... you already have a partner, I'm sorry." Wishing that the earth would swallow her, the girl was about to disappear, she didn't do it only because Oboro was faster and prevented her.

"No, he doesn't have one! It's just that Aizawa's very shy." Oboro replied as Hizashi practically pushed his friend to his feet.

“Did you hear that, Shota? You'll be able to work with the best of the class!” The blonde said.

"Are you sure you want to work with me?"

"Come on, Shota, don't be so humble, your quirk's awesome!" Hizashi said pushing him to such an extent that the young black-haired man almost lost his balance.

That was how Aizawa and the girl ended up teaming up together. The mission they had been given to train was to enter the forest that surrounded the UA and find a hidden bomb as quickly as possible. For that, they would have the whole class, for the terrain was huge.

All the way Aizawa was wondering the same thing. "Why does she want to work with me?" The girl had passed the entrance exam with the highest score, and despite only taking two weeks of classes, all her teachers had already recognized her as the best of her generation.

“So, you erase quirks with your gaze…" The girl said, interrupting Aizawa's analysis. "That's so cool! You have one of the best powers I've ever seen.”

“The effect lasts until I blink. It's not very useful." 

"Have you tried using eye drops? That way your eyes will be moisturized, and you can train them for a longer use of your quirk. Maybe they'll be a little dry, but at least they won't hurt afterward."

Aizawa remained silent, contemplating the option that the girl gave him; truth be told, she made a lot of sense. After some minutes of walking in silence, the boy talked. “What about your quirk? Can you manipulate any kind of energy? If so, you have unlimited potential."

"It's not that easy." She responded by shaking her head. “When I transform energy, I use my own. The more energy I manipulate, the less I have left to fight. Also, it's not unlimited, quite the opposite. If I intend to control some type of energy, I first must know it thoroughly, know how it works, and what risks can come."

"That's why she studies so much..." Aizawa thought.

“If I don't know the type of energy, or if I convert more than what my body resists, things don't end well. It's happened a couple of times and it hasn't been nice." She confessed somewhat embarrassed. "That's why I think we could make a good team, you could give me a hand if things get messy." 

"You barely know me, are you going to trust me that much?"

"I saw how you helped your friend when we floated higher than expected."

The girl giggled remembering how during one of the first practices, Oboro used one of his clouds to float. He was just bragging; yet, thanks to the wind, the cloud flew higher and quicker. It was Aizawa who controlled the situation by erasing his quirk and helping him get back to earth. 

"Oh, you saw that..." He whispered just about to laugh. Not even Shota could deny how funny it was to see Oboro fall over Hizashi. 

"How not to? Your other friend, the blond one, kept yelling at the cloud guy to get off of him."

"Yeah, that's kind of common when it comes to Hizashi and Oboro."

"Well, we'd better hurry if we want to find that bomb first."

The dynamic between the two students turned out to be quite good, not only did they complete the mission successfully, but they also had time to get to know each other a little better, because by finishing before all the other groups, they had almost an hour free. Thus, sitting on some rocks on the banks of a river, Shota discovered that her family lived in the countryside and that to pursue her dream of becoming a hero, she had moved to the city alone. The academy had dormitories for students with similar situations, so she had no problem finding a place to live. That short interaction was enough for Aizawa to judge her as a nice and extremely sweet girl. 

Without knowing how or why, she quickly felt comfortable with Aizawa, so much so that she made a couple of jokes and even imitated him. Apparently, in that week the young heroine had analyzed him enough to discover several of his habits.

“You have a lot of free time in class.” The boy commented unable to avoid laughing just a little when he saw her imitating the way he yawned.

“The first week has been calmer than I imagined.”

“That's because you're talented. I barely approved the physical performance exams.”

Once again, the girl started to play with her hair tie, anyone could tell she was struggling to decide if saying what she was thinking or remaining silent. In the end, she mustered some courage and dared to say it.  “We could train together in the afternoons.” 

Aizawa raised his gaze and looked at her as if looking for any sign that he had listened wrong. “YOU are going to train with me? You, the number one in the class?”

“I also need to train, and I think we could complement ourselves. I mean... our quirks." She corrected herself while blushing. 

Aizawa was the first classmate she actively approached and, to tell the truth, it had been hard for her to summon up the courage to speak to him. Judging by his actions during those two weeks of classes, it was highly possible that he would say no. After all, Shota hardly talked with his two friends, why would he say yes to training with her?

"I mean, it's just an idea. But if you already train with someone else, that's fine." She said feeling how her face was turning even more red.

Noticing that he was making her feel uncomfortable, Aizawa reacted. “It's not what you're thinking. Honestly, I didn't expect you to want to team up with me. You caught me off guard."

Understanding that it wasn't that he was rejecting her, but that this was all very unexpected for him, she felt less embarrassed. “I'm not very good at making friends and many of our classmates already knew each other. Besides…. You seem like a very trustworthy person and your quirk is wonderful. I'm sorry, I think I already told you this a dozen times.” She said between a shy giggling.

The black-haired hero looked at her for a few moments. "She's really cute. No wonder why Hizashi and Oboro say it all the time." 

"Well, I don't want to put you on the spot. If one day you have some free time, we could train together, Aizawa.” She said getting up, it was time to meet up with the rest of the class.

"Shota, call me Shota."

“My name's Kaori. Thanks for working with me today, Shota.” She responded with a sweet smile.

Next chapter

[akemisalem]

i swear to God i’m so normal when it comes to them.

(no i’m not and i’m crying over them again)

[arbitrary-numb3r]

Oboro 💙 Character Playlist

"The three of us should start our own agency. That's the plan anyway."

☁️ Ostensibly Oboro 💙: Spotify

Other Playlists | Aizawa | Hizashi | Midnight | Midoriya

[midgardianqueenreturns]

Makes me sad that there are fans who genuinely want Kuroboro to completely drop Tomura like a hot potato with zero sympathy and attachment if he regains his memories as Shirakumo. I’m not even talking about people who want him to rejoin the heroes’ side (that makes sense), I’m talking about those who are disgusted at the idea of him still caring about Shigaraki in any positive capacity or potentially wanting to save him even if he does it on the heroes’ side. They think he should just help try to kill Tomura after regaining his memories and that depresses me.

[nerdyquestier]

What If Oboro (#3)

What if on the third day of UA having Midoriya & co as students, the USJ is still attacked, but by Mr Compress in place of Tenko, a familiar voice making Oboro freeze momentarily and glance to Aizawa as he registered the voice of one of Kayama’s past classmates coming from the villain?

What if Compress similarly froze upon seeing Oboro, looking so similar and yet so strikingly different to how he did during their time at UA, eyes widening behind the mask as he glanced frantically between Aizawa and Oboro before an impatient whine came from beside him?

What if it wasn’t Aizawa who fought a Nomu, but Oboro, who proceeded to have a panic attack about it afterwards, knowing what happens to make a Nomu (even a failed one like himself, his mind echoes continuously), and being horrified that he hadn’t been the last The Doctor experimented on?

What if Compress watched the Sports Festival to get any sort of hint as to whether he caused his Kohai (however many years had passed since Oboro’s “death” and his own disappearance) any lasting pain, only to find out that both he and Aizawa had been forced to co-announce with Mic for the event, after which he couldn’t find it within himself to stop watching?

What if Oboro went down to the staff spectator area after the first event, smiling softly at the sound of cheering of the crowd (heroes, scouts and reporters alike), where he got a call just before the end of the second event that Tensei had been attacked by a villain and was hospitalised, unconscious?

What if he had to take Iida to Hosu in the middle of the event before he could tell any of his friends about having to leave past a message to Aizawa that he would have to look after Tenko (basically just drive him home and give him food, the kid’s 17 at this point but doesn’t trust himself to cook, Oboro doesn’t trust him to not burn himself) for the evening?

What if after over two years of having 3A (Togata & co) as his home room class, they all register and avoid asking about his dour mood when they have class on the following Tuesday?

What if the Hosu attack leaves Oboro with immense guilt, a heavily injured pseudo-nephew (Touya, who was able to get Iida and Native to safety), and a new scar that ran down his left outer thigh?

[stitched-mouth]

My Hero Academia Students Masterlist

Notes: Anyone you see missing here are characters I do not write for, or might be on another MHA masterlist. They are all here. I don’t write smut or anything nsfw for underage characters and I don’t ‘age them up’ just to sexualise them. So only nsfw for Tamaki and Oboro.

Codes

🦋 = Headcannons

💄 = Fem Reader

☘️ = GN Reader

🌷 = Fic

🖤 = Angst

🏳️‍🌈 = Gay

✨= Fluff

🌚 = NSFW

Izuku Midoriya /Deku

To Be Continued…

Katsuki Bakugo / Ground Zero

To Be Continued…

Eijirou Kirishima / Red Riot

To Be Continued…

Hanta Sero / Cellophane

To Be Continued…

Tsu Asui / Froppy

To Be Continued…

Mina Ashido / Pinky

To Be Continued…

Ochako Uraraka

To Be Continued…

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

To Be Continued…

Hitoshi Shinso

Hitoshi Shinso’s Firsts 🦋💄✨

Tamaki Amajiki / Suneater

To Be Continued…

Oboro Shirakumo / Loud Cloud

To Be Continued…

[bokunodumbassery]

I feel like Hizashi, at the start of his and Shouta’s relationship, wouldn’t have genuinely believed Shouta loved him.

Like, if you’ve read BNHA Vigilantes, you probably noticed that Shouta had a very obvious crush on Oboro, and Hizashi was generally pushed aside. It also isn’t hard to make the comparison between Hizashi and Oboro as people; both loud and extroverted, a lot of (at least outwardly projected) confidence, etc.

Between that, and how hard Oboro’s death hit Shouta - Hizashi and Nemuri too, but Shouta most visibly - it wouldn’t be hard for Hizashi to come to the conclusion that Shouta was projecting Oboro onto him, but to accept Shouta asking him out anyway.

[mettywiththenotes]

*slams fists against table* SHIRAKURO VS TOMURAFO FUSION FIGHT SHIRAKURO VS TOMURAFO FUSION FIGHT SHIRAKURO VS TOMURAFO FUSION FIGHT

[dark-elf-writes]

If you're mentally percolating soulmate asks for anything, what about a unicorn level crossover of Harry Potter/Shirakumo Oboro with a Oboro Lives because our boys have been hurt enough. Soulmate countdown timer maybe, if Japan did something England didn't and reached out for international heroes for help with their mess, maybe same forced hero background as your WSTS. Cue meet beat up on the field instead of meet cute. Or toss the soulmate part and let the dorks be awkward.

This is good. This is very good. I’m feeling alive but brainwashed Oboro for this so like some angst but they still get their happy ending.

They had been told the smoldering remnants of the HPSC called for backup in its dying throws. They had been told that heroes all over the world had received the call and would be arriving, sooner or later, to bolster Japan’s dwindling ranks. They had been told that some of them were high level heroes, Top Tens from across the world, and one in particular had been second only to All Might in the world wide rankings before the man had retired.

(The part of him that was still Oboro, the part that screamed against the control band around his throat and the unfamiliar quirk in his blood that had corrupted his clouds into something they were never supposed to be, was thankful.)

Still. The masses had expected All Might Two to be the one to touch down in the no man’s land between the two sides, the two armies, not a twenty something man in a leather jacket and a crop top.

Beside him, one of the villains that he hadn’t bothered learning the names of snorted. “Some cavalry.”

The man, for that tiny slip of a thing was a man and not a boy as some of the others hissed, tipped his head up enough for them to see his glowing green eyes (so much like actual All Might Two currently being held back by a black clad arm at the front of the Heroes’ line) and the lines of glowing green lightning stretching down over his face and toward his throat and smiled.

He hit their lines like a hurricane, splintering their ranks and leaving the fallen in his wake unconscious, wrapped in multi colored ropes, and dyed every color of the rainbow for good measure.

(The part of him that was Oboro cheered.)

He cut a path of destruction (not death. Not agony. But destruction nonetheless) through their lines, flickering from one place to another too fast for the eye to track and alight with glowing orbs that erupted from his hands seemingly without thought.

“Kurogiri! Stop him!” The order set his teeth on end as it always did, behind his veil of mist and shadows, but what else could he do but obey? He lifted his hand, the one with the cracked but still ticking steadily downward. Part of him had dispair Ed a few years ago when, in a moment of weakness, he had dispelled the shadows around his hand to check his Numbers only to find spiderwebbed cracks over his timer and frozen numbers. Then, after a second, the numbers had flicked back into motion.

The shadows on his wrist flickered just long enough for him to see.

00:00:00:03

00:00:00:02

00:00:00:01

A little body slammed into him just as the light cut through the shadows on his wrist. An answering light shone from the hand reaching for his collar for the split second before it, before the control he had been living under for so long, crumbled away.

The shadows cleared. He saw a lopsided smile and shining green eyes behind round black glasses.

“Hold on a mo’, mate. I have unfinished business first.”

“Kill him,” Oboro gasped with a voice hoarse from disuse. His voice after so long. “You have to kill him… but… spare Tomura if you can.”

The man’s head tipped to the side as if he wasn’t clinging like a spider monkey to someone on the wrong side of a war begging him to spare one of the leaders. As if they had all the time in the world to talk in the stunned silence that had taken over both sides of the war. Then he smiled again. Softer. Sadder.

“Not my first genocidal maniac, love. Not my first broken kid either.”

Then, with a crack, he was gone.

Oboro realized he hadn’t even gotten the man’s name.

“Hey idiot!” A voice, quirk boosted and so familiar Oboro could have sobbed, cut through the stunned silence of the battlefield. “Now is the part where you run!”

(Later, on a hospital bed with a kind woman with the biggest mass of curly brown hair he had ever seen smiling at him as she promised the last threads of All For One’s control had been broken, and his stunned friends standing guard just inside his room, he saw the man again. Bruised and blood-flecked but smiling still.

“Ouroboros,” Shouta started, but the man only smiled.

“Just Harry. Something tells me we’re going to be family after all.” One of those green eyes winked at him, and for the first time in fifteen years Oboro Shirakumo laughed.)

[mirukosbitchywife]

major bnha spoilers

i need kurogiri to protect shiggy from afo in the war SO BAD. i know it's almost definitely not what's going to happen but imagine it. kurogiri got taken into custody a while before shigaraki went into the tanks for his transformation thing. does anyone actually think that ass for one would inform his servant, a nomu, of his plans beforehand? no. also maybe i'm misremembering but did he ever ask about afo while he was in custody? not to mention, hes like half oboro half nomu rn, and so you really think oboro would let the pinnacle of evil hurt the child he's been taking care of since the kid was like 8??? i think the fuck not good sir! like cmon imagine he sent dabi and toga and the others to afos location not only because they asked but because they could distract the heros while oboro/kurogiri leads afo to where tomura and deku are to helps the hero's end the man that "killed" him and hurt his boy. sobbing kicking the wall eating cardboard