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sakuratoons · 1 year ago

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I lost Shirakumo

Shirakumo was dead. He wasn’t supposed to ever return. But miraculously, like God fate decided he deserved another chance, he came back to them— right?

TW: Character death

To this day, Aizawa never understood how Shirakumo survived.

It was obvious what should’ve happened to him — being crushed by a building makes your body go splat. There was no chance of you coming back unless a quirkologist discovered how to reverse a body back to normal. No one could be brought back from the dead. Not. One. Person.

When Mic and Aizawa were called down to the office their second year of high school, Aizawa had thought Mic got them in trouble again. He didn’t bother to ask, as he didn’t want to go through the motions of Mic failing to defend his shenanigans. It was like routine at this point.

Nemuri was standing outside the office door, dried tears staining her face and fresh ones running down her cheeks. She hadn’t cried like that in a while. Not since Shirakumo died.

The principal, in a hushed whisper, told them to enter, and there he was: Loud Cloud, looking out the window, hands deep in his pockets. He turned, a smile on his face. His eyes looked bright as ever.

Present day, the four of them had their own hero agency and, by Shirakumo’s begging and pleading, they were also teachers at Yuuei. The Four Elites is what they were called, celebrated for continuously honing their teaching skills and heroics no matter the time or day. While the group had originally started underground, Shirakumo, like always, had gotten them out of their shell and exposed them to the spotlights of heroics.

Aizawa was known. It felt weird. He certainly didn’t like the attention most days, but he’d be lying if he said that it didn’t boost his self esteem. His quirk that he himself deemed worthless was now adored by the masses. His fans loved his dry humor and also praised his teaching skills, as he always encouraged his students to never give up on themselves — especially if someone never gave up on you.

And, once again, this was all thanks to Shirakumo — the boy who should never be alive.

That’s what the people on forums call him. All of them were conspirits digging to find out how Shirakumo lived; was it witchcraft? Was his death propoganda? Was Shirakumo Oboro even his real identity? Evidence upon evidence, each one more ridiculous than the last, mounted, and eventually Shirakumo found out that’s why people talked about him so much. Boy Wonder. The Walking Dead. All those names, yet no one could ever think to just leave him alone.

But for some reason, Shirakumo didn’t seemed bothered. No, not one bit. In fact, there was a blank stare as he scrolled through his phone and took in each comment. It made Aizawa shiver.

Yes, he was glad that Boy Wonder survived. But how? And, dare he question, why? Why and how did Shirakumo live? He never had a chance to ask until their lunch break on the rooftop.

Mic was needed for a mission, so it was only him and Shirakumo. As usual, Shirakumo was talkative — no longer about a once fanatic hero agency, but stuff Aizawa was interested in: cats, sleeping, and even how to keep improving their skills. He was so interested in him and what he wants to do to the point it just became bothersome.

“Why do you keep talking about my interests?” Aizawa asked bluntly. “Don’t you want to talk about yourself?”

Shirakumo blinked. Then, he laughed. “Shota! Of course I want to talk about you! You’re my best friend!”

“Yeah, but…” Aizawa felt something soft against his leg. It was the cat Shirakumo saved, old with age. Almost distracted, he looked back up. “How did you survive, Shirakumo?”

Shirakumo paused. He looked away.

The silence between the two stretched until they heard the bell ring. Never in his life has Aizawa felt more uncomfortable with quietness. Shirakumo didn’t even look back at him, only looking at the cloudless sky.

Aizawa stood up. “Sorry. I don’t think I should’ve—“

“Do you ever miss home, Shota?”

“Huh?”

Slowly getting up, Shirakumo walked over to the railing, draping his arms over it; a somber look was on his face as his hair was gently blown by the wind. “Home, y’know? Where the heart is. I just feel so homesick and I can’t wait to go back. Someone’s waiting for me there and I can’t wait to see him.”

Profound. Heartfelt. Desperate. Three things Aizawa never thought he would say about Shirakumo’s words. “You…excited to see your cousin or something?”

“No. Someone better. Someone I would protect with my whole mind, heart, and soul.”

Aizawa’s eyes widened.

Devoted. Responsible. Trustworthy. Whoever this person was, Aizawa wanted to meet. He wanted to know how they and Shirakumo have such a deep, soul-bound connection. The small smile and faraway look in Shirakumo’s eyes said it all: this person, in whatever way, had all his heart.

The USJ Attack hit the Elite Agency’s reputation hard. Once considered idols to be worshipped, they were know questioned for their heroics and if they were even worthy to teach the sprouting buds of students.

All of Aizawa’s insecurity issues flared up. The more he thought about it, the more all of his anxieties flourished in his heart. It was safe there. It was Yuuei. He and his friends have been training here for years without a single worry. But the moment he decides to go there, everything goes awry. No matter how many times Mic reassured him, he felt the weight of the blame on him. It was his class that got attacked. A class he promised to always protect. Because, even if Shirakumo was alive now, the thought of losing more people he cared about scared him.

Speaking of Shirakumo — he wasn’t there. Like a dying flame, one minute he was beside Mic and Aizawa, and then he was gone. Even the students, as they fought, noticed his sudden absence.

Never in his life had Aizawa fought so hard. The thought of Shirakumo being attacked somewhere else with nowhere to aid him triggered a familiar, scared feeling. Losing him once was hard. Losing him twice, when Aizawa had the chance to save him this time — he would not let that happen.

After the villains warped away, he ran all around the school building. He searched every classroom and training ground until he was left panting in the middle of the second floor hallway, anxiety having becoming a monster with tentacles that swallowed him whole. He didn’t give up. He got back up and ran to the principal’s office.

Out of all places, that’s where Shirakumo was. He was facing the window, coffee in hand, hair whispy as ever. Turning his head, he gave Aizawa a mellow smile. “Hey!”

“What are you doing here?” Aizawa interrogated, the anxiety and anger mixing. “Do you not know what happened at USJ? My students were attacked and there was no one to evacuate the injured! What were you doing, Shirakumo!”

The mellow smile faded; a somber look took over. Instead of turning his back completely, he shifted his stance; his shoulder faced Aizawa, the mug in his other hand, eyes staring out the window. “I feel like I failed someone today.”

Aizawa blinked. “Huh?”

Like remembering he was there, Shirakumo snapped his head back, eyes widened. He then laughed like his life depended on it. “Sorry! Got a little sad there! It’s just…” He paused. “You ever feel like you failed the person you care for the most?”

Oh, he knew all too well. “Yeah. I do. But why weren’t you—“

“That’s how I feel right now,” Shirakumo said, walking over towards him with long, careful strides. “I was helping him today. It’s why I couldn’t help you guys fight. He needed my help.”

“More help than the students you’re supposed to look after?” Aizawa seethed, curling his fists. “We needed you, Oboro! They were looking for you! I was looking for you. I…I thought I lost you again.”

Aizawa felt a hot tear slide down his cheek. Saying that felt like releasing the years worth of grief he went through. He remembered the endless nights he spent crying over the fact that he was right there. He could’ve turned around and pulled Shirakumo away from the falling pieces. He could’ve shouted at him to watch out. Instead, he was drowning in the fact he couldn’t take down that villain because his quirk wasn’t physical. He died because of his insecurities.

And the thought of losing him again, whether he went missing or suddenly turned up dead, killed him more than anyone could imagine.

A firm hand grasped his shoulder. Looking up, he saw Shirakumo looking at him, eyes unwavering. He stared at Aizawa for a good minute, then gave another smile.

“I’m here, Shota,” he reminded, voice soft. “I know that I must’ve caused you a lot of pain. All I can say is I’m sorry. And I’m sorry for not being by your side today.”

Aizawa nodded, pushing Shirakumo away because of how close he was. “I forgive you. Just don’t do that again.”

He laughed. “You got it! Are your eyes okay, by the way?”

Odd question. “Why?”

“That dude I talked to you about,” he begins, “is my mentee. Almost like a nephew to me at this point. He’s a fan of yours.”

“What’s that got to do with my eyes?”

Shirakumo blinked. “Oh. He just to train with you. He likes to fight.”

Aizawa chuckled. “Like Sensoji?”

Shirakumo’s eyebrows furrowed. “Yeah! Definitely like that guy!”

Despite the weird pause at the mention of his former bully’s name, it was forgotten in a bliss when Mic came running down the hallway at full speed. He also had a mouthful for Shirakumo’s absence; but, since the two were so alike, they instantly made up. The three of them walked back to USJ. There was nothing to worry about because he had all that he needed right here.

As Aizawa looked back at these precious memories, something in his heart mourned, grieved, anguished. There was a hollow void which was once filled with bright light, and it only grew the more he looked into Shirakumo’s eyes.

His best friend was in a cell, body hunched over. From the few hours they’ve been in Tartarus, there was not a word from either of them. Not even the sound of a pin drop would break the concentration Aizawa had on him.

“We couldn’t believe it either,” Gran Torino said over the intercoms. “It was weird when we noticed that he was the only teacher not present during that time. And when we started keeping tabs on him, the more the pieces started falling into place. We were ready to take him in for questioning until one of the officers found it strange that he didn’t respond to their commands.”

Aizawa stayed quiet. The quiet was the only thing soothing the throbbing void.

“What do you mean, old man!” Mic shouted. “Why is Shirakumo in here! He ain’t a villain! He’s my friend.”

The silence that was once soothing became cold.

“Shirakumo died in that accident years ago, right?” Gran Torino reminded. “We couldn’t even recover his body. It had disappeared. Then when he just appeared back at Yuuei like nothing happened, we all didn’t know what to do. Someone that was dead should’ve stayed dead, right?” Torino breathed in and sighed. “Now we know why he’s alive.”

Mic paused. His eyes widened with horror. “C…c’mon, man. You’re… joking, right?” He laughed. He pointed. “Are you saying that my best friend’s—”

“Kurogiri. And his mentee is—“

“Shut up.” Aizawa‘s fists trembled. “That’s not true. A Nomu is a creature meant to follow orders of their creator! Shirakumo has memories of us! Shirakumo is there! He would never willingly serve Shigaraki!”

One of the officers sighed. “Then what’s the reason he wasn’t at USJ, Aizawa? Who are we to determine that? And whose to say that he wasn’t ordered to just fake it?”

“Shut up!” Mic shouted. “You’re lying! You’re all liar!”

It was a lie. All of it.

Shirakumo Oboro’s return years ago was a ruse. Those eyes were never looking at him with care. They were scrutinizing what Yuuei taught, where the training grounds were, and maybe even protect the traitor in their midst. Another traitor, at least. But at least that one was doing it alive.

“Why?” Aizawa heard the crack in his voice. “Why was stationed at Yuuei? What what his purpose there?”

Mic turned his head. “Sho—“

“Are you saying that my best friend was turned into a toy?” Slowly standing up, Aizawa glared at one of the cameras. “Are you saying that it was a joke? He was never there? Not even once?”

Silence. Agonizing silence.

Like lightning, Aizawa activated his quirk and looked at Shirakumo, taking off the goggles. “Oboro! It’s us! Shota and Hizashi! Give us answers!”

Nothing.

“You were the type to save a kitten from rain while I would leave it behind,” Aizawa said. “I was a coward. I had no self-esteem. But your constant encouragement was what kept me going. Don’t tell me it was all fake. I know it wasn’t! Why would a Nomu play me like a fiddle? You’re there, Oboro! Just say something, please.”

He waited. And waited. And waited.

In all the time that Aizawa and Mic spent there, Shirakumo didn’t speak. No amount of shouting, tears, or sadness stirred his mind.

“Twenty years, man,” Mic mumbled. “For over twenty years, we were fools.”

Shirakumo was never there.

“We’ve been theorizing that the reason he hung around you so much, Aizawa, was because whoever’s controlling him wanted to keep tabs on you” Gran Torino informed. “It’s why he’s probably asked about your eyes, too. Maybe they want your quirk.That’s really all we’ve gathered.”

“I get it,” Aizawa said. He really didn’t. “Yeah. I understand.”

A beat. “Thank you for your work today, fellas. We’ll call you next time you’re needed.”

They were led out of Tartarus. Hard rain greeted them outside, thunder accompanying it.

“What a nice joke,” Mic said, the bitterness in his voice obvious. “More reminders of that day.” He turned to look at Aizawa. “You alright, Shota?”

Aizawa felt tears streaming down his face. He’s never been this glad to have long hair. “I got dry eye.”

#aizawa shota #shirakumo #present mic #mha #Oneshot #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #ujiko daruma #garaki kyudai #one shot #bnha #angst

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allforafro · 1 year ago

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I decided to post this fic here (thus postponing for the thousandth time in a few years setting up an account on ao3) before I consider it a failure and decide never publish it

All for one and doctor ujiko fic for all fans of this ship

Just in case mention of a character's death

Sparklers

It's another day in a row that Shigaraki comes to my office with an unreadable expression on his face, sits on a chair and says nothing. We sit like that for a while in silence, each lost in his own thoughts until I break the silence. Usually I don't mind Shigaraki listening to what I say, it's nice to know that someone appreciates my views, but I have a feeling that these days are different from our usual routine. His eyes don't show that flash of excitement about the things I'm talking about, usually talking about meta abilities brings a smile to his lips. It's one of his favorite topics, after all. Everything changed after his brother death. Since then, every day he seems more distant, more cold. In the beginning, I gave him space to organize his thoughts and whatever people usually do after losing someone close to them. I don't understand it because I don't have such sentiments myself, death is inevitable. I know that Shigaraki usually doesn't have such sentiments himself, but the loss of his brother was something especially painful for him. Even if I find it weird considering that from the outside, they didn't seem to be close, but I know that it's not for me to judge, especially since I haven't had such a close relationship with anyone myself. I may not understand their relationship but I know what connects me with Shigaraki and what is hapenning right now is not what I want. I still don't know how to breake this new routine, but I know I have to do something before it gets to the point where something irreversible happens.

So when Shigaraki came to my office and sat on the empty chair, I looked at his blank face and knew it was time to do something, now or never. However, for some unknown reason, I felt very nervous. It must have showed on my face how I was feeling because Shigaraki gave me a reassuring smile. A feeling of warmth spread throughout my body as I got up from the table in search of something different from our daily routine. Somewhere in a heap of forgotten things lay sparklers. I don't know how they ended up here, but they're just as good a distraction as anything else. Tensely, I turned back to him and showed him the sparklers in my hands. Surprise on his face was almost comical.

- It is true that the new year has passed a long time ago but it would be a pity if they were wasted, don't you think? - I was the first to speak again and Shigaraki was silent but seemed more relaxed than before. I sat back in the chair, not a moment passed when I jumped in the chair suddenly plunged into darkness. I realized with affrighted that I hadn't turned on my computer or the lamp on my desk today. I don't have windows here because my office is in the basement so I couldn't see anything with the lights off. I'm not afraid of the dark, but the sudden darkness and the silence that accompanied it seemed unsettling to me. The sudden warm touch on my cold hand made me scream in horror. However, the hearty laugh that followed my scream calmed my nerves and I realized that it was Shigaraki who was trying to take the sparklers from me. I felt ashamed of myself. I wanted to stay in the dark longer to hide my embarrassment but Shigaraki lit sparklers for us and handed me for me.

- Why did you do that? - I wanted to repeat my earlier explanation but Shigaraki dismissed it with a wave of his hand - You don't have to lie, I know you too well to know that you don't care about such trivial things. So what is it about?

I smiled at his affirmative that he knew me well. In the light of the sparklers his face looks almost ethereal. - You seem upset lately, so I thought I would cheer you up Shigaraki - sama.

Shigaraki laughed slightly. His laugh is the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.

- I'm flattered that you're trying so hard to take care of my mood, but I'm fine. Don't worry about what you don't need doctor.

I wanted to say that his well-being and good is what I care the most but when he looked into my eyes I couldn't say a word. The intense gaze of his golden eyes made me dizzy.

- And if I remember correctly, we talked about my name. My name is no longer Shigaraki, I'm All For One.

Shigaraki is a beautiful name, it's my friend's name after all. But All For One fits him too. This name is the embodiment of his dreams, ideas, who he is and who he supposed to be, after all, everything has to be for him.

- I'm sorry - I whispered, my voice as quiet as fading sparklers. If All For One heard it, he didn't care.

We sat in blissful silence, even when the sparklers burned out, we were not bother by darkness. I stared at All For One the whole time and my thoughts revolve around him. All For One was still sitting in his chair, absorbed in his thoughts not caring that I was staring at him. I like to think that All For One likes the way I'm devoted to him and how much I admire him.

I didn't notice when the light was turned back on and All For One stood relaxed in the door way

- See you soon, doctor - All For One gave me a small smile before leaving.

- See you later All For One - I replied in a similar tone.

For some time I stared at the door behind which All For One had disappeared, still processing what had happened earlier. I feel happy. Thinking about how wonderful All For One is, I went back to work.

#allforafro fic #all for one and ujiko fan fiction #all for one #ujiko daruma #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha afo #kyudai garaki #bnha ujiko #afoujiko

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