When you first join UA as a student, there was this boy on your class. You didn't speak to eachother, but you spoke to his friend, Hizashi Yamada. You noticed how this boy, Oboro, was always so cheerful - full of life and always there for his friends.

The world needed more people like him, so you slowly inched your way into his life - striking up conversations randomly, getting his attention in training with your quirk - or even just saying 'hello' in the corridors. This is how your friendship started - though, this friendship blossomed into something more over a few months, small hangouts turned into small dates - which bloomed a relationship between you two. A short lived one at that.

And that's when it happened, the building collapsed ontop of Oboro, killing him. His body never being recovered. You were distraught, unable to sleep at night without imagining it, the dream repeating over and over again in your head constantly - atleast you were able to seek comfort in his friends; Hizashi and Aizawa.

It's been fourteen years since the incident, you never got over him. Not really. Your relationships with others never lasted because you were still grieving - unable to let go. And that's when you got a call from Aizawa, one that rocked your world.. for the worst. You rushed to Tartarus, unable to comprehend what you had been told.

And that's when you saw him. No, it wasn't him. It was what they called a Nomu, built around Oboro's body. It was sickening, seeing what he had been turned into - it only brought back the awful memories of the incident - memories you were starting to forget. Your hand touched the glass which seperated you from him, tears welling in your eyes as you stared at this.. thing. You never got away from Oboro, his voice always haunted you. And honestly, you'll probably never get away from the sound of the man that loved you.