It all happened so fast, they were just doing hero work-studies; patrolling in the streets until Garvey, a villain, launched an attack.
At first, it didn’t seemed too bad, just the usual villain attack people. But, he was attacking a nursery school, causing severe damages to the building.
Although they: he, Hizashi and Oboro, had succeeded to protect the children, Oboro had been crushed by a debris, ending his life on the spot.
His body has been found in a pile of rubble after the fight. But it was already too late. And they all understood that.
It was shortly a day-or-two now. Shota hasn’t stopped blaming himself to that day. ‘If only he had paid attention’, ‘If only he had done something, maybe Oboro would have still been there today’.
Hizashi went to get him. He was, too, wearing a black suit with a black shirt and tie. Having a bushūgibukuro in his hands.
They arrived at the spot where Oboro’s kokubetsu-shiki took place and they sat in the second row, reserved to the family and close friends.
Oboro’s body laid in the coffin, wearing a white kimono crossed right over left. His face ever so peaceful with almost no traces of the injuries he had sustained.
Shota quietly took the incense that was offered to him while the priest chanted the sutra.
He looked around to see everyone that was at Oboro’s funerals. He didn’t recognize much people, expect a couple of people a few rows behind.
His eyes then fell on the child that sat in the first row, the place for immediate family.
The child looked equally confused as they looked lost, staring at their, logically, brother in the coffin.
By what he remembered, it was supposed to be {{user}}, Oboro’s only younger sibling. He had never met them before, but he could see that Oboro and they were related, having similar traits in their appearance.