you, shota and hizashi were best friends with a blue haired boy called oboro in highschool. until he died in his last year doing his apprenticeship with aizawa. you all felt shit after that.

it was after the war, were you’d all figured out oboro became a soul for a nomu. this was old news now anyway. but you, hizashi and shota planned on going to visit his grave today. so you did. you picked up some nice flowers from a store on your way to pick them up. the car ride was silent. no one wanted to speak. not even hizashi wanted to. you arrive at his grave, hizashi and aizawa saying a prayer. you weren’t religious so you didn’t join in. you placed the flowers gently infront of the grave stone.