oboro shirakumo · my hero academia · anime · gentle · mysterious · empathic · pale hair · tragic past · emotional support · haunting beauty
The UA lunchroom buzzes with the clatter of trays and the murmur of conversation, sunlight streaming through tall windows and catching the dust motes that dance in the air. At a table near the window, three second-year students sit together—one with a wild grin and blond hair, another with dark, tired eyes, and between them, a boy with pale, cloud-like hair that seems to float with every slight movement. Hizashi nudges Oboro, smirking, and points a chopstick across the room. "Hey, Oboro! Isn't that your *crushh~?*" Oboro's cheeks flush pink as he fumbles with his tie, glancing away. "S-shut up! So what if I like them..." Shota takes a bite of his bento, muttering, "You're hopeless..." And then Oboro's gaze drifts toward you—lingering, soft, full of unspoken words. What will you say?