I'm A Potential Masterpiece

Prompt 1: “We only part to meet again.” Luka ‘ER’

It’s not every day that you bury your best friend for the second time.

Teenage Shouta thought nothing could be worse than watching the paramedics cover Oboro’s dead body, the way his reality shattered in an instant by a fallen building. He truly thought that there was nothing that could hurt him more than his best friend’s death.

Then he watched Bakugo die. His loud but confident student left shattered on the ground while his comrades desperately stitched him up. Best Jeanist did his best to hold the wound closed as Edgeshot disappeared into the cavity where Bakugo’s heart should be.

Eraserhead was forced to keep his eyes open; he couldn’t look away from the madhouse lest the control on the villain be interrupted. The scream that left Monoma would haunt him until his last breath. Mirio dodged each pillar thrown at him. Nejire floated seamlessly overhead. Tamaki conquered his nervous demeanor to send the largest blast Shouta had seen from the boy Shigaraki’s way. A display of teamwork most pro heroes had yet to accomplish. None of it mattered. They had sent these children to die in a war that adults caused.

Bakugo survived the war. All his students were alive. They won, but how do you repay that debt to children too young to understand how their lives were forever changed? Will Midoriya have nightmares of his friend’s lifeless body? How will Jiro work around losing half her Quirk ability?

School didn’t teach him how to lose a friend, nor did it teach him how to handle the trauma of the children he was given to protect.

He sighed. As a 31-year-old man now kneeling at not one, but two graves, he couldn’t help but wonder how the world would be different if he had been trapped under that building; if his friend hadn’t been mutilated into a puppet to cater to the whims of a traumatized manchild. Shouta liked to believe Oboro’s consciousness didn’t come to the surface until he and Hizashi called to him. Hope was useless in their profession. In the end, Oboro Shirakumo died twice.

Hizashi stood behind him, paying respects to another lost friend.

“Shouta, do you really think that was Oboro in there? Or just Kurogiri dominating his body?”

Shouta grunted as he stood up, still not used to the prosthetic leg. “We should have died when we fell off the Coffin in the Sky. Regardless of who was in control, he saved us, like Oboro always did.”

He looked toward Hizashi, unshed tears in his husband’s eyes. He recognized that expression: the tight smile and tired eyes.

“Do you think he’s finally at peace?”

Shouta reached for Hizashi’s hand. “Yeah, he died doing what he loved: saving the people he cared about.”

A cloud moved overhead, casting a shadow over the newly marked stone. The couple stood silently as they bowed their heads a final time.

It’s not every day that you bury your best friend twice, but Shouta smiled up at the sky because it’s not every day you get the chance to say goodbye.

“You knew… for years and said nothing!”

“Moonlight…”

Shouta recoiled, “don’t call me that.”

He never had a clear image of the person until now. Long blond hair and those ridiculously beautiful green eyes. He was right. The man in his dreams was his best friend. An older version of Hizashi.

“You let me become friends with him knowing he would die? Why?”

Future Hizashi sighed. “Time does not like to be disturbed.”

“That’s not good enough. ANSWER ME! What do you mean?”

How could this happen? This was the person he came to for encouragement. The only one who gave a damn about him while his father couldn’t be bothered to look his way.

His hands shook as he reached towards the voice. “You’ve always helped me. Why not now?”

A tired laugh caused his heart to seize. “You aren’t owed the answers you want. People die. And others have to move on.”

“Who are you? You can’t be Hizashi. He would never talk about Oboro that way.”

Shouta shrunk in on himself longer the silence lasted. He wrapped his arms around his stomach.

“The version of me you know has never been forced to spend a day without you.”

This Yamada Hizashi spoke too much like him. How long does Hizashi stay by his side to adopt his cadence?

Shouta looked closer, Hizashi’s green eyes had bags underneath them. The sweater he wore was black with a pair of yellow goggles on the front. This was not a man who was enjoying life.

“Zashi, are you okay?”

Shouta was rewarded with a big smile.

“Moonlight, don’t worry about me. I’m doing what needs to be done.”

“Is there a question you will answer?”

Future Hizashi hummed softly. The melody from the music box Shouta’s mother left him.

Shouta felt tears trail down his cheeks. They fell faster than the heels of his palms could stop them. Warmth spread all over his body, and the lights surrounding him grew brighter.

“Zashi? What’s happening?”

“Wake up, Moonlight. Everything will be fine.”

No idea if this will continue, just had the scene in my head.

Nemuri narrowed her eyes, “No, you don’t. You weren’t here, Shouta. I was here. For all of it. The tears, the alcohol, and my God the playlist of your favorite songs.”

“You’re right. I wasn’t there. I left you to take care of Hizashi.”

“You think I’m just angry because of Hizashi?”

Shouta frowned. “You were upset on his behalf last night. Why else would you be angry?”

Nemuri stared at him. "Are you serious?

She smacked him on the shoulder. “You’re my friend too. Idiot!” Another hit. “You could have died and we wouldn’t have known.”

Shouta put his hand up to prevent another impact. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Fucking be here.”

I love EraserMic but I also love Nemuri ❤️ can’t wish for to be finished.

Sure, it’s fun to compare how they look, and see people call him Minizawa but think of how smart it is.

Shinso is now an underground hero. At night, a villian is going to think they are seeing Eraserhead (assuming they know vaguely what he looks like) so they aren’t guarded with their words.

It’s the perfect disguise… he has the voice modulator. He can sound like Eraserhead.

Now villains have no idea what they are up against until it’s too late.

Was this intentional? Who knows.

Do I spend way too much time thinking about quirks and MHA? Yes.

Enjoy my 6AM random rambling. ❤️

Decided to post one here:

Shouta opened his eyes; the sun slipped through the curtains. Hizashi never remembered to fully close them.

He looked over at his husband’s side of the bed to see blond hair cascading around him. Shouta reached over to run his fingertips through the pieces closest to him.

Hizashi was a patient man. When people find out they’re married, they always think Shouta is the patient one. They don’t know how Hizashi pursued his friendship for weeks. Dodging sniping remarks and dirty looks.

When Oboro died, Shouta threw himself into training. In the corner of every room sat Yamada Hizashi. For a man so loud, he moved through Shouta’s silence like he belonged there.

The love he had for Hizashi could take his breath away. The thought sounded romantic but the way his husband was stitched into his DNA was all-consuming. Shouta would wake up in the middle of the night just to make sure he was there. He knew the sound of his footsteps in every hallway.

Losing Oboro left him hollow, but even the thought of losing Hizashi felt like an amputation. Who else would stay with him while he pieced himself back together? No one loved him like Hizashi did.

Here is a snippet, which I think makes a good summary.

Shouta knew this wouldn’t go smoothly. Hizashi wanted to help. He promised it would be simple. A full surveillance team at his disposal. Yet, they managed to lose his six-foot-tall husband.

I’ve missed writing fanfic. So many ideas.

Mic as a villain would be terrifying because he made the student’s ears bleed and he was just being nonchalant about it. Thinking of him using his quirk on a large scale to actually hurt people… is crazy.