MHA Sillies

The Summer Oboro Died

Featuring Dead Oboro possessed by Kurogiri, who has all of Oboro’s memories despite not really being him and being a little murder baby.

Best friend Aizawa, who is very sure he saw Oboro’s dead body before passing out and waking up only to find out his friend is alive on his first day back to school after summer internships.

Hizashi, the friend who plays oblivious, but has been to hear spirits and has suspected Oboro isn’t himself.

Random other nomu that appear and threaten Oboro’s ‘friends’ and need to be consumed by his portals.

Idea one: In memory of his childhood friend, he goes by the nickname he called him — Kacchan!

Picture this: Aizawa gets tired of Hizashi acting flirty during the school day and then not following through. Being a flirty tease just isn’t logical. If Hizashi likes him, he could just ask him out. So, he does the logical thing and asks Hizashi out after a few months of Hizashi obviously flirting with no follow through.

Hizashi is confused but accepts the date because how can he not! It’s in front of the whole class and rejecting him would be so out of character with the persona he has been cultivating. After a few canceled dates, Hizashi finally shows up and i100% shows up as the hero persona he has been trying to emulate during class. He is 100% Present Mic. Loud, obnoxious, high energy. Annoying and overly romantic in a cheesy, romcom way, because OBVIOUSLY Shouta wants to date an awesome, cool, amazing person. And Hizashi isn’t any of those things, so he will just have to go on the date as Present Mic to overcome the social anxiety of dating his longtime crush and best friend. He is so focused on being on Mic the whole date long, he doesn’t notice how annoyed Shouta is getting.

More like Daddy Decibel.

His voice breaks glass and hearts.

His mouth is probably insured for over a million dollars and I wanna know first hand what it do, tho.

I wanna make him moan in Dolby Surround Sound.

His voice so loud I can hear it echoing through my deepest fantasies.

The only mic drop I’m interested in is when he drops the bass so hard my panties drop with it.

Mic’s parents wanted a kid for so long and went through treatment and everything else for him. When he was born, yeah, the scream and the bleeding from the ears was not expected, but they wouldn’t have it any other way after years and years of heart break. They spent so much time and money and pain to end up with this screaming bundle. What was a little hearing loss in the long run?

My brain is all like, after the incident that killed him, he instead lost his eye and had to work to recover from the lack of depth perception. However, Oboro takes it in stride while all of his friends are blaming themselves for his loss. Which is just silly. Because with the eyepatch he has a new branding! He can be Loud Cloud: The Sky Pirate!

He keeps trying to convince Hizashi to lean into the parrot role of a pirate. But Hizashi says he will never include feathers or fur like material in his costumes (sneezing= bursting an entire building’s windows and he needs to maintain control).

Then, years down the line, in the midst of a large battle, he happens across the Hero Commission’s prized pet on his debut: SQUAWKS! (No… it’s Hawks… please, sir, my hero name is H-A-W-K-S!) Much to the Hero Commission’s irritation, and Keigo’s feigned annoyance (anything that upsets the hero commission goons can’t be all that bad), the name Squawks catches on. And due to that name catching on, people always want to see him with The Sky Pirate as a team up. The hero commission gives in hoping at least they will be able to salvage it with some popularity, and thus they allow Hawks to join Loud Cloud during a good portion of his patrols. Their quirks are so similar, with Squawks controlling and manipulating feathers and Cloud controlling clouds that they learn to work together seamlessly and defeat situations in half the time. Oboro with his staff, and Keigo with his feather blade back to back while a whirl of fog like mist and feathers surround them is a sight to behold. A pirate and his trusty feathered companion

(Oboro 100% carries around crackers to give to Keigo as a reward after good missions. The fact he was rarely rewarded for anything he did with the commission makes his chest warm while he eats it, all the while complaining things like “I’M NOT A PARROT!” Though, he will absolutely claw the eyes out of anyone’s face if they try to take that cracker from him.)

Hizashi: I’ve had better.

Aizawa is a great black dragon who lives in a cave deep in a dark and dangerous forest, far from humanity. He does this for many reasons. The first is that humans are loud, so the further from the kingdom the better, and the deeper into the forest he is the less likely they will approach. The second reason is that his magic sustains him as a dragon. Dragons are known for going entire years in deep slumber. So much so that it’s not uncommon for annoying humans to be the number one cause of their deaths, breaking into caves and killing dragons and claiming they battled the dragon and won. So, it is safer to hide in a cave far from disgusting humans.

It is during one such nap that he awakes to the sound of a human woman and man’s voice. How or why they came to his cave is immediately apparent when he cracks one eye and sees them talking to a young child. Practically a hatchling. They tell the boy to wait in the cave while the two of them go get food and firewood and explain they will be right back. As they exit the cave, his ears pick up their voices still. Stating that, with how far they came into the forest this time there is no way he will be able to follow them out without getting lost and eaten by a monster. They are finally free of it.

Aizawa sits and ponders for a time, watching the boy sit there patiently for its parent’s return. He expects them to scream or fuss, but the boy doesn’t do anything of the sort. Humans call the creatures of the forest monsters, but they would never abandon their spawn for no good reason.

He should ignore it. The human larva will obviously grow up to be a man. With a sword and a loud voice and an uncaring, boisterous manner. The world will be much better with one less man in it.

He hears its stomach growl. He ignores it. It’s not his fault the creature will die. It was its disgusting parents. Hours pass and it begins to sob.

He tells himself he is just doing this to keep it quiet so he can go back to sleep. Deep down, he knows the quickest way to quiet it would be to kill it. But he can’t bring himself to crush such a pathetic creature. Perhaps, one day, when it’s full grown he will be able to bring himself to kill it.

He uncurls and steps towards the child, curious to see how it would take to having his full might bearing down on it. His read eyes glowing in the cave. When the boy sees him, it doesn’t scream. It doesn’t beg like adults of its kind do. It goes quiet and watches him with curiosity. Then it slowly gets up and toddles towards him, completely forgetting its hunger and sorrow in the face of his form.

“Kitty!”

The child, obviously a moron but what human isn’t, stops at his front claw and gives it a pat and looks up at him with a chubby little smile, his purple eyes gleaming, a similar color to his hair.

He feels a heat in his chest that is strangely unrelated to his flames. Different from the rage he usually feels when he is dealing with humans.

He lifts his claw and knocks the child over, but it just giggles. He presses his snout into the child’s body, trying to see what was so wrong with it that would make it be abandoned. It smells like magic. A strong aura. Why would humans want to rid themselves of such a weapon?

After a few moments of contemplation while he pins it in place with a well placed claw through the hem of its shirt as it continues to babble and snort while attempting to stand like it’s a game, he activates his own magic. He transforms himself into the shape of a man, his wings melting into a black cloak and his scales fitting into a human looking warrior garb.

The child laughs and claps his hands like he did little more than a cheep parlor.

He looks down at the child, his face stony while his chest continued to feel a strange and irritating warmth.

He scowls down at the child, rubbing his sternum. He must be getting sick.

Maybe he slept for too long. Perhaps it was time for him to remain awake long enough to explore the world and see if anything changed in the past 100 years. Have a few new experiences.

He reaches down and picks up the human child. It coos at him, slapping his cheek, but it’s pathetically weak. It will be a long time before this little human will be old enough to be a threat to anything but itself. Especially if it goes around smacking every monster it meets.