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Heroes Before Dawn: A Tale of Friendship
Scenario:Back when there was no shigaraki no battles no... class 1a. When Shota aizawa and hizashi yamada Were younger and their old friend who died before they could become heroes. Oboro shirakumo. But wait! one more name Marise Arrieva. their girl best so lets see how they lived their lives before oboros death. Based off of My hero Acadamia Viglantes
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Shota Aizawa
young aspiring hero,friends with Hizashi and Oboro,short black hair,serious and protective.
Hizashi Yamada
young aspiring hero and strategist,friends with Shota and Oboro,tall with glasses,intelligent and cautious.
Marise Arrieva
the group's moral support and confidante.
Shota Aizawa here.
First off, I want to say that I'm not good at writing.
I'm not very good at expressing my feelings like that either.
But I'll try my best to write this down.
So here it goes.
I never thought I'd be reminiscing about the good old days without Shigaraki or Class 1A.
Back then, Shota Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada were just young men with dreams of becoming heroes.
Our lives were intertwined with those of our dear friend Oboro Shirakumo who left us too soon.
And then there was Marise Arrieva—the girl who brought us all together.
It's hard to believe how much life has changed since Oboro's passing.
Looking back now feels like a mix of nostalgia and pain.
Those carefree days before his death are etched in my memory forever.
Hizashi and I met in elementary school.
We were in the same class from first to sixth grade.
At first, I thought he was annoying because he always brought a book with him wherever he went, even to recess.
He'd read during breaks while the rest of us played tag or soccer.
I thought he was weird, but we still became friends.
But as time went on, I grew to like him.
He was smart and kind, and he'd always lend me his books.
I'd read them during class when the teacher wasn't looking.
I loved getting lost in the stories.
Hizashi and I were inseparable by the time we entered middle school.
We were both in the soccer club, and we'd often hang out after practice.
One day, we met a boy named Oboro.
He was a bit of a troublemaker and loved to play pranks on people.
But he was also really funny and had a good heart.
The three of us started hanging out together, and before long, we were best friends.
Then there was Marise—the girl who brought us all together.
She was always so cheerful and full of life.
She had this infectious laugh that could light up a room.
And she loved playing pranks on people too, just like Oboro.
The four of us would spend hours playing tag or hide-and-seek in the park near our homes.
We were inseparable.
As we grew older, things started to change.
Oboro began to develop feelings for Marise, but she was oblivous to his feelings
It broke his heart, but he never stopped caring for her.
Hizashi and I tried to be there for him as much as we could, but it wasn't easy seeing our friend in pain like that. Looking back now, I realize how much those days shaped us into who we are today.
We learned how to support each other through thick and thin, and that's something I'll always be grateful for.
Even though Oboro is no longer with us, his memory lives on in my heart.
The sun casts long shadows across the pavement as it begins its descent towards the horizon.
I approach the old playground where we used to spend countless hours playing tag and laughing together.
The rusted swings creak in the gentle breeze as if beckoning me to come closer.
I pause at the entrance, recalling how Hizashi would sit on the bench with his nose buried in a book while Oboro and Marise spun around on the merry-go-round behind him.
One afternoon, as we sat on the bench together, Oboro suddenly stood up and exclaimed, "Let's play a game of tag!"
His eyes sparkled with excitement as he ran off into the trees.
Hizashi and I exchanged a glance before following after him.
Marise was already running ahead, her ponytail bouncing behind her.
The sound of laughter echoed through the trees as we chased each other around.
I noticed Oboro watching Marise intently, his gaze filled with admiration.
Hizashi nudged me with his elbow and whispered, "He's got it bad for her."
I nodded in agreement, remembering how Oboro had mustered the courage to approach Marise when she sat alone at lunch one day.
That was how we first met her, and she became a part of our group from then on.
As we played tag, I could see Oboro's eyes following Marise's every move.
He finally managed to catch up to her and tagged her lightly on the arm.
Marise let out a laugh, her voice carrying through the trees as she tagged Oboro back.
Oboro grinned, his eyes alight with playful determination, and took off after her again.
Hizashi and I watched from a distance, sharing a knowing glance about the unspoken feelings between them.
The sun cast long shadows across the forest floor as Oboro closed the gap between them.
Marise darted around a tree, her ponytail whipping behind her.
Oboro lunged forward, his fingertips brushing against her sleeve just as she twisted away with a giggle.
The chase continued, their laughter echoing through the trees.
Just as Oboro was about to catch her, a squirrel suddenly darted out from the underbrush, weaving between their legs.
Startled, Marise stumbled backward, narrowly avoiding a collision with Hizashi.
The unexpected interruption sent us all into fits of laughter, breaking the tension of unspoken emotions.
Oboro leaned over, catching his breath as he watched the curious creature perch on a low branch.
"Looks like we've got a new player," he chuckled, glancing at Marise.
Hizashi adjusted his glasses, grinning at the scene unfolding before us.
As the laughter subsided, Marise suggested, "Yeah! We should head to the beach tomorrow!"
Her eyes sparkled with excitement.
Oboro nodded eagerly, his enthusiasm infectious.
Hizashi adjusted his glasses, considering the idea.
"Sounds like a plan," he agreed, glancing at me for confirmation.
I shrugged, a small smile playing on my lips.
"Why not?"
The warmth of our camaraderie settled over us as we sat down under a large oak tree, discussing what to bring for our beach outing.
Oboro teased Marise about her swimming skills, while Hizashi mapped out the best route to take.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, we all knew tomorrow would bring new adventures and deeper bonds.
The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the bustling train station.
Shota, Hizashi, Oboro, and Marise stood together, each carrying a bag filled with beach essentials.
Oboro bounced on his toes, his excitement palpable.
"Come on, guys! We don't want to miss the train!"
Marise adjusted her sunhat, teasing him about his impatience.
Hizashi double-checked the train schedule, ensuring they were on the right track and time.
As the train arrived, they boarded with laughter echoing in the carriage.
Shota watched his friends, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him.
The journey was filled with chatter and plans for the day ahead.
The train rattled along the tracks, the rhythmic clatter a comforting backdrop to their lively conversations.
Oboro sat across from Marise, his gaze occasionally drifting to her as she animatedly described her plans for building sandcastles.
Hizashi leaned over to Shota, discussing the best spot on the beach for their activities.
Shota nodded, half-listening, his attention drawn to Oboro's quiet admiration of Marise.
As the train approached their destination, Marise caught Oboro's eye and smiled warmly.
He blushed and looked away, his heart skipping a beat.
Marise leaned closer, her voice playful yet sincere.
"Oboro, you know you're welcome to join my sandcastle team, right?"
Oboro cleared his throat, trying to play it cool.
"Yeah, sure. I'd love to help."
The train pulled into the station, and the group eagerly disembarked, the salty sea breeze greeting them as they stepped onto the platform.
Oboro's eyes followed Marise as she adjusted her sunhat, her laughter mingling with the sound of crashing waves.
They made their way to the beach, finding a perfect spot on the sand to settle down.
Marise immediately began gathering buckets and supplies for her sandcastle endeavors.
Oboro offered to help, his admiration for her evident in his attentive actions.
Hizashi and Shota set up a makeshift volleyball net nearby, occasionally glancing over at their friends.
As Marise sculpted towers with Oboro's assistance, she playfully flicked sand at him.
Oboro laughed, brushing the sand from his arm.
"You know, Marise, I've always admired your creativity," he said, his voice carrying a hint of something deeper.
Marise paused, meeting his gaze with a curious smile. "Really? I thought you were just here for the competition."
Oboro grinned, his eyes sparkling.
"Maybe it's both."
He continued helping Marise shape the intricate details of the castle, their hands moving in tandem.
Hizashi and Shota joined them, bringing buckets of water to solidify the structure.
The sun shone brightly overhead, casting a warm glow over their creation.
Marise giggled as Oboro's fingers accidentally brushed against hers while smoothing the sand.
Hizashi suggested adding a moat, and everyone agreed enthusiastically.
Shota fetched more water, careful not to spill it on their masterpiece.
As they worked together, the group's laughter echoed across the beach, blending with the sound of waves gently lapping at the shore.
The tide began to rise, threatening to engulf their castle.
Oboro glanced at the encroaching water, a hint of urgency in his voice.
"We need to finish the moat before the tide gets any closer!"
Marise nodded, her eyes wide with determination, but just as they started digging faster, a distant shout caught their attention.
Oboro's head jerked up, his curiosity piqued.
He sprinted towards the shout, leaving the half-built castle behind.
Marise called out to him, concern etched on her face.
"Oboro, wait!"
But he didn't stop.
Hizashi and Shota exchanged a glance before following him.
The shout grew louder as they approached the water's edge.
A group of kids were arguing, their voices rising above the sound of the waves.
Oboro reached them first, trying to calm the situation.
One kid pushed another into the water, escalating the tension.
"Hey, hey, let's not do that," Oboro said, stepping between them with a reassuring smile.
The kid who had been pushed looked up at him, water dripping from his hair. "They took my ball and won't give it back!"
Hizashi arrived, placing a hand on Oboro's shoulder. "Let's see if we can work this out together, alright?"