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First things first.. let me introduce you to a story which I wrote a few weeks ago.. x3
It's still not the complete story though as I will add it when I've finished this little comic of mine.. 8) Let me just say that I have kind of a soft spot of these kinds of oc interactions.. They show that our beloved characters can be so much more than just a few lines on paper! They shouldn't be identified by their canon love interests.. (if they have one) They can be so much more than that.. They can be friends, opponents, fellow sufferer, etc. That's why I decided to create this little story, which actually includes only Eien-no-Yoru 's Shujin and Sochi-suzuki 's mizue but I came to the point where I thought that it would be nice to tell this story through the eyes of some other oc's, which in this case are Eien-no-Yoru 's Akumu, my Aoi and Zinerya 's Sayori, whom will join them soon (even though a bit more unwillingly)

WARNING: OCXOC Interactions, bad writing skillz and grammar ahead!!!

How? How the fuck could she have come this far? The more he thought about it, the more he forced himself to think about it, the more bitter he became.
Dark ocean blue streaks hung over his eyes like a curtain which captured him deep within his mind. Everything crumbled apart, the deeper he got into it, the more clearly his view became. He thought so, at least. "She's just like her dad.. How the fuck could they allow her to enter this school?", he clenched his fists. Fingernails dug into his white flesh, until soft streaks of red rinsed through his fingers. Suddenly he stood up, wiped his hands on his black shirt and managed to take a look over his shoulder.
He completely forgot where he was.. He needed a moment to collect his thoughts because he was so clouded by all the hate which burned up inside of him. The marks on his palms still left red stains on his skin. He once again, wiped it off and sighed. He managed to look at his watch. It was around 03:35 in the morning. How the fuck did he just manage to let this girl dig this deep into his mind again? This sucked so badly.. He couldn't think of a reason which was.. Well, reasonable?!
How could he be this fucked up because of this little shit? Hell, she'll probably become a villain anyway, so why did it bother him this much, that Akumu attends to the same school he does? Either way, him being this messed up because of Fukuro was just.. Not right? Why did it bother him so much anyway? His forehead showed deep wrinkles because he was so deeply captured by his own thoughts.. Even though he tried to fight it so badly. He clenched his teeth and briefly pulled back his hair. He walked over, taking a careful look into the mirror.. It was dark but the soft moonlight allowed him to see his own shape anyways. The shades under his bright green eyes seemed to be way darker than the rest of his skin. He sighed once again while putting his sports uniform on. He needed to get rid of these hauntingly annoying thoughts, no matter what! He couldn't think straight, he couldn't even breathe evenly. That's when he decided to silently leave his dorm room behind, as well as the whole dorm house. A breath of fresh air seemed to be the right thing to him now. The freezing cold air hopefully got to bring him back on track.
That's when his gaze captured the view of piercing red orbs just a few meters away from him. "Fukuro..", this color once again triggered all the frustration he had bottled up inside of him. The feeling of anger swallowed up into his eyes as he started to sprint towards the direction of the bright red orbs.. He couldn't take it anymore.. It was red.. Everything he saw was red.. And then he snapped.. The other person couldn't even react because everything just happened in the blink of an eye. He stretched his hand out, reaching for the throat of his opponent. Everything around them was dark.. Only these red eyes reminded him on the anger he just tried to get rid of a few moments ago.. The other one wasn't able to say anything as the stretched out hand of shujin already reached the throat. His view was clouded, his mind on fire.. Everything he heared was the soft gasp of the one he just attacked. He didn't know how or why he did this but he dragged the frail person with him, only to pin her against a tree.
Blinded by hate and driven by rage he once again reached out for her throat.. "H-how does it feel like to be in this kind of situation?", he breathed in silently. "I wonder if my dad felt like this when your father killed him... Fukuro..", these words were so full of pain, his inner conflict started to drive him insane. Angrily he tightened his grip around her throat. "Ssshh.. Shu- Shujin..", a husky voice.. So soft and tender.. It was nothing like Akumu's.. His eyes widened in shock as he stepped back from the frail figure..

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This is actually my first attempt on drawing in a manga-like style.. 8) I still have so much more to learn but actually I'm very happy with the result here already.. 8D
Oh and It's actually my own artstyle, maybe inspired by BnHA but not completely.. xD
The poses are done by me as well so anatomy errors included!!!
I still need and want to learn so much more.. I hope to get the chance to join some collabs and/or more discord groups in the future as I hope to get in touch with even more ppl.. 8D
Pwease, take me under ur wings.. I'm freakin awkward and shy xDDDDD
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BnHA: Horikoshi
Akumu, Shujin: Eien-no-Yoru

Mizue: Sochi-suzuki
Aoi: ME

Description
First things first.. let me introduce you to a story which I wrote a few weeks ago.. x3
It's still not the complete story though as I will add it when I've finished this little comic of mine.. 8) Let me just say that I have kind of a soft spot of these kinds of oc interactions.. They show that our beloved characters can be so much more than just a few lines on paper! They shouldn't be identified by their canon love interests.. (if they have one) They can be so much more than that.. They can be friends, opponents, fellow sufferer, etc. That's why I decided to create this little story, which actually includes only Eien-no-Yoru 's Shujin and Sochi-suzuki 's mizue but I came to the point where I thought that it would be nice to tell this story through the eyes of some other oc's, which in this case are Eien-no-Yoru 's Akumu, my Aoi and Zinerya 's Sayori, whom will join them soon (even though a bit more unwillingly)

WARNING: OCXOC Interactions, bad writing skillz and grammar ahead!!!

How? How the fuck could she have come this far? The more he thought about it, the more he forced himself to think about it, the more bitter he became.
Dark ocean blue streaks hung over his eyes like a curtain which captured him deep within his mind. Everything crumbled apart, the deeper he got into it, the more clearly his view became. He thought so, at least. "She's just like her dad.. How the fuck could they allow her to enter this school?", he clenched his fists. Fingernails dug into his white flesh, until soft streaks of red rinsed through his fingers. Suddenly he stood up, wiped his hands on his black shirt and managed to take a look over his shoulder.
He completely forgot where he was.. He needed a moment to collect his thoughts because he was so clouded by all the hate which burned up inside of him. The marks on his palms still left red stains on his skin. He once again, wiped it off and sighed. He managed to look at his watch. It was around 03:35 in the morning. How the fuck did he just manage to let this girl dig this deep into his mind again? This sucked so badly.. He couldn't think of a reason which was.. Well, reasonable?!
How could he be this fucked up because of this little shit? Hell, she'll probably become a villain anyway, so why did it bother him this much, that Akumu attends to the same school he does? Either way, him being this messed up because of Fukuro was just.. Not right? Why did it bother him so much anyway? His forehead showed deep wrinkles because he was so deeply captured by his own thoughts.. Even though he tried to fight it so badly. He clenched his teeth and briefly pulled back his hair. He walked over, taking a careful look into the mirror.. It was dark but the soft moonlight allowed him to see his own shape anyways. The shades under his bright green eyes seemed to be way darker than the rest of his skin. He sighed once again while putting his sports uniform on. He needed to get rid of these hauntingly annoying thoughts, no matter what! He couldn't think straight, he couldn't even breathe evenly. That's when he decided to silently leave his dorm room behind, as well as the whole dorm house. A breath of fresh air seemed to be the right thing to him now. The freezing cold air hopefully got to bring him back on track.
That's when his gaze captured the view of piercing red orbs just a few meters away from him. "Fukuro..", this color once again triggered all the frustration he had bottled up inside of him. The feeling of anger swallowed up into his eyes as he started to sprint towards the direction of the bright red orbs.. He couldn't take it anymore.. It was red.. Everything he saw was red.. And then he snapped.. The other person couldn't even react because everything just happened in the blink of an eye. He stretched his hand out, reaching for the throat of his opponent. Everything around them was dark.. Only these red eyes reminded him on the anger he just tried to get rid of a few moments ago.. The other one wasn't able to say anything as the stretched out hand of shujin already reached the throat. His view was clouded, his mind on fire.. Everything he heared was the soft gasp of the one he just attacked. He didn't know how or why he did this but he dragged the frail person with him, only to pin her against a tree.
Blinded by hate and driven by rage he once again reached out for her throat.. "H-how does it feel like to be in this kind of situation?", he breathed in silently. "I wonder if my dad felt like this when your father killed him... Fukuro..", these words were so full of pain, his inner conflict started to drive him insane. Angrily he tightened his grip around her throat. "Ssshh.. Shu- Shujin..", a husky voice.. So soft and tender.. It was nothing like Akumu's.. His eyes widened in shock as he stepped back from the frail figure..

More tba ;3

____________________________

This is actually my first attempt on drawing in a manga-like style.. 8) I still have so much more to learn but actually I'm very happy with the result here already.. 8D
Oh and It's actually my own artstyle, maybe inspired by BnHA but not completely.. xD
The poses are done by me as well so anatomy errors included!!!
I still need and want to learn so much more.. I hope to get the chance to join some collabs and/or more discord groups in the future as I hope to get in touch with even more ppl.. 8D
Pwease, take me under ur wings.. I'm freakin awkward and shy xDDDDD
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BnHA: Horikoshi
Akumu, Shujin: Eien-no-Yoru

Mizue: Sochi-suzuki
Aoi: ME