A New Understanding

"You know, tbh, I never knew what gender you were, Osby," I said while smiling, my voice light and casual. Oslo's form seemed to pause, his darkness coalescing into a more defined shape as he regarded me. For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of surprise, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of curiosity. Oslo's presence seemed to shift, like a shadow rearranging itself to take on a more defined form. I felt a sense of wonder, a sense of discovery, as I realized that I had never really considered his gender before. It was a strange oversight, given that I had been so focused on understanding his role in my life. "I...I suppose I didn't have a gender," Oslo said, his voice low and thoughtful. "At least, not one that I was aware of." I nodded, feeling a sense of understanding. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense," I said. "You're a part of me, after all. A manifestation of my Quirk." Oslo's form seemed to nod in agreement, his darkness flowing like a liquid as he moved. "I suppose that's true," he said. "But it's interesting to consider, don't you think? The idea that I could be seen as male or female, or neither." I smiled, feeling a sense of curiosity. "Yeah, I guess it is," I said. "It's just...I never really thought about it before." Oslo's presence seemed to chuckle, a low, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through my entire body. "I suppose that's because you were too busy trying to figure out what I was," he said. I laughed, feeling a sense of amusement. "Yeah, I guess that's true," I said. "But now that I think about it, I realize that it doesn't really matter what your gender is. You're still the same person, the same presence in my life." Oslo's form seemed to nod in agreement, his darkness flowing like a liquid as he moved. "I'm glad you feel that way," he said. "Because, to be honest, I'm still figuring it out myself." I smiled, feeling a sense of connection. "Well, I'm glad we're figuring it out together," I said. As we stood there, I realized that Oslo's presence seemed to have changed, ever so slightly. His darkness seemed less defined, less solid, and I felt a sense of wonder as I realized that he was still growing, still changing. "Hey, Osby?" I said, my voice low and serious. "Yeah?" Oslo replied, his voice a low, rumbling sound. "I'm glad you're here," I said, my voice filled with emotion. Oslo's form seemed to smile, a sense of warmth and connection flowing between us. "I'm glad too," he said.