It was a good day.
The soft smile Himeko woke with had yet to leave, her cheeks rosy from the hours they remained in the same position, while the left half of her bottom lip was covered in small cuts (which came from her trying to suppress her ever growing smile.
To be honest, she wasn't sure why today was such a good day. It just sort of felt like one, you know?
Twirling her pencil, Himeko stared out the window. The warm caress of the sun kissed her cheeks as the glass protected her from the harsh breeze that rattled the trees. October was slowly creeping in and Himeko relished every moment. No longer would she have to deal with the overbearing heat, the desire to cut her hair (which was still there, but she no longer desired a pixie cut—a style that her mom feverishly refuted, saying her face was much too round for it…whatever that meant), or shorts. Now she could cozy up in overly large sweatshirts and sweatpants, drinking as much coffee as she wanted without being judged for it. Himeko tilted her head at the thought, it was rather odd that people were less judgement when you drank five cups of coffee in the colder seasons than the warmer, wasn't it.
Gran Torino (Himeko wasn't ashamed to say that she truly had forgotten his name) was busy ranting about something that she should've considered important. But she didn't, because today was a good day.
"Tanaka," Gran Torino, she quickly came to learn, held a very odd feeling towards her. Though it wasn't hatred, the old man seemed to be incredibly…strict with her. No nonsense and all that. It almost felt like he was keeping a close on her, but for the purpose of something else. Maybe he noticed that whenever he called on her, her Sunflower's shoulders would tense and his head would tilt ever-so-slightly to the side…as though he was trying to see her from the very corner of his eye.
Just as she predicted, Toshi's shoulders hunched at the sound of her name leaving Gran Torino's lips, his muscles pulling his uniform tight against his back. The left bang (Himeko wasn't sure what she was supposed to call the longer strands that rested on either side of his face), falling further to the side with the slight tilt of his head.
"Yes?" Himeko asked, the smile faltering a bit, but not completely disappearing.
"Either get your heads out of the clouds or learn to control your quirk." Gran Torino said, eyebrows narrowed in annoyance, "My classroom is not your greenhouse."
Now, although Himeko loathed having a quirk, she didn't exactly loathe her quirk. It wasn't horribly destructive and, most of the time, she barely had to use half of it to get a task done. However, because of how powerful her quirk had the potential to be, it was harder to control. Hence why she was so upset after the entrance exam (she hadn't meant to lose control, it's just hard, you know? No one's ever taught her how to use her quirk—what an easy way to retain the power was… but she promised that she didn't mean to lose control).
Her classmates were looking at her. Their glances and stares only emphasized the look of shock on their face—the look of wonder. God, she wanted to roll her eyes. They made it seem like her quirk was a big deal; it wasn't. Nobody had truly seen it and, because of that—because it was new—it was interesting. With a half-hearted flick of her hand, the colorful blobs that entwined around the legs of her desk and crept down the wall receded through the cracks.
"My bad." Was all she said.
Gran Torino gave her one last stare, his eyes cold yet perplexed…almost like he still couldn't figure something out (but what was there to figure out?), before turning back to the board and continuing his lecture. However, his eyes seemed to linger on Toshi for a moment too long. Himeko frowned at this, the smile finally slipping from her face. Gran Torino was thinking of something—something that Himeko knew she wasn't going to like.
And, by Toshi's shift in his seat, the way he angled his body in an attempt to block her from anyone's prying eyes (which, while it was sweet, was a bit ridiculous since he was in the first row and to the left of her), something was going on.
Well, fuck, Himeko slumped in her seat, ignoring the petunia that was beginning to sprout from the side of her pencil.
We are officially transitioning into part TWOOO! this chapter is incredibly crucial for the upcoming ones so if anyone has any ideas...hehe, let me know what you think!
starrat: Ahh! Thank you, I'm so glad you liked it!
ADDBaby: your comment is so SWEET! hahah I can assure you that her and Aizawa will have an...interesting relationship to say the least. and i'm honestly so glad you're enjoying this story. i worry that the length is a 'turn off' to some people, so it makes me very happy to hear that it's liked
Yuki Suou: thank you! and, ikr!? himeko definitely likes to pretend that she doesn't care...when she really does
Guest (Fraser): I hope the chapter issue is solved and don't worry, this story won't be taken down. I'm so glad you like it and i hope you like this chapter!
Chi Yagami: I'm so glad the issue is fixed! And yes! Himeko's quirk will be making more of an appearance (as seen in this chapter). yes! himeko is very 'emo' right now and she only wishes she was in THG is because she thinks she won't feel so lost (basically being in MHA makes her feel unprepared and she doesn't like that). But I agree, i would never want to be in THG universe for anything. i hope you like the update!
rainfallMyth: your comment is so sweet and it made my day! thank you, and i'm so glad you like this story! and tbh same. what literally drove me to write this story was the fact that i felt like All Might deserved so much more
stay safe and pls be kind to others during this time
ana!
