Jirou remembers the soft shine of the sun in her eyes
The shade from Uraraka's arm painting Jirou's face
As she stretches out her hand
Tips of her fingers pretending to run through the white fluff
Wading through a sea of blue
Almost as if she could rip that light straight out of the sky
(She'd never need to
Uraraka shines so bright already
Like the closest star in the night sky
Of course, Jirou would much rather steal her instead
Slip by her in the halls one day
Wordlessly
Snatch her up in plain sight
Drag her
Hand in unlovable hand
Out those front door
Riding the wind to wherever it takes them)
Floating petals brush against Jirou's face
As she plucks blades of grass
1 by 1
Mina mutters something about a pretty view
(It takes Jirou a moment for it to sink in
As she sinks deeper into the tuff of green tickling her neck
Her friends gazing at the sky,
Petals,
Clouds,
Trees,
Sun,
Not the star lying by her side,
With her soft hands,
Faintly folding the edges of her skirt
Rosy cheeks,
Sore from grinning
Wide eyes,
Sparkling in the light
Jirou figures she could stand to be a bit more observant)
Momo offers a soft smile in response.
Tooru hums in agreement
(Or acknowledgment?
She's so tough to read
Everyone's so tough to read)
Voices so soft
Kind
Soothing
(Kaminari said the same about her's once
Uraraka too
They're sweet
Maybe even right)
Could lull her to sleep so effortlessly
With the help of the sunshine
Beating down on her skin
Warmth radiating from her...
Classmates?
...Friends
As they lay still with her
Blades of grass tickling their skin
Jirou remembers how it felt to lie with girls like that
Back when she was young
When they let her just be
Cover her ears to muffle suffocating sounds
Hum to herself
Scoot closer to whisper something snarky in their ears
Drown in their soft laughs
(And Jirou's never overdramatic
Really, she isn't
But, god
Uraraka's airy giggle sounds
So
Damn
Lovely
It bubbles up from her chest
Rises up and floats in the air
Hovers for just a moment to ring in Jirou's ears
Before finding itself caught in the wind
Rustling the leaves
Painting the backdrop of woodland creatures scuttling about and gentle chirps far off in the distance
And, oh, how it intertwines itself with Jirou's low chuckle
The two opposing frequencies blending together
Melting into sweet, sweet harmony
The accompaniment the soft murmur of conversation
About...boys, she thinks?
Who knows
Who cares
Her man is shining
Bright as the sun
And buzzing like the bees somewhere else
Right now
It's just Jirou and her and them)
Brush her hand against theirs
Exist
She hasn't had that since 1st grade
She never lets it go
Grips it tight
Digs her nails into it
Refusing to let it slip
