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