Although Geometry isn't her best subject, Hana finds Mathematics to be quite fun. Almost as if there is a hidden conversation between all those numbers. She learns herself that just because something or someone is quiet, doesn't mean they don't have anything to say. Sharing an afternoon with the little flower bins back at Orudera had been refreshingly informative.

Hana lets out a happy sigh as she touches her cheek on the wooden surface of her table, studying the reddish brown chipped corners it has. The smell is amazing and best of all, it's so clean and so… blank. She loves the sound of chalk smoothly moved around the black board as Ectoplasm explaining the concepts behind their newly introduced formula.

Before she knew it, Hana's first day at school ended. Rather than holding an entrance ceremony and a presentation, they just picked up the books. As expect of U.A. of course. Kind of a shame since she was hoping to get to know some of the teachers better but after Midnight wraps up 'introduction' during home room, it is fairly clear that Hana signed up for a lot of hustle. Even though the school's fame comes from the Heroic Department, U.A.'s other departments do not fall behind in any national ranking of its category as far as anyone is concerned.

Their English teacher was Present Mic. She remembers him from the entrance exam orientation just as well as she did the uncomfortable silence treatment students were giving him. He seems strangely tame when it comes to teaching though. That is if she doesn't consider his style… or any other teacher's style for that matter.

Ironic how they wear their heroes costume when the students are in uniforms. It truly was a sight to see.

'Hey'

Hana noticed the boy name Shinso walking up to her desk and looking completely bored out of his mind. Panic sets in the closer he gets. Thoughts run through her mind like a psychotic checklist, analyzing why on Earth has this boy decided he wanted to strike a conversation with her.

Unlike every scenario in her head, he didn't come over to talk. He came over to gawk. And bluntly at it too. 'Just so you know,' he points, 'there's a purple lotus on your head'

Immediately, her hands shoot up, ripping the flower off of her hair.

'T-Thank you!' she gives him a rueful smile, 'For let me know'

'It's nothing' Shinso shifts his look towards the students around her leaving the classroom in a hurry, 'The ones sitting near you were kind of snickering the entire time and it was a bit distracting'

'Oh…'

Hana smacks her lips and sighs. 'I'm sorry'

'Why are you apologizing?' Shinso asks, 'You're not responsible for what they do'

'Well, yeah' she shrugs, studying him, 'But I still distracted you. I feel bad. Sometimes they just come out without me knowing. It's really weird isn't it? Growing a flower on you head'

'No', he disagrees 'I don't mind it. It's actually quite amusing since I never get to see a purple lotus before'

'O-Oh? I see'

Hana simpers. Her spine tingles hearing him talk. She puts the rest of her notes and books back into her back as she looks down at the flower now lying on her desk. That's the first time someone told her that her Quirk is amusing and not laughable. It actually doesn't feel bad at all.

She sneaks another look at Shinso.

He looks a little bit like Bakugo if she has to use a comparison. They both gel their hair up right, it's just Shinso's hair seems to be longer and softer. He's definitely kinder though, and maybe have more dark circles. Her middle school bully doesn't seem like the type to lose sleep over anything. She's pretty sure he definitely doesn't lose sleep thinking about what he did to the people he deems less special which is like 90 percent of student population.

Suddenly, Hana feels terrible. To think that she thought Shinso's name was weird and that he was difficult to approach. It's so nasty of her. She judged him by his looks. She more or less just gave him the same crap everyone else put her through for three years.

'You can have the flower if you want? I'm Morioka. N-Nice to meet you,' she reaches out her hand, hoping that her offering of peace works.

'Shinso,' he replies, returning her handshake and taking the lotus from her, 'Thanks for the flower'

She can't shake the guilt inside of her for thinking badly of him. He seems to see her or at least try to see her rather than her Quirk. Who was she to judge such a good person? She might even be able to count on him. Maybe he's the friend she wanted to have here. She's gotta have to start somewhere, right? He seems like quite the candidate.

'Hey! Erm…' Hana calls out before he could leave, 'Thanks for telling me, again. See you tomorrow… friend?'

Hesitantly sneaking a peek through her bang, she winces and watches Shinso gives her an entertained look. As he does, his thin and delicate eyebrows move closer to each other. 'That's not really how it works' the corner of his mouth slightly moves up, 'And I got better stuff to do'

'But… the flower…'

'Giving people flowers doesn't mean they're you friends. If I don't want to be your friend, I can pretty much just give it back, you know?' he suggests his flower-holding hand towards her.

Hana shakes her head. 'No…It's fine. That's not what I meant. I just thought… you know, that… never mind'

To be honest, seeing him offering to returns the flower feels terrible. Trying to make it not look terrible feels even worse. Hana's lost. It's not like she knows how to make friend. She didn't have one of those in middle school. How do people make friends really? Don't you just give each other gifts and stuff?

'You're funny' Shinso chuckles.

She looks up, afraid of the thought that he somehow read her mind. She starts to yell random words inside her head but since Shinso didn't flinch, she concluded that just must be a coincidence. Instead, he just chuckles. Which was just as bizarre. Hana didn't think he would, given that he seems… lacking the ability to accomplish such task.

'You really do sprout flower from your head' he continues, pointing at her head again, 'That's actually quite entertaining to watch. Does it hurt or does it just tickle?'

Without a warning, the boy reaches out, taking the flower off her head.

Hana backs away almost instantly from his sudden action. 'No! That's-It's a rose' she announces, frantically looking about as not to trip over air.

'Yes, and you are odd,' he smirks, '… I guess it's not bad having you hanging around. You don't seem like you'll hold me back'

She tilts her head, inching back to her spot next to him. 'Does that mean we are friends then?' Hana give him a hopeful look.

'You like cats or dogs?'

Her playful classmate questions.

'Cats!'

Hana answers instantly, probably too fast that it sounded like she squeaked. She takes a deep, calming breath. And repeats herself.

'I like cat'

Shinso shows a thoughtful and cheeky smile. He hums, crossing his arms in thoughts. She can hear her heart going crazy. Is the thing those neighbor moms told her about dog-person and cat-person true? Is he a dog-person? Does he hate her then?

Her mind was going wild again. So much that she didn't even notice her classmate studying her from head to toes.

'Alright then' he shrugs, 'I guess we're friends'

'Really?'

Hana wants to slap herself over the double check. Just take it at face value! She really didn't have to check that.

'Do you not want-'

'I do!' the girl frantically yelps, 'I do!'

'Okay then. I'll be going home. You're welcome to tag along' her newest friend bemusedly smiles, fixing his backpack.

Hana puts on her messenger bag as well, following him suit all the way out the door.

Her first friend on the first day at school. How proud would mom be!

Taking a peek at her new friend being on his phone, Hana studies the feature of his face. Why does he seem so laid back? She can barely stay still. But then again, he does appear to have more experience than she does in making friends so maybe this is nothing for him. She purses her lips together, secretly jealous of him and his phone. Must be nice having people to text.

'Morioka'

He unexpectedly speaks up.

'Yes?' she coughs, averting her eyes away from him right away.

'Why were you looking at me?' Shinso asks, much to her dismay.

He noticed.

She didn't think he would notice.

'It's nothing' Hana answers, pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. For the short moment her finger grazes her skin, she could feel the temperature difference in her lobe, 'I was just curious'

It might have been rude sneaking peeks at people but Hana just couldn't help herself. It's a strange feeling being next to a new friend. There's an awkward joy in the air hovering around them and boy she can smell it.

'It's a phone' the amused boy looks at her straight in the eyes, 'You have one too, don't you?'

Quietly, she nods. Embarrassment turns her cheeks cherry pink. She wanted to be cool about this, but the more she tries to be composed about this, the more he seems to make her panic.

'I-I guess I'll see you tomorrow then, Shinso-san!'

Hana announces, prancing ahead of him. She turns back and greets him with a wave.

This won't do.

She doesn't think that her heart can handle the situation any longer. Plus, she wants to find Midoriya and tells him about her first day at school. She wants to let him know she made a friend and if he doesn't mind, she'd also like to ask him to be her friend as well. Their incidental meetings are always cut short. Ever since their graduation at Orudera, they didn't run into each other the entire summer vacation. All they ever had was that one afternoon walking back together after he got into a fight on her behalf. That thirty minutes of walk was too short for her but it was magical enough.

Hana couldn't gather up the courage to ask him to be her friend then. Maybe she could now. Especially when she already managed to make friend with Shinso.

Students were already exiting the school when she made it to the gate, so it took her some time looking but hard work pays off. She finally found him. Same messy hair, same red combat boots. He was standing next to another students in glasses whose physique is one half his size.

'Midoriya-san!-'

'Hey! You two!'

Hana sees a girl passes by right in front of her, bubbly call out to Midoriya and the boy standing next to him – a girl with short bob cut hair.

Her heart drops.

She doesn't know why, but before Midoriya can see her, she walks away exiting the scene unfolding in front of her as fast as she could. She saw how really happy he is to see this girl who looks to be from his class? She has never seen any female from the Heroics Department before. Neither did she ever think about that.

The bob-cut girl seems so alive, so happy. She looks so much more outgoing and confident with backpack on her shoulders. And she has all his attention.

She can't seem to blame him. Even Hana has to admit, that girl was adorable – the kind of endearing that makes your heart flutters.

She didn't like it but of course, he'll have friends from the hero course. It's only natural. She just didn't want the thought to ever cross her mind, so she looks the other way. Hana keeps her eyes on the ground as she fast paces through another group of students. Their laughter is too loud and too obnoxious.

She stars to run.

A good person would just walk up to the three and introduce themselves but she could barely talk properly whenever she's around his proximity. There's virtually no outcomes where she sees herself becoming part of their little group.

Hana grips down the strap of her messenger bag. She moves as fast as she could to the P.E. ground.

Midoriya would want friends from the same Department as him. There isn't really a reason for him to accept her as his friend as far as all things are concerned. She's just another girl. There's plenty of those in his class she's sure. Heck, it looked like he was even blushing a little when that gal-pal of his arrived.

For the first time, the thought of being in Generals makes her sad.

She stops next to a cedar tree, sitting down next to it as she curls up into a ball. Something crumbles inside her chest. Hana breathes out, shakily. Maybe it's selfish to assume that he wants to know her. Maybe it's stupid for her to want to get to know him. He's in the Heroic Department, and his idol is pretty much the strongest hero to ever lived. Certainly, he wouldn't pay any mind to a girl with a sad, useless Quirk like her. All Midoriya wanted was to become a hero, and all she ever wanted was to do the exact opposite. There's no common point between them. No ground for them to be friends. Right?

But if her logic is right and her thoughts rational then it shouldn't hurt this much to see him with someone other than her. It shouldn't have hurt at all. He's happy, so why is she sad?

Hana sobs, hugging the cedar tree for comfort.

What if it's selfish?

What if it's stupid?

She still wants to tell him about Shinso. She still wants to let him know that the soup she had at lunch today was really delicious. Even though Hana knows that Midoriya might not feel the same way, what else should she do about her feeling?

'Morioka? What are you doing?'

Hana looks up, surprised.

The moment she saw him, something snapped. Without her consents, tears roll off her face and she sniff, unable to push back the negative feelings inside her heart. It came out, like there is nothing in the world that could hold her back. She chokes.

'S-Shinso-san'