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Hitoshi rolls around in his bed.

He keeps thinking back to what happened in the cafeteria.

Despite the cold attitude of the other kids in the class were giving her, she doesn't seem bothered. Morioka is always on her botanical book, often simpering by herself while turning the pages. Other times, when students from 1-A passes by, she'd steal looks at the them. Hitoshi doesn't understand her and her thing for that one student in the Heroic Department. To him, hero course members are just a bunch of people with only a few points above him. Half of them are ignorant, and half of them are obnoxious. But she obviously has somewhat of a crush on that kid.

Sometimes he wonders if Morioka is just like them, but he also knows that there's something familiar about her. Both of them, outcasted by others because of their Quirks. Somehow, he feels like that bound them – two people with feelings no one else could comprehend.

'You mail has come!'

The phone notification startles him a little. The boy makes a mental note to change the setting from All-Might voice to something… calmer. Hitoshi checks his phone to see what the notification was about and notices among his other blatantly ignored SNSs, there is a new message from Morioka.

'Hitoshi-san!' it says, 'How are you?'

Well, that's not awkward at all for a text, Hitoshi raises his eyebrow.

'Bored,' he writes back, 'You?'

'I'm taking care of my cactus right now. I grew a new cactus today'

There are many things he would like to comment on that reply but he is most curious about the word 'grew'. Did she mean she raised it from a seed or just popped it off her head like she's some sort of ridiculous gachapon?

'Show me' Hitoshi types, doing his damn best to push down the urge to ask her if she produced the plant or not.

It's not like he wanted to see it or anything. He doesn't even know why he texted her something like that. He doesn't really understand why he text her back anyway. They haven't really shared any secrets that sets her apart from the others. Maybe except from what happened in the cafeteria.

Hitoshi has been spending his night thinking about it. He remembers the way she almost got eaten alive by the crowd and how worried was when the boy thought he lost her amongst all those students. Even when the bell rang, the only thing in his head was to keep her safe.

He never had that kind of thought before. It was… strange.

Another text message from her and Hitoshi wasted no time opening it up. He breathes out softly at a picture of a mini cactus with one small purplish flower sitting on top of it.

'Isn't it cute?', her message continues.

'Not really,' Hitoshi replies, didn't even notice the faint smile on his lips, 'Does it have a name or something?'

'Yeah' she responds instantly, 'I named him Shinso! Doesn't he kinda look like you?'

He freezes mid-typing, having trouble deciding how to feel.

A part of him cringes, reminding him of what a peculiar girl Morioka was while another finds her delight somewhat endearing. Mostly, he just feels odd seeing a picture of what apparently his plant personification.

'Did you know that there's going to be a sport festival soon?' he sends, feeling that it might be better for him to change the topic.

He doesn't want to get pulled in. It doesn't feel right.

'No' Morioka replies, adding a surprise emoji to her text.

'There's going to be one soon, and you might want to participate. You probably will meet your contact-number friend'

It took a while before another text from Morioka would come.

He stares at his phone. Anxious. He was actually expecting her to text back and this time, waiting for the reply was a bit nerve-wrecking. After the entire night, the boy got no clue as to why he held her so tightly the moment he pulled Morioka out of the crowd. Really, what are they to each other?

He can't answer that question. He doesn't find a valid reason that says that he needs to answer that question either. Guess she wasn't the only clueless one. She was visibly helpless when it comes to that Midoriya so he wanted to show her a way where she can stop dilly dally it out. He can't say for sure if the kid she wanted so badly to be friend with is a good person, or if he thinks of Morioka as his friend, but Hitoshi doesn't want to stand back and watch her struggle with herself. She reminds him of himself, so he wanted to give her something no one ever gave him before – attention.

Morioka sends another message. Only this time it was a file.

Hitoshi opens it to see a screen shot of what appears to be a conversation.

'Hello. Is this Morioka-san's phone?' Midoriya-san's text said

Idiots, he looks at the conversation.

She must have been happy; but he doesn't feel the same going over their conversations. Hitoshi punches in the reply before setting the phone down and returns to his book.

'See what happen when you actually talk to people and ask them to be your friend?'

He didn't expect an answer from her. He gave her an advice he didn't take after all.

But the message came anyway.

'Thank you, Hitoshi-san' it reads, 'You have been nothing but a great friend to me. I'm really glad I met you'

He closes the Biology book and contemplate on what to write back to her. She really is a nice girl, which makes him feel now like she doesn't deserve this. He's not someone she will be glad to have in her life. As soon as she sees his Quirks in action, she'll fear him like everybody else. Plus, there is a lingering concern in the boy's mind that he might be getting to close. He can't make out his feelings so maybe it's best if he'd just… stay away.

'Go to sleep'

He types and sends the message before turning off the lights and sinks down onto the soft mattress. As he hears the crows cooing outside his window, Hitoshi marvels at the silver moonlight.

He feels like it is better for both of them if he keeps a healthy distance. He has had enough of nice people turning their back on him. Friends who assumed that he is a bad seed just because of how he looks. This trust that she needlessly put upon him, calling out for his trust to be put on her, he can't have it. He doesn't want to. It's not good.

He can see her face staring at him with disgust. Since she tries so badly to befriend a hero-course, he's more than sure she wouldn't see him the same way after she sees his Quirk. Hitoshi doesn't really want to have to deal with that heartbreak. He's not sure he can.


If Hana is not mistaken, then Hitoshi seems to be avoiding her.

He keeps telling her that he has to participate in the school club, but it never matters before when he walked over to her desk to strike a conversation right after classes ended. He didn't even say anything during the weird fire alarm they had last week. That was pretty notable so Hana just silently assumed that it was worth a conversation between them. She sorts of wanted to. The lack of his presence in her daily life has somewhat sent her into a slight sadness. Hana just assumed that he would feel the same way as well, but apparently not.

He hasn't even gone near her these days, not even once asking her if she would like to have lunch with him. She doesn't want to jump into any conclusion, yet Hana can't help but feel like she has done something to anger him.

He hasn't been texting her like before. His messages now are usually 'I'm busy', and she doesn't want to bother him if she is overreacting and he really is just simply busy.

Maybe he doesn't like the cactus? Hana ponders, staring at her phone's wallpaper.

That's too bad then if he doesn't like the cactus. She thought the little thing was cute and it kind of reminds her of him. Hana planned for the plant to be a gift. She might be wrong about that. Plants might not even be his thing.

If that's the case, then wouldn't he find her conversation uncalled for?

The though saddens her. She stands up from her seat and picks up the flower bottle.

It's time she changes water. She needs a breather as well. It is kind of fun actually to have her own personally make-shift flower vase to put near her study desk. Makes her feel a little bit special in the class.

Hana passes by the hall, stopping to take in the scenery in front of her. UA is exceptionally beautiful if you pay attention to every trees and lawn it has. She really likes the pastel pink flowers occasionally poke their heads out of hiding if she changes her angle just right to look at.

Wait, she suddenly notices, eyes catching a familiar figure running towards the school, Isn't that one of Midoriya-san's friends?

He seems desperate, frightened, almost. He looks like he was running with all his might and before she could even think about what could have happened, the four-eye boy disappeared into the school structure.

The confusion takes over, at least until she sees Hitoshi rushing through the hall towards her.

'Morioka!' he calls, urgently if anything.

Hana smiles, waving at him.

'Hitoshi-san! Hey!'

'Morioka, we need to go. The teachers want us to gather at the gym'

'Hm? Why?' Hana asks, thoroughly perplexed by the unanticipated dire look on his face.

He disregards her question completely, guiding her down the stairs.

Hana follows, walking fast-paced yet careful so that water doesn't spill from her little flower vase. Hitoshi's anxiety slowly flows to her. What little joy she felt about him finally talking to her gradually decreases the closer they get to the gym.

'Hitoshi-san, what's going on?' Hana asks, pulling him to a stop. His grip didn't break as he answers.

'I overheard that there was a villain attack-'

'Here?!'

'No,' Hitoshi answers hesitantly, '…In USJ'

'But isn't that-'

'Yes. That's where the hero course class is having their evacuation class today'

A sense of dread shoots up her body. Hana shivers.

'I need to call him' she mutters, prying her hand out of Hitoshi's grip.

'No. Morioka, we need to go. They want us in the gym in case there might be an attack here. The pro heroes are on their way to USJ. Your friend will be fine'

'No!' she exclaims, 'I need to go. I need to know he's okay'

She rips her wrist away from his hand and rushes towards the class, didn't even stop to catch a breath. Water was splashing out of her flower vase, some even onto her uniform but Hana rushes up the stairs until she reaches the acquainted humongous door.

Without a pause, she pushes it open, and hurry over to her seat. She places the bottle down the table before digging through her bag, searching for her phone and pushes in Midoriya numbers the moment she managed to open the lock.

The familiar tune rings, showing that her call is being processed, but after a minute of ringing. It stops.

Hana's chest tightens.

She dials again.

This time another voice comes up.

'The number you have called is currently unavailable'

'No' Hana breaths out shakily.

'Morioka!' Hitoshi barges through the door, 'Let's go. They're gonna start a roll-call soon'

'He didn't answer' she mutters. Her throat dries up as she tries to calm her breath. 'He didn't pick up his phone'

Hitoshi walks up to her, setting his hand on her shoulder. 'Let's go' he nudges, 'It doesn't mean he is in danger, okay? Maybe he left his phone in the locker. The pro heroes are heading there, okay? They said even All Might is there. He will be fine'

Gently, Hitoshi guides her out of the class. Her feet feel heavy as if they were rocks and her knees as fickle as sand, but he waited for her to move, only occasionally encourages her along.

'Let's go for now. If we don't go we'll be in trouble. We'll for your friend in the gym'

'Okay,' Hana exhales with a shiver.

She can't shake this ominous feeling within her, but she also realizes that there isn't much she could do in this situation either. The frustration boils up inside, suffocating Hana. Suddenly, she grows afraid. What if something like this happens to mom one day? It's too unexpected and too frightening.

'You might also want to pluck that one off your head too'

Hitoshi adds and Hana listlessly traces her hand on top of her head.

'Oh,' she says, pulling the plant out and holding on tight to it. She can't help worrying about Midoriya, but she knows she can't really do anything about the situation either. It makes her mad.

It shouldn't.

She knows this entire thing is out of her reach. There's no real reason for her to feel this way.

But damn it, she feels terrible.

Hana looks at her friend. Hitoshi seems calm with only a hint of worries, possibly for her. She knows she's worried about Midoriya, but she also knows then that Hitoshi followed her all the way to the classroom to make sure that she was okay, that she wouldn't be in trouble.

'I'm sorry' Hana says, reaching out to hold his hand. 'Let's go'

She takes one deep breath.

She should trust him.

She should trust that he is right.

Hitoshi has helped her with so many things, he helped her not feel lonely in this new school. She wants to trust in him. She wants to trust that everything will be alright so that eventually they will be. Hana wipes away a little tear in the corner of her eyes.

'Thank you' she says, lifting his hands off of her shoulders. 'Thank you, Hitoshi-san'