𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 - ᵇᶰʰᵃ (formerly "flower petals")

. ｙｅｌｌｏｗ ｒｏｓｅ .

  when it comes to sending a joyful message, yellow roses are your best friend. in fact, yellow roses are a traditional symbol of friendship, so there you go. with their warm, sunny disposition, a bouquet of yellow roses tends to light up the room, making them a perfect way to say thanks, get well, congratulations or just, "hey, thanks for being you."

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  A simple run to the market, that had been all you had wanted.

  While tending to your flower garden, you had noticed that the roses must have been lacking an important nutrient in the soil; the petals had slowly begun their journey to the unenviable, the edges of the velvety petals hardening and shriveling up. With such information, it was only logical to you to change the soil. You had most likely read the information on the previous bag wrong; as fate would decide, you had picked up the bag that lacked the most crucial nutrient to such a beautiful flower.

  With a sigh, you changed out of your pajamas into something, well, more suited for the public. A simple white blouse and pair of jeans with some brown boots would have to suffice; it wasn't like you were on your way to a hot date. Though you wouldn't lie to yourself, a hot date would be lovely.

  Nonetheless, you grabbed your belongings and headed for the market. Checking your phone, you noticed you had a notification. This surprised you at first, as you had the social life of a fish. Quickly typing in the password, you found that the notification was only, well, a notification. To be more specific; it was to a game you had downloaded a few weeks back, Neko Atsume.

                          Sometimes, you really hated Tubbs. He only loved you for your food.

  Grumbling, you tossed you phone into your bag, realizing you were three quarters the way to the market. Arriving a few minuets later, you quickly looked around to find a stand that sold the soil you had needed. Fumbling around for a while, you eventually found the stand; this time taking great caution when reading what nutrients were contained in the soil. You'd be darned if you'd bought the wrong soil.

  It took 10 minutes. 10 minutes to find the correct soil for your precious, velvety plant. In that 10 minutes, you failed to notice that the sky had started to shed it's blue tears, until the stand keeper told you you'd better hurry. You quickly bought the soil, turning around to come face to face with pouring rain. Guess who didn't bring an umbrella? You, of course. Who never checks the weather? Ding ding, you again.

  Noticing your peril, a bubbly brunette, who couldn't have been much taller than you, happily skipped over. You, being the oblivious flower brained pleb ever, failed to notice this.

  So, when she said something to you, you nearly crapped yourself.

  "Ah, hello! I noticed you didn't have an umbrella, so would you like to share mine? I'd be happy to walk you home!"

  Oh god, you just drew a blank didn't you? Gollie gosh, what a pleb you are.

  "O-Oh, uhm, that'd be nice....?"

  "Pfft- silly me, I'm Uraraka Ochako! It's nice to meet you!"

  "I'm [l/n] [f/n]..thank you for offering to walk me home though, you really didn't have to."

  "It's fine! I'm aiming to be a hero, so I gotta help people right?"

  My god was she pure, and my god were you awkward. Same goes for walk home. The bubbly brunette, now known as Uraraka Ochako, was emitting that of a positive aura; you emitting that of, well, nothing. You were emitting nothing. You found the walk to be somewhat comfortable, though, which you guessed was from her optimistically friendly aura.

  "Sooooo, what's the bag of soil for, [n/n]?"

  "It's for some roses I planted a little while back. A few of them started wilting, even though I thought I was taking good care of them. As fate decided, I had just given them the wrong type of soil."

  Laughing a bit at your mixup, you were glad she had lifted a bit of the awkwardness away. You couldn't quite place your finger on it, but she reminded you of a certain type of flower.

  "You plant flowers? That's so cool! Could I see them sometime maybe?"

  "Ah, of course..! Though I wouldn't really peg my hobby as .."cool"."

  "Really? 'Cause I think it's great!"

  Arriving at your small, yet homely abode, you quickly thanked her, in which she responded in a happy "you're welcome". As she turned to leave, however, you decided to ask her one question. Which, unknowingly to you, would play into your fate.

  "You said you were aiming to be a hero, right? Are you planning on attending U.A?"

  "Huh? Of course! While there's no guarantee I'll make it, I'll sure try my best!"

  "Well, I'm planning to try for it too, so I hope I'll see you there..!"

  "Haha, you bet! See ya, [n/n]!"

  You've decided it - she's definitely a yellow rose; happy and bright.