Green Innocence

4: Number Required

   Currently our favorite girl was seated in her room; fists clenched, faced downwards. Eyes wide and shadowed with frozen search for a solution still left in her mind. 

   "I need to ask him for his phone number...", she repeated to herself for the tenth time that day, which was approximately the morning first day of the short break Yuuie had so generously gifted them after the festival. In other words, the day of when the tickets were meant to be used. 

   Her clothing and essentials have already been packed accordingly and she had already finished over half of the given homework for the break so Ibara was in a relatively good position at the moment. And thankfully Setsuna had kindly offered to aid her in finding out a way to acquire her friends number; all for the reason to ask him if he wanted to join her and some friends. Luckily for the lizard girl, Ibara did have plenty of free time for the afternoon to join her and their other friend Kendo. 

  Setsuna stated that she wouldn't be long whilst getting to her home, as to why she decided to go there instead of simply call one another the vine haired girl did not know. Her reasoning was that she could 'help' her with an outfit for when they actually go to the said arcade later that day. Which was something that she felt was unnecessary considering her similarly green haired friends 'amusing' choices of clothing and combinations.

   But none the less it did somewhat surprise her that our protagonist himself wasn't the one to ask for her number. That surprise was quickly overruled by her mind reminding her that it was Izuku and not someone like Kendo or Tetsutetsu; he was extremely shy and timid, so she shouldn't have been surprised. Honestly the only reason she has the orange haired girl and Tokage in her contacts was simply because they themselves suggested it. The vice president, believed that it would be a very convenient way of communication between her and her class, and Tokage just considered it to be a basic necessity for friends to have with one another. Her father was a must, as well as her older sister's, and her local priest was added in the case she could not make it to church and or needed to confess or speak with him about something. He was a very kind man and a great listener as well, so he never minded the occasional request for confession over the phone.

   A piece of her had wanted to ask Midoriya for it prior their conversation the day before, however she never was great at such requests. Another part of her also felt it was too early for them to exchange contacts as they had a small length of friendship, and she already knew that it would definitely not come from Izuku due to his extreme shyness; speaking of which, she had also been meaning to ask him as to why he was so shy, nervous and filled with the intent to make himself seem small or inferior, or why he tries so desperately to not be at the center of attention in most cases; sinking his head deep into his shoulders in an attempt to make himself sink among the crowd. And when the green haired boy would make even the least offendable accident in history, he would quietly yet frantically apologize for everything, even the words that came out of his breath that were kind or uplifting. It was sadly a concept yet to be focused on, as there was the main conflict at hand, the number he held.

   Sighing, the holy girl felt as though sitting there looking surprised wouldn't do much for her. Besides, her other green haired friend wouldn't reach the Shiozaki house hold for another fifteen minutes, and Ibara had already done her morning prayer, so the next course of action was simple...breakfast. 

    Dressing her feet with a pair of white slippers to accompany her white robe and grey shirt and shorts, the vine haired girl calmly and politely exited her bedroom then made her way down the stairs of her home in the same emotion.

   Ibara was a bit tired, as evident by a small shade of light violet underneath her eyes, but it wasn't like she stayed up until like one in the morning writing a story chapter for an erotic fanfiction...So, she was able to make it down the stairs with no real effort or dizziness. As she left the final step, there could be the feint noise of sizzling to the right, and the small wafts of eggs filling the air around her nose. Rounding the corner with eagerness, yet not being apparent against her expression, she stepped down a couple of steps that lead into the kitchen, which was lower than the rest of the first floor by a small bit, with her slippers sliding against the tile as she walked into her homes dining area, the holy girl looked forward to see a man at the stove. That man being her father.