"A ROSEBUD SIGNIFIES YOUNG LOVE."
"WELL I CAN SAY WITHOUT A DOUBT... I DONT HAVE THAT."
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In which a nature loving girl continues to fall madly in love with an over powered boy.
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BOOK 1: FLOWER GIRL
IZUKU MIDORIYA x FEMALE!OC
STATUS: ON GOING
WARN...
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This was the third outfit Hana had tried on. Her childhood bedroom was a mess. Clothes scattered all over the floor. She didn't like any clothes she left here but didn't have enough time to travel back to campus and change. She ran around her room in her underwear like a madman. Most of her clothes were hand-me-downs and secondhand so they never really fit her right.
Her chest was small something Mineta had made her acutely aware of. She had great legs according to some. They were long and were now toned due to her training. Most shorts didn't fit her right and most skirts always looked too short for her.
"You could be a model ya know. One in America. You have height for it!" Mina had told her once.
Still, she was insecure about her height. She wasn't especially curvy so often she felt like she just looked like a stick in a plaid skirt.
Recently she had become very much aware of how men viewed her. They stared at her legs and backside she could feel it. Their eyes burned into her skin and made her nervously shake her hands. So now? She hated all of her clothes.
She screamed into a pillow before throwing it at the wall.
"Can I come in?" Her mother knocked.
"Yeah..." She said sitting on her bed.
Her mother struggled to open the door. Hana's stack of clothes fell to the side as her mother walked in.
"This room is a mess!" Her mother cried.
"I don't have anything to wear!" Hana groaned and fell back on her bed.
"You have plenty to wear... it's just that everything is on the floor. I like this little shirt it's cute..."
Hana saw her mother holding an old white t-shirt with a small pink rose embroidered in the center.
"I hate that shirt it makes me look like a kid," Hana said.
"You are a kid," her mother replied.
Hana grumbled.
"Can you help your father set the table? Or are you just going to be brooding in your room about clothes?" Her mother asked throwing a light blue t-shirt at her.
"I'm not brooding..." She muttered.
"Get dressed and clean this up." Her mother scolded before leaving her room.
She stayed lying down on her bed for a few moments before she felt her phone buzz.
FROM: Ochaco!!! did midnight show up yet??
She texted back: not yet (；一_一)
FROM: Ochaco!!! hope the dinner goes well! wish i could come but i have so much homework 2 do (=_=)
