🦋How Much I Feel🦋

"Organization"

You eagerly pull out of the driveway, nearly crashing into the mailbox as you urgently and excitedly drive away, wanting to be early.

As you arrive, you're wowed and shocked by how beautiful and large the place is. Upon entering, you notice the frames of hundreds of bugs of varying sizes lining the walls, adorning them with the vibrant colors of butterflies and other insects. This is basically like heaven for you. You run around the room taking in the sights of your favorite bugs that are displayed high with info cards below them.

You then notice they have a butterfly garden and nearly drop dead out of excitement. You rush over to it, dismayed to find that it's not yet open, but you notice a researcher meticulously tending to the flowers and such around the room. You peek inside through the window, trying to be as low-key as possible. Unfortunately, you're noticed by the researcher, who just happens to be the famous professor who's going to teach at this whole workshop.

You become a bit bashful despite being all energized and confident when you walked in. The researcher/professor opens the door and informs you that it's not yet open. "Ah, i'm sorry, but the butterfly garden is closed still, if you're here for the entomology seminar, then it'll open up at around the starting time!" She says, a bright and calm voice  as she smiles softly. You damn near melt to the floor as she speaks. She's your favorite for two reasons and two reasons only.

Her voice is absolutely charming and soothing, able to calm a raging thunderstorm with a simple sentence, and the fact that she is the best damn female entomologist in the field. You've aspired to be her since you first saw her on TV when you were little.

You make a sort of pouty face as you nod understandingly as you begin to walk off. She suddenly calls out to you.
"Wait a minute...is your father perhaps [F/N]?" She asks, much to your immediate surprise. A famous researcher knows her dad? Just how much better could this day get?

She invites you into the garden and you're immediately showered in a beautiful rain of butterflies. Your favorite were the blue ones for their exotic color, and to your pleasant surprise, you found that they were in abundance here.

As you stepped farther back, you forgot about the fact that she knew your father, and focused on your dream scene playing out in front of you. Naturally, the butterflies flocked to you. It was a sort of regular thing at this point. If you were in an area heavily populated by bugs, especially butterflies and bees, they'd immediately swarm you, but it was more like an attraction. Something about you was so appealing to these bugs. Perhaps it's because of your stand.

As you continued to walk around, more and more butterflies landed on and swarmed around you. It got to the point where the professor was a little bit concerned. No matter what you did, they clung like glue. Even if you tried getting them off, they wouldn't budge, much to the professor's concern. She tried shooing them off of you but to no avail. You were content however. This was a dream of yours after all. You don't get these many chances for this kind of thing, so you relished it as much as possible.

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You finally got the butterflies off with the help of your stand, a humanoid bug-like creature with beady eyes and a furry head. Your stand was probably the reason for the butterfly's extreme reaction to your presence. It could produce a dark mist that acts as a kind of pheromone that attracts all kinds of bugs. With this, you can control massive swarms of whatever you please, and make them go wherever you want. You ended up controlling the butterflies away with the mist so they could get off of you, allowing for a safe exit with none escaping.

The professor and several other of her colleagues began the entomology workshop as you sat listening intently, mesmerized by the facts and other intriguing information you learned. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a familiar-looking man leaning against the wall, staring at you suspiciously as you listened to the professors yap.