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Birds of a Feather

HA YOU THOUGHT THIS WAS A HAWKS DIDNT YOU HAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAH

It's not. It's an Ibara Shiozaki one..... Y'know? The vine girl in class 1-B? Yeah... I had to look her up too.

Also just a little reminder that I do read your comments. Let's not let that happen again because the stuff y'all be saying in here is actually outrageous. And I write pretty outrageous things.

(Song choice::::::: BIRDS OF A FEATHER----- Billie Eilish)

(Warning: Mentions of religious beliefs for those who don't want to be reading all that)
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Ibara was always a bit outlandish to you. Such a loving girl, so sweet and gentle with her friends and herself.

You've only known her for a couple of months now, her personality drawing you close strangely. She never did object to you choosing to sit next to her, only assuming you tagged along because she was smart (which was partially true) but, something about you held her in her seat.

How you clicked your sharp teeth together when you concentrated or how your gills would flare up when you were surprised or excited. When she finally asked you what your quirk was, you only beamed. Showing off your webbed hands and dorsel fin as you explain the shark anatomy to her.

And how loud you were... It almost got her to laugh at how you turn in your seat to show off your tail.

After that, she kind of let you exist near her. Even providing shade when the sun seemed to be too harsh on your rather sensitive skin. And you'd say your rapid "thank you" and she'd simply nod, speaking something along the lines of Proverbs or... Job?

She likes talking about her faith. You just liked listening to her talk. She spoke of your time on Earth being something worth more and all you could think about was how little white flowers would pop up in her hair whenever she did.

"Oh! Another one."

And you'd pluck it out, startling her for a moment before you place it in your small pile of similar flowers. Varying in colors and sizes. You scoot in your chair, your hands now picking up the flowers and crafting it. Sticking out your tongue as you looped the stems into its little ties before holding it out for her to see.

"Oh? What is it?"

You stare at her for a moment, then back at the little flower crown you made and hold it out for her to see.

"A flower crown."

"Y/N. I could make one if I wanted to. My gift allows me too."

But, you still hold it out for her to take, grinning so wide and happily.

"Yeah, but I want you to have it."

"Oh, I couldn't possibly-"

"Take it, Ibara. I want you to have it."

She stops, blinking silently before smiling reluctantly. Her soft hands reaches out for the crown, stealing glances at you to ensure that the gift was still hers to have.

And when she placed it on her head, looking up as she hesitates for a moment before looking at you.

"Whites really your color."

She blushes slightly, her hands reaching up for her hair as you hurriedly scribble along your worksheet.

Because for once in her life, she had something to be grateful for besides her gift. And that was you. And your stupid teeth and webbed hands. Ibara turns to her paper and begins to work, occasionally shifting the crown around to ensure it'll stay on her head.

Because of course she could make another one.... But it wouldn't be yours. And she couldn't bare the thought of it.

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Yeah. Could you tell I had no idea of how to go about this?