The assignment

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It's 8:05 am. The sun is shining the way it always does. Feeling the warmth on his skin, Izuku smiles, as if embracing the sun and saying something along the lines of 'Good morning!'.

A gust of wind breezes past Izuku, messing up his already unruly hair even further. Rushing to push the tufts of green out of his face, Izuku continued to walk on his way to school. The flowers nearby leave a beautiful scent of jasmine that greets Izuku's nose good morning before he walks to his morning classes each day.

His favourite flower was the Orange Blossom. He already liked oranges by themselves, finding them tasty and refreshing.

He felt as if they were a taste of summer; his favourite season.

However, there was something about the citrus smell of Orange Blossoms, something about the way each petal curved into a perfect oval shape, always meeting to a perfect delicate point at the tip. It was as if some God spent hours crafting his masterpiece; the Orange Blossom. He wasn't crazy about all flowers, no, but he was passionate about the things he enjoyed and the Orange Blossom just happened to be one of those things. A breath of perfection, a sculpture of air and delicacy, a soft flower with a strong smell.

He remembers when his mom realized he had taken a serious liking to them in middle school. She had offered to put some around the house and in the yard. The boy didn't hesitate to say yes.

Izuku has always appreciated mornings, though he never really knew why. At first, he thought it could be the way the sun creeps up on the moon as if trying to surprise the other, painting a forever pinkish-orange on the sky he loved to see.

Or maybe it was the friends he got to see every day at school. God, he was so grateful for them. He has an awesome friend group that consists of three people, four including him.

He would walk around the school grounds with Todoroki Shoto who, although not a very talkative person was incredible to hang with. They bonded over foods they liked and teachers who were exhausting them. Izuku and Shoto were in a couple of classes together as they shared many interests in subjects and got lucky when they ended up in the same homerooms. Todoroki was in the same philosophy and health class as him. He was a fun partner for those classes, smart too. Although he wasn't that active in the friend group he still made time when he could and always hung out with them at lunch.

Then there was his friend Iida. Iida was the cold hard definition of honour. He was a man of his word who did his best to respect everyone around him and ensure that everyone around him respected each other as well. Izuku luckily shared a psychology class with him, always reminding him about assignments which, saved his ass from failing multiple times. Unfortunately, the rest of Iida's classes were AP so they mostly saw each other at lunch.

Iida was on the track team. Izuku always wondered where Iida got his super-toned calves and pure leg speed from because it seemed to be a blessing from the lord above the way that boy ran.

It's not like Izuku wasn't fit himself, he stood at around 5"5 and was pretty toned. He wasn't ridiculously strong but he did work out regularly and had marks on his hands from the heavy weights he would use. While being good at cardio and going for jogs each morning, he could never be as fast as Iida. Izuku questioned if anyone could be as fast as Iida. The friend group jokes that maybe he was an automobile in his past life, and Izuku swears that Tenya Iida must either have super speed or engines in his legs.

Then there was Ochako Uraraka, his best friend. She was always there for him no matter what. Whenever he had a problem, she was the first one Izuku would go to, and vice versa. Izuku thought she was one of the prettiest girls in school, she had big beautiful eyes and chocolate brown hair that would shine like hazel in the sun. She enjoyed martial arts and hand-to-hand combat. Despite her seemingly violent interest, Ochako has never gotten into a fight at school. When asked about it she just smiles and says,

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