Cherry Blossoms ✔️

Thirty Nine

Cherry | 39 | Blossoms

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If Y/N had a knife, she could have easily cut through the tension that had settled at the table. Ever since she'd walked into One For All to meet Uraraka and the others, there'd been an awkwardness between everyone.

She couldn't meet Shouto's eyes, and Uraraka was doing everything possible to keep a distance between her and Midoriya. That's how Y/N ended up sitting in front of him, and Uraraka in front of Shouto.

They were all on their phones, avoiding eye contact while they waited for Kaminari to head over to their table. Y/N had even taken a few extra minutes to talk to Mr. Toshinori about her accident and her absence from All Might's and her time with Emi before she'd made it back to her seat.

She glanced at her friends. Uraraka was wearing an oversized purple sweater, and her brown hair was combed back with pink clips. She was on Instagram.

Unlike her, Midoriya was wearing a sea green sports jacket, and playing a game on his device. It was the first time they didn't match.

Her gaze shifted to Shouto. There was something about him and long sleeved turtlenecks. Ever since winter started, he'd been wearing more of them. It made him look older, more sophisticated. She especially liked when they were a dark fabric color, like the one he was wearing, it made his eyes stand out. They were like precious stones.

He was on his phone as well, but Y/N couldn't see what he was doing from her sitting angle.

Y/N turned her eyes to her own device, only to stare at the searches under Kisan. Every single link spoke of Kisan as its own word. It was derived from one of the many African languages.

Africa itself was ginormous and had a plethora of diverse cultures, and people. So, it only made sense for there to be an abundance of mother tongues, each one acquiring their own dialect and unique meanings.

Still, the multitude of them had Y/N stumped since she couldn't decipher out the exact place where the word had come from. The nagging sensation that she'd heard in before was etched deep into her brain and she couldn't get rid of it. It was a deranged feeling. The way it rolled off her tongue brought her a new familiarity. Like she'd spoken it before, but she wasn't sure where.

She narrowed her eyes as she read another article in another website. Even if they all used the word Kisan, they never correlated with one another. Each page mentioned the word, but none of them explained its meaning. Sure, it meant murder, but she had an aching in her brain that told her it wasn't as simple as it set out to be.

Y/N chewed on her top lip, another nervous tick she'd picked up since her bottom one was still injured. The other matter that was bothering her was why Chisaki had named a folder after a term that meant murder?

At first, she'd been convinced she was exaggerating and maybe it had been a coincidence, but living with Chisaki had taught her coincidences were never meant to be.

To add on to her long list of questions, she was confused why'd he would store a folder like that with her personal documents. It made no logical sense. There had only been two folders, and she knew the way Chisaki was. He wouldn't store two things like that if they weren't connected.

"If it isn't the gang back together at last."

Kaminari's voice brought her back from her reverie. Her blond friend was all smiles as he brought their orders over. Y/N locked her phone and set it to the side.