Color Spectrums || My Hero Academia

CH 3: SILVER

DISCLAIMER: NO...I YET HAVE TO OWN MY HERO ACADEMIA. IT DOES NOT BELONG TO ME, WHO'S AN AWKWARD ANTISOCIAL MESS! BOOO!

CH 3: SILVER
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THIRD POV
HANA TSUKINO IS a mess, she knows that. She's completely aware of it. However, when the first day of UA starts, that doesn't stop her nerves from coiling and bunching up in the center of her stomach. She wants to heave and barf her insides on to the floor of her apartment. Her hands can't seem to stop shaking, nor the trembling of her body.

What the hell? She can deal with villains, but not a bunch of students? She was conf- well, semi confident when she assessed the students at the exam, but that was from a screen. She can deal with crowds, even when she despises them. Though, it's not for an hours end. Unlike now, where she has to stand in a classroom and be scrutinized by a few dozen students. Teens to be specific.

Then, the teacher, or class, she'll be assigned for the week. Oh, how will she deal with that? She can't converse to save her life! She stutters at small talk, well, that's when all her emotions are intact. Overall, she's socially stupid.

Inhaling, she mentally builds up her courage, and steps into the teacher's lounge. Immediately, her silver eyes dart to the brilliantly bright yellow sleeping bag, and she also notices that Aizawa is sleeping. Swallowing her nerves, she looks away and meets the seductive blue eyes of Midnight making her mentally panic. Eyes darting to the left, she sees Present Mic pouring himself a cup of coffee, quite excitedly.

Oh Kami, this is worse than I thought, she tells herself.

Walking stiffly, she quietly mutters a good morning to the R-rated hero and the blond, whilst making her way to the mini kitchen area. Reaching the counter, she scrunches her nose in distaste at the choice of coffee. Immediately, she sets out to make herself a cup of honey lemon tea, something zetsy and sweet to wake her up.

Something to calm her nerves.

Once she's done, she brings the cup of scalding tea to her lips - closing her eyes. Hana doesn't mind that the liquid is hot enough to burn her tongue, she's grown accustomed to the hot temperature. At the taste of lemon and honey seeping to her tastebuds, Hana sighs in content.

"Are you excited for your first day," Midnight questions.

Opening her eyes, the color hero glances up at the woman. "Uh, yeah. Just shaking off some nerves right now," she tells the heroine.

"Well, I know some pleasant exercises that can work out your nerves. Your kinks," Midnight smirks as she leans towards Hana.

Behind her cup, Hana's face quickly turns to a scarlet shade, knowing full well what the hero is suggesting. Stuttering a voiceless answer, the color clad hero steps away from the provacative and very feminine woman.

"Nemuri, leave the woman alone. I think she would appreciate it if you didn't flirt with her," a gruff voice interupts them.

Midnight - or Nemuri, stops her advances and smirks behind her shoulder, towards Aizawa. Hana physically sighs in relief, sending the dark clad hero a grateful, but small, smile. He nods at her in response.

Hana follows his actions with her silver eyes. She admits that even if the male looks tired and has bed hair, that he looks highly attractive. She never had a preference for sexuality, whether it be women or men, she had a wide spectrum as long as they treated her nicely.

Like Midnight, she's also highly attractive, very physically appealing. However, her advances are very blunt and she's too straightforward, and that alone makes Hana feel awkward. Sure, she thinks that there could be some chemistry between them, but she doesn't think that she would be able to handle a confident, very dominant, woman like Nemuri - it's simply too much.