The Nature Hero: Aster | BNHA

7

You know the drill, bold is English (and the A/N but that doesn't matter)

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Arriving at our new house in Japan, we took all of our bags out of the car and dragged them into the house. We haven't seen it yet, since the moment we arrived at the airport, we were carted off to U.A. for our first day. We didn't get time to get situated, but it's fine; at least we didn't lose another day because of difficulties.

The pictures did not do the house justice: It was honestly a bit big, but seeing as there were 6 bedrooms in total, it made sense. Apparently, the pro hero Cementoss was the one in charge of creating it for us. I have to give my thanks when I see him next. Making sure we had all our bags out of the car, we waved bye to our driver and said our thanks before going back into our house.

"All the rooms are the same size, so I don't want any fights over it, alright?" Taylor looked at all of us once they made their statement clear, and let us go to choose our rooms.

I grabbed the room near the back of the house upstairs. Well, all the rooms were upstairs, so that didn't matter. Throwing the bag on my bed, I looked around the room; all of the furniture was provided by the school, so I didn't have to worry in that regard. We still had some things being shipped over from America that we didn't shove in our bags and suitcases for the flight. It wouldn't arrive until a week after, but we had enough things to let us survive a week, so we would be fine.

Shooting a text to my Aunt stating that the first day was fine and that I made friends, I decided to unpack. I didn't want to get lazy later, and not end up doing it. After I finished organizing everything, I made a mental note to go find a plant shop to get some pots. I went downstairs to start or help with dinner.

Walking into the kitchen, I found Allison already starting dinner without me. Putting up my hair, and then going to the sink to wash my hands, I asked her what we were making.

"I was thinking of some spaghetti, I've been kinda craving it."

"Oh same; okay, what do you need help with?" She pointed towards the tomatoes, telling me I was in charge of the sauce. I nodded and military-saluted, before going to prepare the marinara sauce while she was working on the pasta. We decided to do it from scratch since we had the time. We made idle conversation, and talked about school, and also what we should get when we go grocery shopping during the weekend.

"How's interning under Recovery Girl?" I questioned while chopping up the tomatoes after washing them. As I cut the tomatoes, juice sprayed from under the knife-edge and coated my knuckles. I raised my hand with a groan and watched the juice drip down my forearm, reminding me- ironically- of vines.

"It's honestly very informative, she's teaching me a lot. I actually had to heal a student from 1-B, who had an accident during their spar, so she saw my quirk in action. She said it was impressive how developed my quirk is! Apparently, it's rare to see a quirk with the level of healing that we have. She's wondering how much I can heal with a more severe wound, but she doesn't want to push me too far so soon, so I'll have to wait on that." Allison was practically vibrating from pure joy. I smiled over at her, showing my happiness for her- when Evan came into the kitchen.

"You guys need help?" He was already putting up his shoulder-length hair out of his face into a small ponytail.

I pointed towards the meat we had set out with my knife. "You're on meatball duty."

"Alright, Captain- and be careful with that, sheesh." I stared at him before going back to my ingredients.

"Acting like I don't know how to handle a knife: alright, I see how it is," I muttered to myself and pouted. I've trained with knives most of my life, thank you very much.