||Call It Epiphany Or Serendipity|| [BNHA × Reader]

Chapter 10|Blossoming🌸Friendship

The wind blew soft pink petals all around the sunny park. Chattering and laughing filled your ears as you stuffed another bear-shaped potato in your mouth. As you chewed through its softness, you bit down on your cheek and yelped. All chewing ceased as you gulped down the remainder and distanced your tongue from your wound. You had been told by your parents to always be careful ever since your canines took on an unusually pointy edge as your dads had when he was your age. Sticking a finger in your mouth, you touched the smooth sliminess of your cheek and stared at the crimson staining the tip of your finger.

With a whine, you held your cheek and pursed your lips. The more you stared at it, the more it stung. Although it had been painful, you couldn't help but enjoy the way its color gleamed in the natural lighting. It almost reminded you of a cherry lollipop.

As it mixed in with your saliva, it dripped leisurely down your finger causing you to gulp. Now you really wanted something sweet. Does blood taste sweet?

Aside from the noise people in the distance had been making, you could only hear the way the wind flew between the gaps in the pale pink trees. As it had, you slowly and hesitantly pressed your tongue against the small bump within your cheek.

Bringing said muscle to the roof of your mouth, you got a full taste of your own blood.

It tasted a bit like a penny but mixed with something sweet. What? You didn't know, what you did was that you continued to take tentative licks until you were sucking on the wound. Like ice cream.

Just as you pressed your hand against your cheek for a better taste, the wound disappeared.

Now, you stood halfway from your mom with furrowed brows and a frown. Where did the wound go? As you searched for it with your tongue and realized it was gone, you simply shrugged and continued on your walk.

Your hair, filled with the blossoms, swished side to side as you marched your way over to your mother.

She stood under a cherry tree by the stream. Her hair lifting with the breeze as petals scattered and fell at once, encasing her in a blossom-filled rain. Flowing around naturally was her dress as she stared at the wispy green.

"Mama, what are you doing?" You asked with a tilt of your head.

Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled gently and held her hand out towards something. Your eyes followed the path and found a trampled dandelion. You crouched in front of it and examined its squashed state. It was folded over and stripped of its white tufts.

"The poor things been stepped on." She said causing you to look up at her.

"But I thought it was a weed," you said as her gaze turned to you, "You said weeds hurt the flowers so weeds are bad."

Although she said it was bad and you knew it was bad, you still liked dandelions so it was a little sad. It was the only one left and it stood through just as much as the other plants. Even with its strong roots, someone ended up bringing it down anyway. The corners of your lips began to turn down the more you thought about it.

"They do hurt the flowers, but they also grant you wishes. If you ask it to leave kindly," as she spoke, she hovered her hand over the flower, your eyes large as a giddy feeling hopped around inside you, "it will go and deliver your wish to the fairies."

A soft glow of sunlight spread throughout her palm. With a gentle wave of her hand, the dandelion stood tall once more with white tufts growing back to round it out. Watching the way she brought life back into everything never failed to make you smile and stare. A feeling no bad day could ever take away.