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chapter one:

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White Lilacs: (symbolize) first meetings and youthful innocence.

"Gotch ya!"

A body fell on the ground with a loud thud, small hands cupped against the cool, chipped floor. Pink lips curled upwards into a triumphant smile, fingers tightening as she shifted backwards to sit on her bottom, hands still cupped together.

Bright, eager red eyes sparkled excitedly as she slowly uncurled her fingers, then stared when she found empty space between her palms. "What the—"

There was a soft presence on the tip of her nose, and she blinked as a butterfly settled on her nose, waving its deep blue wings. Crimson eyes narrowed, tiny hands flying towards her face, only to cup around her nose as the butterfly fluttered away in the last moment. In a flash, she was on her feet, arm shooting out and she glared as her fist caught nothing but air.

Teeth gritting together in frustration, she boosted upwards, sprinting into the air as she reached for the insect once more but she tripped, tumbling to the floor in a heap. She frowned, pushing herself on her feet and soon, she was running forward, making her way between the various flower pots in the plant nursery.

"Mama!"

The glass door slid open, and small bare feel thudded against the cool pale tiles. "Mama!"

"I'm at the counter, Ayane!"

Said girl puffed her cheeks, skipping beside the counter where her mother stood along with another woman, chatting amiably when small fists gripped the edge of her dirt covered apron, and silver eyes shifted downwards, brows raising on her daughter's childish pout.

"Where's the butterfly net?" Ayane inquired hurriedly, tugging at the apron again.

"Is she your daughter?"

The unfamiliar voice catching her attention, Ayane glanced upwards, meeting the soft gaze of the other woman. Silky green hair framed her face, deep emerald eyes gazing down at her as a gentle smile stretched her lips. "She's adorable."

"Yes," her mother smiled back, hand falling down to pat her daughter's head. "This is Ayane. Ayane, meet Midoriya-san. She's here to buy some flowers for her apartment."

"Oh, Inko is fine, Natsumi-chan." The green haired woman responded softly, gaze falling back to the child once more. "Has... Aya-chan got her Quirk yet?"

Ayane tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for them to finish their conversion, but blinked as she felt her mother stiffen momentarily, forcing a smile as her fingers threaded into uneven orange locks. "Er, not yet. She's only five. Me and her father think she's gonna be a late bloomer, no?"

"I understand," Inko nodded in agreement, laughing nervously. "My Izuku hasn't got his Quirk yet either." She said, then paused, gaze snapping around the flower shop in slight panic. "W-where is Izuku though?!"

"No worries, he might have wandered into the nursery," her mother responded calmly. "Ayane, why don't you go and make sure he's alright, hm?"

Despite wanting to protest, the girl huffed, obliging as she turned around and started to make her way sluggishly towards the nursery. Though she paused near the doorway, a smile splitting her lips when she found the butterfly net lying near the entrance and she quickly snatched it off, darting in through the open glass doors.

Fingers tight around the handle, Ayane crept forward, footsteps suddenly quiet as rusted copper irises glanced around searchingly. She held her breath upon catching sight of another butterfly, drifting downwards near the opposite side of the flower bed.

Ayane shifted quietly, alert as her hold tightened once more and then she lurched into the air, bringing the flying net down with all her might.

"Gotch ya!" She cried triumphantly as her feet hit the ground with a loud thud.

Her eyes flashed in sheer excitement, a wide toothy grin stretching her lips, but she halted, blinking stupidly as stunned, round green eyes gazed back at her. A mess of mossy green curls sat atop his head, hands curled into fists at his sides as he stood there, staring at her through the fine net, his posture stiff.

An awkward beat of silence passed between them, and Ayane realized that he looked awfully like that woman from the counter. There was a flutter of purple near her shoulder, ruby red eyes snapping towards the movement, twinkling upon finding another violet colored butterfly hovering past them. Within seconds Ayane had removed the net from the dumbfounded boy's head and she leapt in the air, swiping the long net.

And again she missed by a few inches, tumbling to the ground like before, but crashing into some empty, cracked flower pots this time. The pots fell beside her, her knuckles growing white around the handle in her hand as she clenched her jaw, lying upside down on the floor with her legs propped against the walls and her torso sprawled ungracefully on the cold tiles.

Soon red sneakers stepped into her vision, copper eyes peering upwards and soft green hues gazed back, the boy bending forward and she loosened her grip on the handle when a hand was held out to her.

"Are you alright?" He asked worriedly. "You look hurt."

Ayane gazed thoughtfully at his open hand, ignoring the painful bump on her head before her eyes flickered hopefully, her posture alert and the boy let out a startled eep as she quickly scrambled up, bolting past him and pushing herself upwards, curled fingers reaching for the butterfly yet again that lurked dangerously near them. I'm gonna catch it!—

A hand shot out, grabbing the back of her orange sweater and she nearly choked as her whole form was jerked backwards.

Sharp gray eyes set her with a heated glare, Natsumi frowning when her daughter continued pushing forward, tiny hands clawing the air as she desperately tried to catch the flying insect.

"Mama, let go!"

"You made a mess," her mother grumbled, pointing towards the disassembled clay pots the girl had knocked into seconds ago. "You'll have to put them back, Ayane."

"But mama, the butterfly—"

"Will have to wait." Natsumi slid her hands under the flailing child's armpits, scooping her up in her arms and turned on her heel before glancing over her shoulder, a soft smile touching her lips. "Come along now, Izuku."

Ayane frowned visibly, dropping her chin on her mother's shoulder as she lazily watched the boy— Izuku?— shift nervously on his feet before he moved forward, trailing behind them as they made their way out of the nursery.

"This cake is delicious."

"Thank you, Inko-chan. Izuku, will you like some more cake too?"

Freckled cheeks colored pink slightly, timid hands reaching out to take the plate held out his way and Izuku murmured a polite thank you loud enough for the two women sitting before him to hear. Natsumi grinned faintly, holding a cup of warm tea in her hands. "Your son is very shy, yes?"

"He gets a little nervous around new people," Inko answered honestly, leaning back in her seat and inhaling the sweet scent of freshly blooming jasmines set near the display window. She sighed blissfully, examining the long beds of colorful flowers welcoming spring in the shop. "Give him some time. He'll be fine."

Izuku blushed faintly upon being openly discussed, gaze focusing on the creamy dessert atop his plate before he curiously glanced sideways.

Crayons were scattered across the floor, a coloring book thrown open along the pale tiles as Ayane sat, looking still bitter from before as she furiously scrubbed a purple crayon in the character drawn on the book. The color reminded her of thin, sensitive wings fluttering above the sunny daffodils in her mother's nursery and her jaw clenched, the crayon's thick tip digging into the paper a little.

"Y-you like All Might?"

She paused, staring flatly as Izuku stood before her, fingers twitching at his side in nervousness with his eyes locked on her coloring book. Ayane glanced down at the character, Japan's number one hero grinning back at her from the paper and she bounced her small shoulders, resuming in rubbing the crayon haphazardly into the picture once more.

"He's alright, I guess."

"His h-hair isn't purple, you know."

Ayane halted again, realizing she had been coloring the character's hair wrong. A frown touched her lips, narrowed eyes rising to meet the boy's cautious face and she bit back a snarl when her mother gave her a warning look from behind him.

"Well, it's my favorite color, so there!"

She stuck her tongue out at him, Izuku blinking back in surprise before she retreated in her coloring, feigning as if he wasn't there at all. She felt his shadow move away a few seconds later, and the orange haired girl huffed angrily, tuning out her mother's and her new friend's amiable chatter as she reached for a blue crayon.

It had been about three minutes when she had just finished coloring the teeth a dark shade of blue when there was presence before her, closer than before and she didn't bother to even look up at the boy again but she stopped as knees rested on the floor infront of her. Izuku offered a friendly smile, cheeks tinted pink as he leaned forward, clasped hands hovering over the ridiculously colored picture of All Might.

His hands unclasped gradually, and Ayane held her breath, crimson eyes widening as a butterfly— thin, sleek violet wings webbed with intricate silver linings— fluttered down, settling between the pages.

"You... caught one," Ayane breathed out in awe, a look of disbelief on her face. "How'd you do it?"

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck abashedly, a shy and flustered smile tugging his lips. "Well, it wasn't that hard."

Ayane hummed, fingers slowly sliding under the opposite corners of the coloring book, very careful not to disturb the resting insect. Izuku watched, a look of confusion on his face as she raised the corners a little before—

Slam.

Horror crept over his features, his breath hitching while Ayane grinned brightly, squeezing the closed coloring book with both of her hands before she threw it open, displaying the crushed butterfly between the pages, violet and silver smudged across the pages like paint.

"Pretty cool, right?" She beamed proudly.

Though she tilted her to the side, gazing curiously as tears brimmed in those deep green orbs, a hiccup leaving Izuku's lips as he screeched in horror.

"Why'd you do that?!" He cried out, reaching out to cradle the crumbling butterfly in his hands. "Why would you do that?!"

Ayane stared owlishly at the tears streaming down his freckled cheeks. "Jeez, it's just a butterfly—"

"Ayane!" She winced visibly, "What did you do now?!"

"I didn't do anything, mama!"

A\N: Guess who decided to jump in this fandom~? That's right. This pretty Kitty! *hoots* Ah, it feels so good to write again. I've been meaning to start this fic for a while now (honestly, I blame my friend for getting me into this fandom but no regrets tho OwO )

Thank you so much for taking the time and reading this. Hope you liked it! ^^