Cabbages

&. — @kimchixhr   . ˟

           if one were to ask hanako just what exactly it was about plants that drew her into their papery thin leaves and earthly smell, truth be told, she probably wouldn’t have much of an answer. ( or rather an answer that most people cared to listen to ) though to her, nature was one of the purest forms of loveliness. perhaps, the only true epitome of beauty in this world. calming and serene. to hanako, the small leafy greenery she collected went far beyond just a bunch of plants—far more than an accumulation of flowers living in their tiny pots. her collection was something she held dear to her heart, and today excitement ignites within her. blossoming wildly as a soft hum escapes her lips.

        today she has a new member to add to her collection.

        holding her new violets in a protective embrace, happiness illuminates her features. with a small hop in her step, a cheerful tune begins to play on the tip of her tongue, and hanako’s footsteps are light as she makes her way to the room of her favorite mentor. 

         who better to share the news with.

         though, she knows she might come as a bother; arriving upon her own accord and uninvited. there is just too much excitement to contain and hanako can’t help but feel the dire need to share her joy with someone. she can’t think of anyone better than professor kimchi. nor anyone else, other than him, that she’d particularly wish to share such news with.  pools of brown eyes skim the hallways for the room number she tries to recall at the top of her head. but, it’s all too suddenly that something catches her attention. room 201 .

          ah — that’s it!

         she makes a sudden stop before the other’s door; trying to regain some sort of composure before she unravels in pure joy. the girl’s eagerness riles up once again and she is quick to hide the small pot of flowers behind her body. reaching up to knock on the solid surface, she calls out to the other in a sing-song voice.

Taking a second, he raised his head, and stretched himself out. He wondered, if this worked the way he thought it would, if he could show it to Kiyeol, or to Hanako. The younger girl had a strong affinity for her quirk, and a love for plants and flowers that nearly rivalled his own. He grinned at the thought, and slowly went back to his work. 

When he heard the rustle, he didn’t know how long it had been since he’d last paid attention to the word beyond the small sprouts growing in the pot in front of him. He looked to his plants with a tilt to his head. He hadn’t even thought he’d have company, unless it was Kiyeol, and so when his plants began to stretch out towards his door, he couldn’t help raising his eyebrow, and turning with a grin. Besides him, they only did that for one other person. 

Hana. 

plants. plants. plants. they surrounded the perimeter, the circumference in which he stood could easily have him be swallowed up by the mass amount of plants that grew. he takes a deep breath, his imagination ruling his reverie as the not so picturesque reality appears before him, ‘what if the plants came to life? what if they have a mind of their own? what if they killed him? hydrokinesis is a weakness to plants… will i be the first to die if they attack?’ an audible sigh leaving him, almost meditated and at the sight of his mentor all the fears seemed to melt away like the burdens of yesterday were but mere memories that mimicked the dystopia that he had so irrationally crafted. 

❝ jihun-nim. ❞

“Jin-ah... come here... I want you to see something”

He’d been waiting for a good opportunity to show the young man his irrigation system in his dorm, to see how in tune he was with the water waiting within, and to see if there was a way for him to control the specific areas without overloading the entire system. He grinned, turning to go over to where the initial spigot was, crouching down by it, to look up at his student.