NAME: kimura, haruka ( 木村春香 )
HERO NAME:
rosa ( rose )
` his appearance was reminiscent of a rose, his defining weapon was the rose he held in his hand that he transformed into a deadly whip, teh elegance and poise befitting of such a flower—it's really no surprise that his hero name was related to the flora ( despite how many others would say that it was such a girly name ).

NICKNAME: 
haru, ruka, haru-kun, haru-chan, ruka-san, etc.
` shortened version of his name.
prince, king, emperor, etc.
` his grace, mature demeanor, and great manners had made him seem like royalty. the cunning, the intellect, the colder aspect of him truly made him more than a mere prince. it was a nickname mainly used by his fans, in and out of u.a. there were even some cases wherein he was called queen and princess by some male fans.
rose.
` an appearance akin to roses and having a soft spot for said flower, it's no surprise he had been called as such.
fox.
` during one incident wherein his cat-eared, younger, sister had been bullied for her ears—he and the rest of the family had assigned themselves animals to go by and wore their respective animal's ear headbands. ever since, the name fox just stuck to him and was used during his time in the cafe. 
mom, kaa-chan, mother, mama, etc.
` he couldn't help it, especially when it came to those he cared for. it was easy to spot him taking care of certain students ( specifically ayumu, koda, tokoyami, tsuyu, and, of course, his siblings ). and even when he wasn't that caring towards to others, his 'motherly instincts' showed up at times which led to being officially deemed a class mom.

D.O.B: 28/03
AGE: sixteen
BIRTHPLACE: musutafu, japan 
HOMETOWN: musutafu, japan

LANGUAGES: 
japanese, native. 
` born and raised in japan, he ended up picking the language easily. he's used to speaking in a polite manner, using fancy words in the right context and playing with words with great finesse. due to his mastery of the language, he could be quite the eloquent and persuasive speaker.
english, advanced.
` taught in school, he ended up learning about this language and realizing how useful it was. mainly because most of the world were english speakers, so he tried to make sure to at least be able to hold decent conversations with others this way.
sign language, intermediate.
` learning for and being taught by koda the sign language mainly because he thought it would be useful at times when silent communication was dire and due to the fact that he knew koda was too shy to speak most times but still wished to properly communicate with him.

FACECLAIM: kurama ( minamino shuichi ), yu yu hakusho ( i, ii, iii, iv, v ) 
BACKUP: yamada tarou, seishun hajimemae! ( i, ii, iii, iv, v ) 
HEIGHT: 6'0" ( 185 cm )
WEIGHT: 170 lbs  ( 77 kg )

APPEARANCE: 
red locks reminiscent of rose petals, sharp green eyes much akin to thorns, pale skin that held bruises and scars from training. his hands were calloused, with the most scratches on it forged from the initial usage of his trademark rose whip. seeds can be found in his hair, carefully placed and tangled with his locks. a red rose slips between his ear and scalp, making him seem more effeminate but it carried a hidden danger. ah yes, his face held the androgynous look to it thanks to his wide, yet sharp eyes with long lashes, the softer contours of his face, long locks, and more. if it wasn't for his rather matured, athletic, lithe figure with quite the broad shoulders and the hints of manliness to it's form as well—one would be quite confused about his gender ( it's not a surprise that he still gained male admirers from it, though ).

STYLE: 
formal yet casual, his style tend to hold an elegant air to it. a constant wearer of dress shirts and a tendency to be mindful of his color schemes as he's aware that many colors tend to clash with his red hair and green eyes combination. the go to outfit tends to be a green top and black pants, though. 

SCHOOL UNIFORM: 
his outfit's put on neatly, with the collar and tie a bit loose and his blazer not buttoned. there was also a bunch of seeds in his pockets just in case.

HERO COSTUME: 
i. ii. iii.
not to far off from the imagae provided, however the sash around his waist had become a more practical belt with compartments on the sides, holding various seeds that were organized to each compartment ( one being for medicine, another for poison, one meant for defense, etc. ). the blues of the outfit was replaced with more red. his long locks were held together by a small assortment of vines that grew from the seeds tangled in his locks. the sleeves are less puffier but still a bit loose on his arms. there was also knee pads, elbow pads, and subtle shoulder pads meant for protection. although he wasn't fond that his collar opened up to below his collarbone, he supposed it wasn't that much of a bother and left it be. there was also a rose with a long stem loosely wound around his neck, ready to be used by him.

PERSONALITY TRAITS: 
+ mature; loyal; insightful; courteous; objective
× cold; cunning; manipulative; mischievous; selfless

PERSONALITY: 
a teenager that held a mentality of an adult, with his level-headed mindset and a reliability that let others trust him easily. despite his young age, he held himself together with finesse and took up tasks to assist his family in whatever way possible. his maturity allowed him to think things through and not be too rash with his actions, and with such form of thinking—he easily handled his rowdier siblings with a gentle smile in place. not only that, but he was famed for his elegance and polite manners that wooed the elders and adults for how mannerful he was. pleasing them was easy, with how he kept in mind to stop himself from being rude and note the topics of discussions or actions that the other were uncomfortable with so he did not do it again. like nobility, many have said before, and he was a bit amused by how many people viewed him as if he was a prince charming from a fairytale.

ah yes, he enjoyed to observe others and had always gotten a knack on understanding people. it was easy for him to figure them out, just from judging their mannerisms, appearance, way of speech, or daily activities. sometimes he tends to hit right on point without even such things, a gut feeling that had the tendency to be right most of the time. it’s sometimes scary how accurate he was, and the knowing smile he gained at times could almost be irritating when one didn’t wish to be found out and thought he might know of something ( which, most of the time, he did ). but he never spoke much of his perceptions and kept it to himself, instead he inly butts in when he felt it was needed or felt that the results of such an action would be amusing enough to be worth it. moreover, he was a fair man who did not let prejudice or feelings or morals get in the way of his choices. the only times were when his family or those he truly cared for were involved. he was the one who logically and coldly picked to save a hundred of people over one if it was too risky to save all. he was the one who took in all sides of the story before he made a proper verdict. he was the one who looked at villains and consider the possibility of good in them and looked at heroes and consider the possibility of evil in them. eyes that saw the word in grayscale over the black and white views of the majority of the world, he did not let such ideals to seep into his mind ( especially not after he found out what his father formerly was ).

as you can see, he’s someone who was deeply loyal to those he gave it to. his family was a prime example of that, with how much he was willing to go for them. from becoming a hero and setting himself as a role model to many just so he could show the world that his father was a good father despite being a former villain, how he would always take time to support and take care of his siblings, to the many times he sacrificed many bits of himself from his own time to even keeping his vigilante-like mindset hidden. he was a loyal, loyal man, willing to sacrifice millions of lives and erase his fair and rational mindset for a brief moment in order to save his family. this led to a certain negative trait of his which was how selfless he could be due to this loyalty of his. he was willing to give up almost anything for the sake of those he cared for. sacrificing his time was easy for him to do, he had once handled working in a cafe, taking care of his siblings, school life, and studying before—after all, the others were of much more importance than him. he would expertly put more care and attention to another's well-being as long as they were the ones he had taken in. that was simply how he was.

he was quite the one for trickery you see, with his expertise in the art of being sly and a mischievous streak to prove it. to his very core, there was a want to play some pranks here and there, an impish fox that schemed a bit too much. he managed to resist the urges at times, but other times he would be found with his brother takuro to pull a prank of sorts. most times people would be subjected to this side of him in a small dosage which was considered fun and easy-going of him as he initially did not seem the sort to indulge in such activities. however, the more dangerous side to this mischief and cunning mind shone brightest in battles where he would go an extra step further and pull a move that would be called dirty by many. he was not going to lose an opportunity when he saw it, especially when it was going to help him a lot more if he heed to it than ignore it due to code of honors or the sort.

there were instances that he would use this sharp mind of his for more than just mere pranks. there were times he used the knowledge he gained from his insightful nature in order to know and understand which buttons to push to reach the desired result. he was willing to go as low as to manipulate others when the need arose for it. he was quite the expert in shifting situations to his favor even if it was just by the mere power of words and a few gestures here and there. it made him formidable even without his quirk and a quite the terrifying adversary or ally due to that nature of his. he could be quite cruel with it, but he tends to use this side of his when he deemed fit ( in order to help those he care for or for the better of evils or the rare instances of amusement ). despite his loyalty and courteous demeanor, he was truly quite the cold one. he's not afraid to be quite heartless when he wanted or needed to be. there were times he placed distances between him and others, may it be because he did not wish to involve himself with them or that he felt that they weren'exactly problems he would bother to or could even solve. 
 

HISTORY: 
『 CHAPTER I :: SEED 』
the first of three that was born during one fine day, he was the eldest by only a handful of time, and he was named after his mother’s quirk and the spring season when he came to life. a pretty boy, easily mistaken as a young girl during those times. with hair as red as roses and sharp, emerald eyes akin to the flower’s thorns on his pale skin, he had been cooed at and doted on by many of the ladies that passed by them ( although, much too many times had he been treated like a baby girl to his chagrin and his family’s amusement ). some would even say he was the girl instead of his sister, and wasn’t that a bit of a blow to them both? his brother was the only one that didn’t face that problem and was too amused by such things ( if he had been older and more understanding of the world, he could definitely tell that those were the signs of a budding mischievous imp ).

with two other siblings that were of the same age, though, he realized that he would not garner all of his parent’s attention. not when takuro grew to be more of a troublemaker and akane being still a child. he's always been a lot more insightful even at that age, and he had a deep love for his family that made him wish to be of help to them. he’s a little kid playing adult, and he tries his best to not cause too much trouble ( as, admittedly, he understood why takuro had so much fun doing pranks and had his urges too ).

a quiet child, a polite child, a perfect child. that’s what he’s subconsciously aiming for. although, during those days he still had his playful streaks and trickery if he was in the mood. most didn’t realize that, though, and he may have thrown his brother under the bus at times out of childish pettiness ( he unsurprisingly had to face his brother’s vengeance for that ). so, it was a fun family he loved to be in and cherished dearly.

but again, kimura haruka had sharp eyes that noticed things—and he wondered why his father barely showed his face to the others outside the family.

『 CHAPTER II :: SPROUT 』.
mother was always the one who brought them to ( and picked them up from ) school, she was always the one out and about in the cafe they owned and interacted with the people. father had always been the one staying in home, working in the kitchen of the cafe, and even when he ended up going outside with them or for other reasons—he puts on a mask and tried to hide his appearance from the world.

even when they got twins not too long after his and his sibling’s birth—and another child after those twins—he recalled faintly that his father didn’t show his face during those times too. and he continued to wonder why that was the case.

he couldn’t understand, and as much as he tried to make up his own theories, he didn’t feel that he had completely figured it out just yet. so, it came to the point that the young boy went up to his parents and inquired why father always tried to hide himself. shock was present in their features when they asked, and he noticed a fleeting expression of….fear ( ? ) and something else ( which, years later, he recognized as anxiety ) on his father’s face. mother’s, though, saddened, and there’s a sigh ( of melancholy, he figured later on too ) as she brings his small figure into her arms and place a kiss on the crown of his head.

it was then that he found out father used to be a villain, a person who did bad things and broke the laws but mother had stressed how father had changed and became a better person for her and him and the family. and he, still a young boy yet also so insightful, understood to an extent. what came down to it was that yes, father used to be bad but he’s now good but the rest of the world may not fully accept that just yet.

and he’s saddened with how father doesn’t show up in his or his sibling’s schools or events because the man didn’t wish for them to be ostracized in some ways due to being related to a former villain.

it was then that he concluded that he must try to be good then, a hero at best, for the sake of his family. because his father may have had been a villain but the man became good, and how else to show that to the world by being a wondrous child? show the world the children that his father had taken care off and how good they are so that they realize that his father did well in raising them. and with that, he vowed to be the best son he could be for them.

『 CHAPTER III :: BUD 』
he’s matured earlier than the others, as much as his care for his family increased. there’s more conviction to his voice when he vowed to protect his family over stating his wish to be a hero. he easily sacrifices his own time for the others of his family, to help his parents in the cafe, play around and satisfy the other adults with a polite facade. he grew to master the art of politeness and elegance—graceful in his gestures and poised in his body language. he’s proudest when his family boasts about him to others and smiles the biggest smile when others compliment his parents for their wondrous way of raising their kids.

he felt accomplished, and it became easy to fall into the persona of imperfect perfection ( because the world never loved truly perfect things that were too inhuman, they liked the perfect they could relate to and feel some relation to ). but a few times he fell back to his trickster ways, other times he showed a coldness brought upon only when others dare to badmouth his family or hurt a hair on them, and there’s a frigid brutality to his thinking when it came to tough decisions. his eyes do not see the white and black, the good and evil, the heroes and villains—he saw the greys, the neutrality, the vigilantes. such thoughts had long since vanished the day he found out what his father formerly was, and now he objectively eyed the world with no prejudice.

just like his father, he hid this side of him just as much as the man hid himself from the world. and by then, his mask has merged itself almost completely to him anyways. so he bore the ambitions to be a hero despite his vigilante mindset, and pursued that life. 

( he just didn’t expect his triplets to come along the ride, and with them by his side he felt more at ease and a gentle smile in place. he loved his siblings, he truly did. )

『 CHAPTER IV :: BLOOM 』
becoming a hero required training. he’s been training a long time before, and he had put all his effort into it. with mother, he learned more of his powers—with father, he learned how to fight. father had went easy on them initially, but haruka was always a sharp one and bluntly told him that if the man did not get serious, how did he expect them to grow and be able to properly defends themselves? the hellish training afterwards did not deter that thought.

he found himself with a schedule that alternated between helping out in the cafe, handling his siblings, training with his parents, studying, going to school, and of course the full-time effort in putting up a mask. a hectic life when you think about it, but he had always done so well in juggling his schedules ( and hiding the lack of sleeping schedule he had at times ).

when the time came when he and his fellow triplet stood in front of the gates of u.a., a part of him was in awe as much as there was steely determination. they were really going to do this, and he was going to make sure that he would not fail his family. he would become a great hero, to show the world what he was willing to do for those he called family and splatter the black and white with grey.

PRESENT / SCHOOL LIFE: 
to many of the students of u.a., kimura haruka was a pleasant figure with older eyes and a gentle smile on his face ( that tends to hold some sort of knowing to it ). striking, long red locks and bright green eyes—it was difficult to miss him. quite the popular boy due to his seemingly princely demeanor and appearance. sitting in seat b, the tall boy became quite the source of ire for the shorter students who couldn't really see the front due to his height. overall, many of the students tend to get along with him to an acquainance level. there were instances where his classmates became surprised as his hidden mischievous streak was revealed, alongside how he fought in general. it was then they realized the hidden layers of haruka and the invisible distance between him and them that he only let a select few in. he was also quite the favorite among teachers due to his mature outlook in life, intellect, and lack of causing troubles.

routine wise, he would get ready ( possibly waking up his siblings ), take care of anything that was important for the family if needed, head off to school, deal with school, possibly but unlikely hang out with friends as he was more keen on returning home to take care fo the family and perhaps assist the cafe his family owned ( even though his mother had countlessly told him that he didn't have to anymore ). he only started to interact more and not head straight back home once he got closer to ayumu, tsuyu, tokoyami and koda.

when he had to move to the dorms of u.a., he was not amused. however, he dealt with it to the best of his abilities. after all, he would rather stay in his actual home where he could take care of all of his family but he knew his parents were strong enough to protect their younger siblings and themselves. his dorm, in all honesty, was quite plain. however, there were a variety of plants on one side of the wall, near a window that let the sunlight shine in. the array of plants brought a splash of color and individuality, with some clinging onto the plain white walls. the floor was made of sleek, tiled wood and there was quite the amount of books too, organized neatly and meticulously. one of the cupboards were dedicated to various amounts of seeds that were also organized neatly. there were pictures of his family pinned to his bulletin board, alongside the framed one set on his desk. 

( image reference: *; color scheme reference: * )

 

 

 

 

 

QUIRK: 
verdure armoury ( emitter )
` the quirk to manipulate plants in a way that he could weaponize them. essentially, he's capable of toughening plants, sharpening it, elongate it, speed up the process of growth, and turn it into whatever he could possibly form with it.

STRENGTHS: 
` with a mere seed, he could create quite the plethora of weapons. it also helped that plants varied and depending on the plants he could even create spiky weapons or poisoned ones.
` with his great knowledge in flora and weaponry, a quick mind, and great control over his powers, the boy could quickly forge something in order to defend himself or go on the offense.

WEAKNESSES: 
` fire. in the end, plants are plants and against flames—his plants would burn and there was nothing he could do about it.
` he could not create plants out of nowhere. he could only manipulate it, which was why he always had his rose closeby and seeds on the ready. this also meant he had to constantly restock for seeds when he ran out of it. which could also be a problem whenever he had to find the rarer plants that were useful and considering how some of them could be quite expensive ( luckily he had discounts and a nice lady who had a huge soft spot for him who also had a bunch of seeds in stock ).
` he may have gotten used to grow plants out of seeds, but his stronger weapons definitely came from plants which were already grown as he did not need to use energy on hastening the seed's growth. 
` currently he's incapable of regressing the growth of a plant, which meant that if it starts to wilt—well, he had to make a new plant. he could only regress roses so far, though.

LOCKED CAPABILITIES: 
` regressing the plant's growth. goodbye stocking up on such plants.
` albeit a more villainous use of his quirk, he's definitely capable of making life-sized carnivorous plants that had a taste in humans.
` manipulating the potency of a plant's pollen or poison so that he could make a poison ivy's touch more irritating and the plants which helped make one go to sleep to be a wondrous knock out spell.

FIGHTING STYLE: 
he was not afraid to get dirty whe he fought. he knew his methods that would even lead to him kicking dirt into the enemy's eyes would lead to a squawk of indignance from people like kirishima ( " that wasn't manly at all! " ) but he could care less. his quirk was one best used alongside proper experience in combat as in the end he's just creating supportive weaponry that he had to know how to use in order to properly use what he had altered. the crimson haired boy was a strategic fighter, one that used his brains and technique in order to win his matches over sheer force. if the idea of winning was impossible, he would aim for the smaller wins such as being a great distraction or the sort as a means to 'win' instead. he was also rather brutal when he wished to be, hitting where it hurts and always planning the best plan of action or the quickest way to take his opponents down/

WEAPONRY: 
` rose whip.
his trademark, the rose whip was definitely the weapon he excelled most in. admittedly, said whip can be deadly if he pushed it to that stage, but most times he aimed to immobilize or knock them out rather than to coldly and cruelly murder. his whip was capable of having sharp spikes to pierce and cut, but he had learned to dull those thorns to not cause any fatal damages or to shorten it so that it wouldn't be so bad. 
` buloke.
the australian buloke was the strongest wood there was, an ironwood that was a great use as defense or make- melee weapons. with enough alterations, and quite the energy spent upon it, he could make it as strong as steel. the buloke was one to deal devastating blunt damage and fend himself when needed.
` oak.
used for the sake of protecting himself from fire if it came down to going against fire users. oak was one of the fire-resistant plants that existed ( but still not fireproof ). he could make it more resistant against the inferno, however it could still burn if hit enough by the flames.
` aloe.
the thick and jagged aloe vera leaves were great to be used as makeshift blades. albeit definitely one of the more lethal weapons ( then again, his arsenal were all on the dangerous side if used right ) with how it as definitely possible for him to extend the jagged spikes on the side of the leaf in order to pierce his enemies when he 'missed'. 

LIKES: 
` flora ( specifically roses )
` inari sushi ( he loved it to bits, it's his favorite food of all time  and he could go on and eat it for days. )
` origami ( there's always been something soothing about it. moreover, he's grown quite fond of paper cranes ever since he met ayumu a nd ayumi. )
` tricks or  pranks ( in the end he was a trickster at heart and he loved to play around and scheme for the sake of amusement. )
` vigilantes ( every else were raving about the heroes or villains but he w as always one for the vigilantes who he related to a lot more. )

DISLIKES: 
` idealism ( unfortunately, many people held an idealistic mindset in the world he lived in which he wasn't really all about. stain just cemented this opinion after the man targeted ingenium who he knew was decent unlike some others. )
` fishy food ( as in, the meals that had the fish flavor stand out strongly. it easaily made his nose wrinkle in distaste and for him to lean away from it. )
` fire ( it's more of a nuisance than anything, especially considering his affinity with plants. )
` prejudices ( prejudice was the art of idiocy in his eyes. )
` pollution ( he's not keen on how it worsened the state of nature. )

HOBBIES: 
`gardening ( due to his quirk he's ver fond of plants and he liked to harvest seeds. )
` origami ( there's something soothing about forming beautiful works of art from mere paper. )
` pranking ( although not as much as he used to, it was still something he did to this day. a lot of times no onw eve knew it was him. )
` training ( he tried to better his abilities whenever he could. )
` researching about weapons ( with his knowledge in plants and weaponry, he could forge a variety of weapons that may be useful in the future. )
` making tea concoctions.

HABITS: 
` playing with his locks when amused.
` flickering eyes that took in everything and took notes of the setting.
` playing around with seeds or the rose in his hair when nervous, as if readying to use it when things go awry.
` a hand in his pocket or on the rose paired with a dangerous smile when intimidating others.
` a frigid anger and steely voice when wrathful, but turning into plain disappointment at the victim of said anger after giving some time to calm down.
` meticulously having to take out seeds out of his hair before a shower, it became quite the therapeutic session for him.

EXTRA: 
` surprisingly, haruka's favorite songs tend to be of the metal or rock genre.
` he has his own garden back in home with a large variety of plants, but he had to keep the ones that did not suit japan or it's climate as seeds only. 
` he's actually quite known by the public as the handsome and princely worker in a cafe in musutafu. even before he became a hero or officially joined u.a. he had gained a plethora of fans who were ready to support whenever he was to debut. 
` his hair, despite being tangled with seeds most of the times, was very soft and silky. 
` he's quite famed in the class for his terrifying smile that no one would dare to bring up.
` despite his gentle demeanor, love for plants, and effeminate appearance—he also enjoyed playing horror games, beautully done but still messed up games, and the sort.

FIRST MEETING: 
when one considered what kimura haruka and akane ayumu could be in the future from their first meeting alone—the answer you'd get would be  ' nothing much '.

because to ayumu, haruka had been kimura no. one. to haruka, ayumu had been akane-san. there were curt nods exchanged, but they did not delve deeper into a conversation. because they had been nothing much, and they did not expect to be more. admittedly, there were thoughts that were more like observation when they deemed the other more attractive, but other than that there was nothing.

( except they had and now they could  not even recall what it was like to be strangers anymore. ) 

LOVE STORY: 
01. it started with necessary conversations ( such as when one dropped their pencil and it rolled over to the other's desk, or when they had required assistance of any sort ). but hten they started to bump into each other at times, leading to the eventual day haruka had simply called haruk, haruka. it had actually starteled him a bit, which seemed to startle the other too. before an amused smile grace haruka's features as he responded with the gentle chimes for a chuckle.

the next time they met, haruka had called him ayumu. it didn't seem so odd somehow.

02. next came the flowers. there were times haruka's motherly tendencies flared up, seeking out to assist another who he deemed in need for it. ayum just had been there, with deep eye bags and the lack of sleep in his eyes when haruka decided to do something about it. that's when haruka left a small jar of homemade tea bags and flowers to assist the boy to sleep. the kind gesture from someone like haruka and whow as still quite the stranger to him had been a shock, but haruka merely had insisted for him to try it. to a boy drowning in an abyss of darkness, haruka's innocently helpful action, light smile, and bright green eyes of tenderness was like a beacon of light.

( the interaction at that moment ended at that note. ayumu also ended up trying the remedies out. it was the first time in a  long time a dreamless sleep welcomed him. )

03. flowers on ayumu's desk had become a normal sight. no one teased them for it because there's an acceptence that it was obviously haruka who had left it and that it was another sighting of haruka's motherly side. but with the flowers came a budding relationship. gentle reminders from the redhead to the other, an understanding that something's brewing outside the shorter boy's school life, and a need to help the darker teen if he could. and sometimes they thorny eyes spotted details, made observations and an analysis to go with it, before he reached a conclusion. and with said conclusion, he'd leave a bouquet of flower's that held the message of—

" for that person you're worrying baout, i do hopw they get better. a wish of good luck and a bright future for them. " 

( ayumu started to realize that he should stop being so stupefied by haruka—and yet the tender smile, emerald eyes, and soothing voiced coupled together with kindness he had missed so much had been too bright and overwhelming. )

04. trust is a difficult concept, but yearning was easy to understand. and perhaps it had been the longing clouding ayumu's judgement but one day as they were together and alone from the others, ayumu had told him the slightest bit of his sister. it did not surprise him when he caught the eye of his long haired companion's that he would notice an understanding and the unspoken question of it's her wasn't it? because he expected nothing less from haruka who just knew without him having to say anything much or hide it under layers of roundabout words. the silent conversation which was under the guise of casual conversations was a form of art the two had mastered—and with that they figured things out about the others that they never wished t say but had always wanted another to understand.

and of course, even if ayumu had yet to fully trust the classmate with rosy locks, knowing eyes, and a constant smile—there's still the known fact that he could tust haruka enough to understand all his messages.

05. it's unintentional, but ayumu told tales of a certain classmate of his to his younger sister. " you'v emt a prince!? " had been her reaction as he recounted his experiences with the boy, but thinking haruka as some sort of prince was definitely a fitting image. he did not deny his sister's statement and continued onwards. but back to the tpic, syumi had begged him to let her see the prince, and he could not bear to say no. so, with great reluctance, he asked haruka to join in.

turns out, it was one  of the best things to ever happen. because when haruka visited the younger girl, he expertly played with her and made her smile. with ease, haruka told her of fairy tales, wove flower crowns with grace, and even joined in making paper cranes and thought the girl various other origami methods. it was at that moment that ayumu had came across a joy and warmth that he thought was long since gone—and as haruka made the person he loved most filled with elation and looked back at him with emerald eyes twinkling and crinkled up to crescents, a bright smile so full of happiness, and the sheer beauty that glowed—ayumu realized that there's too many feelings that was threatening to drown him.

( as always haruka understood, and it didn't take him long for him to leave. and even though ayumu's now left with time for himself to calm himself down from the sudden tidal waves of feelings—the emptiness and coldness from haruka's departure left an even worser impact on him. )

06. for haruka, such feelings came to light much later. in fact, he had been quite aware of a shift in ayumu's personality whenever they interacted ( it's the confusion, the look the dark haired boy would get when he felt too much but did not know how to express, and haruka made sure to not overwhelm him too much ). this knowledge was not something he bothered much with, instead he left it be and continued their routine together.

in fact, haruka sometimes wondered about how he should reject ayumu if the day camed.

said they never came, though, because of that certain time when he had made ayumu smile for the first time, a gentle one of kindness and joy he had never saw on his classmate's face that had always been so gloomy and dark. it was...pure, yet tainted still by his past. despite that he felt a warmth which bloomed in him, festering with great vigor, and he wondered if this was the ' oh ' moment that his parents spoke of when the realization of their feelings hit them like a speeding truck. 

maybe he would not even be able to reject the other at all.

07. the feelings bloomed like roses, with pretty blossoms that enticed you as well as the sharp thorns that screamed of danger. and as much as he loved the flora, roses were quite fragile in comparison to the likes of the great defense of an oak. ayumu's too afraid and unable to comprehend or plan out on what to do with such emotions trying to claw its way out of him and express everything, whilst haruka was much too selfless and understanding to be  pushy. instead, he gave the other space when he needed it and tried to maintain their current relationship as it was.

but sometimes the temptation was too strong, and he found himself holding the smaller teen's hands, pushing back the locks behind the ears, caressing the soft cheeks lightly, let his gaze and touches linger. ayumu tend to the latter two too, but still there were restraints and the buds were threatneing to bloom yet they kept on stopping themselves from letting it do so.

because to ayumu, haruka was too good for him and he didn't know how to handle all the turmoil of the feelings he vowed to have cut himself off from. because to haruka, ayumu came first and he was willing to wait and be there for the other no matter what. because too them, they knew that there was something between them, a red string of fate that coiled them tightly together yet it was so frail and easy to cut. 

CONCLUSION: 
deer and i have realized that in regards to them, so many things could happen depending on the situation at hand. haruka and ayumu is a complex pair that have so many things going on that made them a perfect couple and yet ayumu's a mess and the possibility of them breaking their relationship if even the slightest thing went awry is high. either way, there's a knowing that they were so much more than the friends they believed themselves to be.

in one way, you could make them confess ( perhaps because ayumu finally snapped one day and told haruka to go but for the first time haruka stepped forwards and dared himself to ush forwards and retored with the question of whether ayumu had really wished for him to leave—which he did not, and haruka vowed to never leave him and love him with all his heart ), or you could create an event that seperated them before such a thing happened. on another note, if you went with the confession route and they continued onwards, you could make haruka be able to groun ayumu down to the point that the other would stay and they would both be happy for years to come ( even after ayumi's death, because haruka always had a way to anchor him down and make him believe that there was still light in the world ), or you could break them apart the day ayumu left and pursued the life of villainy ( perhaps it was after ayumi died, or that event coupled with a time wherein ayumu could not even manage to protect haruka and that feeling of almost losing haruka made him want to leave because he just can't feel like that ever again ). and there came the possibility of them meeting each other as a hero and villain and how that could end u as ( because maybe ayumu even made himself ose his memories to forget haruka so he could kill off the emotions associated with him, or maybe they met nd they go through the flashbacks of what they used to be ). overall, the ending is left up to you who hold the fate of the two as well as the story.

STATUS: 
as of the beginning of the story, total and compete strangers..

TRIVIA: 
` haruka taught ayumi how to make rose cranes, paper cranes with roses in the center, and for their last jar of athousand paper cranes they had made it out of it ( bonus scenario: ayumu got so devastated and angry at how the cranes never made their wishes come true and was about to break it but haruka stopped him, telling him that everything was fine and providing the comfort the shorter male had needed ).
` haruka liked to make flower crowns for ayumu and his sister, claimed that now ayumu truly was a prince since he donned a crown now. 
` haruka also taught them how to weave flower crowns.
` sometimes ayumu wore haruka's shirt or jacket that was a bit too big on his frame. haruka's very pleased and enjoyed such sights.
` nicknames weren't really something that defined them, however being simply ayumu and haruka was just enough for them. however, if haruka ever designated a nickname to the other he would clal him yume-chan because ayumu's name was connected to the word yume which meant dream.
` haruka could even calm ayumu down during his pahses when he got psychotic. 
` hurting haruka was one of the surefire way to bring out said psychotic side of ayumu's.

RANDOMFAN101. CAELUS. 60%
 

COMMENTS: 
fINALLY I AM DONEEEEE. holy crap i got so busy but welp i finished sobs. tbh my son ended up being very much like the og kurama but i couldn't help it sobs. i hpe you lke him!! 

SUGGESTIONS: 
` haruka calming ayumu down after ayumu went crazy at seeing haruka getting injured.
` sOFT ROSE CRANES MOMENTS ( yes that is their ship name )
` the kimura triplets doing a prank together.
` haruka's not one to get jealous, though he's a bit colder to bakugo because he may be a bit possessive of ayumu. however, he's understanding so he wasn't so hung up about it.
` haruka still making flower crowns for ayumi and setting one down on her grave ( and if ayumu became a villain, he kept the extra crown meanat for the other with him ).
` more tba...
 

PASSWORD: 

i love dab very much ok