Strawberry | [CLOSED/MISAKI]

The smooth voice of Wei Wuxian floated through his headset as Misaki sat crosslegged on his PC chair, tablet stylus in one hand, a cake fork in the other, the audio drama for one of his favourite classic novels on play through his PC. Even if it was a really old series, he couldn’t help but love the story, and he had listened to it now for probably the 20th time but the confession scene was literally the best.ever.confession.ever.written. (Or so it was in his opinion in anycase.)

He hoped one day he could draw a series anywhere near good as that, it was the stray thought that floated in his mind as he took another bite of strawberry shortcake, the fragrance of the forbidden (for him) berry filling his mouth and he wasn’t sure what was more heart racing, the dessert or Lan Zhan’s deep, velvety voice.

With his rather unfortunate quirk that he would rather not make such a big show of in public, he had to avoid anything sort of berry (or vegetable) that had a seed he could end up swallowing by accident. He was trying to prove to the world that a hero could be just as great without relying on their quirk, and the last thing he wanted was a raspberry bush or cucumber plant sprouting out of him. That was one surefire way to make becoming the center of ridicule- or so he thought. And that was the one thing he hated- being underestimated by anyone.

Generally he ate things that were high protein and low everything else to support his training regime, meaning his meals were rather boring and actually he liked sweet and fattening things like snacks as much as the next teenager but he knew if he didn’t work hard, he wouldn’t get anywhere. But today was his once a month guilty pleasure hour, where he let himself eat one slice of something that would probably set off his quirk, while watching a romantic drama or listening to an audio drama (like he was now) while sketching out something new for his (anonymous artist) social media.

It was fine, even though he could tell the fine, light green vines of the Fragaria Amaou were sliding out of many pores of his skin all over his body and trailing to the floor, their life span would be so very short due to his quirk that once he finished eating the cake, he knew give it 15 minutes and all trace of the plants ever being there would be gone. He could see a new large leaf unfurl in the corner of his eye, and small white flowers popped out a moment after. The redhead could already smell the sweet scent of the fruit that had reached maturity somewhere on the floor, but he ignored it. Once he was done with eating he would clean up the mess.

He had done this ritual for god knows how many years now, it was pretty much a habit for him and his mother was always nice enough to make sure his meals were plant seed free, and for some reason their treat days always fell on the same Sunday he always chose for his guilty pleasure days. Not that he would ever admit to it, just thinking about it all made him feel a little homesick...

He neatly scraped the last bite of cake onto his fork and ate it, before popping the last sugar glazed strawberry that he had saved to last in his mouth before finishing the outline of the drawing he was doing. He really liked how this came out, his usual BL webseries that was serialising at the moment was a modern one, but it wasn’t bad to draw ancient dynasty Chinese robes once in a while. He took a screenshot of his art application, and after double checking there was nothing to give his true identity away, he posted it on his art social media account.



After clicking “post”, he went back to the program and started to add colour to the background. He was in the middle of blurring some soft white against the bright blue of the Gusu mountain sky, humming along to the outro music that played through his headphones when he heard a voice behind him which made him drop his stylus and almost jump out of his skin.

He had forgotten to lock, bolt his door closed.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

His brain almost went blank with panic. Who the fuck would even dare to come into his room unannounced anyway?? As far as he knew, he managed to give off that aloof air strong enough for most of his classmates to avoid him. So what went wrong?? He scrambled to take off his headphones, ending up dropping them onto the floor also as he whirled around. Wide blue eyes caught sight of some tiny blond kid, and his whole body filled with dread. It was this guy. The fucking weirdo.

Fuck.

“The fuck are you doing here??”

Misaki yelled, his voice a key higher from his panic. This was the young hero student’s equivalent of being caught with his pants down. It was literally the worst thing that could happen, like, ever.

“The FUCK are y-h-hey!! Don’t eat those!!”

He yelped, realising that Hinata (the kid’s name was Haru Hinata...right???) was...eating the fruit that had grown out of his body. He wasn’t sure what part of that was obscene, but it just WAS, and his face went bright red in the space of a second, was it due to anger or embarrassment or both? Who knows.

“The hell are you talking about you fucking weirdo just GET OUT!”

It probably would have been more wise to make his classmate sit down and to explain he didn’t want anyone to know about his quirk so, if possible, he could keep quiet. And possibly help the guy out with whatever he was talking about. But Misaki was far too distressed to even think about what was the right thing to do, he just wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

1,000ish words Inner Misaki is AAA :opossum:

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