Haruka doesn't often let his mind wander to unsavory thoughts. His attention is too easily entertained, it's rare for a form of distraction to fail to pop up in some form or another. But tonight he supposes is an exception to that pattern. He's stuck awake in bed, staring at the ceiling alone with his own musings. Alone. Somehow the word itself triggers a troubling onslaught of worries, ones he's tried his best to shut out. If he looks to his left, he knows he'll see his roommate, Kougyoku-chan, soundly asleep. So he supposes he's not technically alone, but...
He frowns. Hmm, this train of thought is really... sad. He won't get anything out of lingering like this. Sitting up and rubbing at his eyes, the only cure to this spontaneous insomnia is surely a small walk. At the very least, he convinces himself it is.
And thus here he is, the school flower gardens. He'd visited here for the first time not too long ago, and the serene, silent acceptance it provides draws him back time and time again. The flowers bloom noiselessly, and their beauty and existence deserve admirers. Haruka is perfectly content to fulfill the role of admirer and praise their elegance, a healthy bond of mutualism. Tonight, a bushel of yellow flowers glow in the moonlight. Like... little suns at night! If that's not too cheesy, of course... Ehehe.
Before he can move on, however, the bundle of yellow characteristic to these flowers catches his eye; on the ground, that is. Leaning down to pick it up, Haruka brushes it off and holds it up to get a better look. Ah, not too bad, it looks like he'd saved it before anyone trampled over it. Thank goodness...! Smiling as he holds it to his chest, he decides it'll be a nice companion for the rest of his nighttime walk., like a friend. Thinking of it like this, maybe he can tell it everything he thinks about its fellow blooms as they traverse this natural scene.
Just as he's about to begin his (or maybe their) journey however, he meets someone he'd never expected to be out: namely, another person. Immediately smiling and scratching the back of his head, he's only mildly perturbed by the fact he's been caught by a teacher. Oh well, if he gets sent back he get sent back after all, no helping it...
"Ah, is that right? Oops, guess that means I'm breaking the rules then, sorry!" But somehow it doesn't seem like he's getting scolded, so with his smile in tact, Haruka hopes for the best.
At the sudden explanation of the flower he's holding, the boy is suddenly reminded of the fact that-- oh, this is Petunia-sensei, one of the botany teachers. It's no wonder she'd know such a seemingly obscure fact. Upon learning of the meaning behind the blossom in his hand, Haruka brightens instantly. Strength and resilience, huh...
"Wow, to be drawn to such a flower...! Truthfully I just picked it up because it'd already fallen, but maybe that still means something. Like... like maybe I'm kinda strong in a way, or something like that!" It's an exciting thought to entertain, and while a small, nagging part of his brain shoots down the possibility, the majority of him shoves it away in favor of being swept up by the fantastical ideal.
Smiling, he continues, "It's so cool you know these things, Petunia-sensei! Teachers are so impressive."
