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"Are you sure this is fine?" Kaminari asked. Jirou was carrying the bag full of requested bread while held he held on to the extra drinks they picked up from the convenient store. An awkward silence stood in between the two since they left the store and Kaminari could only assume that Jirou was upset. "I mean, if you really don't want me over I could just leave now."

"My mom's expecting you and it's really not a big deal. I just…" Jirou groaned. Her frustration was obvious as she tried to word her feelings. "I haven't had many friends like you come over in the past, okay?"

"Like me?" Kaminari paused a moment to see Jirou trying to hide the scowl on her flustered face. "Oh, you mean someone from UA?"

"No, I meant none of them were stupid, geez! You're the first guy to come over!"

"Really?" That was a bit of a surprise to Kaminari. "So that means you've never brought home a boyfriend?"

"There was never any time for that. Studying for that UA entrance exam was hell and on top of that, my parents were always being invited to concerts and events so if I wanted to go that meant there wasn't any time for other stuff," Jirou explained.

"So you must be pretty close with your parents," Kaminari asked.

"Yeah, even though they're in the music biz the pressure was never there to follow in their steps. I think that's why it's so easy to get along with them," Jirou smiled. "But you'll see for yourself in a minute. We're here."

Jirou opened the front gate that led to a two story house, just before Kaminari spoke up, "Wait, Jirou is there anything I should know about your parents or your uncle? Any musicians I shouldn't bring up or something?"

He never really thought about Jirou's parents as parents. At school, he always talked about them as though they were cool, laid-back celebrities. But with each step closer to the house, Kaminari's nerves were getting the best of him.

"I guess, as long as you don't ask my Mom difference between punk and rock, you'll be fine with her. Oh, and I'm pretty sure Uncle Marley likes you or he would have kicked you out the shop." Jirou stepped up to the front door. "There is one thing… Don't take my dad too seriously,"

"What do you mean?!" Kaminari was more nervous now than he was before he asked her.

"I'm back!" Jirou yelled, carelessly flipping off her shoes so to not to place the bread down.

"Get in here! We're ready to eat!"

Kaminari followed Jirou down the hallway full of framed pictures. He took quick glances at each one they passed, trying to take in as much of Jirou's past as he could. Some were just newspaper clippings, but most showed his classmate at different stages of her life, always standing next to someone new. It wasn't until they had reached the kitchen that Kaminari realized he recognized some of the people Jirou was posing with. Before he could ask Jirou, Kaminari was confronted by who he could only assume was his friend's dad.

"So you're Kyouka's friend from UA?" The man asked. He wasn't taller than Kaminari, but the look on his face showed that he was being serious.

"Yes Sir! My name is Kaminari Denki. Thank you for inviting me over for dinner." Kaminari said.

"I didn't, my wife did."

"Ah right, then sorry for the intrusion, sir," Kaminari wasn't sure what to do. Jirou had left his side and he could see Marley sitting at the table, enjoying the ongoing confrontation.

"Leave the poor boy alone! Hi there, we spoke on the phone. I'm Miku and this is my husband Kyoutoku."

"How am I supposed to find out if he's a good influence on my daughter without asking a few questions? You know a lot of kids now a days want to be heroes for the money and fame of it all."

"This is better than what I expected," Marley spoke up. "But I'm ready to eat so give the boy a second to breathe and let's get to that curry before it gets cold."

"Just sit down, Kaminari," Jirou pushed Kaminari away from her father and towards the table, making him take the sit on the round table between Marley and herself. The table had already been set with a place of curry and rice for each person and once Jirou's parents had sat down, the five began to eat. Unsure what questions Kyoutaku was going to ask him, Kaminari decided to break the ice first, in hopes of making a good impression.

"So was that really Jean Cimmons eating cake with Jirou in the picture down the hall?" Kaminari asked, hoping to break the awkward tension in the room.

"You recognized Jean?" Kyoutoku's face light up with excitement. "I didn't think anyone from this generation would know about him aside from our Kyouka! It's not just him eating an regular cake in the picture either, you want to hear the story, Denki-boy?"

Marley simply shook his head, "You lasted longer than I thought you would, but you blew your cover, my friend."

"If he knows who Jean Cimmons is then he has to be a good kid," was the father's reply.

"Of all the pictures on the wall, you had to bring that one up," Jirou sighed, "I told you. My parents are always attending events, which is really just an excuse for musicians to hang out. So get ready for a trip down memory lane."

Jirou was right. Her dad and Marley ended up taking over the dinner conservation with stories of their days in the music industry. Jirou's mom would add her own experiences into the mix here and there but Jirou herself stayed relatively quiet. Kaminari was relieved that the attention wasn't on him, but was also more than happy to say the occasional "So cool!" and "Seriously?!" throught out the talk.

"You two never get tired of reliving those days,"Mika chimed in as she started to gather the plates off the table, after everyone had finished eating the bread for dessert. "Although you make it seem as if you were the ones performing, not waiting around backstage."

"Ah well enough about us then. How is everything going at UA for you Denki?" Marley asked.

"Great, classes are tough, but I'm sure Jirou has said the same about UA," Kaminari was hoping that now Kyoutoku-san had taken a liking to him, the questions would be a bit easier to handle.

However, Kyoutoku had something else on his mind. "Denki, my boy, what's our Kyouka like in class? Is she every bit as sassy as she is at home?"

"Old man!" Jirou yelled out as her face grew hot and ears plug wiggled about. She had been zoning in and out of most of the conservation, but that had definitely brought her back to reality.

Kaminari tried to ignore the fuming Jirou next to him as he turned to properly face Kyouktoku-san, "I believe that your daughter is probably one of the coolest people in our class when she's not offending people with her rude remarks," Kaminari quickly said.

"Geez, you didn't have to be so honest," Kyouka complained as she crossed her arms. "I'd have more good things to say about you if you didn't act so stupid all the time."

"You've literally called me a dumbass for wanting to be a sidekick! How is that stupid?!" Before Jirou could say another word, Kyoutoku and Marley both burst out laughing at that duo.

"That answers my question, kid. I was just messing with ya both,"

"Just don't zap me for it later,"

"No promises, but I think you should be making your way home."

"Yeah, it's getting late." Kaminari stood from his chair and thanked the family for their hospitality, as Jirou tried to rush the process in efforts of avoiding anymore embarrassing topics.

"Come back soon Denki-boy!" yelled out Kyouka's dad from the kitchen.

"I'm going to walk Kaminari to the main street, be right back!"

They put on their shoes and walked out the front door before Jirou's dad could say another word. Once they made it on to the street, Jirou felt comfortable enough to talk again.

"Sorry about all of this tonight, my folks get carried away sometime," Jirou said with a slight frown evident on her face.

"It was fun hearing your family's stories, but I did want to ask you something," Kaminari took a deep breath before asking, "What's Marley's story? Just looking at you guys, I know that he's not actually related to you and he's obviously worked with your parents, but how did he end up at the shop?"

He was expecting a snarky response or even the cold shoulder. But to his surprise, she didn't miss a beat. "Marley has been friends with my dad long before they met my mom. He was a big name in the music industry during those times thanks to his own quirk, Audio tuner. He has the ability to see and change sound waves."

"No way, that has to be a rare quirk! I've heard of noise canceling quirks and obviously there are sound producing quirks like your family's and Present Mic's, but that's got to be awesome!"

"Yeah, big time, that's why Marley was especially wanted by major music labels."

"For scouting purposes?"

"Nice to see you actually using your brain for once Kaminari," Kaminari only scoffed in response as she continued. "He was able to determine a singer's potential in minutes, make recording sessions and live concerts go smoothly, but most importantly for the labels, make money for them like crazy. Then one day, he just quit and opened up the shop. He never said why and no one in the industry ever released a formal statement about it either.

"How can someone so famous just disappear like that?" Kaminari questioned.

"He wasn't really famous with the public. He was more like an urban legend among musicians until they would finally meet him." Jirou explained.

"Still… to be that successful with your quirk and to suddenly change your life overnight," Kaminari stared down the empty street, enjoying the slight chill of the night. "It's almost like a professional hero getting into an accident and being told he can't do hero work anymore."

Jirou turned to look at Kaminari, "Yeah, but in that case, the hero didn't want to stop working. Uncle Marley chose to leave. Anyways, it happened years ago and he's happy with the life he has at the shop now."

"How do you know that if he never talks about it?" Kaminari saw Jirou's jack spring towards his chest. In that split second, he could only wonder if his comment really came off as that rude. He squeezed his eyes shut waiting for the usual zap, but all he felt was a slight tap over his heart.

"The heart never lies," Jirou whispered, when she suddenly realized what she was said and retracted her ear jacks. "Or at least that's what my mom says about heartbeats and crap."

"That's pretty cute," Kaminari smirked. Instead of chancing another ear jack attack, Kaminari took off sprinting towards the station.

"Cute?" Jirou stopped in her tracks, watching her classmate get further and further away from her.

"I can make my way to the station from here! Thanks for dinner Jirou!" Kaminari yelled, turning the corner and disappearing from her view completely.

"Idiot," Jirou said, before focusing her attention on getting rid of the blush on her face on the way home.