There was something about the rain. The way it falls down from the sky, the way it lands on your skin, making it shiver. The way it brings a laugh out of your lips or tears out of your eyes. They way it made you feel strong or weak. The way it could take out your true self more easily than any psychologist or psychiatric can. There was something about the rain that could make you sigh and want to just stand there, cold water washing all your troubles away, floating down the drain. It was magical.
The sound of the little drops falling on top of each other, splashing on the windows and streets. The swishing when going down, abiding to gravity. Or made you relax, made your eyes heavy and heart light.
Izuku was outside of the dorms, just by a little. He was sitting down in front of the building, knees under his chin, eyes closed. There was a tiny smile on his lips, cold water sliding down his face, flattening down his hair. There was a song going around in his head, tune thrumming on his throat but the lyrics just wouldn't come out. What was the song? He didn't know, but the melody was soothing so he kept humming it to the rain.
"Make you feel my love," the soft voice startled him a little, but he didn't jumped or let it show, only moving his head to look at the blurry figure over his shoulder.
"What?" He asked, just as softly as the spoken voice. The person came closer, umbrella covering them from the rain.
"That's the song you're humming. Make you feel my love." Yaoyorozu sat down by his side, hand closing the umbrella, rain drenching her clothes at a fast rate.
"Oh, thanks! I actually forgot the name and lyrics so I was just humming the melody." He chuckled, eyes darting to look up before looking down again, blinking away the droplets. "It's funny how calm you feel when the sky gets like this. I love it. It may make me feel like bawling my eyes out but I really like it when it rains."
Yaoyorozu smiled, head tilted upwards and eyes carefully closed. The lined on her face were smooth, beautiful. Her lips showing a gentle smile as the rain poured gently over her skin. Izuku felt blessed to be surrounded by such exquisite and pure creatures, people who treated him like one of them from the very beginning, people who never underestimated him. At least, not for long. Sometimes he would think that it wasn't fair to be around them, that it wasn't his place to stay here but their words, their actions, their smiles... How could he feel so guilty when the other's adopted him into their lives? He couldn't just give in to his degrading thoughts, there was no way he would lose. Not even to himself.
"So you know the song?" He found his mouth moving before his mind connected completely to it. The need to have a connection overpowering him.
Yaoyorozu smiled, lips parting to sing instead of giving an answer per se.
"When the rain is blowing in your face, and the whole world is on your case, I could offer you a warm embrace to make you feel my love."
Her voice was like velvet, the notes rolling off her tongue as if second nature. It calmed him, brought him into a trance-like state, mind awakening and tracing the next lyrics into his previously empty head.
"When the evening shadows and the stars appear, and there is no one there to dry your tears, I could hold you for a million years to make you feel my love."
Yaoyorozu grinned at him, satisfied with the continuation to her singing. Izuku copied her, a light blush painting his freckled cheeks, lips moving to join her in a quiet and relaxing duet.
This was one of those moments that you didn't know that you needed until it happened. The whole mundane, domestic feeling was making him feel a little light headed with happiness. With the rain drops as background noise, a silent but intense orchestra of water, their voices kept growing in volume but were still oh, so quietly melting with the roaring, pacific wind that was blowing into their faces and making a mess of their hair.
Izuku was once again reminded why he loved the rain so much when tears started to roll down on his face but the ice cold water disguised them as nothing more than part of their own. His voice cracked in the middle of a sentence, a lump forming on his throat but he continued, the moment too perfect to be broken by his silly feels. Yaoyorozu didn't noticed or didn't mind since she kept singing, a shy smile on her lips, hand gripping his subconsciously.
"The storms are raging on the rolling sea, and on the highway of regret. The winds of change are blowing wild and free, you ain't see nothing like me yet."
Izuku looked at her, her perfect eyelashes, her rosy cheeks, her flattened hair, her trembling lips, her swirling gaze. She was beautiful indeed, one of the most beautiful girls in the class because if for a person it was, Todoroki would take that prize.
Blushing a little at his thoughts, Izuku gripped her hand back, singing the last part, never leaving his eyes from her porcelain face.
"I could make you happy, make tour dreams come true. Nothing that I wouldn't do. Go to the ends of the Earth for you, to make you feel my love,"
her gaze drifted to his emerald eyes, orbs shining with water and an emotion that couldn't decode, lips moving to finish the song at the same time.
"To make you feel my love. "
The rain became more than just background noise, the drops making a splashing rhythm on the water so overwhelming that both teenagers became hyper aware of the cold and how uncomfortable they actually were. Momo was the first to react, laughter filling Izuku's ears as if soothing music to a sleepy baby.
"Maybe we should go ins-"
"You're beautiful," Yaoyorozu's words died inside her throat, a choked sound coming out instead.
"Pardon?" Modoriya blinked the water away from his eyes before bringing a hand to brush a dark strand of hair away from her pink face.
"You're stunning, has anyone told you that?"
"I-wha... Midoriya?!" her rosy cheeks turned scarlet when his scarred thumb started to trace circles on her face, a gentle smile on his lips. The haze that was working inside his eyes dissipated, his shy smile turning to an unsure one, hand moving away from her.
"I'm sorry, was I too forward?"
The girl shook her head, eyes falling to her laps where her manicured fingers were doing a nervous dance.
"No, you just surprised me, that's all. "
Midoriya nods, a relief sigh escaping him.
"Then, maybe we could-" neither knew what the end of that sentence was since lighting followed by a deafening thunder accompanied them on the outside, rain falling quicker and harder than before.
"-enter? Maybe we should, " and with that, Yaoyorozu took hold of his hand and ran to the dorms without a second thought.
X
"What's wrong with me?" Two Disney movies, a whole tube of cookie dough and some bars of chocolate later, Midoriya decided to whine the sentenceagain. Uararaka and Iida shared a look.
"Midoriya, you are just going to give yourself a headache if you let these thoughts to continued roaming inside your head. "
"But-"
"Deku-kun!" both boys turned to look at Uararaka. "Stop. Iida has a point. Don't mortify yourself. "
"Yaoyorozu,"he whines "I said that to the most intelligent and beautiful girl in the class, no offense Ura-chan. "
"None taken"
"I'm pretty sure she's going to ignore me now. I would ignore me." Before he could open the second tube of cookie dough, Iida pried it out his hands, earning a 'Hey!' from his friend.
"You need to stop sulking. What you said to her wasn't something so wrong that you need to hide in your room and whine you complaints away. Either you stop your mopping or I drag you all the way to her so she you can face your embarrassment and do us both a favour by damaging someone else's ears."
Her stern stare turned to soft looking eyes when the boy started pouting.
"You're right, I need to get myself together," taking a deep breath, he stood up. "I'm going to take a shower and actually eat something that isn't candy. I'm going to get a stomachache if this continues."
"Well said! A hero in training should have a proper meal every day! You don't want to get out of form while you are still developing."
He dismissed them with a wave of his scarred hand, a small smile on his lips.
"I'll see you both later, okay?"
An unison 'okay' from them was what he heard seconds before he stepped out of the room and closed the door.
"What's wrong with me?" He sighed, feet moving to his own dorm.
Windowglass sent a message to R-rated
Windowglass: yaomomo, did you catch a cold?
Windowgalss: or were you hot enough with Midoriya by your side to get sick?
Cotton Candy: What?!
Cotton Candy: What happened and why haven't I heard of it?!
Duracell: well, this is interesting
Adhesive: pray tell, what are D details??
CinnamonRoll: guys...
Clueless: I don't know what you guys are talking about
Pepememe: she has decided to act like her namesake
Windowglass: I saw you both outside acting all lovey-dovey! You even held hands while smiling and blushing at each other!!!
Prince Zuko: Momo...
CinnamonRoll: I can explain!
TheDarkLord: please do
Zero Gravity: Deku, you don't have to
CinnamonRoll: I feel like I do
Zero Gravity: if you say so...
CinnamonRoll: yaomomo and I were just singing. It wasn't anything near the things are going through your minds, right @Clueless?
Clueless: yeah...
Clueless: what he said
Windowglass: ujum
Windowglass: just singing
CinnamonRoll: It's true! Nothing else happened!
Clueless: ...
Pepememe: @Clueless would like to disagree
Cotton Candy: what exactly happened?
Cotton Candy: No lying now!
Clueless: nothing, really
Adhesive: you almost sound disappointed
Clueless: you almost sound like you need a brick on your face
Duracell: Defensive aren't we
Benchpress champ: I heard Midoriya call her beautiful and stunning while touching her face .
Cotton Candy: !!!
Duracell: !!!
Adhesive: !!!
Windowglass: !!!
TheDarkLord: ...
Prince Zuko: ...
G. Ramsay: ...
Pepememe: gee, I wish that were me
Clueless has left the chat
CinnamonRoll has left the chat
Zero Gravity: Now look what you guys did
Zero Gravity: fix it
Zero Gravity: or else...
Cotton Candy: I'll take care of it!!!
Midoriya was screaming inside his pillow, phone forgotten inside some part of his room.
Sometimes, just sometimes, he wished that his classmates were a little different, a little less involved inside everyone else's life. But no, life wasn't perfect.
"Midoriya?" An unsure voice traveled through his closed door.
"Go away, Mina." He heard shuffling and a sigh.
"I'm sorry, again, for sticking my nose into matters that have nothing to do with me. I was stupid, we all were, but I'm apologizing on my behalf. Will you please open the door?"
He thought about it. He thought about letting her just standing outside of his door, letting her feel miserable and sulk just as he was right now.
"I have a letter?" He jumped from the bed after that bit of information left her. "Woah. I feel hurt."
"You said you had a letter?" Her smirk made him narrow his eyes. "Mina?"
"Chill, I do. But first, and apology hug?" Was it worth it, after the humiliation, giving her a hug? Was it? "Come on, you're going to make me cry." He sighed, all will lost, as he gave her the apology hug she wanted.
"You still owe me."
"Fine." He heard the roll of her eyes in her voice "Here, the letter."
The sky blue color of the envelope made him smile, absentmindedly closing the door on Ashido's face without meaning to. He touched the paper and felt something inside, something beside the letter that always came alone. What was it?
Midoriya sat down on his bed, both legs supporting the weight of his body, and opened the envelope with trembling finger, excitement rushing through him.
A small object fell on the bed, it was the size of a thumb more or less. He gave it a passing glance before focusing of the letter per se.
'Izuku,
I looked at this and thought of you.
-Souki'
That's it? That's all? Emerald eyes traveled to the bed where the small object had fallen. What was it. Midoriya took it on his hand, turning it around before blushing like a tomato.
It was a keychain. A bunny keychain.
Did they meant to say he was cute? Or that he was fluffy? Or what? What did it mean?!
With a frustrated grunt, he placed the letter and the keychain inside a box under his bed and buried his face inside his pillow before screaming again.
X
Thursday caught him just like yesterday and the day before did. With rain and cold and a dark, dark mood.
CinnamonRoll sent a message to R-rated
CinnamonRoll: why are we awake, again???
Harambe: asking myself the same thing.
Bassic: because life hates us, that's why
CinnamonRoll: I hate myself enough already, why can't life leave me alone?
The Rock: mood
Cotton Candy: same
Harambe: same
Bassic: same
Zero Gravity: same
Prince Zuko: same
Clueless: same
Duracell: same
Adhesive: same
TheDarkLord: Same.
Pepememe: same
Windowglass: same
Benchpress champ: same
Sugar Daddy: what are we talking about?
G. Ramsay: about how this whore of a day it's too damn fucking cold and dark and that this asshole of a life should leave us the hell alone because we hate ourselves already more that it can hate give a fuck and we all just want to die
Sugar Daddy: oh
Sugar Daddy: if that's not a mood
Lighting McQueen: No!
Lighting McQueen: Today it's a beautiful day and we should enjoy it and make the best of it by going to class and paying attention!
Lighting McQueen: We, as future heroes, need to be ready for any kind of environment that we may encounter!
Lighting McQueen: Now! Where's that hero spirit!
Lighting McQueen was removed from the chat.
Snow White: what a dark, sad day indeed.
Snow White: If only we had someone to give us some motivation
CinnamonRoll: ...
Zero Gravity: ...
Fireworks: ...
Harambe: ...
Bassic: ...
Clueless: ...
Prince Zuko: ...
G. Ramsay: ...
The Rock: ...
Duracell: ...
Adhesive: ...
Cotton Candy: ...
TheDarkLord: ...
Windowglass: ...
Sugar Daddy: ...
Benchpress champ: ...
Pepememe: savage
"Something funny?" Startled, Midoriya looked up from his phone's screen where he met the black, bored eyes of Aizawa.
"Um..." He managed to articulate, nervousness creeping inside his skin.
"Let the nerd be, Dad. He should consider himself damn lucky to even have something to laugh about inside this misery of life."
A few muffled chuckles reverberated around the room after Bakugou's statement, statement that made Aizawa sigh and the boy scowl.
"Just get out, I don't even know how to deal with you lot right now. Disappear to wherever and let me sleep."
Not being needed to be told twice, class A gathered up their stuff and started to move out of the room, Midoriya being one of the last ones.
"Can we talk?" The boy looked up to meet red eyes. The feathered face of Tokoyami seemed as stoic as ever but there was just something in the air that stirred him up.
"Yes, let me just finish here." Tokoyami nodded, standing on the side to wait for him to finish up. "Done, what do you want to talk about?" Both boys made way to outside the academy and into the dorms to leave their backpack there.
"Follow me to my room." Midoriya furrow his brows but he did as requested, curious about what he wanted. Fortunately, both their dorms where on the same floor so he had time to leave his backpack on top of his bed before knocking on Tokoyami's door.
"Now, what is it that you want to talk about." The door closed behind him once he entered to the room. Everything was as dark as he remembered, Tokoyami sitting on his bed with his sword laying on his hands.
"What happened between Yaoyorozu and yourself?" The question took him off guard, feet stumbling until his hand grabbed on a chair to not fall on the floor.
"What?"
"You heard me. Did something happened between the two of you?"
Midoriya was speechless. Was this really what he wanted to talk about? Why? First of all, it was none of his business. Second of all, it was none of his business! Not like anything happened, of course, but still.
"Nothing happened," stupid "why do you ask this?"
His red eyes stared into green ones, deep searching for a lie.
"Did you want something to happen?" Midoriya spluttered.
"It is none of your business!" He finally let out seconds before he turned a deep shade of red. Tokoyami stared at him for a few moments, sighing right after.
"True, but I couldn't contain myself, the jealousy was too much." Midoriya sighed relieved but then he actually heard what his classmate said.
"J-Jealous?! Why?" Tokoyami shrugged.
"She had the opportunity to be intimate with you." Was all the explanation he gave.
His voice was gone, his limbs were shaking and his head was light. Did he heard him right? Why would anyone want to get intimate with him? No, thus was a prank, a joke. He was just playing with him.
"S-Stop. Don't made fun of me like this." Tokoyami turned to look at him but Midoriya was looking at the floor, tears on his eyes.
"Make fun of you? Why would I do that?" He shook his head.
"I-I don't know." A sniffle. Tokoyami stood up, leaving the sword on the bed.
"Midoriya, look at me." He shook his head once more, this time closing his eyes. "Look at me." He said in a stronger voice. Midoriya bit his lip, not wanting to look up but finding himself doing so. "I am not making fun of you, I wouldn't dream of doing that. I am a 100% truthfully attracted to you and I am speaking the truth. Do not dare mock the way I look at you nor how I admire you."
The sobs intensified, pale hands grabbing Tokoyami's cloak as if hanging on the last string of life. Tokoyami looked down at him with empathy, his own arms moving to encircle the boy.
"I like you," he whispered quietly, moving his head to be beside his ear, chin resting on top of his shoulder. "I really like you, Midoriya."
The cries were quieting down, tears ceasing to come out. Midoriya took a few deep breaths, his hands letting go of Tokoyami's cloak. They were quiet for a few moments, slightly tanned hands removing the remaining tears from Midoriya's cheek.
"W-Why?" The smaller boy whispered.
Tokoyami rested his hand on the boy's face, eyes staring at the ceiling.
"You're the only one who can't see how appealing and attractive you are. I have many reasons to like you, most of them I can't tell you in words."
Midoriya was conflicted. He was something in between flustered, ashamed and shocked. The letter, those beautiful written thoughts, poems were one thing, but an actual person saying they liked him to his face? Impossible. He couldn't believe. He couldn't let himself believe it. He was useless, pathetic. Hell, he was quirkless and a liar for not making people know. Why would anyone like him?
'That's the thing, they wouldn't.'That dammed voice inside his head. Should he listen to it? Should he not?
"Midoriya," Right, he wasn't alone. "I've given you much to think about and I have the feeling you are overwhelmed. I won't keep you much longer, leave if you must. But, have in mind that I have not lied to you, much less about this matter. Please do not take my feelings as a mere joke."
Tokoyami touched his cheek with such tenderness that when skin made contact with skin, he felt like crying all over again. How could anyone be this gentle, this loving towards him? Midoriya stepped back, a little afraid to think of this matter further, and turned around to leave not daring to look back into those ruby eyes.
X
The sky was crying. It was like the world knew exactly how he was feeling. The day was cold and dark and plain depressing. This was sick. He was sick.
Midoriya sighed, hands covering his tired face to keep him away from the real world. A world where people kept telling him things that he couldn't possibly actually believe. It was all a like. A big, fat joke. A way to mock him and spit on his face. Tomorrow he would wake up and find himself still quirkless, still bullied and miserable and this was all a dream, an illusion of what he could've been in another life. Because, how could this life be real? How could this quirk be real? This school? How could the letters, Tokoyami's confession be anything near the truth? No, things like this happened to special people, wonderful and extraordinary people, not to someone like him. He was special nor extraordinary, he was just a quirkless boy trying to live in some else's shoes.
He had found a letter, lavender smelling as the color of its envelope, attached to his dorm room door when he got out of Tokoyami's own. It was so beautiful, as all the other were. His name on the front written in bluish-silver sophisticated strikes. The envelope decorated with painted leaves and tiny flowers on the corners with littles specs of glitter barely visible without the glint of light. So beautiful, so elegant, so not for him. He didn't know if he could open it, read it. His throat closed just by thinking about it. No, he couldn't. This was all wrong.
Midoriya almost jumped out of his doing and through his ceiling when the ringtone of his phoned echoed around his room. He took a few deep breaths trying to calm his heart. Who was calling him? Why? Taking his phone and answering the call, he put it against his ear without knowing Who the caller was.
"Hello?" He managed to get out even though the strength behind it was by pure will power.
"Deku." Okay, he knew this voice. Should he hang up? Should he keep talking? She'll probably figure out there was something wrong with him, another reason why he should hang up.
"What is it?" He practically could hear a shrug through the phone.
"I don't know, my best friend senses were tingling, figured I should check how you were. Do you want me to go there?" Okay, tears and throat clenching time.
"Why? I'm okay."
"No, you're not."
"I am, you are just overreacting." A sigh, some shuffling and a door being shut.
"Deku, tell me what happened."
"I told you I'm fine."
"You are so not."
"Ochaco, please don't make a big deal out of this, I'm just tired but I'm really okay."
There was a knock on his door, the sound making his skin crawl, but he still made his way to open it, surprised that he was surprised to see his best friend standing in front of him, knowing expression on her face and hand still against the phone on her ear.
"You're a terrible liar." He heard the two, similar but distorted voices and he winced.
"You didn't have to come," Ending the call, he closed his phone and placed it inside of his jacket. "But thanks." Uraraka grinned, foot closing the door behind her as she made her way to his bed.
"Oh, what's this?" He turned around to see what she was talking about and almost choked. She had the letter on her hands. The still unopened, beautiful, lavender looking and smelling letter. Great.
"You know what it is." His feet moved to stand before a chair where he sat down rather ungracefully, the floor screeching a little when his weight made the chair move.
"Why is it still closed?"
"Because it isn't opened?"
The look she gave him was enough to shut his mouth. What did she want to hear? That he was scared? Doubtful? That he thought he wasn't enough? No, he couldn't say that to her.
"Do you want me to read it to you?"
"No!" Now her eyes were telling a whole different story. It was her turn to he scared, fearful of him and not for him. Midoriya looked into her brown orbs and felt pain. It was the first time he'd screamed to her and now she was going to leave him. He'll draw her away and after that, everyone else. Maybe he deserved it, being alone.
Uraraka composed herself, swallowing down the small glint of fear that dared to appear in the presence of her best friend.
"Now you listen to me, and you listen to me good. I get that you're feeling miserable right now, maybe more or less like a piece of garbage. You don't need to tell me, I can hear it in your voice, see it in your eyes, demeanor. I don't know why or what made you feel like this but that isn't reason enough to make another person feel like you're feeling. You have absolutely no right to scream at me because of your fears. You feel like you're not good enough? Like you don't deserve what you have? You want to draw people away? Too bad, because I'm not going anywhere. You have two options here, to get better or get worse." She made a little pause to stand up and get up in his face, which was probably drained of colour at the moment. It was incredible how this little infinite orbs could tell thousand stories and how hers were saying how pissed off she was. It was almost hot if he wasn't scared out of his mind. "I need you to understand something, and this better be stuck inside your picky, little mind. You are not special. Not by a little bit. Everyone, every damn person that has ever lived, has licked the flames of hell at some point a d returned in singed shreds. Now answer me this. Are you using your pain as an excuse or as a source of strength?"
Did she slapped him? His trembling hand touched his cheek in order to make sure but no, she hadn't touched him at all. Weird, he felt as if he'd been slapped. Uraraka moved her eyes from his to his hand and then to his eyes again. When she stared at him this time, he could see fondness and pain. She left after that, not without giving his forehead a kiss of course.
So much had happened in this day and it wasn't even night yet. Or at least he thought so. Midoriya wasn't sure of anything anymore and he really didn't want to check the hour. The taunting image of the lavender letter appeared in his mind making him look for it inside his room. It was where she left it, on top of his bed. Was he a coward? Most likely. Was he hiding behind his pain? Probably. Should he face this head on? Hell yeah. Did he want to? No, not really.
Groaning and kicking his carpet, Midoriya grabbed the letter and opened it before he had a chance to change his mind. He didn't want to, bit he had to. A life can't be lived hiding behind walls and denying everything that's real. This was real and he needed to accept that, even if it hurt.
His eyes, however, didn't want to cooperate, moving to look at everything inside the room but the writing on the paper that he had on his hand. He was still scared. Scared to believe what it said, scared to have hope. Maybe that's why he ran away from Tokoyami before. He didn't want to believe.
He needed to believe. Midoriya took a deep breath, never releasing it in case he needed to die in the next few moments, and looked down to the paper on his hands.
"Izuku,
It's dark today just as yesterday was. There's something about darkness that leaves you thinking and I can't help but to recall. Think of me today just as I did yesterday and all the days before.
-Souki"
Oh. His admirer was a romantic, he already knew that. But there was something else, something that had to do with today and suddenly he wanted to cry again. He was such a fucking coward. He kept wanting to push people away but all he was doing was hurting himself further. He was tired. Tired of fighting on the wrong side. Tired of hiding, tired of denying everything that made him feel good. He wanted to scream, to cry, to punch something. Here he was feeling sorry for himself while there was someone out there who couldn't stop thinking about him. What a joke he was. This had to stop, this feeling sorry for himself. He was better than this and the thoughts on his head. He was not going to use his pain as an excuse, he would use it as a strength.
Midoriya smiled, putting the letter on top of his bed before practically running out of his room. He was an asshole, he knew that, but that didn't mean that he could make other people feel like he was feeling too. God damn, he needed to apologize to Uraraka so bad, but first.
"Tokoyami, please open, I know you're in there." He was anxious. What was he going to do? He just came out of his room with pure adrenaline and absolutely no plan. Oh well, he'll just have to swing it. He was biting his lip, he knew it, but Midoriya couldn't stop. He wasn't backing away but being calm wasn't an option here neither. He heard the padding of feet on the floor before the door opened. Tokoyami was there, shirtless, and wet and completely perplexed. Maybe it was his unraveled looked that left him like that.
"Midoriya? What's wrong?" Midoriya shook his head.
"Nothing. Well, a lot of things are wrong, but there's nothing g wrong right now, or at least I'm hoping so. I need to apologize to you. I am so sorry for making you feel like your feelings weren't valid or saying that you were a joke. I am so sorry for dismissing you and how you're feeling. I am so sorry for how I treated you and I want to make up for that."
"Midoriya, you really don't have-"
"No. I do. I really do. I was a jerk, I know, and you're too kind to say that to my face, but I admit it. I was a jerk, and I probably hurt you and that is not okay." His eyes cast down to his fidgety hands that were as anxious as he was. Tokoyami stepped up to grab his hands, catching his attention again. "I'm scared," he whispered "I'm scared of this, of what it'll lead to, but I want to try it. I want to give it a chance, to give me a chance. Would you? Give me a chance?"
Tokoyami was quiet, which wasn't unusual but felt like a stab every second that passed without him saying something. He just dated at him, thumb rubbing over the back of his hand. The anxiousness wasn't leaving him.
"Did you think I would say no?" Midoriya blinked. What? Did he heard right?
"What?" Tokoyami chuckled.
"My answer is yes, Midoriya. I would love to give you a chance."
He was gaping, he knew that, but he couldn't close his mouth. Midoriya was shocked, ecstatic, even a little scared. He was excited. Tokoyami said yes to him. Tokoyami said yes!
"Oh my God. Oh my God!" His hands flew to his mouth before he could scream out of pure excitement. His vision got blurry but he didn't care much at the moment. Tokoyami had accepted him. Midoriya hugged him, crying on the skin of his bare chest. He was happy, he was actually happy and he didn't want this moment to go away.
"Thank you. Thank you so much." Tokoyami didn't answer, just stroked his hair as Midoriya cried on top of him until he fell asleep.
X
It all seemed like a dream. No one could feel this happy, could they? Something was meant to go wrong at this pace. Nothing could be this perfect. It was eight in the morning on a Saturday, and Midoriya couldn't find his way put bed, thoughts strapping him down. A knock on his door.
"Midoriya? Could you open the door?" Another knock. He stood up happily, finally having found an excuse to get out of his room.
"Yeah? Oh, Aoyama-kun. Good morning."
"Bounjour to you as well. I just came to give you this, it was taped on the elevators. Now I need to go, au revoir." After leaving a light blue envelope on his hand, he skipped away, the shining aura that moved with him as his shadow never leaving him.
"Merci." He answered to thin air, opening the letter right there to read it.
"Izuku,
Sing with me. I'm not going to give you an specific song, I just want you to sing from the bottom of your heart with me on your mind. I can assure you, I'll be doing the same.
-Souki"
If this wasn't a signal, he didn't know what it was. Taking out his phone, Midoriya placed the letter inside his room and closed the door on his way out.
CinnamonRoll sent a message to Dadzawa confirmed by Blasty McSplode
CinnamonRoll: @Bassic, where are you? I have something to talk about with you.
Windowglass: What is it you want to talk about, huh Deku?
Cotton Candy: I heard gossip and I appeard
Cotton Candy: what's going on
Bassic: What is it Midoriya??
Bassic: I'm buying ice cream right now
Duracell: I want some!
Bassic: No
Duracell: pretty plis?????
Bassic: Still a no
CinnamonRoll: I want to talk to you in person
CinnamonRoll: do you have some time? I'm already in the common room.
Zero Gravity: So he decided to leave his room
Adhesive: I want ice cream!
Bassic: I said no ice cream for anyone
Harambe: just saw you giving Midoriya an ice cream
Duracell: hypocrite
Bassic: oh, look at the time
Bassic: gotta go
"Karaoke?" Midoriya nodded.
"Yeah. I'm pretty sure you have the equipment and it would be fun. What do you think about it?" Jirou moved her head, swallowing the last of her ice cream.
"Yeah, I can do that."
"Great! When do you think it would be all set up?"
"With a little help, about two hours or less." He nodded
"Perfect. I would help in all I can."
"Oh, those muscles can always be of great help to me." He was a tomato in seconds when she winked at him with the statement. "Be in my room in ten minute, then we'll get the stuff down. After that she stood up and left, leaving a fuming Midoriya on the couch.
X
Everyone was here. Even Shinsou came, which he didn't really want to question and he really didn't mind so. Jirou made an excellent job with the equipment, and with a little help from the other they now had two tables filled with snacks and food. He was excited.
"Who wants to go first?" Jirou's voice came from the speakers that were placed around the whole floor. Midoriya raised his hand.
"Me, please." Everyone sat down as he made his way to the TV they placed to show the lyrics.
"Song?" Right, he needed a song to sing. Why didn't he think about that. Oh, he has the perfect one. Midoriya whispered the name on her ear then took his place once again in front of the TV. The music started. He took a deep breath, grabbing the microphone and putting it close to his mouth.
"You can be amazing
You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug
You can be the outcast
Or be the backlash of somebody's lack of love
Or you can start speaking up"
he bit his lip, nervous, bit kept on with focusing in anything else but the lyrics.
"Nothing's gonna hurt you the way that words do
When they settle 'neath your skin
Kept on the inside and no sunlight
Sometimes a shadow wins
But I wonder what would happen if you
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly, I wanna see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly, I wanna see you be brave"
His mind was a little foggy, but he refused to back down. He would do this, he would sing. For Souki.
"Everybody's been there,
Everybody's been stared down by the enemy
Fallen for the fear
And done some disappearing,
Bow down to the mighty
Don't run, just stop holding your tongue
Maybe there's a way out of the cage where you live
Maybe one of these days you can let the light in
Show me how big your brave is!"
The grip he had on the microphone tightened.
"Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly, I wanna see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly, I wanna see you be brave
And since your history of silence
Won't do you any good,
Did you think it would?
Let your words be anything but empty
Why don't you tell them the truth?"
He got quiet for a moment, thinking of different moments, different things. This was indeed a perfect song.
"Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly, I wanna see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly, I wanna see you be brave"
The music finished, Midoriya was panting and the worlds started to sound again around him. He heard his classmates, the praises they gave him and how the surrounded him. He was happy. He truly was. His only hope was that this could last a whole lot more.