What's up readers and writers, CharlesWatch220 here with part 2 of the DRAMAAAAAAAA!
And remember when I said that this was going to be two parts? I LIED. Which is part of the reason why this chapter is a bit short like some of the previous chapters (namely 2,7, and 8). And as Scottken requested (thank you for the request by the way), there will be a first date chapter happening with an alliterative chapter title. It'll be chapter 13 and it will be fluffy and somewhat smutty.
Just as Izuku opened his door to leave for his music lesson with Jirou, Tokoyami stepped into his view. "Midoriya, may I have a moment of your time?"
"Um, sure. Yeah. Something wrong? If you want pointers about different applications of Dark Shadow, I can――"
"I appreciate it, but the reason I'm here is not because of that. It's more a…..personal matter. Pertaining to you."
"To me? How?"
"I would prefer to tell you in private."
"Okay, then." Izuku stepped back and let Tokoyami enter. "So?"
"I know about you and Jirou."
"Wai…wait. What?"
"I said I know that you and Jirou are in a relationship. Although it was by coincidence that I stumbled upon your….lustful revelry in the dark. In the common room. With her."
At that moment, Izuku wanted nothing more than to defenestrate himself down to the ground level from the window as he covered his face and turned around in shame, groaning. "You….you saw that? Really?"
"Yes. As did Kouda."
"…I'm gonna go jump of the roof now, if you don't mind."
Tokoyami stopped Izuku's advance as he placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "Rest assured, your secret is safe with me, as it is with Kouda whom I have sworn into secrecy. He would never betray Jirou's trust."
"Wait, Kouda knows too?!" Tokoyami only nodded. Izuku made a strong mental note to himself to really keep the urge for displaying affection in check in the future. The silver lining was that the people who know are people that both he and Jirou knew could keep their mouth shut.
"We ran into each other on the elevator going down, so yes."
"Okay. Okay…so, what about it? If you're telling me to be more careful, we have been."
"I assumed as much. But you are sidetracking me. The problem isn't you or Jirou. It's Uraraka."
"Uraraka? Uh….why and how?"
"A little while before you came back, she was pacing back and forth in this very hallway. And she was about to ask me about you and your relationship status. I am not at liberty to divulge details that you ought to hear from her, but it's come to my attention that her nerves have been quite clearly and thoroughly rattled due to last night's….speculations. Although you don't seem to pay much mind to it, I figured you should be notified of the existence of this problem at the very least. That's all."
"Oh. Alright. Thanks." Both left the room in silence. Tokoyami returned to his room while Izuku trotted up the stairs to the next floor and knocked on Jirou's door, who took his hand and gently pulled him inside, welcoming him with a warm embrace and a kiss.
"Hey, um, so…..Yaomomo knows about us now. She asked me straight up, and I didn't want to lie. Not to her."
"It's okay. We did talk about this and if anyone can be prudent, it's her." Izuku gave her a reassuring hug as he nuzzled her ear. "But…..that's exactly a fourth of the entire class that knows about us."
"A fourth? Wait, time out. Who else knows?"
"Tokoyami. And Kouda. Apparently they, um….they saw us."
"What the….how? Saw us where? Wait….did they….? Oh, fuck me sideways! They saw…..they saw that!?"
"Yeah, the-aah!?"
"You horny, stupid, reckless, shortsighted――" Jirou promptly grabbed the pillow on her bed and began beating Izuku over the head with it.
"Ow, hey! Ow! Stop! This isn't my fault! Okay, it kinda is-ow! But not completely!" Blocking the strikes from the pillow, he grabbed it and twisted it out of her hands as he held Jirou close, burying her face in his chest. "Besides, do you really want me to apologize for admitting I love you?"
"No." Jirou muffled as she held her boyfriend closer. Patting her on the back, he ran his fingers through her hair with the other. The faint scent of chocolate wafted in the air and Izuku hungrily drank it in. They exchanged a few pecks and nuzzled each other's necks before they separated and sat down on the bed. "But still…..it's…."
"I know. But um….we actually might have more pressing matters than just more people finding out about us: Uraraka."
"Oh, you finally caught on to that?" Jirou scoffed as she traced his fingers across his chest.
"Tokoyami told me that she asked him about me and my relationship status. Not really sure why though."
"Wait, what?" She stared at Izuku in disbelief. He couldn't be serious. The answer was literally staring him right in the face. "There is a girl asking if you're single or not. What do you think she's getting all antsy for?"
"Um…she's worried about me getting distracted from becoming a hero?" Jirou was getting a headache. This couldn't be happening. The greatest analytical genius in class 1-A couldn't be this dull. "I mean, yeah, I've been pretty reckless to say the least because of my Quirk and everything else, but isn't she worrying a little too much? I haven't been skipping out on training at all."
"Oh my fucking God, you're serious. Ugh…." Jirou slapped a hand over her forehead and sighed heavily. "Well, can't exactly blame you, but…damn…."
"What? I mean, am I….am I wrong? Is that not it?"
"NO, DUMBASS! IT'S NOT! Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to shout. It…just…really? Do I need to spell this out?"
"Well, you did assess my answer as belonging to a dumbass, so….if you could please? Without shouting, preferably?" Izuku asked with a nervous chuckle.
"No. No, I-I…I can't."
"Can't or won't?"
"Both. It's something that she should tell her yourself to your face. It's meant to be that way and only that way. But enough of that for now. Let's just….focus on something more fun, yeah?" She kissed Izuku on his nose, which elicited a kiss being returned on her lips.
"Sure." Playing a guitar was a lot harder than Jirou made it seem. Never mind keeping track of the finger positions for the chords, strumming patterns and memorizing terminology, but reading sheet music and tabs was like trying to decipher another language and it utterly boggled Izuku's mind.
Thankfully, his girlfriend was a patient teacher, aware of the ligament damage in his arms as well as his thoroughly neophyte status, reiterating parts as much as necessary, letting him take notes. She even managed to get a laugh out of watching the faces he made when he strained his fingers and when the guitar pick kept falling into the sound hole with the acoustic guitar. Progress was slow――even with kisses of encouragement on his sore fingers――but it was progress nonetheless, and Izuku could at least now play A Horse With No Name albeit with some difficulty.
"See? There you go. Told you you've got some musical talent somewhere in there."
"I have a good teacher who smells and tastes like chocolate. That makes it difficult to not work hard."
"Oh really?" Jirou leered as she set her guitar down on the stand and sliding into Izuku's lap. "And why is that, pray tell?"
"I think you know why."
"Oh, I know," Jirou whispered as she nipped and licked Izuku's ear. "I wanna hear you say it."
"I-hnnngh…." Her teeth slowly dug into his neck and her hot breath made him shudder.
"Say it….c'moooon….Or my tongue's gonna go…..places."
"For every song I can play right, I get to spend a night holding you until morning."
"Holding me? Oh, come on, we do far more than just tha-haaaahh….." Her words were interrupted by Izuku's fingertips tracing the small of her back and the massaging the inside of her thigh.
"Now you're just being a bully." Again and again their lips touched, nothing more than light touches on the skin and lips like the tips of fine paintbrushes. No wonder lovers around the world love kissing. It was so damn addictive.
"Don't you like it though? When I'm doing it?"
"Mmm….not telling you."
Jirou huffed as she nipped Izuku's upper lip and ruffled his hair. "Now who's being the bully here?"
"Still you. You keep wearing really short pants and baggy shirts to aggravate me." Even today she was wearing short pants that only went down to the midsection of her thighs and a loosely hanging shirt that revealed her collar line. And when Izuku hugged her, there was no bra line underneath.
"I don't hear you complaining."
"I'm not. Just…..stating a fact." Izuku's eyes flicked down to Jirou's toned legs momentarily before catching her lips with his.
"The fact that I'm irresistible?" Instead of an answer, she found her tongue gently sliding into her mouth, gently licking the roof of her mouth behind her front teeth. She felt Izuku stand up with his arms around her waist momentarily before being placed on top of her desk.
"Wouldn't be doing this if that weren't the case, Kyoka." Izuku breathed, as he massaged the inside of her thighs harder, the tip of his tongue now inserted in her ear.
Just as things were getting heated however, the timer on Jirou's phone went off as a Beethoven symphony played, making the device vibrate. As they separated, she licked up the silver bridge of saliva that formed between their lips.
"Guess that's all for tonight." Jirou muttered with a thoroughly miffed glare at the phone as she slid off his lap to silence it. "I'm going to have a hard time sleeping."
"You and me both. I do have some good news though."
"Yeah? You finally figure out why Uraraka's antsy?"
"Um, no…..it's about our date that I'm planning for this weekend."
"Oh really?" Jirou's ears perked up at that as she raised an eyebrow in intrigue. "How thoughtful. Don't tell me about what we're doing though. Not until the weekend."
"Don't you want to know?"
"I like being surprised."
"You just wanna raise the bar higher." Izuku sighed, his arms folded over his chest. "Real mature of you."
"Love you too." Jirou said with a smirk before grabbing him by the collar and crashing her lips onto his one last time before gently shoving him out of her room (with much reluctance). She flopped down onto the bed as she rubbed her knees together, sighing in frustration. Her panties most definitely were stained. "Damn my teenage hormones. Urgh…" Honestly, she wanted nothing more than have him pull her shirt off, kiss and touch everywhere and cover her body in love bites again. Hell, if the bulge poking at her from below that was impossible to not notice were any indication, it was obvious Izuku wanted to do exactly the same as well. Even more than that, perhaps.
It was a dubious proposition at best that either one of them or both would be against the idea to just have sex that night, then and there. But they had to act discreet if they wanted to be discreet, which meant dialing down the level of physical intimacy, or walking up to the edge but not cross it. Not entirely, at least.
This was only day three of being in a relationship for the first time ever, after all. The bare minimum wait plan was another week. "This is gonna be a long fucking wait." Her only hope was that either one of them would impress the other into happiness and joy of new heights (without the influence of physical intimacy) that they would just decide to do the dirty deed on that day.
But she couldn't bring herself to be in high spirits in good conscience. In all honesty, talking to Uraraka was the last thing she wanted to do. But she was going to have to. For Izuku and for herself. Like her ponytailed friend had said, she hadn't done anything inherently wrong like stealing someone's boyfriend. It wasn't something that she planned to happen either. That being said though, she had been trying to avoid telling Uraraka about this, neglecting to ask her if it would cause any problems. That was entirely on her.
Between Izuku and her, Jirou felt like the bigger dumbass in hindsight. A horny, reckless, stupid, and shortsighted one. She had asked him out, she kissed him and she let him cross that threshold of physical intimacy. Aside from the simple and direct approach, there was no other way. "Oh goddamit."
A text message interrupted her brooding. ――Do you have a moment? It was Tokoyami.
――Ye. Is this about me and Izuku?
――I see he's told you. Technically yes, since you are at the epicenter of this issue, but it's about Uraraka. She was pacing across the hallway of my floor, where Midoriya lives as well.
――Yeah, he told me about that. Problem is, he doesn't know about Uraraka's "interest," I guess, in him.
――I see….quite ironic how he can be so analytical and perceptive yet so blind to certain things.
――IKR?
――You didn't tell him, did you?
――Dude, NO. You're not talking to Jamming-Yay. I know when to keep my mouth shut. And how to filter thought-to-voice.
――Just checking. I don't mean to offend you.
――No worries. But I do need to ask you a favor. For Izuku.
――What does it involve?
――Uraraka's going to be giving pointers about GMA style grappling to Izuku and I was wondering if you could be the male plus one. You need work on close quarters, without using DS, don't you?
――Who will be the female plus one?
――Yaomomo. Obviously.
――Wise choice for a mediator. Would you mind if I bring my own plus one?
――Lemme guess: Kirishima?
――Todoroki.
――Why him?
――He isn't exactly the type that would have an emotional investment in romantic relationships that do not directly involve him or his family. You two have full support from people like Kirishima and Ashido. Pulling them in would most likely end up with Uraraka feeling vilified. We need at least one impartial and level headed man to placate her.
――Well he certainly fits the bill for being a cool customer. Sure, bring him if you can manage.
――I will do what I can. That being said, I do require some recompense for my time. Within the bounds of good taste and reason, of course.
――Duh, that's what asking for a favor implies. What do you want?
――Apple pie.
Jirou stared at the two words in disbelief for a few seconds.――Really? That's it?
――Yes. One whole pie, preferably with cinnamon. Dark Shadow has a craving and he won't shut up about it, and now I want some. Bring it at your convenience, but the sooner the better.
――You got a deal, cinnamon apple pie it is. Thanks.
――You are most welcome. And please do right by Midoriya, whatever that may mean.
――Of course.
Ending the conversation, Jirou immediately began texting Yaoyorozu. No more hiding, no more bullshit. She had to talk to Uraraka and put an end to this. It was time to take the proverbial pin out of this problem.
Like her song Saving My Hero said: always forward. It was about time she practiced what she preached.
Izuku stood outside the fourth floor of the girl's dorm. Despite having stepped into a girl's room and spent the night there quite recently, he was scared. Part of him was telling him to get back down to his room on the second floor, get some extra calisthenics in, finish up the assignments and go to sleep. On the other hand, Tokoyami and Jirou's words were bugging him, more than he thought.
Uraraka was a friend, one of his first real friends that graced him with her presence since the entrance exam to UA Someone who welcomed his friendship, his trust, with open arms. She was essential in the first indoor mock battle; facilitator of the Copernican Revolution to the meaning of Deku, his codename as a hero; a Samaritan with a pure heart of platinum that volunteered to become his teammate during the cavalry war despite the detriments being the ten million point-holder brought down; a possessor of tenacity and true grit when she faced off against Bakugou, without Izuku's tactical advice; a virtuous girl who aspired to be a hero to support her family. She was an amazing person, and there was nothing anybody could do to change Izuku's opinion about her.
Then why was she so worried and…..interested in the goings-on of him? Uraraka has a big heart and would show concern to many and any, but why specifically him? He wasn't the only male friend she had. There was Iida too, and they get along just fine, without any prying happening. Then what was all this?
Tokoyami and Jirou refused to tell anything, leaving Izuku with only one option: finding out for himself by asking her directly why. Still, his foot remained rooted in the linoleum floor. It didn't feel right. They said she was rattled. Nervous. It would be rather uncouth to force something out of her. She'd tell him when she was ready. Aside from the secret of One For All, they talk frequently. But would that be wishful thinking?
He didn't know. He simply had no clue. Bracing himself, Izuku took a step. Then another, and another, until he was arm's reach away from Uraraka's door. Taking a breath, he raised a hand and was about to knock.
"Whatcha doin' Midoriya?" Until a certain Alien Queen stopped his hand frozen in midair.
"O-oh, hey….um….Please don't ever do that again." His heart almost came out of his mouth. "I just uh-h-had a um, something to ask her. Uraraka, I mean."
"Oh. Oh. Oooohhhhh….." With each progressing 'oh,' Ashido realized what that something might be. "Wow, I….caught you at the worst moment, didn't I?"
"Yeah…..kinda."
"I'm really sorry about that, I just-it's….no offense, but let's face it, you're not exactly the go-getter type in these kinds of things."
"I know, but it is bothering me… but I can't exactly have someone ask in my place either."
"Hey, at least you're being sensible. That's good. Listen, I can….I can go with you. If you want me to."
"Sure, I appreciate the gesture but…why? What's your stake in….all this?"
"Look, before the end of term finals….I….kinda brought up…..romantic relationships. And I might have mentioned you and Iida…." Ashido's usually vibrant and bouncy attitude was replaced with a look of utter discomfort and guilt. "It's been a hang-up for her ever since, so I kinda sorta vaguely feel responsible for it."
"Wait. Wai-I'm what? You what? I….So you're saying that she…she has a….crush o-o-on, m-me?" Pinching the bridge of his nose, Izuku headed for the stairs. How could he have been so blind? He had seen certain signs, though he wasn't sure that they were even signs at all in the first place: her swatting motions with a red face after her bout with the Space Hero Thirteen and running off at the Kiyashi Ward shopping mall――it was all rapidly coming together. "I need to do some pushups now…." That and squats ought to do him some good to clear his mind from this convoluted cluster-fuck called life. Then he needed to message Jirou that he finally knows.
