21

All alone

All alone, all alone.

"Where is everyone?" Izuku and Momo had left the concert. His phone was dead so he couldn't call or text anyone. 'Kyouka...' He strained his eyes through the crowd of people.

Momo tugged at the waist of his shirt. "M-Maybe, if we wait for everyone to file out we can spot them?" She suggested but honestly couldn't face Jirou. She skimmed her fingertips over her lips. Her cheeks had a graze of scarlet.

"Yeah, sounds like a good idea." Izuku scanned the area, a bench in front of a tree. "Let's wait for them over there." He pointed.

"Sure." Momo nodded along, hiding her internal struggle with that innocent face.

They sat down in silence.

All alone, all alone.

Izuku had a normal face plastered. 'Y-Yeah, b-because this is normal.' Simply sitting beside a friend. He ignored the images he accidentally saved in his mind, the images of her body moving to the music. Izuku instantly hid his head, staring straight down. He tapped his pants with his hands nervously. His stiff shoulders were also raised.

Momo didn't notice his flustered state. She was preoccupied. 'What do I do? Should I talk to her? What would I even say? I'm sorry, I kissed you. How would I even explain why I did that?! Excuse me, Jirou, I hope you don't mind but I have a thing for you and your boyfriend... boyfriend?' Realizing that, the mentioned boyfriend was right next to her. "Eeip!" Clamping her mouth shut at her sudden outburst. 'I forgot he was here! How foolish of me.'

Izuku's face rose to the sound of a quiet peep. "Huh? Momo was that you?" His lips naturally curved at her trying to protest, but ultimately caving. He chuckled, before mumbling, "That's so totally unlike you, but also like you, you know?"

"Pardon? How?"

Izuku ruffled the back of his hair, and then scratched his freckled cheek. "It's just you're always so reserved, but sometimes you don't keep it in check."

"Y-You noticed something like that?"

This time it was Izuku to let out a peep. He balled his fist over his lap. "Yeah, I mean I o-observe quirks, but I also try to analyze the user, because a quirk could also be considered a personality trait, and... I don't really know where I'm going with this, help me?"

Momo's eyes relaxed and she covered her giggles. "Izuku, you're so smart, how could you be fumbling now?" She calmed down. "But you're right, quirks can help define a person." She had a simple expression, until it dropped, recalling his quirk. "Hey, Izuku?"

"Yeah, Momo?" He had a sincere smile, glad they were acting how they used to.

"Your arms are still okay, right?" A creation of deja vu.

Izuku's eyes widened. "Y...Yeah, Momo." He felt guilty for sharing a secret with Momo that Jirou didn't know about. He ignored it and continued because Momo had those eyes of concern. "I, um, I actually got arm supports for my hero suit, so don't worry!" He pumped his arm up and threw a punch. "See?" He cheered.

"That great! I was just worried, sorry." She felt slightly foolish. Izuku would obviously look for a solution to his predicament on his own. Her index finger was on the bench, drawing circles.

"Momo?"

"Yes, Izuku?"

"Thanks for worrying."

She gasped, slightly confused.

He read her expression and elaborated. "I mean, I appreciate that someone does worry... But I don't really want to tell anyone else, because they'll just worry more so than needed, especially Kyouka. She tries to hide it, like, before we moved into the dorms. We would always meet at a crosswalk closer to me, and I always kind of felt like Kyouka was going out of her way for me, actually I knew she was because I've been to her house, and figured out the distances..." Izuku had a subconscious smile, Kyouka was the mushy caring type, behind the scenes. "If she finds out about my arms she will act like she doesn't care but-"

"Worry deeply when no one is looking." Momo finished. "Jirou is that way. She even begged me not to tell you about the crosswalk." Momo smiled. Jirou was adorable that morning.

"Really?"

"Yes, it was that morning, before I found out about your relationship with her." She politely smiled. "I guess if you already knew, then it doesn't matter if I tell you, ne?"

Izuku nodded, then grew sinister stars in his blacked out eyes. "Wait till I tease her about it!"

"Eh? I-Izuku, you can't tell her I told you! I swore!" She slapped his shoulder repeatedly, acting like a cute rich girl.

"You can take a picture of a flustered Kyouka when I surprise her!" He joked, recalling how bad Momo tried to take a picture of her that walk to school.

"Deal!" Completely forgetting about the tension she had with Jirou right now.

"Too easily persuaded."

As the people left the stadium, Izuku and Momo stayed on the bench, talking and laughing. All alone.

All alone.

All alone.

All alone. "Nothing." Izuku sighed. Nobody had left the stadium for a while now. He stared up. "And it's raining." Izuku groaned. Did they really leave without them? "Hey Momo, have they texted you or anything?" He shrugged his head to her.

"No. I believe the weather is messing up the signal. They might be as worried as we are. It's best if we head back to the dorms, hopefully, they were sensible and headed back there when they noticed the rain." She concluded.

"So we're not sensible? We've been waiting out here for about half an hour in the rain." The tree was their only shelter.

"I-I didn't mean it like that! We're just worried about them!" She argued bashfully. "I didn't mean to call you an idiot!"

"Us. Technically you called us both idiots." He had a playful smirk. "Come on, let's head to the train station." He stood up.

A blank expression of hurt pride. "I'm an idiot..?"

Izuku tried to keep a straight face but her reaction was priceless. He broke out a smile, offering his hand. "Even though you called us that, I think you're pretty capable, Creati." Tilting his head, his smile grew into a full-blown grin.

A grin telling her that everything was fine.

"Creati?" Her hero name? She stared up at him and that smile. That reassuring smile. "Yes, let's go." Taking his permanently scarred hand, and standing up alongside him.

All alone, all alone.

Alone, they sat again. "We missed the train." Momo sighed, twirling the umbrella she created in her hands. "If we make the next one, then we can make it before curfew, I believe."

Izuku nodded. "I hope Kyouka's not mad."

Momo's casual smile faltered. That's right, Jirou. She had just kissed her, and she was also Izuku's girlfriend. "D-Don't worry, I'm sure she will understand."

Izuku's head dropped, he held his hair with his hands. "I'm just worried. What if she gets upset, like at the mall with Uraraka?" He couldn't break up with her again. This was his second chance.

Momo's faltered smile fell completely. "You... You still think about that?"

He nodded his depressed head. "Yeah, all of the events leading up to it were out of my control... but the last moments were all on me..."

A few raindrop tears slipped off the umbrella.

"I didn't know you still thought about that?"

"I, I have a tendency to over analyze situations like that."

"So do I..."

"Really?"

"Yeah..."

All alone, all alone.

"Izuku, I never properly apologized to you did I?"

"Apologize? What are you talking about?"

"It... It was my fault! It was all my fault!... Sorry."

Yaoy- Momo? I don't understand?"

"I let Bakugou know! I knew he would drag you away! I knew Uraraka and Kaminari both wanted to try something! I knew everything... I planned everything... I'm supposed to be Jirou's best friend, but how could I even call myself that?"

"..."

"I was scared of losing Jirou... She means so much to me..."

"...Momo."

"But then you had to... you had to be YOU! You never even let me feel guilty. You reached out to me, asking for help. You kept spending time with me, I know it was for her sake, but I told myself it was for me... I wanted to be selfish... with both of you..."

"Momo, I..."

The umbrella was above the both of them, keeping them in weather's embrace.

"Momo... I'm not mad."

"(Sniffle) wh-what? But I even went behind Jirou's back. I betrayed both you and her... how could you not be mad?"

"Because you're sorry, right?"

"(Gasp)"

"I mean, Kyouka forgave me... and yeah I'm surprised, and honestly I don't know how to feel about this. When Iida told me, I tried to suppress the guilt he wanted to take away from me... but I think I get it. You feel really guilty huh? Like you shouldn't be forgiven, no matter how sorry you feel... but shouldn't that be when people are honestly forgiven? So um, I forgive you Momo, sorry if it sounds kind of cheesy."

With that heroic smile, telling her everything was fine. Everything was fine, like always.

Momo's teary eyes were bubbling a salty burn. "You don't get it... at all... Idiot." Pressing her forehead against his. "How could you?" A tender whisper against his skin.

"Huh?" More of an unfiltered moan. Gulp. He didn't back out from her affection. Their noses were rubbing, and he could feel her liquid salt trailing against his cheek.

Eyes hidden by the umbrella. Hot breathes condensed from the rain. Raindrops fell on the empty train station, encompassed by the only two.

"Didn't you hear me? I want to be selfish... with both of you."

All alone...

All alone...