JIROU POV

"Finally it's Friday." I stopped to stretch as I walked through the streets. "This week couldn't end fast enough. Now it's time for the weekly tradition." I made my way through the streets before stopping in front of a shop.

"Hey Kyoka there you are." A man and woman walked up to me.

"Took you guys long enough." I gave them a smile and laughed at them.

"Hey don't be like that you know how easy it is to get caught up in a song sweetie." The woman leaned towards her.

"Yeah you know how your mom gets when the beat picks up." The man gave her a thumbs up.

"Gosh why do my parents have to be so extra sometimes." I opened the door and made my way in. "Let's go, we're wasting time."

Every Friday sense I started middle school my parents and I would come to this music store and look around. My dad was good friends with the owner so we got some deals plus every month mom and dad got to play a few songs on the talent night. Most of the time we'd just get more picks or strings when we come in and occasionally we'd get a new instrument but that doesn't happen as often. We could spend hours here and it would feel like minutes. I was walking through the isles looking through the straps when I noticed someone looking at some guitars. "He looks familiar. Where do I know him from?" Slowly I made my way over to him. I couldn't remember where I had seen him before. He reached for one of the guitars and I saw a familiar purple and black rubber band. "It's him."

"Hey there." I called him and put my hand up.

He stood there frozen for a second before turning towards me. "I'm sorry am I not supposed to pick them up if I wasn't going to buy it?"

"No you're fine." I gave him a smile. "Does he not remember me? Why is he shaking like he did something wrong?" "Hey do you remember me."

Midoriya looked at her again and thought. "It's you… you're from the park… It was Jirou right."

"Yep." I walked over to him and grabbed the guitar and sat down with it. "I thought you said you couldn't play, so why are you looking at them?" I gave him a smug smile as I started to strum a little.

"I...um… I… well you see… I'm sorry." He looked down and started to turn around.

I stop strumming to stop him. "Hey I was just joking you don't have to get so down." "What's going on with this guy? He's so timid."

"I'm sorry." He stops and gives me a smile. "I'm not the best around people." He puts his hand behind his head and chuckles a little.

"Why does that laugh sound so painful?" "No it's my fault I shouldn't have been like that." I begin to strum again. "So why are you looking at guitars?"

He just stood there frozen for a second. "I'm tired of having to manually edit each note while I make songs. If I had an actual guitar it would be so much more efficient."

"That makes sense." I looked down at the frets as I changed chords. "So you've never actually tried to play a guitar?"

He kept looking down. "No…"

I stopped playing. "Wanna change that?" I looked up at him.

He raised his head and our eyes met. "Sure."

I slid over some and motioned him to come sit next to me. After he sat down I handed him the guitar. He held it so awkward that I couldn't help but laugh a little. After a minute he got the hang of it. "Alright let's start with something simple, take your middle finger and press down on the third fret, now put your index finger on the string above that wall on the second fret and put your ring finger on the highest string and press on the third fret." I helped guide his hand to make sure everything was right. "His hands are so cold and rough." "Alright now strum." He drug the pick across all six strings the sound came out muted and with a few strings ringing true. I couldn't help but laugh again. He put his head down. "Come on look up it was your first time it takes practice, but hey now you can say you've played a guitar." I gave him a smile.

He looked up and gave a smile. "Is it alright if I just mess around just to hear the sounds?"

"Yeah music is about expression and if you're having fun who cares." I sat back and just watched as he fumbled around each string hearing the sound they make at each fret. A few minutes had passed he was still messing around trying to string along individual notes into something. He would hit a note and wait a second before hitting another most of the time the next note would be completely wrong and it would sound bad. "You're really focused on this aren't you?"

He didn't look up. "Yeah it's a bad habit once something intrigues me I can sometimes go overboard."

I continued to sit there and watch him fumble around when suddenly his eyes lit up a little and a grin came across his face. "That's different, this one looks genuine." He began to play single notes in a melody. It was a simple melody but still for his first time ever playing I was impressed. "Wow that was amazing Mi…"

"And what exactly do you think you're doing." My dad walked up and stood over us.

Midoriya froze and he looked down, unable to move. "I… I… I was…"

"You were what? Trying to serenade my daughter with a guitar?" My dad leaned in glaring at him.

"Dad stop it, it's now like that at all." I stood up to confront him.

-Snap-

I looked back at Midoriya, he had set the guitar down and he was clutching his bag. My dad and I both were silent watching him. He was frozen. "I…. I'm… s… sorry." A hushed voice that was cracking came from him.

"Hey it's alright." I turn towards him. "My dad likes to…"

-snap-

"I'M SORRY." He was practically yelling this time. Everything was quiet as he walked towards the exit.

"Midoriya wait." I reached out for him but stopped when I saw tears in his eyes.

He stopped at the exit and turned back hearing my voice. "I'm sorry." His voice was filled with pain.

-Snap-

He ran out of the store. Making his way home.

"Dad what the hell were you thinking!" I turned towards my dad angry.

"Calm down I didn't think he would react like that. You know I like to put on an act and when people try to put the moves on you." My dad got defensive trying to defend his actions.

"He wasn't doing that at all! It was his first time ever playing guitar and it was the first time I've seen him have a genuine smile. Don't you ever think before you do anything." I left the store making my way to the park. I needed a place to think and calm down. As I made my way to the bench where I met him my mind was flooded with questions. "Why did I get so mad? Will he hate music now? Should I have gone after him? Does he hate me? Why do I even care? I barely even know he going to be alright? Will I ever see him again?"

JIROU DADS POV.

"Hey Shoni do you know who that kid was?" I walked up to the counter.

"Sort of. He comes in here every now and then. The first time he came in he was so lost. He was looking for soundboards. He bought one and now he comes in once a month or so and looks around. I've heard some of the stuff he's made. It's pretty good." The man at the counter just stared outside.

"Will you keep an eye out for him and call me the next time you see him in here?" I rested my arms on the counter. "I really messed up."

IZUKU POV

I ran all the way to my house and locked the door. I dropped everything at the door and made my way to my room. "I'm such an idiot, why did I panic?" I buried my face in my pillow. "They probably all think I'm a freak now."

"You are a freak."

"Shut up."

"They all hate you."

"Shut up."

"Why were you trying to seduce that girl you barely know?"

"Shut up I wasn't."

"She thinks you're a pervert."

"Shut up."

"Her dad is going to report you."

"Shut up."

"What kind of hero would force themself onto a girl?"

"Shut up."

"You'll never be a hero."

"I SAID SHUT UP DAMMIT!"

I went to my desk and grabbed my knife. I took my shirt off and pressed the cold steel to my wrist. Seven cuts later I cleaned the blood off my knife and put it away. The blood ran down my arm while I sat in the shower. The water washes it and my tears away. The voices were once again silent. All I could hear was the water bouncing off the tile and a single thought in my head. "Why?"