Midoriya is in for an unexpected encounter and a bit of embarrassment.

Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia or any of the characters.


Midoriya and Jiro entered the record store, hearing the sound of a bell as they walked in.

"I'll be with you in a minute." A woman said, from a distance.

"Take your time, mom." Jiro said.

"Mom?" Midoriya asked, in surprise.

"Yeah, my family and I help out here every once in awhile." Jiro told him.

Midoriya nodded as he looked around the store, taking in the appearance of it.

While the store had clearly seen better days, it was surprisingly well preserved.

The various shelves were lined with albums, each divided by format and genre.

The era before quirks was fascinating to Midoriya and as such, seeing all of these albums which were basically collector's items, was a nice bonus.

"Take a look around, I'll be right back." Jiro said.

As Jiro headed towards the back of the store, Midoriya walked over to the shelf in the far corner of the store to start off with.

One by one, he would take an album off of the shelf and wipe away the dust, admiring the various covers.

He wasn't exactly an expert on music, but he could always appreciate style which conveyed ideals, similar to the image of a hero.

"So, you're a friend of Kyoka's?" Mika asked.

Midoriya flinched in surprise, stepping backwards in reaction to the sudden presence of someone else.

Midoriya looked over to see Jiro organizing albums on a shelf and an older woman who was standing behind the main counter.

Midoriya just mumbled incoherently, trying to respond and failing.

Jiro rolled her eyes and approached Midoriya, pushing him closer to the counter in order to introduce him.

"You could say that." Jiro said.

"Hi, I'm Kyoka's mother, you can call me Mika." Mika said.

As Mika introduced herself, Midoriya awkwardly held out his hand for her to shake, which she did.

"I'm, Izuku Midoriya, it's a pleasure to meet you." Midoriya said.

"I'm surprised he got through that sentence without stuttering." Jiro thought.

"So, Midoriya, what brings you here?" Mika asked.

"Oh, Jiro said she needed someone to go along with her." Midoriya explained.

"Right, I forgot, things have grown even more serious lately." Mika said.

"Yeah, but as far as compromises go, bringing a friend along when you go out isn't so bad." Jiro said.

Midoriya nodded along in agreement, looking at Jiro before looking back at her mother.

"It looks like Jiro inherited her quirk from her mother, though I do wonder if she has the same abilities, still it's incredible how similar they are, not to mention how much she resembles her." Midoriya mumbled.

Jiro tried to hold back her laughter while Mika stared at Midoriya, clearly confused.

Midoriya noticed this, blushing in embarrassment.

"I said all of that out loud, didn't I?" Midoriya asked.

"You sure did." Jiro said.

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to say all of that, it's just that I noticed your quirk and how much she looks like you!" Midoriya shouted, in panic.

"Not that that's a bad thing, I just was interested in the both of you." Midoriya said.

Midoriya's eyes widened, as he realized how bad that sounded.

"Not like that, I mean I'm interested in both of your quirks!" Midoriya shouted.

"Not that you aren't beautiful, you both are!" Midoriya shouted.

"Midoriya!" Jiro shouted.

"Yes?" Midoriya asked, nervously.

"For both your sake and mine, please shut up." Jiro said, as she rubbed her temple in annoyance.

"Sorry." Midoriya apologized.

Mika just giggled at Midoriya's reactions.

"First lesson, stress control." Jiro stated.

"You need to learn to be calm in certain situations, you can't keep freaking out after every time the smallest interaction happens." Jiro told him.

"What do you suggest I do?" Midoriya asked.

Jiro took a moment to think about it, pondering about a method that could be used to help.

"We might not be able to control your nervousness just yet, but you do have a habit of talking to yourself without being aware of it and it does lead to some less than ideal situations, so that's probably where we should start." Jiro told him.

"You need to learn to keep those intense trains of thought inside of your mind." Jiro said.

"So, we start with what I know best." Jiro said.

Jiro walked over to the shelf and took an album out.

"Music." Jiro said.