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Notebook

Deku took a deep breath. He was standing infront of his classroom door.

Jirou was sharing idle talk with Kaminari and Momo. Her eyes lingered to the door occasionally. He would dart away before she could see him through the glass.

"Good morning Deku!" Uraraka greeted, shifting on the balls of her feet, holding her backpack straps.

He lept out a shriek, thinking he was caught.

"U-Uraraka?" He recovered from his mini outburst. "Sorry, good morning to you too."

"Are you ok?" As she dim-wittedly walked past him, opening the door. "You seem more jumpy than usual."

He grew anxious eyes and reached out. 'The door! But, actually, I've been standing here for a while. I couldn't just stand there all day.' Beginning to go on and on, subconsciously following her. 'I mean, Jirou looks pretty relaxed. It's not like I asked her on a date, a date. Just two friends hanging out. But where would we go? Somewhere quiet and peaceful, like the park, but where we won't be interrupted... Agh! It's starting to sound more like a date the more I think about it! Maybe I should just drop the whole thing. I guess it might of been pretty embarrassing to have some one sprout supportive nonsense out of nowhere.'

Uraraka sweatdropped with a smile. "I guess he's fine." As they both walked into the classroom.

Midoriya was mumbling to himself as the words began to spew out. No one understood him though. "It's not like it's really a big deal. But it kind of is. I should ease into it, eh, that sounds like I would be making a move. I-I mean it's not like I'm trying to, b-but not like I wouldn't not want to try to either." And it just kept going.

Kaminari chuckled. "There goes Midoriya again."

Jirou shrugged, trying to be indifferent. "Yeah, he probably saw a cool quirk or, something." She stared at him and Uraraka as they entered. 'Everything's good between us.' Her eyes kept shifting in between Midoriya and her. 'I wonder if there's something going on with those two?' She ignored the little thought that was nagging at the back of her head. She wasn't the type to trip over other people's friends.

"So yeah I heard there's something going on between them." Kaminari's words snapped her out of her inner conversation.

"Wait, what? Them?" Jirou joined Momo's and his discussion.

Her nodded to her side, sliding his chair closer to them. "Yeah, remember that band I was telling you about? Apparently they're breaking up because the drummer and vocalist where dating the same groupie." He faced the ceiling, and took a huge sigh. "Man, that sucks."

"How regrettable." Momo had some sympathy in her eyes for a moment. "But I didn't really prefer their music, the screaming was quite shocking. Classical is great for any occasion."

Jirou had a deadpan stare at Momo. She was imagining being at a rock concert, with Mozart blasting in the speakers. "Moshing to that would be fucking metal, dude."

Momo gave an uneasy grin. "Why such vulgar language?"

Kaminari shared her idea. "I bet the tea would be good too."

They both started to crack up, with Momo slighty confused at their sense of humor. "Tea does sound lovely."

Jirou forgot about her situation with Midoriya for a moment. She wiped a tear of laughter off her right eye.

Deku quit his mumblings after Kacchan yelled at him to shut up. He stopped, before sitting on his desk. He glanced in Jirou's direction.

She felt someone staring and casually matched it. He tensed, accidently bumping back on his desk. She softened her eyes and her lips curved upwards.

A quiet smile.

She went back to her conversation, joking with her friends.

Midoriya almost fell on his chair. He legs were wobbling worse than when he used one for all. He was staring at his desk. His heart was thudding in his ears. He was sure everyone could hear it.

'She has a cute smile.' It wasn't that chill smirk, it was an honest acoustic show of joy. It played a melody in his chest.


Deku sighed. 'Today was an ordinary day.' He was expecting more. He slung his bag over his shoulder. He was about to leave with Uraraka and Iida. A tap on his shoulder . "Hm." He wasn't going to lie, he was half-hoping, half-pessimistic. "J-Jirou?"

"Yo, Midoriya." That chill smirk and swag of the shoulders.

"Hey!" He sounded a little more excited than he wanted to. He coughed, clearing his throat. "So about the other day?"

"Yeah, but, it's not like I came here to talk about that." She rubbed the back of her hair, sheepishly. Okay, maybe she did.

He lowered an eyebrow with curiosity. "Y-You didn't? I-I kind of assumed-"

She couldn't help but sigh with her eyes. "Yeah, you have a point. Look, I guess I just wanted to say hi to you... and that I appreciate what you said, about support. I shouldn't have flipped out on you so hard." She forced herself to apologize, she had felt bad since she did that, but she wasn't used to saying sorry and couldn't help but to have a bashful, blushing, pout. "Music is only a hobby of mine, I didn't really expect it, okay? So yeah, sorry."

Midoriya gasped, before it turned into a friendly smile. "Don't worry Jirou, you didn't need to apologize. Like I said, I'll always be supportive of you!" His dense voice had no idea how intimate it actually sounded. "So how about some time this week-" He was about to offer to hang out, until Uraraka called out to him from the door. "Oh, sorry Jirou, I should go, the three of us always walk home together."

She tried not to inwardly cringe. 'Finish the earlier sentence atleast.' She gave up. "Yeah, no problem, I was gonna meet Kaminari and Momo at a record store, anyways." She tried not to reval her disappointment.

"...Um, Jirou?"

"Yeah, Midoriya?" She rose her slightly dejected eyes at him.

"N-Nevermind." He rushed out, losing his nerve. He turned away, before she could see his red cheek. "S-See you tomorrow!" He walked at a brisk pace to his two friends.

Jirou waved and replied with a similar phrase, but it was hesitant. "Yeah, see you later." She kept her eyes on his stumbled walk away, until he left. "What's up with him?" Her eyes landed on his desk, catching on object. "Wait, isn't this that notebook he's always jotting on. I should go give it to him, looks important."

Then that gave her a thought. Analyzing quirks was kind of his hobby. She should support that. She smirked and decided to head after him. 'Hm, I wonder what he wrote about me?' Natural curiosity.

"Hey Jirou, what you got there?" Mina popped up behind her.

"Huh?" Turning her head, caused her earphone jacks to flow with the motion. "Oh Mina, just Midoriya's notebook."

"Oooh, I've always wondered what's in there. Let's check it out!" She tried to pry the book from Jirou's hands.

"H-Hey." She didn't put up much a fight. She was also curious and if someone else happened to open it, then she wouldn't be as guilty right? "Whatever." She mumbled, as Mina flipped through the pages.

Mina was giggling. "I didn't think he would say that about your quirk!"

That peaked her interest. "Ugh, give me that." Snatching it back. She scanned the page. "What? But this is Mineta." Loathing out that pervs name.

"Gotcha! I knew you wanted to know. Now let's see what he really said about you." Urging her to flip the pages.

"Geez you're stubborn." Caving in.

"Yup!"


Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka were all walking across a bridge over one of the busy streets of the metropolis.

They were going about their usual quirky conversations.

It was faint, but reached their ears. "Midoriya!" She was running, trying to catch up to him.

"Is that Jirou?" He turned his body back, shuffling on his red boots. "Um, you guys go on head."

Ieda and Uraraka shared a puzzled look, but listened to him. Deku tried to ignore the snickering whispered lips the two were already sharing.

He began to walk back towards the bridge. She slowed down to a jog. They met in the middle. She dropped her hands on her knees, panting. The bustling cars were drowned out by the quiet wind. It played around them with a somber beat.

'This is like the scenes in the movies.' Midoriya gulped, with tinted cheeks. 'I hope I'm ready.'

She caught her breath and straightened up her body. She opend her mouth ready to express her feelings.

"You asshole!" She roughly thrusted his book straight at his chest.

Blink, blink.

"Eh?"