12
Hold me
"H-Hey, um, Uraraka?" Izuku was squirming.
"Hm, what is it deku?" She had that sunshine smile.
"I was, I was, I was," He kept rambling the same two words. His face was growing redder every time he repeated the phrase. He couldn't finish his sentence.
"Are you okay?" She tilted her head.
"I was, I was," Stuck on repeat.
"Are you mimicking a broken record player? That's pretty good Deku! But my parents are going to pick me up today! They want to go to a special dinner for all the hard work at my internship! I kept trying to deny, but my parents don't want me worrying about money." She waved, leaving the school grounds. "Bye Deku! Tell Iida sorry." She ran off.
Tooru snickered walking away as well. "Midoriya's hopeless."
Izuku snapped out of his playback when a hand landed on his shoulder. "Huh?" He glanced back. "Yaoyorozu?"
She sighed. It was sad to see him fail at his attempt to ask Uraraka out. "She left Midoriya."
Izuku's eyes bulged out. "Uraraka?! When did she?"
Momo sighed again. "You really are hopeless." She crossed her arms under her bust. "What was your plan anyway?"
Izuku scratched his dark green hair. "N-Nothing really. Just wanted to see if she wanted to hang out?"
Yaoyorozu smiled. "Was it really that difficult to ask? Where would you have gone anyways?"
Izuku planked like a board. "I didn't think that far ahead..." With cringe-worthy eyes.
She giggled, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. "Well, when you gain the courage to ask, how about suggesting the arcade? Having fun is what we all crave, ne?"
Izuku grew back to his delightful positivity. "You're definitely right about that! Thanks, Yaoyorozu! Hey, maybe we should go have some fun at the arcade? It was your idea, after all!" He laughed, joking around.
Yaoyorozu stifled a blush, tensing up at his offer. "E-Eh? Um-"
"Oh, there's Iida! Well see you later Yaoyorozu, and thanks for the advice! I'll definitely use it."
Momo adjusted her pose, waving back, forcing a polite smile. "Y-You're welcome." She dropped her hand to her bosom. "He didn't mean anything by that..."
"Hey, Momo ready to go? Sorry for the wait but Kaminari accidentally overcharged." Jirou was laughing her ass off. He was walking behind them with his thumbs up.
"Hm, oh yes. Let's be on our way."
Momo flicked her ponytail to the side. She was sitting beside Jirou as they watched time-consuming videos on her computer.
"Um, is this how you've been distracting yourself." Momo, the always concerned lady, was worried about her closest friend.
Jirou sighed. "Got nothing better to do." She didn't want to talk about this. She already knew where Momo was going with this.
"Why don't you play your guitar? I've never heard you play. I bet it sounds lovely." Momo clapped her hands together to the joyful idea.
Jirou glanced to the edge of her bed, where her acoustic guitar hung slanted, unstrummed. She glared at it, before facing back to the computer. "Don't feel like it." Playing it would only remind her of Izuku.
Momo got up from her chair. She picked up the guitar and held it in her hands, plopping on the bed. "Oh come on? Could you show me how to play? Or we could play together! I know how to play the piano!"
Jirou spun on her chair. "Momo, can't you just drop it?" She had an annoyed frown, not able to meet her eyes.
"But I'm just trying to... um." Momo glanced down. She clutched the guitar tighter.
"I don't need you to console me, I'm a big girl." Jirou had her knuckles supporting her head.
Momo nodded. "I'm sorry..."
Jirou sighed, facepalming. She stood from her chair and sat beside her. "H-Hey I didn't mean it like that. I just wanted to hang out with you today. You being around is consolation enough." Jirou began to rub her back.
Momo shook her head. "It's not that!" She accidentally dropped the guitar, burying her face in her hands. "I'm sorry." She apologized for the guitar. It strummed out of tune with a fumble.
"Don't worry about it. It's not a big deal." Jirou grew anxious for some reason. "Hey, aren't you blowing this out proportion?" She scooted closer to her, her hand kept rubbing her back.
Momo's sobs stayed quietly consistent. "I just didn't know what to do!"
"Huh?" Jirou was about to ask what she meant, but.
Momo tackled Jirou down to the bed. She straddled her, restraining her wrists besides her pillow.
"Momo! What are you-" Jirou gasped. Her amethyst eyes grew, as a droplet fell down. "Momo?"
"...Can't you just forgive Midoriya?"
Momo walked to Aizawa. "Sensei, may I go to recovery girl. I think I pulled a muscle during our exercises." She rubbed her shoulder. They were all outside in their tracksuits.
He gave her permission. She wasn't the type to flake out, even for these activities.
She walked down the hall. She was recalling that morning. Jirou had confessed about the relationship between her and Midoriya. She still didn't know to feel. On the one hand, it was Jirou. On the other it was Midoriya.
"Your ligaments are healing, but if I have to keep warning you, you'll be sorry! You must not exert yourself anymore! Do you really want to lose function of your arms?"
Momo stopped before the door. She knew eavesdropping was wrong and wouldn't have done so until she heard a voice reply.
"S-Sorry! But don't worry, I don't plan on wasting away my arms anymore!"
'Midoriya?' Momo scrunched her eyes in concern.
"And why should I believe you? You've done nothing but betray my trust."
Momo heard a loud thwack. She even winced.
"Ow, ow! But because, um, I have someone I want to keep holding in my arms."
Momo heard the smile in his voice. She knew he was referring to Jirou.
"Oh, do you now? Jeez, you hormone driven kids. Now get out of here, All-Might wanted a word with you."
"Y-Yes!"
Izuku ran out of the medical office and darted down the hallway. He was running in the opposite direction of Momo, towards the staff room.
Momo slid down the wall. "Midoriya could lose function in his arms..." She cupped her hand over her lips. Why did this upset her so much?
Midoriya skidded to a stop. "Hm?" He heard a faint thud. He turned back around. He jogged back. "Yaoyorozu? Are you okay?" He bent down, reaching out his hand.
Momo stared at it for the longest. Those arms. She stared at the few the scars in his right hand. Her eyes followed them up to his cheerful freckled face. "M-Midoriya... your arms are fine, right?"
Izuku flinched with wide eyes. He gulped. 'She heard our conversation...' He forced a smile. 'It's fine, Jirou trusts her, I should be able to as well, right?' Izuku extended his arm further. "Yeah!"
Momo gasped. His smile was radiating, telling her everything would be okay. She took his hand. His grin grew. He pulled her up, and they began to walk down the hallway.
"Excuse me, I-I don't know what came over me." She wiped her final tears away. "I guess I was just overwhelmed."
Izuku scratched his cheek. "It's fine, you're the only other person besides the doctors and my mom to find out."
"Izuku... Is your quirk really that dangerous?"
Izuku's eyes were hard in thought. He gripped his fist. "Yeah, if I lose control of my power output one more time, then..." He didn't finish, because they both knew his implications.
"Oh..."
"H-Hey but don't worry!" He waved his arms around in front of her.
Momo muffled a sniffle with her hand. She nodded. "Midoriya?"
"Yeah? What is it Yaoyorozu?"
"Did you mean it? Going to the arcade together?" She knew it was taboo to ask but had to.
He grinned. She wasn't crying anymore. "Sure, I don't see why not."
Momo held in her gasp.
His voice dropped to a concerned pitch. "Um, Yaoyorozu, can I ask for a favor?"
"Yes?"
"Um, please don't tell Kyouka about my arms. I don't want her to worry."
Momo's eyes were stinging a salty liquid.
"Momo, what's gotten into you?" Jirou didn't fight her restraints, she was more concerned than anything.
"It wasn't Midoriya's fault..."
Jirou flinched at the honest crack in Momo's voice. "What are you talking about?"
Momo dropped her head. "He would never try to hurt you... Even now, I bet he's beating himself up, willing to take all the blame."
Jirou gulped, staring up at Momo. Apart of her knew that was exactly what Izuku was doing. "But he kissed-"
"But I, along with Kirishima, Iida, and Kaminari, planned everything! We pushed the two into that moment. I never intended any of this... I'm sorry, but please stop blaming Midoriya, before you push him away completely."
Jirou didn't know how to respond. Her throat was dry and her eyes were getting watery. "I don't even know what to say to him..."
Momo sighed with sagging shoulders, she released her grip on her wrist and laid on top of her. "Just hold onto him." She whispered lovingly.
'Like I want you to hold me...'
But who was she talking about...
