20

The now now


Sorcererz

"Everybody cool down." Kyouka told the rest of her anxious friends.

Everybody was on time, on time.

"We made it." Izuku sighed in relief.

They didn't know what to do, so instead of actually going anywhere, they just walked to the concert, underestimating the distance. They entered, showing their tickets. Stepping inside, they all expressed the sight in their own ways.

It was a huge stadium with an open roof, showing the sky. The purple clouds swirling around the orange, hazy, sunset, sky was a psychedelic muse to the setting.

"C'mon, let's try to get closer." Kyouka took charge, it was her environment. She clamped Izuku's wrist, dragging him through the crowd.

"There doesn't appear to be any seats?" Momo was trudging along with the rest of them.

"Duh, we're gonna vibe to this when it starts."

Momo gasped quietly. "Oh, I see." She had that fake signature smile.

The lights to the stage dimmed out.

"This is gonna rock!" Kirishima pumped up his arms.

"Shut up dude, it's starting!" Mina lept up on Kirishima. She sat on his shoulders for a height boost to see.

Kirishima wept, holding her thighs for safety, and she didn't seem to mind. "Man, this is the best..." He whispered with manly tears.

There was a screen behind the stage. It began to light up a visual. The crowd roared as the first notes began.

The hand gripping his wrist began to shake with anticipation. His eyes naturally glanced at Kyouka. 'Her eyes.' His eyes. She yelled out along with the crowd. 'Her voice.' His silence. His eyes swayed back to the stage. He rose the fist she was holding, screaming his lungs out with her.

Both of their voices died down, same with the crowd.

The melancholic rhythm and scratchy voice blared at a mellow pace. Red lights roamed around the crowd and stadium, matching the red and black visualizer on the screen.

As Jirou said, they all began to vibe, began to flow, began to a calm pace.

Izuku and Jirou in an embrace. Embracing the melody. They were slowed down, song drowned.

Everybody hold on.

Everybody hold on to your inner vision.

She was alone. Momo's hands fidgeted with her revealing dress. The lights, the red revealing lights. Insecure and lost without mental vision. Given tunnel vision.


One percent

Every sound.

It was tranquil. The crowd was slow swaying to the uplifting depression.

Izuku and Kyouka were matching the soft remedy. She had her arms around his neck, he had his around her waist. It was quiet, but they could hear every sound.

She sighed at the soothing beat. Izuku relaxed his tensed posture, feeling her sink into their embrace. Her reciprocated, placing his chin on her shoulder. Their bodies were mixed by the rhythmic solution.

"This is nice." It was his normal voice but sounded like a whisper to go along with the music.

She squeezed his neck tighter and nodded against him. "Yeah." Spoken just as vocally.

A music box holding the only two. It began to stop turning as the inducing song faded out.


Tranz

The upbeat attitude threw the bodies around. Dance around, jump around.

Izuku and Kyouka lost themselves to each other. Lost themselves to the dopamine synthesis of music.

Momo's head was caving in. Where was she? She couldn't find anyone else. So many people.

"Hey, come on, Momo!" She skipped up to her with that punk bass boost. "Let loose!" Kyouka rocked her hips with a smirk.

"Huh? Wh-What?!" Momo couldn't believe it. She was dancing with Kyouka!

"Yeah!" Jirou giggled, dancing with her friend. Momo returned the smile, throwing her arms up, shaking her body with Kyouka's.

"This is fun!" Momo yelled over the music. She was scared and lonely until Jirou found her.

"Really?! I thought this wasn't your thing!" Just as loudly.

"I always have fun with you!" She had a gleeful grin.

Jirou chuckled. "If only it was classical music with tea!" She teased.

"No! I prefer this! We can dance!" Momo laughed along, recalling the conversation they had so long ago.

Their bodies had built a light sweat, and the heat mixing between them was intoxicating. Their skin was meshing against each other and neither of them seemed to mind.

Jirou was too thrilled from the music to notice their intimacy. Momo was too excited from their intimacy to notice the music.

Momo's hands and Jirou's hands naturally skimmed over the other's body, flowing with the music.

Lost in the passion of the music, their lips danced, embraced. Momo held Jirou's cheek with one hand. Jirou was subconsciously kissing back, with one hand on Momo's dress. Her eyebrows furrowed. The fabric she was clutching was soft, the body under was tender, not a hidden strength like Izuku. She opened her eyes to see Momo kissing her. Disbelief etched in her wide orbs.

She shoved Momo back. "I, I um, sorry!" Jirou spun on her boots, forcing herself through the crowd.

"I actually kissed her..." Her eyes stung but her lips had a warm lingering taste. "Jirou wait!" She reached out, trying to follow. Her voice was inaudible at a distance and she lost sight of her best friend. "How could I actually kiss her!?"


Souk Eye

"Where is she?" Izuku couldn't find Kyouka. They got separated, and he didn't know where the rest were at. "Wait... Momo!" He waved his hand. He hesitated with a worried face. She had a shocked and guilty expression. He walked up behind her. He tapped her shoulder. "Momo?"

"Get away!" On pure instinct, she slapped the invader away.

"Gwhaa!" He stumbled back.

"Izuku?! Oh gosh! I'm so sorry!" She had her hands over her mouth with apologetic orbs.

He rubbed his cheek with an ironic smile. "Why am I glad that you gave a familiar reaction?" He dropped his hand and gave a motion with his arms. "So, um, wanna dance?" They were back to being normal friends right? This was normal.

"Y-Yes. Why not?" Momo forced that signature smile on her face. 'Anyway is so complicated for me...' Between either Jirou or Izuku. Momo wanted to find tomorrow and ease in, get past this.

Izuku's eyes were completely focused on her. The comfy folk tempo was picking up to a groovy funk to dance to. Izuku tried to take the lead with Momo. There was something about her bittersweet movements. Her hips swayed naturally but her face was focused on the floor and her shoulders were sagged down.

He could only think with the lyrics.

Why you looking so beautiful to me now when you're so sad?


Hey, what is this droning, I hear it, there, over on me.

Not anyone of us who is in search.

Do you dance like this? Forever.

I will always think about you.