22
Busted and blue
Izuku and Momo busted through the door, laughing at the fact that they barely made curfew. They had a long talk, a long walk.
Everyone was in the living area, sitting on the couches, talking about the concert they just came from. "You guys are back!" Kirishima was the first to notice them and cheered at the narrow miss they had with timing.
"We were lucky!" Momo sighed in relief now that they wouldn't get in trouble. Her reassuring relief.
"Yeah, um, we were looking for you guys." Izuku rubbed his damp hair. His eyes didn't meet their unified stare.
But... he felt Kyouka's glare. He followed it. She had an earjack in her phone. She sighed, unplugging her phone. "Everyone got back at different times." She mumbled. She was the first one back. Her, the first one back... She had absently waited here for everyone to come back, waiting for Momo to come back.
"Yeah, we all got separated! It was crazy." Tooru sagged her shoulders.
"You guys are the last ones. We've been waiting for you two." Kaminari smirked. "Geez, we even tried contacting you."
"S-Sorry, I had a weak signal from the weather." Momo had an uneasy grin. She had her phone off, purposely.
"My phone's dead, sorry." Unsure and hoarse, looking down and to the side.
"Convenient." She seethed from her mouth.
"Oooh!" The rest of them all hushed down for Izuku's reply.
His eye twitched at her attitude. The way her tank top was stuck to her skin, and how she used his sweater to block a transparent view. Her hair was a silky tangled grace. He gulped a confused irritation. She spoke with a nasty mouth but her voice still sounded lyrically pleasant.
"You killed my battery during the train ride, remember? You heard music and scrolled through my feed, adding me to ridiculous meme pages. You had the brightness all the way up, the whole time! You handed it back to me like this, with a half-assed apology! Remember!" He was holding his phone out towards her, shoving it as he berated her.
"Aah..!" Caught in her own accusation. Her lips were parted singing surprised wordless notes. She angrily fidgeted, "It was the glare of the fucking sun, ok?" and her earphones were unsure, to threaten him or hide in embarrassment. She scowled, dropping her earphones. "Whatever, dude." She scoffed with red cheeks. "I'm going to bed." She stood up and headed towards the girls' elevator.
She ignored all the eyes on her. There was one person who her eyes were drawn to... Momo. "E-Excuse me, J-Jirou." She was holding her fist over her chest in worry, like always. "Can we talk later?"
"Sure."
Momo let out a breath of relief. "Everyone, would you like some tea? It was a long day, let's relax, ne?" They all agreed like children and followed her to the kitchen.
"Hey Kyouka, before you go to bed, wanna go outside? It's raining." With a weak smile, recalling their first date.
She rose an eyebrow along with an earjack. "Huuuh?" Exaggerated. "What makes you think I wanna go with you?" She scoffed before walking up to him and shoving his shoulder. Both walked outside the front door.
"It would be like our first date!" With a toothy grin.
"Shut up! How can you just say that so casually in front of everyone?"
"Kyouka, you're smiling." Poking her cheek.
"For fuck's sake, Izuku." Slamming the door shut.
"I thought they were mad at each other?" Mina had furrowed eyebrows.
"That's probably just how they communicate. You know, Jirou's headstrong and Midoriya stands his ground." Kaminari shrugged.
"They're kind of the same and totally different, huh?" Tooru giggled elbowing Ojiro. "Kind of like us, ne? We're invisible to everyone, except each other."
"That's actually kind of sweet, in a way." Ojiro smiled back at her. His smile grew, seeing her nod and adorable laugh, even though nobody else could tell.
They were sitting on the front steps of the dorms, watching the rain play quiet piano keys.
"Sorry, I killed your phone." She grumbled, leaning on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry we got separated." He added, resting his head against hers.
"It's fine..." She sighed. "Did you have fun?" Because she didn't know if she did.
"Yeah, but it bummed me out when I couldn't find you."
"Yeah..." She groaned sitting up. She had been dreading this. "About that... When we were separated..." She was rubbing his sweater's sleeves together out of nervous habit. "I ran into Momo..."
"Really? So did I, before the concert ended."
"Oh." With a forced chuckle along with his. "Explains how you two were last." Swaying her head to the side, sweeping her uneven bangs across her forehead. "We... we were dancing... and... I'm so sorry Izuku!" Burying her face in the flaps of the sweater sleeve.
"K-Kyouka?! What happened? What's wrong?!" Scooting closer to her.
"Fuck, if I knew this was how you felt, I would have never broke up with you..."
"H-Huh?"
"Momo kissed me!... She kissed me." Hugging her shoulders with rain/tear damp sleeves. "I didn't mean for it... but I kissed her back... I was so caught up in the music... I was just so confused, Izuku..."
"I want to be selfish... with both of you."
Izuku was incapable of reacting for a moment. Her intimately close body and breath were opposing the cold rain with their natural heat.
Izuku's emerald orbs vividly reflected the heavy rain. "Wh-What?" His throat was constricting, and he couldn't swallow his saliva. Lips struggled not to tremble. "K... Kyouka." He rose his hand and placed it on her lap. He forced down a gulp he needed to. "Are you okay?"
Momo's fingertips were dripping cold, trailing up his neck, barely grasping his jaw, electrifying his skin, luring him. "I-zu-ku..."
"Izuku? Y-You're not mad?" Kyouka hiccuped.
He squeezed her thigh. "L-Like you said... I know how you feel right, now." His voice box scratched over a vinyl, breaking. "I bet you feel like the worse right now, but Kyouka, you're not!... You're definitely not." Pressing his forehead against hers, both with shadowed eyes from the luminescent rain.
Drip, drip, drop. "Why?" With a pained gasp. His thumb was on her lips, stopping her. Momo knew he wouldn't go through with it. Izuku was Izuku... but.
"I'm sorry." Kyouka was hugging his neck tight, scared he might change his mind and take back his apology. Take back their relationship, like she did.
"I know." Holding her just as tight. Letting her know, he wasn't going anywhere. He knew the guilt and feeling of betrayal, but the intention of being faithful. Nobody is perfect. Nobody.
We're just busted and blue.
