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Cords to a story...

There was a knock on her door.

Kyoka Jiro was sick after spending the day before at the beach with Momo and Izuku. Izuku was the only one that wasn't sick. She grumbled as she struggled to make her way to the door, having wrapped herself up in a blanket. "I'm too sick to be sick of this shit."

But then her grouchy attitude fell to concern when she opened the door.

It was Izuku, and he was damp from the rain but it was his expression that got to her. His eyes were wide as if searching for something desperately yet also bloodshot with a liquid surface and his lip was quivering with anxiety.

He had been crying?

And it perplexed Jiro because she honestly couldn't remember the last time he cried and it pulled at her heart sting when he hopelessly asked,

"Kyoka... Where's Momo?"

Kyoka Jiro was looking at Izuku, as they were all sitting around as they hung out in a karaoke room. It was just her, him, and Momo.

Kyoka and Momo had sung a duet together and then Momo and Izuku sang one. And now they were taking a small break, just sitting around and drinking their drinks. They were reminiscing about how the three of them fought together during the USJ event in their first year. Like usual Kyoka was messing with Izuku as he replied with sheepish indifference as Momo just smiled along with that tilt of her head.

"Yo, I think that day was the first time I saw you cry."

"Whatever. We pulled through our first crisis together didn't we?" Izuku rolled his eyes because he was pretty sure he didn't cry that day.

"Yes, we did... Because you were brave enough for all three of us." Momo earnestly spoke. Because to her, Izuku was always able to give her the confidence to act, simply from Izuku being Izuku. It was a moment of appreciated sincerity until she said, "But yes you did cry, Master."

Jiro wheezed out, "Oof, told you."

"Momo but why?" Izuku spoke with a sarcastic voice asking for support but instead, it end with the three of them sharing a weak chuckle.

And then Momo continued as she put her finger to her lips in innocent ponder, "But truth be told, I can't remember the last time you cried, Darling?"

Izuku stiffened a bit as he glanced towards Kyoka causing their eyes to lock. Her smirk faltered a bit as she glanced away, scratching her cheek as she spoke. "Yeah, me either I guess."

It was a comfortable silence until Momo spoke up again, as she clasped her hands together over her bosom. "Now then, it's time for you two to sing a duet, ne?"

And they could only reply at the same time with, "Eh?"

As they locked eyes again...

Izuku and Kyoka were staring at each other. Neither of them knew what to do. She knew Izuku had a right to know but she also knew she couldn't betray her friend's privacy like that. 'But isn't Momo the one being unreasonable here? He is her boyfriend she should trust him with this stuff,' But then again, Momo was trusting her with something this personal. Kyoka sagged her shoulders in defeat.

"C'mon on in dude, I'll make tea..."

"Thanks, Kyoka..."

They had talked and eventually, Kyoka reluctantly told Izuku about Momo's new apartment. And once Izuku found out he was ready to get up and leave until she stopped him.

"Woah, dude slow down you can't just rush over there like Superman."

"What? But Kyoka I have to sav-," She cut him off before he could finish it because Momo had specifically mentioned how she wanted anything but that.

"No, you don't. You're not Deku okay?"

"Huh, Of course I am?"

Jiro shook her head also sounding confused. "Look I don't get it either but to her you're not Deku okay, you're Izuku. Just Izuku. And that's who she needs... So don't go do what Deku would do. Do what Izuku would do," By now Kyoka had facepalmed from her own words, "I sound like a fucking idiot."

"Just Izuku..." But he spoke with a voice of realization. "The night you guys brought me back to U.A. after I ran away..."

"Huh? What are you talking about dude?"

"That night... I thought she forgot..."

"Okay now you sound like an idiot."

He shook his head as if clearing away the fond memory. "Um, no, it's nothing. But don't worry, Kyoka I know exactly what to do."

Izuku thanked her for her help as he began to make his leave.

"Here, don't forget your soup. Although it's pretty cold now."

"Don't worry, it's what Izuku would do," He chuckled as he took the soup from her hands.

She raised a confused eyebrow before smirking. "So you got it all figured huh?"

"I hope so. Is there any way I can thank you Kyoka?"

Kyoka had been observing Izuku and his determination to be there for Momo and she couldn't help but to wonder, expressing her thoughts out loud.

"Don't you ever think about what would have happened if I was the one who showed up to be your Maid first?"

It took her a moment to realize what she said.

"K-Kyok-," But she cut him off before he could finish.

"Ah, hahaha, I'm just joking dude, f-forget about it, okay?" But she rushed it out in an insecure panic as she slammed the door shut on him. She leaned on the door and slumped to her knees in defeat. '... What the fuck was that..?'

And ever since then, Izuku and Kyoka couldn't be alone without any tension as the question lingered in the air...