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The evening started off so well, Kyouka Jirou thought to herself as the evening descended into a subtle chaos, echoing in disarray. Her sensitive ears - louder than most, gradually hurting.
It had been a fun night, a well deserved one for the new class of 2A - all of the hero trainees being rightfully moved on to the next year, except Minetta, He’d been kicked off the course for perverted behaviour on far too many instances.
Not only did most of the students have the privilege of gracefully carrying on study at the illustrious UA Hero academy. The 19 of them had successfully passed the end of year Hero course tests - both practical and written exams, with a little bit of extended hands-on experience.
Not once had Jirou regretted her decision to become a hero - a saviour of justice.
Well.
Excluding tonight of course.
The UA dorm had gathered in the common lounge area of the dorms to have a celebration party.
Of course this including an impromptu game of poker and the availability of alcohol thanks to Momo (who would have thought she would remember the chemical formula to make vodka of all things)
So the UA dorm started a game of poker - in all honesty Kyouka wasn't doing too bad… apart from maybe the last few rounds - that absolute Green Bean Midoriya had been stealing everyones winnings with his analytical mind. (So obviously quirks began to get involved - as her old man taught her “You’re not trying if you’re not cheating!!”)
The next few rounds began to descend even further into the abyss of madness - with blatant cheating from the less sober players - An example being - Uraraka floating above the mass of people sat on shared sofas. Another instance of cheating being the occasional mass of clothes dropping to the floor and invisible footsteps as a ghostly presence known as Tooru looked at peoples hands.
A couple more games passed with Midoriya still winning - many of their friends groaning but laughing good naturedly.
Kyouka let out a billowing chuckle, a cute one some would call it - she’d deny them of course (She IS a hardcore cool punk rocker after all.), Laughing quietly as she looked around at the mess that was her most beloved friend.
Looking deeper at the somewhat sober friend group socialising, she made eye contact with a certain Midoriya. With a tight fitting shirt, showing off his adorable - masculine form. Muscles incarnate bunched tightly, hanging somewhat loosely, yet sweatily to his relaxed form.
From a single glance, to the laugh lines on his face, the exotic freckles hiding, yet shouting out cutely all over the place - she couldn’t help but stare a little longer. Eyes dripping like molten from his scorching hot form.
‘He is beautiful’ she gradually thought - mumbling it genty from her feminine lips.
In all honesty this wasn't the first time the punk rock maiden had noticed Izuku Midoriya, the resident munchkin. But only now was she in a state of mind where she would do something about it…
Is what she thought. (In reality she was slightly shy, unable to express herself properly)
Kyouka smiled across the table at him, a bright smile which complimented her cute, punk aesthetic. A powerful smirk, slightly blushing a gorgeous pink. Her leather jacket had long since been discarded - revealing a little more than she thought, not that it was much, nor she cared. (with no Mineta she could relax much more easier she supposed)
After making eye contact, a brief second… one, two, three.
Kyouka gasped and her eyes peeled away from his gorgeous emerald eyes. Her own widened rapidly - emphasising the nervousness flowing throughout her form. She hadn’t even considered that someone would be focused on her. She gasped again and drained her glass of just water.
A little dazed, somewhat shook, the party of the evening finally caught up to her. With a mighty stretch she slowly stood from the lounge room sofa.
“Right people, I'm getting some fresh air!” Kyoka shouted, maybe a little louder than needed - but she got the message across
Slapping her hands together and grabbing her empty cup and taking it to the sink at the side of the room, she grabbed her cute leather jacket and put her phone in her pockets.
All she needed now was a little bit of freedom to soothe her aching, sensitive ear jack ears.
Reaching the door, mind full of so many things, the excitement of the evening, her minor crush on Izuku Midoriya and the brief bubble-like comfort his pillowy aura provides for her. She leaves the room and heads outside.
Unaware of the human wrought of sharp cut emerald following slowly. A look of determination crossed his freckled face.
It was when Kyouka reached the outside that she realised she didn’t have a clue of where to go, where to relax. I mean it’s not like she went out much anyway (Excluding gigs and concerts for her favourite bands)
And so Kyouka walked for a while, leaving the UA property through the student exit(she’d be in trouble tomorrow but her heart jittered, echoing lightly from earlier) and so she walked down into the city, in the dead of night - only 11pm - and simply walked.
Going wherever her feet took her.
As time passed the city setting began to fade, her feet leadinging her onto a beautiful pier surrounded by everscient stars, shining ever so brightly over the deep azure sea.
And so she sat for a while - gazing out and listening to nature, Her heart beat calmed from her earlier thoughts. Did she like Izuku? The resident broccoli? Even if she did, was it her place to get between him and Uraraka…
Kyouka’s heart began to sink, the sheer force of reality slowly making her happy feelings slowly diminish. Who was she kidding? She wasn’t even worthy to date him anyway - Izuku was so confident and strong and Kyouka knew she was nothing in comparison.
Not even Mineta wanted her- which was a good thing but to her it just emphasised how unfeminine her form was.
Kyouka’s mind began to fall into a shattering spiral. A self depreciating loop of endless low self esteem. She was stronger than this, stronger still than the people who had put her down in the past. Maybe she wasn’t as attractive as Uraraka or the figure of Yaomomo…
“You’re beautiful.” A powerful voice echoed from behind her, breaking her from the loop of self depreciation. “One of the strongest, stylish people i’ve ever met, So don’t put yourself down alright Kyouka?”
For in her sadness, her heart toiling in chaos, she hadn’t realised she was muttering her thoughts aloud.
Eyes widened dramatically as she swiftly turned, staring at the grass green hero, her minor crush. His emerald eyes staring at her intently - showing so much care that it hurt to behold.
“A-ah, you weren’t meant to hear that Midori,” Kyoka tilted her head, presenting a front a fake, bold confidence, “But beautiful? Thank you” She let out a sad smile, “Maybe you’re thinking of someone else?”
Izuku walked over to her and took a delicate seat at her side, “Not at all '' He started with a loud grin, a dazzling gleam exploding from his eyes. Taking her hands he smiled brightly, as bright as a setting sun, as the last tips of light gleam across the horizon.
“You don’t even realise just how stunning you are Kyouka” He let the beach air fill the silence, not making a single more noise - and yet the only thing Kyouka could hear was the sound of Midori’s exotic beating heart - a flush bursting from his face - the bright red contrasting greatly with his emerald hair.
Kyouka couldn’t remember the last time she’d witnessed a sight so adorable.
He was just as nervous as her… Kyouka thought to herself slowly. Dark thoughts rapidly leave her. Maybe - he liked her as well?
Kyouka donned her punk rock clothes, decided to embrace her metal heart, and grasped Izuku’s scarred left hand. Placing it within her own. A perfect fit she could only suppose, a comfort to her in her time of insecurity.
In her eyes the stars had never seemed so much brighter, the distance of the sun not mattering. For the brightest sun was beside her, hand in hand.
In shock, Izuku almost pulled away, yet simply gently squeezed her hand.
“Y'know Midori, usually the gentleman makes the first move?” Kyouka teased with a gorgeous grin. Bright red face emphasising her deep purple hair - her heart beating erratically, almost explosively (privately she wondered if her heart was being comparable to one of Bakugou's explosions..)
“I called you beautiful…?” That should mean something… sorry I'm new to this…” Izuku began to mumble, but not once did he take his hand away from hers, for he too beheld a jewel-like smile, ever so distinct, comparable to a shooting star.
Nothing could tear the teen aged couple apart within that moment,
For slowly they leaned into each other, a hug, a great comforting connection - hearts beating as one, both erratically, yet beautifully. Both were just happy that the way they felt for each other was reciprocal.
Kyouka knew that this love, however short lived, was something she wanted - needed.
For in this single moment, under the brightest stars, held in the arms of Izuku Midoriya - did she feel safest. Safer than she’d ever been.
And so she hugged him tighter still, content to live in the moment for a while. To give out her heart - whether it gets broken or made complete. That's for Izuku to decide.