Traumatized

Chapter 4

JIROU POV

"Finally it's Friday." I stopped to stretch as I walked through the streets. "This week couldn't end fast enough. Now it's time for the weekly tradition." I made my way through the streets before stopping in front of a shop.

"Hey Kyoka there you are." A man and woman walked up to me.

"Took you guys long enough." I gave them a smile and laughed at them.

"Hey don't be like that you know how easy it is to get caught up in a song sweetie." The woman leaned towards her.

"Yeah you know how your mom gets when the beat picks up." The man gave her a thumbs up.

"Gosh why do my parents have to be so extra sometimes." I opened the door and made my way in. "Let's go, we're wasting time."

Every Friday sense I started middle school my parents and I would come to this music store and look around. My dad was good friends with the owner so we got some deals plus every month mom and dad got to play a few songs on the talent night. Most of the time we'd just get more picks or strings when we come in and occasionally we'd get a new instrument but that doesn't happen as often. We could spend hours here and it would feel like minutes. I was walking through the isles looking through the straps when I noticed someone looking at some guitars. "He looks familiar. Where do I know him from?" Slowly I made my way over to him. I couldn't remember where I had seen him before. He reached for one of the guitars and I saw a familiar purple and black rubber band. "It's him."

"Hey there." I called him and put my hand up.

He stood there frozen for a second before turning towards me. "I'm sorry am I not supposed to pick them up if I wasn't going to buy it?"

"No you're fine." I gave him a smile. "Does he not remember me? Why is he shaking like he did something wrong?" "Hey do you remember me."

Midoriya looked at her again and thought. "It's you... you're from the park... It was Jirou right."

"Yep." I walked over to him and grabbed the guitar and sat down with it. "I thought you said you couldn't play, so why are you looking at them?" I gave him a smug smile as I started to strum a little.

"I...um... I... well you see... I'm sorry." He looked down and started to turn around.

I stop strumming to stop him. "Hey I was just joking you don't have to get so down." "What's going on with this guy? He's so timid."

"I'm sorry." He stops and gives me a smile. "I'm not the best around people." He puts his hand behind his head and chuckles a little.

"Why does that laugh sound so painful?" "No it's my fault I shouldn't have been like that." I begin to strum again. "So why are you looking at guitars?"

He just stood there frozen for a second. "I'm tired of having to manually edit each note while I make songs. If I had an actual guitar it would be so much more efficient."

"That makes sense." I looked down at the frets as I changed chords. "So you've never actually tried to play a guitar?"

He kept looking down. "No..."

I stopped playing. "Wanna change that?" I looked up at him.

He raised his head and our eyes met. "Sure."

I slid over some and motioned him to come sit next to me. After he sat down I handed him the guitar. He held it so awkward that I couldn't help but laugh a little. After a minute he got the hang of it. "Alright let's start with something simple, take your middle finger and press down on the third fret, now put your index finger on the string above that wall on the second fret and put your ring finger on the highest string and press on the third fret." I helped guide his hand to make sure everything was right. "His hands are so cold and rough." "Alright now strum." He drug the pick across all six strings the sound came out muted and with a few strings ringing true. I couldn't help but laugh again. He put his head down. "Come on look up it was your first time it takes practice, but hey now you can say you've played a guitar." I gave him a smile.