wings (MomoxJirou Fanfic)

wings

Momo pov

I sat on the stool in the wings, tapping the legs with my fingers. The lights traveled across the stage and the singing of the students in 1A polluted the air like a ball of smoke. Why did they think it was a good idea to put a musical spin on Romeo and Juliet? It's a Shakespear classic that shouldn't be touched by their tone deaf voices and horrible acting skills. Yes. This is their fault. Why would they choose Uraraka to be Juiliet and pick me to be an understudy? The whole thing is a massive mistake. My thoughts are interrupted by a voice behind me.
"This is so stupid." it says, as Jirou leaned down next to me holding her guitar. I had spoke to her a couple of times but i never really got close with her in a way; her quirk was really cool though. Imagine having the ability to snoop on anyone?
"Yeah," i agree with her. "Who adds music to a Shakespear play?"
She pauses and thinks before turning to me.
"It's not exactly the music i disagree with, more the singing and song choice. Stuff like this should have classical instrumentals and definitely not tone-deaf high school kids singing pop ballads."
"Yeah, like maybe something similar to The Swan by Camille Saint- Saëns, that'd go nice with the whole romance theme."
I expect to see her face with a confused expression but in return it lights up in joy.
"You know that piece?!" i ask.
"Duh, it's what i listen to in the shower- when no one is there of course, i'd be made fun of. I honestly have no idea why i just told you that but..."
I give her a small laugh and speak again.
"I adore Romeo and Juiliet."
"You actually like Shakespear?" she snorts.
"Well i listen to classical music, what did you expect?"
The singing stops and they carry on acting as a few people scurry backstage.
"So do I but i hate Shakespear."
"He is amazing; you wouldn't be able to use half of the words you speak without him!"
"Please," she holds her guitar up to her head and swoons.
"Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo!" she whispers to it, mimicking Uraraka and batting her eyes.
I start laughing when a voice bellows out.
"Jirou, you missed your cue and Momo, you distracted Ochako with your laughs. Anything you'd like to share?" Iidas strict voice travelled through the mic and loudly into my ears.
"Uhm- no thank you!" i stutter, making Uraraka giggle at me.
"Okay then; pay attention please." he replied and signaled to the actors a restart of the scene.
I turned my eyes to the stage as Ochako mouthed something at me.
Understudy.
My heart shattered and fell into my feet in shards. She was right- there is a reason i'm understudy. Jirou seemed to spot it and put her arm on my shoulder, frowning at her on the stage. Her ear jacks brushed against my neck sending shivers down my spine.
"Don't worry about it, she's starting to inflate her ego ," her voice lowered even more "Just like her quirk."
I smile and watch her as she gently plucks the guitar with her fingers, her head looking up to the roof. Why did i never speak to her sooner?

Jirou pov

The strings of the guitar gently vibrated in my fingers, filling my body with joy. It felt refreshing to play on an acoustic guitar for a change; a nice relaxing sound for the old jacks to listen to.
"That's all for today!" Iida announces. "Please return the props to their rightful space and hang your costumes up in the changing room."
I kneeled and slid the guitar into the case and zipped it up, hauling it onto my back. I look up to see Momo standing over me.
"Hello?" i say to her and twizzle my jacks in between my fingers.
"Hi, i was uhm wondering if i could walk with you to the dorms? It's just an idea by the way, incase you didn't want to."
I honestly had no idea why Momo of all people would want to be seen with me, let alone walk with me.
"Sure!" i reply and shrug my shoulders, setting off with her. "Don't worry about me not wanting to- it's not like i have a line of people wanting to be with me." i chuckle.
"Hey, don't say that!" she replied and looked at me, scrunching her eyebrows up.
"It's true, you don't really get heaps of girls begging to befriend you when you're a socially awkward emo."
"I'm sure that's a lie..."
i stand still and look at her, my eyebrows frowning.
"Even Mineta wont go anywhere near me; and that says something." i carry on walking and she scurries to catch up with me.
"Well i think that you're funny and kind and caring. I doubt that someone like Ochako would do what you did for me if the roles were reversed. Besides, you've got alot going for you."
I listen to her ramble and start to blush.
"You think?" i ask.
"Of course! You have amazing fashion with a great quirk, a good sense of humour, heaps of musical talent and the ability to have a backbone when people are being rude." she spoke so passionately about me, like i was some sort of celebrity.
"Well, you're cool aswell." i stutter, itching my face to cover my vibrant red cheeks.
"But this isn't about me, it's about you." her gleefull voice chirped. "Don't put yourself in a box of labels marked bad, look at all of the good in you."
Words tried to form in my head but to no avail- for Momo had left me speechless.
"You're 3F aren't you?" she asked, gripping the script in her hands. Words finally take shape into my mind.
"Oh, yeah!" i awnser back, nervously chuckling after.
"I'll see you tomorrow!" she calls out, waving as she walked away.
I open the door to my room and flop on my bed.
Why the hell does she think of me like that!?