Cords to a story (Complete)

Cord to a story

He was running at a slow pace to the park. A nice morning jog. She was sitting, cross-legged, on a bench, in front of a quiet pond. She tuned a few cords on her guitar.

He turned a corner and into the park. He huffed a few breaths, trying to keep his breathing even. She tried to match the sting's pitch to her voice. She was naturally always in tune.

He began to slow down, hearing a soothing voice. He went to a complete walk, looking for the alluring sound, coming down the path. He paused a few yards away from the pond. His eyes wide. The sight in front of him was just as endearing as her voice.

Jirou was sitting on a bench, under a cherry blossom tree. A few petals had landed on the water. A bird was perched on a branch above Jirou, taking care of her little chicks. A few ducks had waddled over to her. Her eyes were closed and her hand was tuning the guitar. Nature was enjoying the song as he was.

He was entranced by the sight of serenity and sound of life. He never knew the snarky, mellow, aloof teen could be beautiful.

Getting the note to hit just right, she sighed content, opening her eyes. "M-Midoriya?" The girl uncrossed her legs and scooted to the corner of the bench, her knees to her chest, hiding behind her guitar.

'She's shy?' Until he realized he invade a personal moment of hers. His cheeks heated up. "E-Eh. No! I-I wasn't trying to-! You see, I was just going out for a jog, when I happend to stumble upon..." He waved his hands trying to explain and hide his blush.

Jirou's head peaked around the guitar as he explained. Her bashful blush of embarrassment slowly faded, back to her usual cool demeanor, then into a full blown teasing grin. He was kind of adorable when he was nervous. She was about to tell him to chill out and it was no big deal.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you, Jirou. I just wanted to admire the beautiful scenery you created."

She glanced around. Nothing around her looked special. But to Midoriya's eyes it was the definition of peace, of why he wanted to be a hero. These moments. "I guess." She spoke, more relaxed, dropping one of her knees off the bench, the guitar leaned on her chest and she loosely hugged it. She had a weak smile, staring off. 'Beautiful, huh?' "You thought it was good?" Rising her doubtful eyes to meet his reassuring ones.

Midoriya lost some of his nerves and nodded. "Yea, I never witnessed something so, um, how do I put it," He snapped his fingers, coming up with an explanation. "It was really pure, Jirou!"

"Th-Thanks." She looked away with a forced pout, to hide her tinted cheeks. Her earphone jacks twiddled against eachother as if they were her fingers. "Wanna stay and hear more?"

"E-Eh, I don't want to impose if it's-"

She giggled, getting more comfortable on the bench. "Chill Midoriya, it's not a big deal, you just shocked me earlier." Even though it kind of was a big deal. She never really played for someone. It was more of a hobby. She only came out today cause it was a peaceful morning, believing nobody woud be out during the rising sun.

He cleared his throat and nodded. "Thanks." Taking a seat. Awkward pause. 'This is the first time we actaully had a conversation. M-Maybe I should break the ice.' He opened his mouth.

She beat him to it. "Sorry if it's no good, you are the first person I ever played for."

"Oh." He balled his fist over his shorts. That was a lot of pressure, on both of them. "Give it your best! I'm rooting for you!"

"Huh, Midoriya? This isn't like the sports festival. You don't have to cheer."

He rubbed the back of his head with a bashful chuckle. "I know, but everyone in class is always there to support each other, even Kacchan, in his own way." He straightened out his face looking at the petals on the pond. "I guess," He turned and locked eyes with her, "I just want you to know I'm supporting you too, even with these things." Finishing with a hero's inoccent smile.

She heated up and her earjacks went sporadic for a moment. "Damnit they're tangled!" She shoved her guitar into his arms, and tried to free her earjacks.

"Eh, Jirou? Can I help?" 'What? They can get tangled?' He never knew that.

"It's fine, ugh, whatever." She gave up and stood. She yanked the guitar from his hands and began to stomp away. 'That damn Midoriya.' She had never been so flustered so easily. She wanted to be angry at him, rather than feel this, whatever it was.

"H-Hold up." Midoriya tapped her shoulder. She paused with a huff. She gave in and turned to him, but her eyes remained away.

His fingers were gentle as he focused on her earjacks. Her cheeks heated up more, and her determination to not meet his eyes faltered. "I shouldn't have been so obnoxious, sorry."

'Damn him and his kind personality.' "It's cool." Still refusing to meet his gaze.

"I know today is out of the question, but maybe later, I could hear you play, just us two?"

She finally decided to equal his eyes. She stared up at him. Her lips parted. He was so close and his cheerful freckles and eyes were too much. She dropped her eyes and shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, if you want?"

"Great, I'll hold you to that Jirou." He finished untangling them. "There, all better. Um, I should finish my morning workout, see you later." He waved off, continuing his jog.

"Yeah... see you later." She kept staring at his back, as he disappeared from view. "...Wait, did he just ask me out?"

After his jog, Deku decide to take a break. He was jugging a water bottle, recalling his conversation with Jirou, then it all sprouted out like a water fountain. "DID I JUST ACCIDENTALLY ASK JIROU OUT? AND SHE SAID YES!"