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Tangled Headphones

Midoriya was completely caught off guard. "My notebook?" Looking down at it, pressed against his chest.

Jirou seemed pissed, a vein on her forehead was throbbing, and she had heated cheeks. She gave a final shove, and Deku stumbled back. He fumbled, but caught his book before it hit the ground.

"What are you? Some kind of pervert with a quirk fetish? Huh?!" She barked, her earphone jacks threatened to sick him like snakes.

Midoriya's eyes almost bulged out from her words. He was hugging his notebook. "P-Pervert? Nani? What are you talking about?"

"We read through it, that book is an invasion of everyone's privacy. I read the part where you said if Mina gets stressed, her acid starts to burn through her clothes!"

"Huh? But that was just an observation-" He was gonna mention how it could be used to get out of restraints if she was in trouble.

"Or how Mineta could use his quirk to stick people together. That's sick, dude. You were probably thinking of Uraraka and Momo."

"What? No, that's purely tacti-"

"Or Tsuyu and her tounge."

Deku was growing a sweatdrop. '...Who's the real pervert?'

He cleared his throat. "All of those were only observations." His cheeks were growing red at the idea of quirks being used in lewd ways, especially Froppy's tounge. "I-I never thought of quirks l-like th-that. Aren't they usually meant for being a hero." 'Nani? You can use them for sexual purposes?! One for all... Definitely not!'

Jirou had a moment of guilt. 'He's too pure.' Then she did a recap of everything she read. It was innocent enough, maybe she blew it out of proportion. The first thing she read was what he wrote about her, it flustered her thought pattern. '...And I invaded his privacy... Fuck, oi, am I the pervert?' "Hey, look, um sorry. I got caught up with Mina, and overreacted when I saw what you wrote about me..." She was twiddling one of her earphone jacks around her finger, like a lock of hair. 'Why am I so rude to him?'

Midoriya observed her quick change in mood. 'She was just embarrassed, and used my notebook as a way to blow off some frustration...' He was going to smile at the thought, but, 'Wait, that means she read that!'

Midoriya was starting to panick, taking a confused step forward and back, clutching his notebook shut, not wanting to spill what already was. "Um, Jirou, I- What you read, I mean, it was only for me. I didn't think anyone else would read my notebook."

She grew the same blush, waving her arms in front of herself. "I didn't mean to invade your privacy, I was honestly going to give it back to you, but curiosity got the better of me." She gave an awkward laugh of guilt.

They both stared down. The cars beneath them echoed their anxiety. One was embarrassed of what he wrote, the other embarrassed of what she read.

Midoriya took a deep breath. "No, sorry. You're right, my notebook is an invasion of everyone's privacy. I should of asked you guys if it was okay to analyze your quirks. I should of been aware of how self-conscious some of you were about it. I barely found mine, and I get it, it's apart of your body. When people start talking about mine, I get nervous-"

He was rambling again. Jirou began to laugh. "Gosh Midoriya, you're so sensitive and dense at the same time!"

"Huh, is that a complement?"

Her grin turned into a gentle smile. "Yeah, I think it is." She hesitated with a heart beat skip, 'might as well ask.' "So, um, did you mean it? What you wrote?"

Gulp. "Yeah."

Her knees were weak to the vocal honesty. She didn't need to reply. Her smile was the prefect response for Midoriya.

"Hey, wanna walk home together?"

"Sure." She skimmed over a pebble with her heel, it hit the right note as the sun set.

And they began to walk side by side.

Page: Jirou

Her quirk is versatile on all aspects. She can extend her earphones for attacks and defense. She can plug them into just about anything so she would be prefect for reconnaissance, and stealth missions.

Ps: The other day I saw them get tangled and thought it was a cute side of Jirou, that I wouldn't mind seeing again.