Cords to a story (Complete)

Raindrops

Izuku was waiting at a bus stop. He was wearing his signature red boots, black cargo pants, a loose belt, a white collar shirt, and his green unzipped hoodie.

Deku's eyes fell on the sidewalk. They scrunched up recalling his conversation with Uraraka.

"Hey, Deku!" She ran up to him, as he got his shoes out of the locker.

"Hm, oh Uraraka." He smiled, turning to her.

She had a delightful grin, and swayed back and forth, on the balls of her feet. "Iida was thinking, that we should hang out this weekend! What do you say?!"

"This weekend? S-Sorry, I have plans with Kyouka." He didn't notice the subtle dread in her eyes. "I know, how about next weekend? We could go to the mall or something, all of us!"

"A-All of us?" That meant Jirou too, didn't it? Her eyes were shadowed, but she lit up her face. "Sure! Sounds fun! We haven't hung out in a while, so we just thought that... Hahaha." She laughed off.

He rubbed his chin in thought. She had a point. "Hey, how about we walk home together." She grew cheerful eyes at his words. "Kyouka is pretty easygoing around everyone, I don't think she'll mind."

Uraraka subconsciously skid back with one foot. "Ugh, a-actually Iida and I were going to visit his brother, he's still recovering at the hospital, so..."

"Oh, I should go too, I was worried about Iida when I heard about his brother-" about to begin his caring, innocent, blubbering that Uraraka enjoyed hearing, but now every word was a thorn hidden under the rose of his paragraph.

"It's fine, really!" She waved her arms in front of herself. She walked away from the conversation and the internal situation she was facing.

"Uraraka?"

"She was definitely acting weird."

The bus stopped and opened.

He lifted his head up. He saw her beginning to walk out the steps. She grinned and let out a skip as she spotted him. She was rocking the punk aesthetic. A purple choker, a white tank top with an album cover of her favorite band, a black jacket that barely passed below her ribcage, ripped up jeans, and black boots.

"Yo, Izuku." With a wave of her fingers.

"Hey, Kyouka."

They began to walk on the busy street. "Were you waiting long?"

"No. I just got here." He smiled at her. 'I actually came an hour earlier...'

They headed into the arcade. "Why'd we come here?" Not that she was complaining. She walked further inside, then turned to him.

He gave an innocent answer. "Because they have music-based games, kinda like a warm up!"

She cracked a grin before laughing. "Damn, you're really into that supportive crap, huh?"

Deku didn't feel insulted though. Her voice was sincere. His lips curved gently.

"But thanks, I do appreciate it." She had that quiet, endearing, smile.

"...Kyouka-" He caught his accidental affection gasp. "Y-Yeah, don't mention it."

"Hey, let's play some Zombies!" She ran to a game with two pistols. "You know, have some fun before the 'concert.'" She teased.

'Her eyes had a gleam of spring. I didn't see the melancholic, aloof, sarcastic side of her everyone knew. This was someone I wanted to know better, the side of Kyouka I talked about in my notebook.'

"W-Wait up!" He finished his inner monologue and joined her.

She playfully rolled her eyes, back to her snarky attitude. "What was up with you, I thought you were on pause for a moment. Don't tell me you also ramble mentally?" She smirked, seeing the shy guilt in his tinted cheeks. "You do?" She nudged him with her elbow. "So what was it about?" She enjoyed messing with him.