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Reminiscent Reminiscent

"B-Break up? Y-You can't be serious? T-Tell me you're joking, Kyouka."

"Izuku... Don't you think we rushed into this too fast?"

"... I, maybe, but that doesn't change anything, does it? I want to be with you, only you."

"I'm... It's just scary, alright. I need time to think."

"...Kyouka..."

Izuku pulled his lips away. He opened his eyes to stare down at her.

She was waiting for his lips to reclaim hers. They didn't. She peeked, slightly opening her eyelids.

He was smiling. His green orbs held a tender misty shine. His thumb smoothed over her newly rosy cheeks.

Her hand slid down his arm, it ended over his fist, holding it dearly. "What are you doing?" Sighing out a loving lyric.

Izuku's eyes took in her radiating raindrop melody beauty. He lowered his forehead and pressed it against her weather pale one. "Enjoying this moment."

She tilted her head confused. "You're so weird." She breathed out affectionately, hugging locks of his hair. Her thighs warm-wantingly smothered around his waist.

Their eyes were hidden and their lips embraced. The rain, it streamed down the window. Droplets reunited and broke apart, falling down...

Midoriya had a blank broken stare. The rain was splashing on the pond in front of him. "Ara?" His eyes helplessly rose to the sky. He lowered them again, staring at the piano key played pond.

Kyouka was gone.

He slumped up, subconsciously. His red boots trudged through mud, as he walked home. Drops slipped off his hair, running down his face accompanied by a liquid that would blink out of his eyes.

He stepped inside his home, greeted by his mom. "Izuku dear! Did you have fun at the mall? Did you go with that polite girl you brought a few days ago?" Referring to Jirou.

"Hey, mom." His voice was somber, and he didn't really pay attention to anything. "I'm kind of tired. I think I'm just gonna go to bed." He didn't glance at anything in particular, as he walked to his room. He had jaded empty eyes.

"Izuku? Oh, okay?"

He changed out of his wet clothes into dry, home, clothes. He sighed along with the mattress springs as he collapsed on it.

"What do I do now..?" He weakly whispered, going to sleep.

They were perched on the edge of the veranda. Their legs were dangling along to the calm wind.

Jirou held out her hand. "The rain is my favorite." Catching slips of water.

The grey clouds were enveloping the coming night, blocking out the sunset.

Izuku rocked back and forth. "I like the sunshine, but I could like this too..." He smiled to himself. "Especially after today."

Jirou tensed but then turned to him.

Izuku covered his mouth. "Crap, did I say that out loud!" With bright red cheeks.

She giggled. Her hand went under his jaw and sneakily grabbed the cheek faced away from her. She pulled him close and pecked the edge of his lip and cheek. "Chill, Izuku." But her voice wasn't hardcore, it was a scratchy whisper.

His hand left the ledge and landed on her lap. He turned his head to her and their noses nuzzled.

"Izuku?"

"Hm?" He released a comfortable note.

Her hands held his face and his kept hold of her body.

"How did we? Is this even happening?"

He nodded his head against hers. He answered her questions with a delicate press to the lips.

She smiled at his response. She rested her head on his shoulder, lowering her hands to his chest and back. "Let's stay like this for a while." She sighed, staring at the melancholic mood of the rainy city skyline.

Click. She opened the door and slammed it shut.

"Oh hi, Kyouka! Would you be interested-" Her mom and dad we back. Her mother was about to offer a signed poster of a band they toured with.

"I'm going to my room." She grumbled, running up the stairs.

"What's with her?" Her dad mumbled from the living room.

"Hm, I wonder if it's about a boy?"

They heard her yank open the door and slam it, just as how she entered.

Jirou ran straight out to the veranda, dropping her crossed arms on the ledge and placing her head on it.

Jirou rose her head, staring back at the skyline. "I'm not gonna be someone's second choice." She glared her eyes. 'I saw his lips move along with hers... You can't tell me that didn't mean anything.' She went back inside and slid the door closed, this time without the strength she had.

Ding-dong!

Kyouka took light steps down the stairs of her home. "Who could that be?" She reached the door and opened it. It was noon, yeah, but she was still in her comfy PJs, it was Sunday.

"Fear not! I am here!"

"All-Might!" Jirou stumbled back, raising her arms shocked. She lowered them, realizing, "A stuffed doll?"

Two hands were holding him up to her face. He squeezed the doll, and it repeated the phrase. Deku moved his head to the side so she could see him. He revealed a cheerful grin. "Like it?"

"Izuku? You almost gave me a heart attack." She smacked his shoulder. He simply laughed it off.

"S-Sorry, but I spent the whole morning playing the claw machine, getting it for you!"

"Huh?" She had confused comical eyes. "But he's, like, your favorite, right?"

He nodded but kept shoving the gift in her hands. "Yeah, but yesterday I saw you eyeing him, you know, back at the arcade!"

Jirou embarrassingly sucked in her lips, keeping them shut. Her cheeks puffed red.

"He's your favorite too, ne?"

Her lips came out as a pout, finally giving in and holding the stuffed All-Might doll. "Yeah." She grew more comfortable with the protective gift. "He's the best, huh?!" She proclaimed, staring up at Deku with glimmering eyes of excitement.

Izuku chuckled, agreeing completely. "And I thought you would feel safe whenever you hold him. I do, when I hold one of the ones I have!"

Blank stare. "One of the ones you have?"

Cringed eyes without their pupils. "I-I mean! Um!"

She broke into a fit of giggles, embracing the gift. "Thank you, Izuku." Surprising him with a hip-beat skip, smooch.

"Stupid rain." Kyouka croaked with a cracked voice box. The tapping window from the droplets reminded her and she wanted to only ignore it. She was curled up on her bed, clutching the All-Might doll. She hugged him tighter for a moment to hear it. She buried her mid-night tears on her pillow.

"Fear not! I am here!" But all she could hear was Deku's voice.

"Hey, Izuku?"

"Yeah, Kyouka?"

"I'm glad we're together."