Cords to a story (Complete)

El Manana

4:08 A.M.

Izuku: Sorry I snuck out on you, I just had to get back to my room before anyone noticed. I'm a try to catch a few Zzz

6:30 A.M.

Momo: Yes, well last night was... Unexpected. But you're probably asleep. Sweet dreams Izuku.

Izuku: No, I'm up lol

Momo: Oh how embarrassing! You let me send you a sleep well text!

Izuku: Lol no, I woke up from my phone vibrating, sorry and thanks for the text! But, we should finish our talk...

Momo is typing

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Delete

Izuku is typing

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Izuku:? ? ?

Last seen at 6:33 A.M.

Izuku stared at the conversation, trying to force it to come up with a response, or at least show Momo typing. "I guess she wasn't expecting me to reply." He sighed dropping his phone beside him on the bed. His eyes were heavy and he let them close. "...Fuck..." Fading to darkness. Kyouka was a bad influence.

Izuku groaned after properly waking up. He sat up on the bed and rubbed his eyes. "I need to talk to Kyouka too." He threw the blanket off and landed his feet on the floor. He ruffled his bed hair, before bringing his right hand to his lap. He focused on the scars. He clenched his fist and nodded. "I'll definitely tell Kyouka the whole truth..."

He was about to begin his normal routine but checked his phone first, he was going to send a cute wake-up text to Kyouka. His eyes grew, staring at the notification. He clicked on the text and opened up the conversation again. Gulp.

Sent at 6:53 A.M.

Momo: I have reflected on my actions Izuku... I don't think we need to finish our conversation. Last night you expressed your desire to remain friends and I understand. I want that too, even if I was secretly hoping that either you or Jirou would notice me in that way, I should have never forced either of you two. I was desperate for an ounce of affection, I was jealous of what developed between you and Jirou while I was left out, because of it I acted in such a vulgar way. I still feel responsible for the mall even if you have forgiven me. I made so many foolish attempts for attention involving both of you. I have only caused hardships for you and Jirou. But Izuku, I want to keep pretending what we shared never happened... I just want that for myself... A stupid dream where I can pretend you are mine. Is it okay if I wish for that?

"Momo..." Izuku kept rereading the text. He felt so helpless. He glanced at the time on the corner of his screen. "7:46." He sighed trying to come up with a proper response.

Izuku is typing.

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Delete.

Izuku is typing.

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Delete.

Izuku is typing.

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Delete.

Izuku is typing.

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Delete.

He glared at the empty message. No matter what he typed, it felt wrong. "Momo deserves better than a cheap reply." He dropped his phone back on his bed. He rubbed both his hands up and down his face in groggy frustration. "Ahh, what do I say, what do I do?" He felt like he made the situation between them worse. He dropped his hands on his lap, groaning in defeat.

A gentle breeze fluttered through the balcony. He forgot to close the door when he snuck back in. It feathered a weak noise. Izuku followed it. He rose an eyebrow. His lips slowly grow, starting at the untouched treasure.

Momo was fixing her hair, sitting across her vanity mirror. She set down the brush and sighed. She checked her phone. Nothing. "It says Izuku saw my message. He usually replies quickly." But she felt, given the topic of conversation a reply might be hard. "No matter! The day has just started! Let's do our best!" She cheered herself in the mirror. She tied her hair up in her signature ponytail.

It slipped under her door.

"Ara?" Momo turned to the sound. "Wait, that's?"

A guitar was strumming an upbeat affectionate chord. Her legs were dangling off the balcony edge without a care.

"I thought I'd find you here." A hand grabbed the ledge, pulling himself up. "You weren't eating breakfast with the rest so I figured I'd stop by like a friendly neighborhood Spiderman!" He joked.

"Hey, babe. Sure just use your quirk to sneak up to me." Kyouka greeted with her sarcasm, then went back to her simplistic, yet caring rhythm. Izuku smiled back at her and took a seat beside her. He kept quiet hearing her play her music.

The acoustic melody played throughout the morning.

Momo walked to the door before bending down to pick it up. "This is..." The notebook she gave Izuku. "Why would he give this back?" She grew a bad premonition. She sat on her bed holding the notebook. She glanced at the ruffled mess of where they slept last night. Her hand smoothed over that spot with a sad smile. Her little dream.

The cute acoustic played subconsciously in the background.

She took a deep breath before opening it. Her eyes grew at the sight.

"It feels like everything's going to be fine." Izuku mumbled.

"Hm? Something wrong Izuku?" Kyouka nudged him for an answer.

"Nothing babe." He casually replied, laying his arm over her shoulders. "Keep playing."

Kyouka leaned against him. "You like it?"

"As much as the first time I heard you play." He nodded against the hair pressed against his cheek.

And so the acoustic melody kept playing.

"Oh my God..." Her eyes were twinkling a liquid shine. "Izuku..." She cupped a hand over mouth.

Upon opening the notebook, on the cover side, a page from his old notebook was torn and taped to it.

On the page were scribbles of Izuku's thoughts on her quirk, a page dedicated to Momo. Her eyes grew misty seeing a ticket stub of the movie they went to see attached in the corner. Her fingers traced over the faded memory. The page had many notes, not just analytical observations. On the margin, it read, 'Me and Momo went out, at first she said it wasn't a date but then she did... I was confused when I learned that... But, I mean, Momo is great. If things don't work out with Kyouka, I think I'll ask her out, but this time it would be a proper date between us!' Momo's lips couldn't force back the frown developing. "He really thought that?" She knew it was true because it was faded penmanship.

Momo's eyes glided to the other side with the first page of her notebook. She slowly read over every word.

Dear Momo,

I don't really like the way things turned out for us. I never knew why, but I could never write in this notebook. I tried, I really did, but I think it has to do with what we shared... But I don't think of it as a bad thing. I just feel like this notebook, along with that moment, belong to you...

Sorry, I shouldn't have asked you to give it up. But I just want you to know that I have thought about what our relationship could have been...

Momo, this is my sentiment to you... Even if I can't say it, at least I can write it and I hope you can keep it as yours and only yours... our little memory belongs to you.

Momo, even if turned out this way, I just wanted you to know at the very least. I do love you.

Momo embraced the notebook with consolation. She held it tight over her bosom. "Oh, Izuku... I love you too."