My made up song

chapter 9

Izuku Pov

"Jiro, I'm gonna take the trash out! I'll be back in a few!" I yelled out, slipping my headphones back into my ears.

It was almost closing time, so Jiro and I were starting the closing routine for the store. Records was small, family owned business. It was owned by a man named Hizashi Yamada and his wife. They were a very nice family, and they hired Jiro and I during our first interview.

We pretty much ran the shop, as the Yamada's traveled a lot.

I watched Jiro nod in acknowledgment before I walked towards the back door leading out the ally holding the dumpsters.

It had been a few weeks since Katsuki had come over for dinner, and things were moving along greatly. We were exclusive, and definitely seeing each other. But we haven't had the actual relationship status talk yet. I know for sure that I wanted that official boyfriend title, and I was pretty sure Kachaan wanted the same. I just had to work up the courage to ask.

Something about a relationship still made me a bit weary, but I trusted him. He let me set the pace but he knew when to be gentle and when to take control. It's like he just knew what I needed and when I needed it. Most of the time I don't even know what I need, he just seems to get me. It's a match seemingly made in heaven.

Sometimes he liked to call me his angel, and I always argued with him that I definitely was anything but an angel. But the way his eyes would go soft when he said it, his touch barely there, lips lightly quirked at the corners... I know he truly meant it.

Cheesy, I know.

It's Quite comical coming from me, considering a month ago my thoughts on love were so cynical. Believe me, it's not lost on me. But he made me feel so warm and happy. I couldn't bring myself to mind the sappiness of it all. It was endearing.

I've met a few more of his friends since then, who he insisted weren't his friends, But it was quite clear they were a fairly tight knit group. Denki, Mina, Sero, and obviously, Kirishima were his main group of friends.

I adored all of them, and I was happy to know that Kachaan had people that loved and looked out for him. It warmed my heart to see their dynamic.

I checked the time on my phone, one hour left.

I noticed I had a text from Kachaan from about 30 minutes ago, stating that he was picking me up from work. I rolled my eyes, he hated me walking home or taking the bus, especially when I worked late. I had figured he would want to pick me up though, so I let Jiro know that I might slip out a few minutes early in the event that he arrived a few minutes before my time to leave.

It was sweet that he worried so much, but i'd walked home from work for several years now. I think if something was going to happen, it probably would have by now.

I didn't bother texting back, slipping my phone into my back pocket of my jeans. The sooner I got everything done, the earlier Jiro and I could go home.

Using my back to open the door, I shivered as the cool air hit my skin. I'd left my coat inside, and the December air wasn't forgiving. I propped the door open with the stand next to the door, struggling with the heavy bags in my arms.

I managed to sling it into the large can, mumbling along to the song that was playing through my headphones. It was one of my favorite bands, Kaleo.

"It weighs heavier on one's heart

I could tell right from the start that sweet ones are hard to come across

Well there is more than meets the eye