Quirkless Isn't Hopeless (Complete)

Patience

The rolling tracks were distinct in his ears. The train came to a screeching stop. The people left in a mass of pure blur. He narrowed his eyes, trying to scan each one individually. Eventually, they all left.

"Oh dear, I don't think she was in that one." A voice chimed in.

He absently turned his head to the girl sitting on the bench next to him. They were waiting at an elevated train stop. "A-Ah, I guess not, huh." But it came out hurried. "Wh-What if they got on the wrong one? Do you think I should call? I have her phone number. I-I'm gonna call." He was mumbling in that high pitch voice as he pulled out his phone, turning it on.

"Izuku, relax we haven't been waiting for that long." She placed her hand over his phone, resting it on his lap.

"Y-Yeah, you're probably right, Momo." His eyes lost the anxiety swimming around his orbs. "It's just..."He couldn't quite explain, rubbing the back of his hair with his right hand.

She giggled, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. "P-Pardon! Really, it's just been a while since I saw that." She excused. She peeked at his confused expression. She cleared her throat, recomposing herself but adding a small smile. "I mean, it's rare to see that nervous side of you anymore."

"What? I still suffer from social anxiety." He played off but Momo wasn't sure if he meant to add the sarcasm or not.

"Although that may be true, it's different now. It's like you're not really yourself sometimes. Sometimes, it feels like you're struggling just to act like you. I... I don't know what I'm talking about, I'm sorry." She gave up, not knowing how to explain her thoughts.

"No Momo, I actually think there might be some truth in that. I don't really know how to feel sometimes?" As if asking himself for clarification as well. "So maybe I... I guess that's just what I do now. B-But I don't when I'm with you, Momo, I don't think about any of that... I don't have to."

"Oh Izuku, I think that parallels so well with my sentiments towards you." Her lips lifted as his did too. They leaned on each other's shoulders, enjoying each other's company.

"Remember when we first started school and they voted for you as class president? You were so nervous standing next to me. It was cute." She continued the conversation of his nervousness. She added a tease at the end, seeing his cheeks tint as he recalled the memory.

"H-Hey, that's not fair. I wasn't used to the pressure, besides Iida was the better choice, anyway. I don't know how you two have been keeping everyone in line." He chuckled a little.

Her shoulders sagged and a fatigued sigh came out, even the bounce in her ponytail deflated. "It has been a few exhausting years."

"Aw, come here." Izuku joked but nestled her into a hug, wrapping an arm over her shoulders, bringing her next to him.

She playfully struggled, smacking his chest. "Stop, it's embarrassing."

"Let's see if I can bring some life back into this." Izuku had a grin, as he began to play around with the swirl of her ponytail. His eyes grew after he attempted to poke some of the pointy ends.

Wiggle, wiggle.

"It twitched?" With awe.

"Eeip!" She almost cried, shutting her mouth. She dared to glance up at his expression. His eyes were fixated, analyzing her raven locks. "Kyaah! No!" She began to actually struggle, trying to get her hair away from his obvious intentions.

"C'mon, is it ticklish?" He easily let his grip go with a laugh.

She stood up and turned to him crossing her arms under her bust, doing her best to keep her composer. "N-No, of course not. It just does stuff like that, it's like it has a mind of its own."

"That is adorable."

"Shut up." She squealed, her cheeks tinting also adorably pink. She couldn't make eye contact, turning her head and eyes slightly down and to the side, with a pout. She lifted her index finger, tapping it on her lips, debating whether to look at him or not, trying to raise her eyes but squirming out of the attempt.

A cold winter wind blew over the train tracks, grazing past them. His green eyes became an enamored emerald.

The wind flowed through the swirl of her ponytail. Her raven locks scattered like departed cherry blossoms. She was beautifully reflecting the fluttering cold as if she always had, all her life... He gasped at how she didn't know she was displaying herself.

"It was the same back then too." It came out breathlessly but she heard it.

She lost her embarrassment, turning her head back to him, asking. "The same?" Tilting her head. She went to sit by him as he talked.

"Oh, um, nothing." He shook his head but kept a remembering smile. "The way your hair did that. The way the wind seemed to dance around you, it reminded me of when I saw you playing the piano on the roof."

"My, you're rather fond of that memory, ne?" Momo scooted next to him, placing her hand over his. "Could I ask why?"

He naturally interlocked his fingers with hers, holding her hand. "Yeah..." It came out raspy, almost strained. He cleared his throat. "I mean, yeah, I didn't really know why that memory always stuck with me but," He rubbed his thumb over her soft skin, "I think I understand a little bit of it now. That day was the first time after, er, um, after A-All-Might, after he..." Struggling to say the words.

Momo's eyes winced slight wide. 'He still can't talk about it...' Izuku was never the same after All-Might's funeral. And after knowing him throughout their nights she had observed that it was as if he couldn't distinguish between pleasure and sorrow. She inwardly flinched. 'Am I any different?' She mentally slapped herself. This wasn't the time for self-pity. Izuku and her were both working on being better. She squeezed his hand with support. "Yes, Izuku, I know, go on." She placed her other hand on his same arm, rubbing up and down in a comforting gesture.

"Yeah, thanks but like I was saying when I heard you-, saw you... It was the first time I felt something... After everything happened."

"Oh, Izuku, I never knew..."

"Yeah, but..?"

"Yes, of course."

And they continued to hold hands as they waited for Eri.

Izuku was skating across the buildings. He had been mindlessly going around since he left the park. Everything he talked about with Kyouka kept replaying like a broken record player.

He landed on a roof with a harsh skid. "I talked to Asui, to Hatsume, and now Kyouka." He bit his bottom lip before groaning, forcing himself to acknowledge it. "I have to talk to Uraraka and... Yui." He knew she would be the most difficult.

He dropped his head, holding it up with his hand. "And now Overhaul... Kyouka says everything is fine but." He gritted his teeth, shutting his eyes.

"Agh!"

He rubbed his sluggish eyes. He pulled his hand away from his face. He faced up at the sky. "It's night, already?" Feeling the pale light of the moon.

Izuku was confused and conflicted even more so than ever after talking with Kyouka.

Alone, he skated under the constellations, heading to the only place that comforted and made sense to him.