A Bond that's Stonger than Words (MHAxSoulEater)

Chapter 3: Kyoka Jiro: Enemy or Just Good at Making Wisecracks?

  [Deku POV]

  "Hi?" I say, nervousness dripping from my every word. I hope that I don't screw up speaking. "Hofe are ye?" 'FUCK!'. She chuckled. "Glad to see there'ssomeone more awkward than me here, bushhead," she commented. "Bushhead?" I mumble out, probably tearfully. She noticed this, and responded, "Woah, dude. It was just a joke." "O-Oh," was all I had to say, because I didn't want to seem like an idiot. "So," she asks, "What was that back there? Ya know, the green lightning and stuff. Sure wasn't my quirk. And I thought people with multiple weapon forms didn't exist anymore." "W-Well," I stutter out, "I-I'll tell you, but you have to keep it a secret." She nods, and I mentally prepare myself. "You see," I say, "I-I'm a weapon with a q-quirk." Her eyes widen, and she looks at me with intrigue. "I thought that was impossible," She said, to which I replied, "My parents thought so, too. My quirk is called stockpile. I stockpile energy in my body and release it, and I also have the weapon forms of people in my family." "Woah," Jiro responded, suprised, "That's pretty cool. Hey, we made a great team back there, veggie head. I'm sure we passed, so if we're in the same class, wanna be partners?" "S-Sure," i mumble out, confused about the 'veggie head' remark. "Dude, still a joke," she said, which eased my worriedness a bit. Ican't tell if she's insulting me, or just giving me nicknames that make a remark about my hair color.

  "Aight," She says, getting up, "Let's get out of here. We don't need healing, so we're fine. Recovery Girl probably has more patients anyways." I just nodd, and she grabs my wrist, leading me out of the UA campus and into the busy streets of Musutafu. "W-Where are we going!?" I squeal, and she replies, "Somewhere more fun than the doctor's office." She drgs me into a music store, probably to buy some CDs. "What kind of music do you like?" she asked me, to which I had no clue to the answer. "U-Umm, I-I'm not s-sure," I say, and she gives me a look of sympathy. "We're expanding your musical tastes. Now," she states, dragging me into different sections for different genres of music. She bought me some albums of bands she listens to, and we left the store. "N-Now where to?" I ask, embarassed because I now realized she was holding my hand. "Let's get something to eat," she says, and she spent the rest of the day dragging me around town to check out different places.

It was about sunset, when I said it was probably about time we got home. I walked with her to her place to make sure she got there safe. "Hey, Tree-head," she said, "Keep in touch. Here's my number." She ripped off a bit of paper she had in her pocket from the practical,wrote down a phone number, and handed it to me. I slightly got used to her nicknames for me. "S-See you, Jiro-san," I say, before leaving, going towards my apartment building.

  I open my room's door, to see my mom siitng on my bed, staring at the door. Her look of worry cahnged to a look of releif. Then, her eyebrows furrowed. "Where have you been young man?" Mom asked me. I had told her about One for All and me being All Might's successor, to which she didn't beleive until All Might showed her his skinny form and confirmed it himself. So, I have a ready excuse. "I was out training with All Might," I say, as releif flooded into my heart. My rolling chair at my desk turned around. "Wanna try again?" All Might, who was in the chair asked.

  "W-When did you get here, All Might?" I asked nervously, to which he replied, "Not important. Where were you young man?" "I-I was out with a friend," I admit, and I hung my head. "OH MY GUDNESSS!" Mom shouted, hugging me, "YOU FINALLY MADE A FRIEND!!" All Might just smiled, and I had to ask Mom to calm down, lest there be water damage to my bedroom. We had katsudon that night.