4

Lowkey concert


"No, no, no, no!" He was holding the phone impatiently. He knew Iida probably wouldn't answer, so he had one option. "Come on, come on." The dial tone was tormenting for him.

Until, "Hey Deku! What's up, I just finished patrol and was gonna get ready."

"Uraraka! Thank God you answered!"

"Eh?! God?!" Suprised from his desperation.

Izuku explained how he accidentally invited Camie to see Jirou's band. "You know how bad this is? Why did I have to open my mouth?" He groaned, but he heard a giggle on the other side.

"Don't worry Deku, I'll try to be the neutral area for Jirou and Camie, maybe they can be friends!"

Izuku sighed. "Yeah, I hope so, but at the same time... I'm nervous. Jirou, she was..."

"I know Deku, I know Deku." It was a quiet sadness on both lines until she broke it. "But it's going to be alright! Just take a leap of faith!"

"Yeah, I guess you're right, I can't back out now. Thanks, Uraraka, I'll see you there."

"Yeah, give it your best!"

They both said goodbye. Izuku headed home to change. He noticed Kacchan wasn't there. "They're probably already there." He quickly changed out of his hero costume and into casual clothes. A sweater with bunny ears on the hood, a t-shirt that said deep dope, pants, and of course his red boots. He nodded checking the mirror. "Time to head out."

His stomach was growing an anxious pit, the closer he got to the venue. He could already hear the music as he reached the outside of the abandoned warehouse. He gulped, before entering. He got an earful of bass upon entering. "I didn't think it would be this crowded." He could barely hear himself. People were jumping and moshing to the music. He forced himself to get through the pockets of groups. He found a little breathing room, next to a wall. He wasn't much for dancing so didn't participate. He was casually leaning against the wall, staring at his friends play.

She glanced up from her keyboard, feeling someone stare. She knew many eyes were on her but this feeling was different. They both made eye contact. Izuku smiled giving a quick small wave at her. It wasn't noticeable because of the many lights but a small blush grazed her cheeks. She smiled back at him, it was a toothy smile with closed eyes. Izuku felt that skipped heartbeat again from so long ago. His lips parted whispering her name.

Although he wasn't given an opportunity to dwell on it. Someone clamped their hands over his eyes from the side.

"Guess who!"

"C-Camie?"

"That's right babe!" She let go, giggling. She was wearing a black beanie, a loose, oversized, green turtleneck sweater, black leggings and she was wearing red boots she bought while hanging out with him in the mall. "This is so lit fam!" Naturally swaying her body to the music. "You actually know the guys on stage? Totally introduce me after this set."

"Y-Yeah!" Izuku glanced around. Where was Uraraka? He texted her asking where she was.

He squinted, unsure until he confirmed. "The literal airhead..." A few minutes after he sent the text, he saw her floating over the crowd to look for him. "Over here!" Waving at her with a sweatdrop.

"Hey, Deku!" She waved back, zeroing into their spot. "Everyone, I found him!" She yelled back to the area she had been at, calling them over, as she finished, she released her quirk and dropped to them.

"Everyone?" He vaguely recalled Momo saying something like that. "W-Wait, everyone?!" He threw his hands forward, somehow believing this would stop the group stampeding this way.

"Oh you must be Camie, I'm Uraraka, one of Deku's best friends, it's a pleasure to meet ya! And sorry!" She had an uneasy giggle, pressing her fingerpads together.

Camie pouted her lips, confused. "Yeah, likewise, um what's up, like why are you beginning to floa-" Her eyes widened now understanding why. It was a horde of excited young adults, barreling right to them.

"Sorry, Camie, I didn't think this was how it was going to go!" Deku protested before they were swept up by the former class 1-A of U.A.

Camie just laughed at the sudden barge of personal space. "Your friends are more spunky than you, huh? Didn't expect it, in a good way!" She yelled over the music and group of people asking questions to her and Deku.

"Y-Yeah! I never really thought of it." He mumbled as he was slowly edged out by the group. "They're more interested in my girlfriend than me..." He felt a bump on his back. "Huh?"

It was Uraraka! "Like my plan! Hehehe, get her into the group before they finish playing, so it feels less awkward!"

"Uraraka, there's a huge chance of that backfiring and making it even more awkward!" He whispered as loud as he could.

"Eh?! I didn't think of that!"

'Why did I trust her with this!?' Cringing hard. Before he could focus on the situation he was interrupted.

"Damn Midoriya, how'd you land such a babe?" Kirishima landed his arm over Deku's shoulders.

"Er, I just met her today actually." He gave an uneasy chuckle. "I asked her out here on impulse."

Kirishima heard the dread in his voice. He smirked, slapping his back. "Chill, I'm pretty sure Jirou's gonna be cool."

He glanced at the band on stage and then to Camie, she was laughing and joking with his friends, naturally fitting in. Camie had met everyone as the band finished up. Another group began to take the stage as Jirou's walked off. A huge wave of cheers and applause accompanied them off stage.

"Hope so."


"That was great guys." Yaoyorozu complimented as they put their equipment away. They were all walking to the group of friends they spotted while playing.

"We blew the roof off this place!" Bakugo sparked his palm up and punched into it.

"Literally..." Kaminari was staring up at the huge crisp whole in the ceiling.

Tokoyami simply nodded. Dark Shadow mimicked him but in a more hyper manner, even raising his arms up in cheer.

"Yup, we got some great momentum going, let's keep it up." Jirou was walking with her hands behind her head.

"Exactly, but for now let's rest with everyone." Momo smiled out. It had been a while since the class had hung out. As they approached she skipped slightly ahead, spotting him. "Hey, Izuku!-"

Why was some dumb blonde, she never met, all personal and touchy with her Izuku?

Yaoyorozu kept her smile plastered on her face. She tilted her head asking. "Ne, Izuku who is this?" She prodded for answers. Jirou was standing next to her, unfazed.

"Oh, hey Momo, Kyouka, everyone. You guys were great! Um," he stumbled over some nerves, "I-I'd like to introduce you to Camie. She thought you guys were amazing!"

"You guys were totes awesome! Already following!"

"Yes, yes, it's nice to meet you. Say, Izuku do you mind if I talk to you for a minute."

"Huh? Oh sure, Momo." He furrowed his eyebrows confused but agreed, following her.

"Hey add me! I sent you a friend request!" Camie waved her phone to Yaoyorozu.

"Hm, oh yes, don't worry, I'll be sure to do so later." Yaoyorozu gave a polite laugh.

Izuku was uneasy, leaving the group. How would Jirou handle Camie? He turned his head back to her. It didn't look too bad. Uraraka was introducing her to the band, and it looked like Camie's natural aura was working for her. Maybe Kirishima had a point, Jirou was always pretty chill. He squinted his eyes in disbelief, it began to actually look like Camie and Jirou were hitting it off quite well, and now he didn't know what to think of this development.

They had reached a corner away from most. "So what'd you wanna talk about Momo?" He asked as she leaned against the wall. Her arms were crossed under her bust.

"So who exactly is that?" With some attitude.

He almost choked back. "A wild, Snarky-Momo appeared!" He coughed trying to catch his breath from shock at the rare appearance. "Shit, I don't have any pokeballs!" Patting his pockets.

She rolled her eyes, suppressing a smirk. "Please stop joking around, I'm being serious here." She glanced to the side slightly dejected.

"Huh, oh sorry... Actually, I didn't even plan to invite her. I was just caught up with everything that happened today." And he began to babble about the day's adventure.

With each passing word, Momo's shoulders grew stiffer and she crossed her arms tighter, her nails were burying into her skin. Izuku didn't notice. He was happily explaining his new girlfriend to her.

"And that's kind of how we got here." He finished, scratching his cheek.

"So you just invite her? It hasn't even been twenty-four hours yet." She threw up her arms and dropped them, whining. "Izuku..! I finally get you to come, after waiting for so long and... and you just bring someone extra?"

Midoriya's eye twitched at her tantrum. 'She's adorable... Must... Protect...!' She was pouting at him, waiting for a response. He shook those stupid thoughts away. He could fix this, she was upset that her plans at a makeshift reunion were ruined because of someone extra. He rubbed the back of his neck with an apologetic laugh. "I know, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it. I barely met her, and honestly, it just feels casual. I should haven't been so impulsive... And I should have realized how important this was to you too Momo." Feeling a punch of added guilt thinking of how long she had been trying to get him to come to one of these events.

Momo's innocent scowl softened. She glanced at Izuku's remorseful face, then away, then back at Izuku. Her scowl grew before dropping. "Ugh, I want to be angry."

Izuku smirked. "You're the best Momo!"

She recrossed her arms, swaying to the side. "Don't abuse my forgiving nature, Izuku."

He was looking back at the group. "I was expecting the worse from Kyouka but it looks like they are getting along."

Her lips parted in an unheard gasp. Her onyx orbs were staring at him, who was staring at Jirou. Why didn't she see this coming? Why? She refused to let that liquid bubble to the surface. "Of course... It's always about Jirou for you." She whispered it. It was so quiet he didn't even hear it. Before he turned his face back to her, she quickly wiped her eyes and pinched her nose, taking a deep breath. "Well, we should head back to everyone, ne?" Hiding the quiver in her voice.

"Huh? Eh? Momo?" His eyebrows knitted together in concern. The guilt in the pit of his stomach growled with unsettlement.

Momo deserved better than a half-assed apology.

He did his best to shove through the crowd while being polite. He caught up to her as she continued to walk, he grabbed her wrist, stopping her. She gasped at the familiar feeling of him reaching out to her. She hated how she enjoyed it. She hated that she knew this was how he would react. She reluctantly gave in and turned to him.

"T-Tomorrow!.. L-Let me take you out! It's the least I can do for ruining today. I didn't know how much it meant to you... I should have but I didn't." He wholeheartedly spoke. She was staring at the ground, not able to raise her eyes, knowing his were full of concern.

"I... I..." She could never say it outright. "I don't know, Izuku, that might not be a good idea. But you shouldn't worry yourself for my sake." She played off with that smile.

His eyes hardened at her action, and his grip slightly tightened.

And she hated that she loved that too. She sagged her shoulders. He could read her like a book.

"The arcade, tomorrow!" He pressed.

Her eyes widened. Izuku's grip softened. She knew she lost. And she hated how this was the outcome she wanted. Her smile faded away into a natural giggle. "It's a promise." Nodding her head. He grew a chuckle, letting go. She raised her finger to her lips with a teasing smirk.

"So, tell me all about your new girlfriend?"