AMP (IzuJirou)

Best Friends (By Default)

With every new number typed in, his heartbeat went faster. Soon the entirety of the phone number was in, and the number was in his phone. The contact name "Kyouka Jirou" was glaring back at him, intimidating him to no end.

He had a feeling that Kyouka would enjoy the fact that he was scared... Actually, she probably was already enjoying it, because she likely knew."

...

(Jirou Residence: Same Time)

Kyouka played her bass guitar while staring at her phone with a smirk. A chuckle escaped her lips, "He's totally freaking out about it."

...

(Midoriya Residence)

The blinking vertical line in the message bar was taunting him. It should be simple. Just a plain "Hey" or "Hello" or "What's up" would do just fine. He had gotten so good at talking to her back at U.A. Where did that confidence go?

Maybe it was the fact that it was his first time talking to a girl on the phone. Or maybe it was because it could be the start of a whole new chapter of his life.

He shook his head and slapped his cheeks. 'What am I doing? I'm supposed to be trying to become a hero, and I get caught up on sending a text? ' Izuku picked up his phone, typed in his message, and pressed send.

Midoriya: Hey Jirou

Jirou: Holy shit dude. It took you long enough.

Midoriya: Yeah. I'm sorry about that.

Jirou: Hey, it's cool. So what're doing?

Izuku couldn't help but smile. Casual. It was all casual. His body already felt like it was back in the nurse's office. A nice, warm, and calming feeling spread throughout his body. The nervousness he had felt vanished with the imagining of Kyouka's calm, unamused, and smooth voice speaking the words of the text.

Midoriya: Honestly, nothing.

Jirou: Me too. Well, except for sending you this.

*Ding*

A picture of what Izuku assumed to be what Kyouka was doing now popped up. It was a picture of her in a large blue and white striped shirt and black leggings with a bass guitar in her lap. Her expression, once again, was a mix of absolute boredom and slight amusion.

...He had a girl's picture on his phone.

'...Is that dirty?'

Jirou: You need a contact photo for me.

Oh. So not dirty. Good.

Jirou: Don't worry about yourself though. I got it covered.

*Ding*

Izuku felt besmirched as he glared at the picture of broccoli Kyouka sent.

Midoriya: You're a real comedian.

Jirou: Ha! I can tell you're gonna love me.

Izuku was having a really hard time figuring out if Kyouka was actually laughing and smiling while texting, or if she was just slightly exhaling as a "laugh" while typing with her blank expression.

Jirou: So are we still on for Saturday?

Midoriya: Oh yeah, we should. Unless my mom suddenly isn't up for it.

Jirou: Any reason why she wouldn't?

Midoriya: Oh no. Definitely not. I'm going to have bruises on my ribs from how hard she hugged me when she found out about you.