Day 1 - First Date

Izuku Midoriya was having a mental meltdown.

Although said meltdowns are not unusual, the reason for this one was. He was wearing a cerulean long sleeved shirt with bold kanji that read "WATASHI GA KITA", grey cargo pants and his usual pair of red sneakers. He currently was sitting on a bench, waiting for time to fly by. His foot was tapping in a steady rhythm, little droplets of sweat rolled down on his face, his eyes focused on his smartphone.

01:28 PM

'Calm down Izuku, It's fine! You can do this!' the teenager thought, wondering how exactly he got in this situation. He faced bloodthirsty villains and ruthless internships before, and although he was scared in most of them, he managed to maintain his composure. That was not the case here. He was terrified. He grabbed his phone once more.

01:29 PM

Families and random people walked around the shopping center, enjoying a calm Saturday afternoon. Currently alone in a bench, the 9th holder of One for All kept his routine of checking his phone's clock as if that would make time run faster. 'It's alright, it's just like that time me, Uraraka and Iida went around town, right?' The boy said in his mind to no one in particular. Being lost in thoughts, he failed to notice someone sitting beside him.

'Did I came too early? How should I even greet her? Just a Hi? Should I extend my hand? What if it's sweaty? Oh man wh-' his thoughts, now being mumbled out loud without him noticing, were interrupted by his bench partner.

"You know, if you keep this up your brain might overload." A distinct feminine voice said.

The male teenager froze after hearing those words. He slowly turned his head to his left, and saw her. Kyoka Jiro was sitting beside him, a playful grin in her face. She was wearing a black t-shirt with a distinct prism, a lone ray of light entering it and the full spectrum of colours leaving it, black faded jeans and dark purple low top All-Star sneakers. His face turned pink, now aware that she heard his mumbles.

"Ummm, H-Hi Jiro. Uhh-" he greeted her, while his hand made a weird dance of going up and retracting a couple times before the teen decided not to, putting his arm down. His eyes firmly looking at his feet.

"Hey Midoriya! Have you been waiting for long?" The girl said, amused, but not surprised, at his behavior.

" N-no! I've arrived just a few minutes ago." He lied. In his anxiety on not screwing up in anything, he heavily miscalculated the time he needed to get to the shopping center, arriving fifty minutes earlier.

The boy decided to spend his time thinking on what to say to the girl beside him, or on how to greet her.

Said effort was in vain though.

'This is all Todoroki's fault.' The boy said to himself.

Yesterday, Lunch time.

Izuku was eating with his classmates, Iida and Todoroki. Until now they were discussing an homework in Heroic History that Aizawa had given them.

"Midoriya,Todoroki! I think it's best if we go to the public library tomorrow to work on this assignment." Iida said in his cheerful yet resolute manner.

"Fine by me." The heterochromatic boy said in a bored tone.

"Sorry guys, I already have plans for tomorrow." Said the verdant haired teen.

"Absolutely no problem! We can work it out on Sunday. But do you mind if I ask where are you going?" The class president spoke

"Oh, me and Jirou were talking a few days ago about old music, but we were on a rush so we decided to talk more tomorrow." his answer gained the interest of both the other two.

"Oh? So it's *sluurp* a date then?" Shouto said while diligently eating his noodles

"Wh-What!? No! I mean, we're just going out to talk, as friends, right?"

Izuku said, losing confidence at his own words as he said them.

"What exactly did you two agree upon?" The dark indigo haired boy inquired.

"Well, we would meet up, talk, have lunch and watch a movie.." Izuku said, his voice decreasing in volume as realization dawned upon him.

"I must agree with Todoroki. It sounds like a date." Iida's words fell upon deaf ears though.

"Midoriya?" both boys asked their friend

"Miidooriya?"

"Miiiidoo-"

"-oriyaa? Hello? Ground control to major Tom?" Kyoka said as she snapped her fingers, getting the boy's attention.

"W-what? What happened?"

"You tell me, after you said you got here just a while ago you started to stare blankly at the wall." The girl giggled as she said that.

His face now acquired a deeper shade of red, realizing his mumbling evolved into daydreaming. Before he had a chance to say or do something the girl intervened.

"Come on, let's grab a bite! I'm starving." she said as she got up and grabbed his hand.

Their lunch was uneventful. They chose to eat pizza. Kyoka was having fun at Izuku's expressions. He occasionally glanced up from his food to see the girl sitting across from him, only for his face to turn pink again as he avoided visual contact. She found funny how Izuku seemed to be talking a lot of things, without saying not even a single word. That gave her a weird and warm feeling on her chest. It made her feel special. She was not used to this kind of attention. Mineta, Sero and Kaminari didn't even acknowledged her as being a girl in the first place.

She decided to have a little more fun at his expense, and she still had a few things she would like to know.

"So, Midoriya, what exactly is your deal with Uraraka?"

"W-Wha-? Nothing! I mean, we're just good friends, I mean, you, well, I.." Izuku started to panic. What was he supposed to say, what did it even mean?

He started mumbling to himself once more. Kyoka's grin turned into a smile. She could swear steam was coming out of his ears. It was so easy to derail his train of thoughts. Meanwhile, said boy's head was twirling in confusion.

'Uraraka is a friend. She and Jiro are both pretty, but they're just friends. Like Iida, right?'

His inner turmoil of feelings was the only thing on his mind. What did he feel? Was he feeling something at all?

He finished eating his pizza between quiet mumbles.

Later in the afternoon, the heroes in training went to the movie-theatre and looked at the films featured. A few superhero movies, romantic comedies and an animation for kids. Nothing seemed to draw their eyes, until one did.

"Hey, look. Why don't we watch this one?" The girl said as she pointed at a poster of the film.

"H-huh? Ah, Pulp Fiction? I didn't watch the trailer anywhere. What's it about?" the boy asked, confused at the obscure name.

"Oh, it's an action drama from the age before quirks. It's so cool of the cinema to make an antique film a featured one."

That picked the boy's attention, the society before the dawn of quirks always fascinated him. A world where everyone was quirkless was so different, yet virtually the same as contemporary society.

"That's cool, I've never watched classical movies in a theatre. Did you watched it before?" the boy asked the girl

"Nah, but I've always wanted, my dad said it was awesome." she answered, and smiled to herself.

'So old stuff did the trick on him like the last time.' Wondered the girl as she saw the boy relax for the first time in the last hour.

"Alright, let's watch it." Izuku said as both walked to the counter and bought their tickets.

After fifteen minutes of small talk about their expectations from the movie, they entered their session. They sat on the middle of the room. The session was almost empty, having at the most a dozen people in there, counting them.

Like a rollercoaster, the movie started slow, building up potential energy. When it reached a third of its full length, all said potential energy became kinetic as the story got to 5th gear.

In the tension of Mia's overdose, they held each other's hands without noticing. They only realized it when Vincent and Mia were on the way back. Both retracted their hands with a blush on their faces. Jirou's earphone jacks twirled like they do when she is nervous. Neither had the time to overthink it as the movie kept going. Both fascinated as the story moved forward.

Without realising, time flew by, and the film reached its conclusion. They got up and started leaving, whilst talking about it.

"Your dad was right, it's amazing. This whole thing about free-will was cool." The emerald haired boy spoke as they were walking towards the train station.

"Right? This whole thing about choice and karma kinda looked religious and.." she told him as both kept walking, distracting themselves with the intricacies of the cult classic until they finally arrived at the station.

After looking quickly at the itinerary, they saw that the girl's train was scheduled to arrive in a minute.

The inevitability of time made them realize fully the day they spent with each other. And how close to one another they were. As they quieted down, a faint pink came across their faces. Both suddenly very interested in their own shoes.

The train could be heard in the distance.

Izuku mustered every single droplet of courage in his body to ask something that have been on his mind since lunch yesterday.

"Jirou!" he said hesitantly

The girl looked up at the boy.

The train arrived, slowly stopping before opening its doors.

"W-Was this a date?" he asked, still unsure and insecure.

She smiled and leaned closer.

"You're smart. You'll figure it out." she said and kissed his cheek.

For a moment, his heart stopped. His chest felt like floating and on freefall at the same time.

She then rushed into the train, and seconds after she entered, the doors closed. She waved at him as the train started moving again. Izuku's fingertips were touching the spot which her lips had been a few seconds ago. His mouth open and his face in a healthy scarlet tone. Only after a full minute realization dawned upon him.

It was indeed a date.

She had kissed him.

They both are currently living in U.A's campus, at Heights Alliance. Therefore, he should had entered the train with her.

Izuku was so lost in his throughs that he only realized the third fact ten minutes later, when the next train of the same route arrived.

A/N: Well, hello there, reader. Thank you for your time.

The first IzuKyo week started and I couldn't contain myself. I had to contribute. (Even if I refuse to call it Dekujiro week. IzuKyo seems infinitely more elegant.)

It has been a while since last I wrote something at all, so I apologize if I'm a little rusty.

If you so desire, please, review. Any opinion or criticism is much appreciated.

At the time I'm writing this I have not yet decided if I will participate in IzuKyo week for all seven days, hopefully I will.

If I do, all seven oneshots will be the same storyline, if that makes any sense.

Cya'll later.

Sincerily,

TakatoMakino

(PS: I apologize for any troubles, I had to re-upload the chapter. It wasn't properly formatted.)