An electric atmosphere and the roar of the crowd, cheering and hollering, for an encore. UA's Class 1-A had practiced and prepped for the better half of a week, to put on an outstanding performance.

Although they were on stage for less than ten minutes, it felt like forever and for one, Kyoka Jiro she wished those feels would last forever.

...When you consider doing something for a long time, you have to think "What can my work bring to others?"… In that sense, heroes and musicians are similar, no?

"Mom...Dad…" Kyoka murmured to herself as she turned over, in her bed. While her parent's words gave her the strength and courage to give the best performance of her life, it made her feel a little conflicted.

She loved the reception she received on stage, but as the high of the adrenaline began to fade, she was left with a nagging thought, in the back of her mind.

If heroes and musicians are similar… maybe it would be better for me to be a musician. I can try and deny it all I want, but I love music.

She turned over again.

I didn't even need my quirk to move people today all I needed was music. Maybe I should becomes a musician and quit…

being a hero…

She quickly sat up, "What are you thinking, Kyoka? How can you say that?!" she said to herself, aloud. She covered her mouth realizing it was the middle of the night.

After mustering up the courage to tell your parents you want to become a hero over a musician you're just going to change your mind...well it's not like they would care anyways.

Unfortunately, she couldn't deny the truth, that real reason she wanted to avoid performing and playing music, wasn't because it was just a hobby or that she wasn't good enough. It was because she loved it too much.

Afraid that the feeling she would get from performing would replace the ones she had for being a hero. She knew she wanted to be a hero, because she wanted to help and save people, she still believe there was nothing cooler than being a hero, but…

Let's face it...I'm a better musician than I am a hero...she told herself as she turned over again.

She kept thinking back to all her failures as a hero:

She couldn't do anything to protect Kaminari and Momo against the villain attack at the USJ,
she didn't particularly place well in the sports festival with her score in the race was average, and she was eliminated in the cavalry battle, without much of a fight,
on I-Island, she didn't do much beside gather intel,
and during training camp she was pretty much M.I.A.
she never got a request from an agency, for a hero work study, like Uraraka, Tokoyami, or Midoriya.

As a hero she was nothing compared to those three, not to mention, Todoroki and Bakugo. Who even though they failed their provisional license test, she knew they were much stronger than her.

Then thinking back to earlier today, she had the whole room electrified. She even got the upperclassmen to rock out. She truly felt accomplished for the first time since entering UA.

I could accomplish more as a musician. I'm way better at music than being a hero, she harshly reaffirmed it took a moment to realize what she was telling herself.

Stop this! You've always wanted to be a hero...You want to be a hero...

"….right?" she whispered, meekly.

She quickly sat up and shook her head, violently and then followed it with a light double slap on her cheeks.

"I should get some air." she decided, quickly leaving her room, without much though.

As she walked through the dark corridors and made it to the living commons area, she felt uneasy. Just walking around, without the lively class 1-A to fill it's hall, was somber and lonely. If she did decide to leave she'd definitely miss this the most. Class 1-A weren't just her school mates, if she didn't like to play it cool, she'd openly admit most of them were, like family.

As she opened, the main entrance door, she hear a faint voice from around the corner.

"1,996. 1,997. 1,998. 1,999. 2000!"

She heard a loud sigh of relief and a light thud as someone collapsed to the floor. Although, the panting was faint she could tell who it was, even without the use of her quirk.

"Midoriya?" she called out.

"J-Jiro?...h-hey...what are...you doing..." he stammered, answering and catching his breath at the time.

"Woah, calm down there, Midoriya. You can answer after you remember to breath." Kyoka walked towards him, in small steps.

She was a little abrasive because they hardly talked in class. She just knew him as a kid who always gave it his all, the boy Uraraka has a crush on, and someone she considered a true hero.

Although she did recently ask him for help with her notes, to help the band members, for a brief moment she thought back to that moment.

"Midoriya I know you're always scribbling a ton of stuff down in your notebook. So, what's it look like in there." she asked him.

"Why!? Is there a hero you want to know about, Jiro?" he responded with an awkward face.

"Noo...I just wanted to see how you organized your notes. I'm trying to figure out how to highlight the important stuff. I write down way too much...Got any advice?" she admitted.

"Advice for the band members? Wow! You came up with these lessons? That awesome! This makes me so happy!" he exclaimed.

"I hope everyone else feels the same way. Since you guys convinced me that my music has a purpose. I've actually got pretty enthusiastic." she pumped her fist in the air. 'It's possible I went a little bit over board."

"I'll be glad to help however I can." he answered.

The two went over her journal and Izuku give her some tips he used for organization. He even helped her start on a another lesson plan for Kaminari who was a beginner. Since Izuku knew nothing about guitar if the lesson could make sense to him it should work for Kaminari. Kyoka looked over at Izuku who smiled the entire time giving out his advice.

"What's with the smile, man?" she asked.

"Oh, it's just despite everything that's happen. I just feel so blessed to be here, even if it's something as little as giving advice." he answered.

"True, I mean I almost had forgot, but until recently you were totally blowing your limbs off," she said bluntly.

"I think breaking would be more accurate, but it's more than just improving or my safety. To be honest I shouldn't be here right now."

"What do you mean? I mean I know you've probably gotten beaten up the most out of all of us, but it was never anything life treating right?" she asked.

"Like I said it isn't about safety."

"I'm not getting you..." she admitted.

"Let's just say I did something really stupid and reckless in middle school, but because of it I was able to come to UA."

"Woah, Midoriya with a bad boy side," she teased.

He smiled it off, "Nothing like that, thought I did get lectured by some pro heroes. I mean what I did was really stupid and probably ended up causing more trouble than I thought, but because of it someone told me the words I needed to hear."

"And that was?" Kyoka didn't want to admit it but she was getting into his story.

"'You too can become a Hero!'" Izuku teared up slightly at the words. "Since then I trained hard to come to UA, but I continued to doubt myself. I wondered if I really deserved it. Did I truly earn this and too be honest I still few this way, but..." he flashed her a bright smile. "At that time...All I had was this stupid dream that I wanted more than anything. So when someone dangled the opportunity, in front of me, despite how I felt, whether I earned or deserved it or not, I reached out my weak hands and grabbed onto it and now I have to continue to not let it go."

"Wow... That's actually pretty deep..." she answered.

"Haha you think? That said, because of the support I received then and since coming to UA, I have gained the courage and strength to make it this far. So I need to return that kindness by becoming a hero that can always save the day with a smile on his face."

"That's a weird gimmick though. A hero that aims to smile..." she teased.

"Well, when we save someone, they'll probably be under a lot of stress and a pure smile is one of the easiest way to put someone at easy. And a good smile is contagious. Don't you think? he showed her a wide smile, although briefly. It was so genuine and pure, Kyoka couldn't help but smile back.

"Yeah...I guess your right," she said.

Afterwards the two continued to write down lessons for the band.

Izuku finished catching his breath, "I'm sorry..."

Although for a true hero he does apologize a lot...and not to mention he's a bit of a crybaby, she said herself.

"So w-what are you d-doing out here? C-couldn't sleep?" he asked, nervously. His eyes darted around and his body fidgeted, stiffly.

"Midoriya, chill...You'll never get a girlfriend, if you're always a nervous wreck. Seriously, it's super 'Deku' of you." she joked. "Then again Uraraka's always talking how 'Deku' you are, so maybe you shouldn't change..."

"Uhh, I don't know if I should thank you or apologize," he sigh, dejected, but a small smile formed on his face, in response.

thump!

Kyoka, staggered a bit, as she clutches her chest.

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? She asked herself.

"Oh my gosh. Are you okay, Jiro?" he walked over to check on her, but she stuck her jacks out to stop him.

"I'm okay..." she answered, trying to change the subject. "But yeah I couldn't sleep, probably from all the adrenaline earlier, you know? So I thought a walk or air or something would help. I'm guessing the same for you?"

"Oh uh no. I like to train with 1000 punches and 1000 kicks before bed." he answered.

"2000! T-hat's quite a workout before bed!" she responded before muttering, "That's some serious next level dedication..."

Although thinking about this, brought up the thoughts from earlier. "Just as I though I just can't compete..." she sighed, dejectedly.

"Jiro? What's wrong?" his soft voice, in the quiet night, echoed slightly in her ears because of her quirk. If there was one thing she could tell about voices, it was when there was sincerity behind it. She was silence, contemplating on if she should, break her cool girl facade, to get her conflicted emotions off her chest.

Unfortunately, she was too stubborn.

"It's nothing, Midoriy- ahh!" she squealed, as a cold breeze blew.

She then came to the realization that she was in her sleepwear. All she was wearing was her deep dope tank, cotton shorts, and slippers. If her tank was any longer you wouldn't even tell she was wearing shorts. She doubled over to cover up to. She did not only want to cover her body, but her beet red face, as well.

Oh my god! Someone kill me-

Before she finished that thought; something wrapped around her.

"I-it's pretty cold out, huh." Izuku said, averting eye contact. Kyoka grabbed the jacket off her back and quickly zipped it up, over her body.

"T-thanks..." Kyoka looked up at him, his face was red and he seemed to be more nervous than usual. She would be lying, if she didn't feel pretty good that a guy, got embarrassed, checking out her body. She looked at him fidgeting and admitted it was pretty cute. Although for such a cute face, you would never expect such a tone body on him.

Wait did I just think he was cute….wait did I just check out his body...wait body?

"Oh my god, Midoriya! You're naked!" she screamed.

"Ahh! Jiro keep your voice down, what if someone hears you! I'll be branded a pervert, like Mine-..." he was cut off.

"Lemme stop you right there and say, no one would ever compare you to Mineta." she interjected, with a deadpan face.

"Oh...well I guess that good..." he responded. An awkward silence fell upon them.

Izuku nervous, but realizing a true hero would never leave a conversation in this state. Decided to use everything he's learn and turn this situation around.

You have to make her smile Deku...How about a joke… He told himself.

"A-at I'm still wearing pants, unlike Togata-senpai." he joked.

"Yeah, I've been trying too forget," she responded abrasively, with an emotionless face.

Izuku sighed, You blew it Deku...

"S-sorry, but it wouldn't be very hero like to leave a lady shivering in the cold, so just bare with me being topless a little while longer." he said rubbing his arms, covering his chest. "A-and I'm sorry if it smells, I did just finish working out."

She snickered, heh too cu- Don't finish that thought Kyoka...

"No, you're good. I shouldn't have over reacted." she answered, nonchalantly. She was surprised at how warm the jacket felt, despite it being a bit too big for her.

"You got over that really fast actual..."

"Well you mentioned Togata and well… yeah this isn't as bad as that." A blank expression grew on her face as flashbacks to Togata's demonstration, played in her mind. She hoped the beating she got that day would've wiped the memory from her mind, but no she left that day with nothing but bruised abs and a willy burned into her memory.

Deku laughed, "I guess you're right."

Note that Deku also has that willy burned into his memories, as well.

He continued to slowly rub his arms and Kyoka couldn't help but noticed the scars across his arms and body. This immediately made her depressed, again.

"Y-you know what Midoriya, I think I'm going to head back to bed. So-"

"Jiro, what's wrong?" although he didn't yell, his voice was surprisingly stern, it shocked her a bit.

"It's nothing. So just drop it." she retorted.

"Jiro, what kind of hero would I be if I can't help a friend, in need." he took a step closer to her, but was stopped, by her jacks, again.

"Like I thought. I just can't compete with you..." she tried her best to control her trembling voice.

"Jiro, what do you mean-"

"I think I want to quit being a hero..." she answered, weakly.

Suddenly, Izuku grabbed her by the hand and slowly walked her over to a nearby bench away from the dorm building. She kept looking at his face the entire time because it was like she couldn't even recognize him.

He looks so serious... does he really care that much? She asked herself. I bet Uraraka would kill to be in this situation...

After sitting her down, he waited a bit before breaking the silence.

"Are you serious about this? I can't understand why you would want to quit..." he said.

"Easy for you too say..." she retorted, grabbing his arm. "Look at you, Midoriya! Your arms are covered in scars that will probably be there your entire life and you just keep going. These scars are proof that you're dedicated to being a hero. You look as these scars as nothing but stepping stones to becoming a hero, when any sane person would've quit..."

"It's not like I wanted them...each one reminds me that I'm currently too weak." he weakly clenched his fist.

"Then what does that make me, Midoriya..." she responded. "I've seen you use your quirk, at the beginning of the year, you started off only being able to use your quirk if you broke your bones. I couldn't imagine going through that to be a hero and even still you persevered. You've improved way more then I have this year and that because you were meant to be a hero, Deku...I don't think I was...I just thought it was cool..."

The sudden switch to his hero name took Izuku by surprised, she had always just called him Midoriya before. He hung his head as he realized that he was terrible with words.

"If you think you're too weak to be a hero, then I should quit and just become a musician. I have a better talent for it and I'm sure I can help more with my music than I even can with b-being a h-hero." her voice was trembling.

Deku looked down for a bit closing his eyes, "Earphone Jack, I overheard a story you told when you interned under death arms. You saved lives that day, no?"

"Not really...I might have been able to help gather intel and escort the civilians, but they probably were just giving me something to do. It probably would've had the same result even if I wasn't there." she lost all emotion in her voice.

"But what happened after you saved them."

"er...t-they thanked me... called me a hero..."

"And how did you respond?"

"I-I smiled..."

"You're always playing it everything off, like it's no big deal, trying to be cool, but on that day you were a hero. Also, on I-Island when All Might and the other pro heroes were captured, if it wasn't for you we would've never gotten a handle on the situation."

"E-even so, I couldn't do much after. If my only value as a hero is hearing quiet sounds than I should be a musician..." She responded. "I wish I could do both, but being a hero means you're always on call and being a musician is just as demanding. So I should just go to what I do best."

She leaned in, putting her head on his chest, "I-I just want to move as many hearts as possible. I don't need to need to be a hero to do that right, Deku?" she looked up at him pleading for an answer.

"You're right...you don't need to be a hero to move hearts..."

Her face sunk back down, but she could hear his slow and steady heartbeat, it was calming.

"But you become one when you can both move hearts and save people! A musician can be a hero, so I'm pretty sure a hero could be a musician. In fact they're so similar I know you can find a way to do both."

… In that sense, heroes and musicians are similar, no? She looked up at him with a, light of hope, glistening in her eyes.

"Can I really do both?" she asked, sheepishly.

"You already have. Which reminds me I forgot to thank you."

She had a confused look on her face, "For what?"

"Eri, the little girl, Togata and I, rescued. I asked her to come to the school festival because the poor girl had forgotten how to smile, in fact, maybe she never knew how. Togata and I literally fought for the chance to make that smile happen, but in the end I had to have faith in our performance and your song."

Kyoka expression lit up a bit, "So...what did she think?" she asked.

"Togata said, she was cheering loudly with everyone else, and she was so happy, he started crying." Izuku started to tear up himself, but he looked a her with a beaming smile despite the tears.

"You're already a wonderful hero, Jiro. Thank you so much for your hard work!"

thump!

It happened again! What was that! Is it that smile! That damn smile!

"Geez, you make it so embarrassing if you say it like that," she coolly played it off by rubbing the back of her head and backing away. "But y-your welcome."

"You don't have to be so cool all the time, Jiro. I know better than anyone that when someone calls you a hero and you realize it...you might need too let the waterworks go." his smile drew her in, causing her to lean on to his chest. He politely looked away and gently held her by her shoulders.

"Thank you...c-could you say it again?" she asked, faintly, as she begun to sobbed.

"Of course. You're a wonderful hero, Jiro." he responded, kindly.

The sobbing when on for a minute or so before she regain her composure.

"Damn...I didn't mean to bawl out like that. Maybe I just need to talk things out with someone. I feel a little silly now for being so dramatic."

"So you're staying?"

"Damn right! At least for now, I'm gonna try rocking as a hero a little harder," she answered, with conviction.

Deku smiled and reach into one of his jacket pockets.

"W-woah Midoriya! W-what are you doing?!" Kyoka retorted. Noticing how close they were she backed away, "D-don't push your luck man..."

"S-sorry I thought something sweet would cheer you up," he responded, holding up a bag of sliced caramel apples. "I promised Eri a candy apple and there wasn't a stand making them, so I bought the ingredients to make them. Thankfully, Sato was here to teach me how, but I messed up a few times… I mean the taste should be fine it was mainly the shape and getting an even coating." he held out the bag.

"Thanks..." she answered, as she took a bite. "So was that why you were almost late?"

"E-er yeah...y-yeah let's go with that..." His eyes rolled around, as he tried to dodge the question.

"Hmmm...well whatever..." She took another bite. "Too sweet..."

"Oh sorry, it's probably not evenly coated..." he responded, bashfully.

"Not the apple, you idiot...you..." she clarified. "Like way too sweet of you...kind of makes me want to change my mind about being a hero. I mean hearing stuff like this makes me want to write a song. Though that would not have been the first time..."

"Huh what do you mean?" Deku responded, tilting his head.

"E-er...I shouldn't have said that, b-but since you heard me out tonight, I guess I can tell you...b-but I'm only going to say this once and you CAN NOT tell anyone, understand!"

Izuku winced, nodding nervously, "O-okay."

"MMMMMM" she glared, face red from embarrassment.

"I promise! I won't tell a soul!" he exclaimed.

"O-okay good..." she gestured him to lean in closer. She felt herself getting hot and her heart pumped as she whispered in his ear, "W-when I wrote Hero Too...I-I was thinking about y-you..."

She quickly backed off covering her face. Why did this feel like a confession?

"Wow, Jiro I'm honored...Thank you!" he answered, smiling.

"It's no big...I mean I was so stumped. I tried to go to a cafe away from the dorm to figure out the lyrics, but nothing would come to me. Then I thought about what you told me when you were giving me advice on the lessons and the words just kind of came together, especially that grabbing on part. That said I was embarrassed you figure it out so I wrote it in English. Thanks for making it difficult!" she teased.

"O-oh my bad..."

"I'm teasing, dude. Like I said it's n-no big, b-but if you want me to stick it out as a hero, then take some responsibility and stop doing such inspiring stuff or else I'm going to become a musician."

Oh god why are you trying to play some type of tsundere character? Kyoka you suck~ she berated herself.

Izuku chuckled, "Well, even if you become a musician, you'll always be a hero in my book." He pointed to his jacket pocket.

She barely noticed the thing bulging out of it, "What's this?" she began flipping through it.

"Oh it's-"

"It's perverted!" she yelled.

"W-what?! How did we get back to that?!" he screeched.

She flipped the journal over to him, "Look at these pages, you have these lewd sketches of all the girls in the class! You must have had fun drawing, Yaomomo's Yaomomo's huh? Oh Ashido's and this Hatsume chick too." She point at all the open cleavage on the pages. "You're gonna break Uraraka's heart..."

"But I'm not a pervert! If I explain it too her properly her heart won't break from disappointment!"

Kyoka gave him a blank stare, This guy's as dense as a shonen manga protagonist.

"Anyways i-it's not like that, I just use it as a reference guide for the costumes and quirks." He quickly grabbed the journal away from her. "I guess I'm really not funny, but I thought it was a pretty funny joke."

"Joke?"

Izuku sighed, flipping through his notebook. It was a page detailing her exploits. New paper clippings of her Death Arm's rescue and I-Island. The names of my special moves. Details about my quirk only I knew, theories on how to improve my quirks applications. A newly written excerpt at the bottom caught her eye the most.

"Since her quirk is able to do everything from searching for enemies to attacking in battle, once she becomes a pro, her opportunities for work are wide. With her skills with instruments I bet she can liven things up at meetings with her fans. I'm Jealous."

"You might think you can't do both, but I think you can. You're super talented Jiro, you'll fine a unique way to combine your love of music and your love of being a hero. You definitely going to be a one of a kind pro in the future and I can't wait to see it." he beamed, as he explained the passage.

thump!

Dammit this isn't good! Don't betray Uraraka like this! Play it cool, girl. Play it cool.

"You know it's kind of creepy. You're like a stalker, dude. Definitely don't let any of the girls see this."

"R-really?!" Izuku slumped to the ground in defeat.

Good you've taken control of situation. He might of just helped you out of some emotional trauma, but that no reason to start c-crushing on him so easily. I just need to keep playing it cool.

"Anyways what was the joke, Midoriya?"

"W-well you get it? I've got your hero feats written in my book. So even if you quit being a hero, you'll always be one in my book...get it...eheheh" he explained, weakly.

"Pfffft….Oh my god that's TERRIBLE! Ahahahah! You really aren't funny, Izuku. Ahahahah"

"Well your actions aren't matching your words," he cried.

She laughed for a minute straight, tears streaming down. "I'm sorry...And I'm teasing...it's actually really sweet. Mind if I read the rest of my page?"

"Umm I dunno, it's a little embarrassing..."

"Aw, come on man...Wait! embarrassing? What did you write?!"

"Nothing it not import-"

She quickly whipped the book out of his hands with one jack and caught the journal with the other reeling it in and reading the right side of the page.

There was a sketch of her with a line surrounding her, highlighted as, "cool aura". With lines pointing to her jacks with the caption "can extend around 10 meters so cool!"

"What's your obsession with saying I'm cool?"

"I dunno, you can play instruments, sing, and you have a good sense of fashion. Like right under All Might you're the coolest person I know." he answered, bluntly.

She felt her face getting red, but hid it behind the journal, "W-with your crappy pun earlier I was expecting you to say Todoroki, but I fine with conceding top cool spot to All Might."

"Oh! That would've been a good one," he chuckled. She shot him a blank stare and continued reading. She looked as a line pointed at her lower body. "Jiro is surprising toned as evident from her thighs, probably has great abs as well."

"Pervert!" she yelled, point at the text.

Izuku shielded his face with his hands, "I know it looks bad, but read the whole thing before judging!"

"Jiro is surprising toned as evident from her thighs, probably has great abs as well. Must be for maintaining stability during heartbeat distortion. She must train hard."

"Oh...I'm sorry I overreacted again."

"It's okay just hurry up and finish…" Izuku cover his face, praying for the embarrassment to end, quickly.

She read the last little excerpt, "She may appear cool and unyielding, but she's surprisingly girlish and shy. The fact she can maintain this balance and tries her best at getting stronger, makes her even cooler. I hope we can get along."

Izuku continued to bury his face in his hands, rocking back and forth, "This was right when I joined class, so it's an earlier note, okay. I wasn't that desperate to make friends..."

"Then do you still think I'm g-girlish."

"No...not really."

Figures...can't really get made at him it is the type of persona I try and keep.

"You're a lot more feminine then I originally though," he answered, although knowing what followed after the answer, Kyoka braced for impact.

THUMP!

Don't you FREAKING dare, Midoriya! Not after that last comment!

Everything moved in slow motion as the smile rolled across his face and it was over. A one-two smash combo to the heart.

Damn, I can't believe it despite this image I try to keep up, I ended up crushing on someone from one interaction. Maybe it's a blessing we never really talked, at this rate if with we started talking at the beginning of the year, we'd probably be married by now.

She realized that she had been quiet for way too long.

"Ah-ahha, that's really corny man, but thanks." she tried to laugh it off, but her heart kept pounding and her face was red. "Anyways it getting late so I'm going back to bed."

"You're right I should go back too. I still need to shower off..."

Shower?! Before realizing it she was checking out his body and she had to avert her eyes. Don't picture him naked... Don't picture him...dammit...

She buried her face in her hands.

"Jiro, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" she started laughing. "I think you broke me, Midoriya. You've completely smashed the "cool girl" everyone knows me as tonight...but I guess it was nice having it smashed, really made me see who I want to be. It's really hard being this cool and collected, all the time. It makes it really hard to ask for help since it'd break that illusion of me and I don't want people to think differently of me."

"Like I said, you're still coolest person I know. In fact, the fact that you can admit that, I think you're even cooler."

"Except for All Might, right?"

"Right?" he chuckled lightly.

They walked back to the dorms in silence, but Kyoka couldn't shake how good the mood was, so she sped up, before she did something, she might have regret. She entered the dorm and was already near the hall towards the girls side as Izuku just entered the building. She could have continued walking, but she felt she had to say something. So she turned around, with his jacket sleeve hanging off her hands.

"Hey, Izuku. Thank you. I really needed that smashing tonight."

Dead silence fell upon the empty living space, only hearing the blood rushing to their faces.

"I-I didn't mean it like that..." even though it was dark she covered her blushing face with the baggy sleeves.

"A-anyways you said you were jealous about music skill right? I owe you one so if want music lessons or something like that, let me know..."

"Like I said it's no problem, you don't have to go out of your way to thank me..." Izuku could see her silhouette pout, in the darkness.

"That said I t-think singing lesson would be pretty nice. I've been using the dance moves Ashido taught me to generate momentum for my attacks, so I think vocal lessons might be interesting. If possible I might be able to use it with my quirk. The applications of a sound based vocal attack would be really helpful and even if it isn't strong enough to be used as an attack, it'd be great in communication situations. That said would my throat even be able to take the strain- hmm maybe it wouldn't work. She knows how to sing in English maybe she could help me with pronunciation I'd like to do hero studies, in American, if I can." Izuku droned on in his typical fan-boy rambling, but instead of annoying her, Kyoka smiled at him.

"You're always thinking about becoming an even better hero, huh?" Kyoka asked.

"I need to, I have people relying on me." he answered.

"Well you can always rely on me to help you however I can."

"Thank you, Jiro! It means a lot. Good night." he bowed, before walking off.

"Good night, Izuku," she replied, slowly walking back to her dorm. She had a big smile across her face and while it might not be as powerful as Izuku's, she was glad she finally knew what she wanted.

She wanted to be hero and she will be a hero. A hero that loves music and will use music to not only move hearts, but save lives.

She also wanted something else, but she was willing to let that go, for now.

"Kyoka! You seem to be in a good mood? What happened?" a voiced called out to her.

"O-oh nothing..." a bead of cold sweat dropped from her forehead.

"That jacket seems to be a little big for you…"

"Well...yeah...it's Izuku's..." Kyoka tried to catch herself mid sentence, but the truth slipped out.

"Oh when did you get on a first name basis with Deku, hmmm? When Kyoka?"

"I'm not on a first name basis with, Izu…" She caught herself this time, but it didn't matter. She was confused on why and when she started using his first name, but she was also a little hurt on why he never used hers back, if she was using his.

"Anyways Uraraka it's not like that...he just helped me out tonight. We just talked, I swear that was all."

"Oh, then why don't we go to my room and you can explain everything that you talked about, huh?"

Uraraka dragged Kyoka to her room and unfortunately for one Kyoka Jiro, her night was only beginning.

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Uraraka and I have a heart to heart. Then Midoriya and I are left alone, due to some freak coincidence and he asks me out on a d-date...there's no way. I w-won't fall for it...I won't betray Uraraka...Hopefully...

Next time on Love is Like a Mixtape: Recording Over Side B