♡ HEARTBEAT FUZZ!

★ ★ ★ ★

so. a couple of things.

realizing how... super old my icons are?? because it’s been like, a solid year since i’ve written jirou properly, so, fair, but, going to work through that soon methinks ! maybe put together a new theme to go with it and get muse flowing. that’s the plan for rn anyways, as i’ve been hopping between here, @purraser​ & @tenyacity​

jirou is the side love interest . type: mischievous . good end:  make a promise to each other . bad end:  love interest is executed .

         ❛    IT’S MY BIRTHDAAAAAY !    ❜

        ❛    SURE IS!   ❜   not without cupping his cheek in one hand,  jirou plants a sweet ole’ kiss to the apple of his cheek,  eyes soft as she pulls back and beams at him.  lightly nudging his shoulder with one hand,  she holds out a little box to him!  it’s wrapped less than neatly,  but the thought is there.  she gives it a little shake,  eyebrows wiggling.   ❛    what are ya waiting for,  birthday boy?  take it!  ❜

“You know, if you wanted, you could easily become the type of hero who’s also a pop idol. W-Well, I guess in your case, a rock n’ roll idol. I just can’t get over how amazing your singing voice is! It’s like listening to an established pro.” 

@hearthum / starter call 

it’s hard not to get a little flustered,  being so openly praised like that.  leave it to deku the fanboy,  huh?  weird to think of it like that,  though.  his enthusiasm is met with a nervous type of laugh nonetheless,  then a shrug,  and finally a quirked brow  --  the curious kind.  

unusual questions!  accepting.

🎠 --- does your muse like amusement parks/carnivals/festivals?

there’s actually a couple of different answers here,  i think!  just depends on what type of the three listed we’re talking about.

festivals, overall?   hells yeah!   i mean, come on, right?  cultural festival is basically her prime,  and in my canon,  i have it set up that she spent a lot of time traveling as a young kid,  with her parents  --  who were,  as we know,  musicians!   so,  i’m sure they spent plenty of time attending music festivals specifically,  but also just festivals in general.  it’s a warm, happy feeling for jirou!  so,  yeah.  totally.  she loves those a lot. 

     he sees her before he hears her.

     that’s because he’s got his headphones on, a radio feed playing from the open tab on his desktop while he reads through some papers. he set up his office this way for a reason, after all – desk against one of the side walls, so the door is to his side instead of behind him, and on this wall specifically so that any sound coming from outside hits his right ear, which has a better chance of catching it than his left. open-door policy, too; he’s a lot more likely to see someone outside his door than he is to hear them knocking. he doesn’t hear the sound of her running feet, but he does catch sight of her as she leans in the doorway.

     “heeeey, jirou!” he greets with a grin, tapping the spacebar and pausing the feed in time to catch the tail end of his title. he spins his chair to face her (spinny chair, obviously; better than four-legged chairs in every way, not least in the ability to spin it around to face the door at a moment’s notice). he’s a bit surprised to see her – she’s a good student, one of the better ones in his class specifically, and he’s been keeping an eye on her quirk’s development ever since they squared off in the final exam, but she’s never spoken up much. he’s got some students who visit his office pretty regularly for help with schoolwork or just to talk, but she’s never seemed like one of them.

     she looks nervous, too – he catches the slightly flushed cheeks, the wide eyes. plenty of students get anxious visiting teachers after hours for the first time, but that’s the thing – must really be something up if she’s overcoming those anxieties to approach him, and he can’t imagine it’s concern over her english grades, because those are doing just fine. he keeps his face open, smile inviting, as she finds her words, hoping it helps her feel a little more comfortable.

     “never too busy for a listener!” he says cheerfully, and yes, it’s a little silly of him to call all his students listeners, but he was a radio host before he was a teacher and why break a fun habit? “c’mon in, pop a squat,” and he gestures to the other chair in the room, available for just such a purpose. “what’s on your mind?”

     instead of further standing in his doorway and continuing to gawk like a starstruck idiot,   jirou looks to the seat offered to her and manages to make her way over to it with only a slightly awkward delay of hesitation.  much more troubling is the way the chair slides away from him when she sits down on it,   and then there’s the scramble of sneakers on the ground to brace herself and scooch closer again. jeeze,  jeeze,  jeeze  —  !

    come on,  kyouka. spit it out.  he would!   maybe what would present mic do?  isn’t by any means a universal rule for everyone,  but there’s something about emulating someone’s confidence that makes it that much easier to keep it up  —  even if it isn’t real to start with.  it’s gotten her this far,  has it not?   so,  she says it to herself again for a little kick in the step she needs to take to come all the way in.  spit it out!      “  so...  you know the cultural festival is coming up   —  i mean,  i know you know that, of course you do,  but,  uh,  i mean, whatever, whatever,  just —  !  it’s soon,  and i think the band’s almost ready,  but i want your opinion on my...  ”  a glance is spared to the notebooks she holds,  and she lifts them out of her lap to hold them up to him;  not yet does she offer them all the way out,  but enough a gesture to indicate what she means.  

     she points to the front cover of the front-most notebook in the stack in her hands,  which has ‘SHOWTIME’ written a little less than neatly on it.  what it lacks in neatness could be made up for with the colorful doodle decorations, though!    

     “  —   my,  uh,  my plans.  my class is putting on a music act,  and i’m leading it.  i’m teaching kaminari how to play guitar,  and i have a notebook for each of them for to study,  with what i think they’ll excel at and,  you know,  tips and stuff!   i just don’t know if any of this is useful, you know?  then,  i have a notebook for the overall plan,  and that’s a whole other thing  --  i just...  really could use another pair of eyes on this. ” 

    he bites the  corner off to release some of the steam.  he’ll wait a minute for it to cool down, and then the rest will be ready to be turned into a quick snack.in that moment, he will answer her question and  ignore  the rest of the class’ attempts at deciphering the  significance  of this lunch break, because if he doesn’t, he’s going to get a migraine.  ❛  do whatever you want. just don’t make a racket and don’t get out of your seat.  ❜

     “  ... no noise, no movement?  yeah,  no problem.  thanks, sensei.  ”  jirou wasn’t struggling to stay awake during class per se,  but as a creature of the night ( rock and roll don’t sleep, baby ),  she’s always ready for a nap.  that much is clear when she lets a beast of a yawn out,  the second the coast is clear.