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(At the dorm’s kitchen.)
Jiro watched as the cup of ramen spun around in the microwave. She thought about a lot of things, but right now she remembered how they got here, sitting in the kitchen, eating ramen at 2:00 am.
She can’t remember any part of her life where Kaminari wasn’t there. He’d wiggled his way into everything, through middle school, kindergarten, and now U.A.
He was almost like a background character that always showed up, the only difference was that he was way more important than a background character.
Suddenly, Denki chimed in, startling her. “You think you still remember how to play the flute from band back in middle school?” He asked.
Jiro was surprised at this, she honestly didn’t expect him to remember that far back. She didn’t really forget how to play, but she did remember what a wild time middle school was.
The sky was still navy blue outside, dew glinted and fell off the plants as it rained last night.
Jiro hummed as she made her way down the sidewalk to the bottom of the hill. Her sailor uniform swished in the breeze. Her instrument case swung by her legs as she walked past the neighbor’s garden.
To no surprise, Kaminari was running down the street in his usual demeanor, almost stumbling over the asphalt. “Hey, Jiro!” He yelled from across the street.
She turned around, and waved to him while walking backwards, yet somehow not losing her balance. “How do you do that?! He shouted, catching up to her.
“I don’t know!” She replied, giggling. By some coincidence, they lived on the same street.
They walked down the sidewalk, laughing about some dumb jokes and occasionally scattering like bugs when a car drove by.
“Jiro!” Denki snapped his fingers in front of her face. She jolted out of her flashback.
“You good?” Denki hovered. “Mmhmm,” she hummed lazily. As much as she tried to fight it, her mind was dragged back into a flashback.
Maybe it was the fact that it was two AM, and the restless nights studying and practicing for exams that had her almost knocked out now. And besides, what else was she supposed to do right now? Stare into her high school crush’s soul?
No way she’s doing that.
They reached 4th period just before the bell. Of course they sat next to each other too, because this is a fanfiction, it just makes sense.
Writing was the bane of Denki's existence. His grammar was dogshit, and his handwriting was an undiscovered language, according to Jiro’s relentless jabs at his attempts to finish writing the answers for the homework in that respective class.
“Man, writing used to be fun! What happened?” Denki groaned miserably, already filled with overdramatic dread.
“Your’e being dramatic, Kaminari. It’s not that bad.” She
They sat down and the teacher walked around handing out a brand new project. Lucky me, thought Kaminari. I’m not even finished with the previous one.
“You look like a sad Victorian child, dude. It cannot be that painful.” Jiro giggled, he looked like a shrimp with his artist posture.
She put in her earbuds and instantly started writing, while Denki struggled to get out more than a few paragraphs. Eventually, she had more than half a page in twenty minutes.
Denki finally had something to go on, but then he looked at Jiro's full paper and lost all confidence.
His head hit the desk with a bonk, which made sense, because his head was now hollow. No one could hear, because everyone else was sympathetically suffering over this, too.
She gave up, absolutely done with him. “Do you want me to write your paper?” she sighed.
“What?”
“I said, do you want me to write your paper?” She pulled out her earbuds.
Obviously, he thought. But that’s against the rules. “Actually, they’d get suspicious. Your writing would be unusually good.” She said, smirking under her breath.
Denki didn’t get it until a few seconds later. “Hey are you saying that-” Her head was on the desk, and she was giggling like a maniac.
“You’re brutal,” he said, smiling despite himself.
Later on, they suffered through the day, when band class rolled around. The noise, along with someone’s quirk use, blew them back. Unfazed, they sat down in their sections.
As she walked away, and even throughout the day, even when she wasn’t walking next to him, she stayed in his thoughts all day.
This started happening more recently, Kaminari noticed, but he’d been passing it off as nothing. Yet, his thoughts were clouded by a certain purple haired girl for the rest of the day.
He glanced at her from across the room and saw her playing the flute. His gaze lingered on her for longer than he’d like to admit. He didn't notice the director addressing the trombones until someone kicked his shins and snapped him out of it.
After class, Jiro and Kaminari walked over to their lockers. Jiro threw her case into the locker and slammed it with an exhausted huff.
“I'm never going to finish that piece, and I’m going to ruin the concert!” She breathed. “You sounded good from over there. I don't think it was that bad.” He said. “You’re just saying that.”
Jiro slung her bag over her shoulder and they walked toward the doors. Kaminari fixed his hair, and they left the building through the back.
The cool air nipped her skin as they pushed open the doors. “Finally, air.” She inhaled, as if to take in everything she missed. “They keep us in there too long. Alright, let’s walk home.” Denki said while stretching.
Leaves fell and drifted while they walked on the sidewalk. October was the best month, in both their opinions. That was one of the numerous things they agreed on.
Kaminari tried to start up a conversation. “You sound like you hate playing the flute. Why did you choose it?” She looked at him quizzically.
“Well, there was no bass guitar. And it seemed easy enough. And to be honest, the only reason I joined band was because you were going to join.” She lowered her voice when she mumbled that last part, almost as if she didn't want him to hear it.
However Kaminari heard it. “What did you say?” He raised his eyebrow. “Nothing.” She giggled. “Nope, I heard you say something!” He smirked. She showed him playfully.
They laughed and walked all the way home. All this came easy to them. Hanging out with each other was simple, and they wouldn't have it any other way.
“Jirou!” She squeaked. He caught her by surprise and she realized she just spent a good five minutes out of it, remembering their walks home from middle school, all their wasted 4th periods, all their middle school shenanigans.
Her face slightly flushed pink. The memories took over when she had nothing to do. And now she was remembering the first time they met.
The Kaminari’s had just moved into the neighborhood due to his mom’s new job as a hero. Their neighborhood insisted on throwing a house warming party, and most people showed up, including Jirou’s family.
Kaminari sat in the corner, greeting random families and small children. His nerves slowly disappeared, but then he heard someone playing a guitar in the background. Slow deliberate tuning, scales. He instantly shot up to see who it was.
He could hear it coming from the living room, so he made his way over and there she was.
A girl about his age, with short purple hair, bangs covering most of her face was tuning her bass guitar. She didn’t look mean, to his surprise, but no one “looks mean” to Denki Kaminari.
Unbeknownst to him, this would be his first and most important moment in this new neighborhood.
She looked up. “Do you play bass?” He asked, unsure. Her eyes instantly lit up. It all happened then. They ran up to his new room, unpacked everything, laughed, played guitar, and talked about their new school.
They did everything they could until the party wrapped up, and they had to be dragged away from each other, not before they both promised they would talk later.
Luckily, they ended up exchanging numbers, and they talked all week and weekend on the phone, and knew this would be a familiar routine until school started.
And they talked about a lot of things, many things they may have forgotten, things they still joke about today, things that a certain two people would be remembering like good nostalgia, maybe right now, even though they felt like yesterday.
Even U.A didn't drive them apart. Jiro ripped open her letter and squealed, tears dotting the corners of her eyes. Her smile reached higher than he’d ever seen it, and it wasn’t a joking smirk that she would make when Kaminari said dumb things.
They somehow both got in, and they jumped and hugged each other when they got their letters, they both cried, as expected, because they would be friends for quite a while. A good long while.
Jirou didn’t flinch when he talked again. “Are you thinking about something?” Kaminari asked, though he looked dazed as he said it too. Could he have been doing the same thing she was?
“Oh, just… thinking.” She wasn’t lying. “Hey, do you remember when we found out we got into U.A?” She asked. Oh yeah, I remember misreading it and freaked out because I thought I didn’t get in!”
He did, otherwise we would probably not be telling this story. They would have moved on with their lives, found new best friends, new people to tell dumb jokes to, new people to whine about homework assignments with, new everything.
But they stayed in some miracle. Some miracle allowed them to stay together.
Obviously, the overly microwaved ramen was long forgotten.