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Bakugou Katsuki stared at the bright screen, it's light turned up so high that it's hurting his eyes in his dark room. His phone vibrated yet again, buzzing softly in his hand. He knew what it was; not his parents, not a fan, but a hater. It was always like that. He bit his lip and reloaded the Twitter page. And, guess what? He was right. Again.
Why are you even still singing? Just fucking disappear into oblivion, asshole.
His eyes lingered on the last word, repeating it over and over in his head. Asshole. Asshole. Asshole. Every time he read it, that familiar burst of anger flared in his chest.
Buzz.
That was it. Bakugou leaped off the bed, a scream ripped out of his throat and he flung the phone across the room. It rammed into the opposite wall, a loud crash echoing throughout the empty space before dropping to the ground with a clatter. In its wake, a decent sized dent was left on Bakugou's blank white wall. He collapsed onto his bed and pulled an arm over his eyes. When the phone vibrated yet again, he just stood up and walked right out of his apartment, not even bothering to lock the door behind him.The old woman who shared his wall peeked out from behind her own entrance, concern making her eyebrows furrow. But when she saw who it was, that concern turned to disgust, and she slammed her door closed with strength a person her age shouldn't have.The bright lights of the apartment building didn't match the mood he had. Wondering what kind of mood he was in? Not a good one. He marched straight past the elevator and to the stairs. Bakugou didn't want to even be in the same space as another human being right now. But right as he was about to sprint down the stairway, he felt a shove from behind him. Bakugou caught the railing just before he could roll down the stairs. He whirled around, his fists clenched and an angry scowl on his face.Standing behind him was a girl with her black hair tied into a spikey ponytail and a single bang on the right side of her face. She was giving him a dirty glare, clenching her teeth. "What the fuck is your problem?" He shouted, shoving her back. The girl stumbled but quickly regained her balance again."I should be asking you that!" She yelled, throwing a punch. "What's wrong with you? You're the result of a mistake!" Bakugou ducked, and then kicked. His foot caught her in the stomach and she hit the ground, hands clenched around her middle. "See? A mistake," she hissed through clenched teeth. Bakugou's infamous temper sparked, and his shoe collided with her pretty face, knocking her out in an instant.The blond glared down at her for a moment before stomping on her hand as hard as he could."Mistake my ass," he sneered. "Shouldn't be talking like that when you're on the fucking ground."Kicking her one last time, Bakugou spun around and walked down the stairs, muttering under his breath.Each time he put a foot forward, it seemed like another large stone was added on Bakugou's shoulders, until it was hard for him to put one foot in front of another. The heaviness held him back, weighing him down. It had him pinned. He hadn't even realized that he was out of the apartment and walking down the streets until he bumped into a small boy. His mom caught him before he could fall into the heavy traffic. Bakugou ducked his head so that the woman couldn't see him and made a sharp turn into a store he didn't know.When he looked up, Bakugou realized that it was a local drugstore. His feet made him walk forward, to the medicine's aisle. All around him were small boxes and containers, pills waiting to be taken. He wondered what would happen if he swallowed one of them. His eyes searched for the words he's seen so many times across the internet. And on his feed. Bakugou glanced around him, and when he made sure nobody was there, he picked up the small cylinder. Sleeping pills.The voice that was constantly in the back of his head nagged him. Just eat them. Nobody wants you here anyway. A painless death, like going to sleep. DO IT. DO IT.But that small angel that sat on his shoulder whispered in his ear as well. Don't it. You can still change things. There are always second chances!Bakugou wanted to fling the non-existent angel off his shoulder. He's already used his second chance. Life didn't give him a third. He was going to fucking hell. He swallowed, wondering what the small blue pills would feel like, sliding down his throat. He wondered if anybody would find him here, lying in the middle of a drugstore. Or if anybody would bother helping him.He licked his lips, beginning to rip open the sealing. But then he stopped. This was a coward's way to go. And he wasn't weak. Not the slightest.But he walked over to the cashier register, pulling his wallet out. The cashier behind the counter grinned at him and even gave him a discount. Fuck him, Bakugou thought angrily. He wants me to fucking die, doesn't he?Bakugou walked of the store, making sure to slam the doors close as hard as he could. The small container in his pocket felt heavy, even though it couldn't weigh more than a pound.Just in case.
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Kirishima Eijirou watched as the numbers soared. Today, it was from 1,075,002 to 4,635,512. Freaking 4,635,512 subscribers. After just one month and two videos, his Youtube channel was slowly, no, quickly, gaining fame. The little restaurant he worked at barely ever had any customers, so he could practice his singing all the time. But he hadn't realized how many people would appreciate it. Online, he was a pop artist called "Red Riot". His only platform was Youtube, and Kirishima never showed his face in either of the two videos. The only thing the viewer could see was a black background and his nickname in a bright red. Kirishima smiled, brushing his red hair back. That was mostly why he named himself that, and because of his idol, Crimson Riot.He scrolled through the comments of his new video. It already had more than three million views, and he just posted it this morning. Everybody was either talking about how he's going to be famous one day, while others were asking for a face reveal.In fact, there was a whole discussion about why he didn't show his face in his videos. He read the first two:
You should do a face reveal! I bet you're super hot ;)
Nah, he's not gonna do one. He's probably some guy with a really ugly face hiding behind a computer screen. Or, he could be some hottie that doesn't like getting attention. I personally think it's the second one.
Kirishima laughed. If he showed his face, would they think he was ugly or handsome? Probably ugly. It tempted him sometimes. He stood up and walked into his bathroom. He looked into the mirror, trying for a smile. Oh, God, those shark teeth. They made him so insecure. His hair was down right now, but it was still that same bright red and he was going to style it in a moment. Well, that scar made him seem manly... Maybe?His smile was one of the things that he was more confident about. Back in high school, a short-haired girl with charger-like earrings told him she was in love with his smile. Kirishima wondered where in the world she was now. Most likely not hiding behind a screen because she was self-conscious. Kirishima quickly styled his hair into those trademark spikes and pulled on a jacket before walking out of the house. Even with all the money, he was getting with his Youtube videos, Kirishima was sure it wouldn't stay that way for long. Eventually, they'd all find out how boring and untalented he was. And then, he'll be left to eat cold ramen every day because he couldn't afford electricity. The ground was wet under his feet, quickly soaking into his shoes. Yes, shoes, not crocs, Mina would get so mad at him if he wore those. On the other side of the street, he noticed a guy with a black hoodie pulled over his eyes bump into a small child. Kirishima inhaled sharply, wanting to run over and stop him from falling into the slow rush of cars. But he didn't need to, because a woman pulled him away.Kirishima sighed in relief and continued on. Teenagers going through their emo phase should be more careful on the sidewalk. Ten minutes later, he slumped over a cashier register, fiddling around with his phone. He wasn't even using any apps, just scrolling from one home screen to another. Eventually, he scrolled through his pictures, smiling at the ones that made him nostalgic. The phone's been with him through thick and thin, back to when he was in middle school.Kirishima stopped on one particular image, from way back. Grade 7? His hair was still black then, hanging into his eyes. In the picture, he looked surprised, mouth open. A boy with spikey blond hair stood beside him, glaring to the side while he tried to hand Kirishima something."Did I take that?" He muttered aloud, tilting his head. Obviously not, since it wasn't posed like a selfie. But still, he didn't remember the angry blond-haired boy. But before he could think too hard on that, the door was pushed open and a guy walked in. He was tall, with pale skin and rather pointy ears. He was slouching, and his dark indigo hair stuck up at the back of his head, thin, tired-looking eyes partially covered by his bangs. "Welcome!" Kirishima called, feeling a grin spread across his face. Because Mina, Kaminari, and Sero were all visiting their parents across seas, he was lonely and ached for human interaction. "What would you like to order?" The guy furrowed his eyebrows and glanced up at the sign above Kirishima's head, eyes darting nervously. Kirishima patiently waited, smile still wide on his face. Every second that passed by, the customer looked more and more uncomfortable. Finally, when he began swallowing too many times to be normal, Kirishima said, "want a cup of hot chocolate? Those are my favorites!"The boy let out a small breath a relief and nodded. "How much?""$1.50, please," Kirishima replied, turning around and beginning to grab a cup. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that in one of the indigo-haired boy's ear was an earbud. "What are you listening to?" He asked curiously. He stammered for a moment before finally muttering, "Red Riot."Kirishima almost wanted to yell at him in excitement. But he merely hummed, water sloshing into the cup. "I've heard of him," he said casually. "What do you think of him?""His singing makes my day a little brighter," the guy mumbled. Now, this really wanted to make Kirishima jump with joy. Knowing his music made people happy pulled him a little out of that hole of insecurity. Kirishima nodded, too excited to say anything. He finished up the guy's order and pushed it across the counter towards him, counting the money placed before the register."What's your name?" Kirishima asked. "My name's Kirishima Eijirou."He looked up, surprised. "M-my name's Tamaki Amajiki."Kirishima grinned, leaning forward happily. "Gem, huh? That's manly," he commented. The tips of Amajiki's ears turned red and he quickly muttered thanks before taking a seat farthest from the cashier. Kirishima let out a huff of amusement when even after a few minutes, his ears were still the same red.When no customers came in, he took a seat and pulled out a piece of paper to muse over lyric ideas.
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Red Riot. Yes, Bakugou fucking knew him. Everyone fucking knew him. Bakugou leaned against the cold wet wall behind him. He'd walked a few hours, crossing random streets and making random turns. He was standing in a deserted alley, off to the side of all the bustle of Japan. Litter was everywhere; it had been hard for him to find a place to stand without stepping on some piece of garbage. This wasn't where somebody like him belonged. Two years ago, he would probably be standing on the Red Carpet. But now, he couldn't even walk out the door without some old lady slamming her door on him. How things have progressed. To the right, where human civilization actually walked, he could hear a group of girls chatting on and on about something. Bakugou glanced over to see three of them standing less than a yard away from him."This place is gross, why are we here?" One asked, kicking away a stray can.The second one rolled her grey eyes. "This is what we get for volunteering for community clean up, Cassy."The first girl, Cassy, just huffed. To Bakugou, it didn't look as if they were doing any cleaning. He doubted these city girls even volunteered by themselves. "Have you guys heard of Red Riot, by the way?" The third girl piped up. She pulled out her phone excitedly when the other two just raised their eyebrows at her. She reached into her other pocket and pulled out a pair of earbuds before attaching the cord. She handed one earbud to each girl. "Listen."For a moment the two looked confused. And then, their eyes widened in surprise. "Oh my God!" The one called Cassy squealed. "This guy! Is like, my new senpai!"The second one nodded in agreement. "That's some voice." The third girl grinned, laughing. "I know, right? He actually sings, unlike the music we hear nowadays. It's so unique. I can't even hear any autotune in this.""He sounds like an angel," Cassy breathed, nodding her head to the beat. "What's his real name, Rachel?"The third girl, Rachel, shrugged. "He's just a Youtuber. Calls himself Red Riot. He doesn't even show his face in his videos." She showed her friends the phone. "See? Just a black background and words.""He's gonna be popular," The second girl muttered. Cassy laughed. "Well, duh!"Bakugou scowled down at the Lays bag of chips at his feet. What the fuck. What's so special about him? Red Riot is just some overrated singer everybody's fangirling over. He couldn't be better than Bakugou. The blond froze when Cassy opened her mouth again."He's so much better than Ground Zero," she rolled her eyes again. If she rolls her eyes one more time, I swear to God I'm going to beat her up, Bakugou thought angrily. "Right?" The second girl agreed, nodding. "I dunno how stupid Bakugou got famous. And what he did? He freaking deserves all that hate.""God, I wish we could just walk up to him and tell him to just freaking stop," Rachel grumbled, furrowing her eyebrows at the ground in annoyance."That's so mean, Rachel," the second girl giggled. Bakugou wished she would just shut the fuck up. "I love it. Doesn't he live somewhere around here? We could just go find him."Bakugou swallowed and began to turn to quickly walk away from the group of girls. Even these middle schoolers hate him. Was it really that bad? It was, some dark part of him whispered. Like the kid said, you deserve it.Did he really? Bakugou walked down the alley, the girl's voices slowly fading and mixing with the honking of cars. When he looked up again, he could see the other side of the alley. Everywhere in Tokyo looked the same to him. Same old grey, same old people. He was lost, and he knew it.Bakugou would've pulled out his phone to look for directions, but he didn't want to see all those awful tweets and notifications. He was so fucking sick of it. Not that he could pull out his phone anyway. His phone was back in his apartment, lying on the ground, probably with a cracked screen. He couldn't ask anyone either. There would be a big commotion, and he'd be accused of something again. No, he couldn't ask anyone. When he walked back into the crowds of people, he pulled his black hoodie down a little more, just in case. The middle-aged businessman he bumped into gave him a second glance, but Bakugou was already gone. Somehow, he managed to find his way back. The streets became familiar, and he started to recognize the words on the signposts. Bakugou's stomach growled, reminding him of how long he spent outside, just wandering. And he sure as fuck didn't have anything in his fridge.Bakugou risked a glance up. To the right, was a tiny beat-up shop squeezed in between two more beat-up shops. Fuck it. Bakugou shoved a girl out of the way and stomped up to the door. He glanced at the sign before pushing the door open. Fatgum Cafe. What a stupid name.There was an annoying little ring from above him. Stupid bell. The shop was small, too small and cramped. Five tables, one counter, two guys. The guy at standing before the counter glanced behind him, saw Bakugou, flinched, mumbled something to the cashier, and walked out far too quickly. Whatever. Bakugou walked up to the counter reaching into his pocket for money. A nervous shiver ran down his spine when his finger bumped against the plastic container. But it quickly disappeared when he heard the clerk's voice."Welcome!"
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First thought: dang, he's hot.Second thought: fuck, I looked up.When Bakugou jolted up in surprise at the voice, he couldn't help but linger his eyes a little too long. Maybe way too long. The guy had bright red hair, spiked up almost perfectly with gel. He had a wide grin on his face, putting his razor-sharp shark-like teeth on display. His wide red eyes were beautiful; Bakugou could probably stare into them forever. After a few moments of looking, which, is not long at all, Bakugou noticed a small scar right above his right eye.His voice was like music to his ears. After long seconds of awkward staring and the barista grinning, Bakugou quickly lowered his gaze. But it was too late. The cashier already saw.But to Bakugou surprise, the redhead's grin didn't falter at all. "What would you like to order?" The guy asked cheerfully, waving his hand to the lit-up board over his head. "The hot chocolate here is always awesome!"Hot chocolate? What a wimp. Bakugou grunted and slapped five dollars onto the counter. "Cappuccino. Medium.""One medium cappuccino coming right up!"Bakugou listened to the soft sounds of the cafe; the slow, classical music in the background and the water hitting a paper cup. "Are you staying or leaving?" The redhead suddenly asked curiously."Staying," Bakugou grunted. That wasn't a hard decision. Stay with this oblivious dude or go back and deal with whatever consequences that he was facing. Shit, why did he have to go and beat that girl up? Maybe everyone was right and he was a bad person.The cashier hummed softly under his breath as he finished up the first part of the drink. He placed it on the counter and reached into a drawer and hesitated again. "Cinnamon or chocolate powder?""Chocolate," Bakugou muttered.He smiled and pulled out a small shaker, and gently shook it above the drink. The redhead pulled out a fork from the side and carefully drew something on the top layer, his tongue poking out in concentration. Finally, he slid the cup to Bakugou, watching his reaction anxiously.Bakugou furrowed his eyebrows in confusion when he glanced down. The powder was swirled into a delicate drawing; an explosion. It looked like it jumped right out of a cartoon and landed on drink. He opened his mouth, trying to get the word out. Fuck, how long has it been since he said it?"Th-thanks."From a single word, the redhead's face lit up like a lantern. "No problem!" He beamed at Bakugou. Bakugou swallowed and backed away from the counter. He couldn't remember when somebody had smiled at him so brightly either. When he retreated to one of the far tables by the window, he realized that it started raining. Shit. He didn't any money on him, and he didn't have anybody to call. Fuck.Whatever. Bakugou stared down at the drink, a warm feeling in his chest stirring up even though he hadn't even begun drinking it yet. He risked a glance at the cashier and felt the warmth grow. The redhead didn't recognize him. That should be bad. He should be known all over the world, by everyone. So why did it make him so relieved?Slowly, the rain got heavier. Fucking shitty fuck. He was done with the drink, and now, he was just waiting for the rain to stop. Not to mention the already grey sky was quickly darkening. By now, Bakugou was getting nervous. He was sure that no Uber driver was going to let him in. And it wasn't as if he could just run as fast as he could back, his apartment was a good 20 minutes away."Fuck," he muttered, glancing around the small store for a clock. He found one, right about his head. 7:32PM. Great, awesome, spectacular, wonderful. "Uh, hey?" Bakugou looked up. The hot cashier was fucking talking to him. "Um, I was wondering, do you have a ride home or something?" The redhead asked, looking a little nervous but still giving Bakugou a bright smile. "'Cause, it's raining pretty hard," he jabbed a finger at the door.Bakugou scowled in annoyance. What did this guy think he was? A weakling who couldn't even afford a car? He could buy twenty if he wanted, easy. "I can get home perfectly fine," he growled, standing up. He picked up the paper cup and tossed it into the trashcan beside the counter. "Mind your own business."The clerk's smile faltered at that, but the sides of his mouth quickly shot up again. "Do you have an umbrella?" He asked persistently."I don't need a fucking umbrella," Bakugou rolled his eyes, walking to the door. "A little rain isn't gonna kill me."He put a hand on the door and was about to push it open when the redhead tried again. "But you're gonna get wet," he reasoned, quickly closing down the machines around him. Bakugou watched as he did it at a surprisingly fast speed. "Plus, I have an umbrella!""You're not gonna fucking walk me home," Bakugou clenched his jaw in annoyance and quickly pushed the door. "Wait!"The blond groaned and glanced over his shoulder again. The redhead was running over now, hitting one of the shop's lights off as he went. Just leave me alone, his brain wanted to scream. But he wasn't going to mess this up. Not this time. There needed to be at least one person in this world who didn't see him as the bad guy.The redhead put on his dark red jacket and pulled out an umbrella out of one of its pockets and held it out to him. "C'mon," the boy flashed his bright smile again. His grin was the only thing that was lighting up the dark room. "No," Bakugou glared at him. "Do you not know what that means? No means no.""But I want to walk with you!" When he said that, the blond's resistance crumbled down. Bakugou could hear the blood pounding in his ears, drowning out the heavy droplets of rain. He was sure that if he talked at that moment, he would've stumbled over his words.So he just grunted and held the door open for the cashier. "What's your name?" The redhead asked cheerfully, looking satisfied with his answer. "I'm Kirishima Eijirou!"Kirishima. That was the name of the mountain he used to climb with his parents before that happened. Kirishima Eijirou."Bakugou Katsuki," he muttered, waiting for the redhead-Kirishima to lock the doors. "An explosive name for an explosive person," Kirishima joked, laughing. Bakugou rolled his eyes again. "That's a nice name, Bakugou Katsuki."His name on the redhead's tongue sounded so right. It felt like they were in a movie when the boy opened the umbrella and handed it to Bakugou. The blond glanced at the redhead, who was cautiously touching his spikey hair. Even with the hair, he was just a tiny bit shorter than Bakugou. He couldn't explain why, but he liked that.When they started walking into the rain, it really did feel like there was nobody else in the world except the two of them.
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After that day, Bakugou found himself coming back. On one of his bad days, just seeing the grinning redhead could make warmth bloom in his chest. 'Course, that wasn't something he was ever going to admit. On days where he would be pushed around, walking into Fatgum Cafe would relieve it all. Now, Bakugou was just dreading the day when Kirishima found out just who he was."Hey, Bakugou!" Kirishima grinned at him, taking his breath away for what seemed to be the millionth time. Bakugou walked up to the counter, but before he could order anything, Kirishima slid a cup of black coffee into his hands.Bakugou frowned down at it. "How the fuck do you know what I'm about to order?"Kirishima laughed, obviously proud of himself. "On Tuesdays and Thursdays, you want a cappuccino, on every other day you want it black," the redhead slid a tiny plastic spoon towards him. "Today's a Friday."The blond stared at the swirl of black for a moment before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. "Stalker," he muttered, shoving a five dollar bill across the counter.The barista just rolled his eyes, still grinning. "Not my problem if my brain's so awesome," he joked, tapping a finger against his temple. This time, it was Bakugou's turn to roll his eyes. "Are you staying or leaving?" Kirishima asked, leaning forward.Bakugou wondered why the hell he wanting to reach forward and poke one of his fingers against those red gelled spikes. "Leaving," he mumbled, looking away. "I have a fucking meeting." Kirishima tilted his head and frowned. Just for a moment. And then that wide smile was back. "Okay! I hope you do well! Remember not to swear.""Whatever." That wasn't a lie. He really did have a meeting. Of course, not what Kirishima thought it was. No, he wasn't sitting in some important business office, discussing government matters or shit; he wasn't that important. Instead, he was sitting in a truck, listening to the guy beside him rant about not being paid enough. "You don't pay me enough!" The man complained, crossing his arms and huffing. He was tall and slender, long blond hair shooting up the back of his head like a rocket. Under his nose was this tiny little mustache that made him look like a cartoon character. He was wearing that stupid pair of triangular glasses like he always did. Completed with blue headphones, he looked ridiculous. That was Hizashi Yamada, aka, Mic."I don't even know why Aizawa still insists on sticking with you, like, what the hell!" Mic yelled, waving his arms around drastically. "And also Giraffe! Him and his stupid perfect blond hair and long turtle necks! They're so fucking loyal it pisses me off!"Bakugou sighed, pulling out his phone. It was cracked, so cracked that Bakugou could barely read the time. He should've fixed it earlier, but he didn't. He couldn't stand the thought of being kicked out of the Apple store. Fucking coward.4:59 PM. Bakugou glanced up and out the window. Fuck, he really didn't want to walk home in the dark. "Are you even listening to me?" Mic shouted, shaking Bakugou's shoulder. "I'm telling you that if one more news article pops up about you, I'm gonna fucking quit!""I heard you," Bakugou said, clenching his jaw. "Can I go now?"Mic opened his mouth for a second like he wanted to argue, but closed it again. "Go, get out of my sight," his tiny eyebrows furrowed together angrily. He shoved Bakugou out of his truck. As if he even wanted to stay there. Bakugou slammed the door as hard as he could before walking away. What he wouldn't give to see Kirishima and his fucking shitty hair again. "So, what do you do?" Kirishima asked curiously, propping his chin against his palm. Today, in his hands, he held a cup of cappuccino. This time, the drawing was his name. Bakugou Katsuki, with a tiny spark in place of the letter i. Bakugou froze. Fuck. Should he lie? Or just come out and tell the truth. No, this cafe was his only relief, there's no way he's telling the truth. "I'm an IT manager," he said quickly, spitting out the first job that came to mind.Kirishima nodded, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "I thought you'd be in a band or something," he commented. "Can't really imagine you sitting around a table all day."The blond scowled, chugging the drink down. It was still a little too hot and burned his throat. "What do you do?" He muttered. "Wow, you're engaging in conversation!" Kirishima laughed. Before Bakugou could yell at him, he continued, "I work here.""You can't possibly fucking survive if you just worked here, Shitty Hair.""But I do."Bakugou narrowed his eyes at him. He was hiding something, Bakugou was sure of that. Seriously, what could he be doing that he couldn't say? Prostitution? The blond shivered, swallowing. Let's not think about that.So he let it drop."By the way, can I have your phone number?" Kirishima asked casually, twirling a black plastic fork between his fingers. "What?""Can I have your number?"When he just stared, the redhead blushed, his ears burning red. Kirishima cleared his throat nervously and started pulling at the strand of red hair under his ear. "S-so, is that a no or yes?"Bakugou quickly pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and started scribbling his phone number down.Kirishima let out a breathy laugh. "I'll take that as a yes."
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That day when the blond haired boy walked into the small cafe, Kirishima realized that the world was wrong. Absolutely. Wrong. Well, maybe they were right at one point. But they weren't right anymore.And, yes, of course, he knew who the Bakugou Katsuki was, who didn't know? You'd have to be living under a really huge rock to not know him.Kirishima stared at Bakugou, who had fallen asleep at one of the tables. Again. He didn't understand why he chose to stay here instead of his million dollar house. Not that he minded, to be honest. The blond's mouth opened and he muttered something under his breath. Kirishima grinned. The singer looked so much softer when he was asleep. The usual frown implanted on his face was gone, as if all the stress had leaked out of his face.He looked like he wouldn't harm a fly. The redhead furrowed his eyebrows curiously. All the accusations directed at Bakugou weren't denied or confirmed. And with the secret recording of the phone call between an anonymous interviewer and the famous actor Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima could see why people believed Bakugou was evil.But then he would remember how Bakugou tipped a hundred dollars to the cafe. "Everything's so confusing," Kirishima sighed, letting his head drop to the counter."E-everything okay, Kirishima?"Kirishima jumped up so fast that his chair tipped backwards and crashed into the coffee machines. Before he could start screaming, he realized that, no, it wasn't a kidnapper, but Amajiki.The redhead quickly glanced over at Bakugou to see if the commotion had woken him up. He sighed in relief when the blond just furrowed his eyebrows and muttered something again."Hi, Amajiki!" Kirishima whispered loudly, grinning at the customer.The black-haired boy also glanced over at Bakugou. He slouched even lower. "Hi, Kirishima. I-is that who I think it is?" Amajiki whispered, sliding a five dollar bill across the marble surface. The older boy seemed to shrink in the presence of the one and only Ground Zero, even though he was asleep."Probably," Kirishima guessed, turning around to prepare the drink. He paused in the middle of dumping cocoa powder into the cup. "Uh, hot chocolate, right?"Amajiki nodded. The redhead hummed and let the rest of the powder slid in. There was a moment of comfortable silence, maybe not so comfortable on Amajiki's end, before Kirishima suddenly said, "he's not as bad as they say, you know that right?" Amajiki looked up, surprised. "You don't think so?" He turned his gaze back onto the table and began tracing small figure-eights with his index finger. "Have you read all those articles about him? I don't know, Kirishima.""But-""B-but I don't mean that he's bad!" The black-haired boy added quickly, the tips of ears flushing in embarrassment. The figure-eights looked more like random scribbles now. "I'm s-sure he must be an okay person if you think so. M-maybe even a great person! News doesn't determine everything, so maybe he's changed? Not that I'm saying that he was a bad person before either..." He trailed off, face completely red now. Kirishima smiled at how much he cared about what he said. It was hard to find people like that these days. "Yeah, maybe," he mused. "Who knows?" When Amajiki left, Kirishima smiled to himself. Sometimes it seemed that the world wasn’t such a dark place. He propped his head up with his palm and glanced out the window. The wind blew against the cracked glass, threatening to shatter if there was just a little bit more pressure. Fifty dollars would be enough to fix that. Outside, the sky was a dark grey, like it always was nowadays. Storm clouds brewed up high, promising rain that would probably fall in the next few hours.Winter was coming. That meant he had to turn up the heater if he didn’t want to turn into a Kiri-sicle. He could feel the pressure of all the money he had to pay back. Fuck, even if he blew up in Youtube, he wasn’t sure he could do it all. Student debt, the three surgery that had all failed, and, not to mention, the overdue rent.Kirishima glanced down at the notebook in his lap. He didn’t even know what the next song was going to be about. Something people can relate to. Something that catches people’s attention.He sat there, staring down at the scratched up paper, mind blank. “Crap…” He groaned.“What’s your damn problem now?”Kirishima cursed in surprise, standing up so fast that the notebook flew out of his hands and into the air. Bakugou, who was sleeping a moment ago, stood in front of him, giving Kirishima a confused scowl. The scratched up notebook fell onto the counter, and Bakugou picked it up, frowning.“What the fuck is thi-”“Nothing!” Kirishima yelped, grabbing it out of the blond’s hands. His heart pounded in his chest, already sweating nervously, even though it was freezing. “N-nothing at all! Nope, nothing!”He quickly shoved the notebook to the side, laughing anxiously and scratching the back of his neck casually-not at all casually, really. Bakugou stared at him in disgust. “What the hell, Shitty Hair?” He grumbled. “I saw how messed up that stupid thing was, idiot. It’s pages are almost out of the fucking bind. Get a new one, would you? It pisses me off at seeing gross things.”Kirishima internally let out a sigh of relief. “A-ah, yeah, it is a little broken, isn’t it,” he smiled, swallowing when Bakugou squinted at him. “Um. Yup.”The blond raised an eyebrow, staring at him for a moment longer before pulling out an impossibly cracked phone. “I gotta go,” he muttered, jaw clenching. He shoved the phone back into his pocket. “Bye, Shitty Hair.”“Bye!” The redhead called, waving after him. As Bakugou opened the wobbly door, Kirishima quickly added, “you should get a new phone, too!”Bakugou snorted and let the door close.Just when Kirishima was about to let loose a long sigh, he heard a shrill scream. He jerked his head back up just in time to see a little girl burst into tears right outside the cafe. The people around her began shouting as well, yelling curses. Kirishima’s heart sunk when he realized who all those dirty words were directed to.Bakugou stared at all of the people screeching at him in horror. He stood there, frozen for a moment before shoving past an elderly woman and sprinting away. The woman cried out as she fell into the rush of cars. The redhead groaned, knowing that push to the old lady must’ve been captured on camera.“Dammit,” he muttered. He could already hear the police sirens in the distance. “Fuck.”That night, he sat at his kitchen counter, watching the news intently. And… There it was. Bakugou’s frantic face, recorded on a shaky phone’s camera. The push. One car visibly running over the old woman’s leg. Kirishima winced when he heard a loud, very audible crunch of a bone cracking.All this mess, just because some little girl thought Ground Zero was the bad guy in a superhero movie.But he wasn’t a bad guy. At least, not from what Kirishima could see. He stared at his notebook. Except how could he get everyone else to see that too?Suddenly, Kirishima understood what people meant when they said a lightbulb just brightened in their brains. Something people could relate to-being misunderstood. Something that catches people’s attention-the truth revealed.Shit, he could just make a song about Bakugou, couldn’t he?
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Just as Kirishima’s heart was starting pound at the idea of releasing such a bold song and the prospect of joining all the drama, his phone rang on the kitchen countertop. His ringtone was one of the less popular songs of Ground Zero,
Among Them
, that gave out weird undertones.
Most of Ground Zero’s songs were about being the best, or crushing everybody and reaching the top. It was rare to hear one of his less explosive music on the radio, if his songs were ever on the radio at all, after all the commotion. Kirishima didn’t pick up the phone just yet. He let it ring, Bakugou’s deep voice filling the small, empty kitchen.
Back when I was young,
I would sit down at the table and listen to all these songs,
I look up to every famous man,
And wonder how they got where they where,
But now that I’m here among them,
I don’t feel happy in my own home,
This song wasn’t even new. For all Kirishima could know, Bakugou has been depressed for ages. He frowned and picked up the phone. Immediately, Kirishima felt his face lift when he saw who it was. He could already picture the other boy grinning brightly while a pink haired girl and black-haired boy leaned in to listen to the conversation.
“Hey, man!” Kaminari’s cheerful voice yelled from the other side of the phone. “How are you managing without us?”
Kirishima snorted, standing up to make some last minute hot chocolate. “You sound like you expected me to miss you,” he retorted, smiling. From the background, he could hear Mina and Sero scream their lungs out at his reply. He laughed, “Kidding, kidding! You guys are coming back soon, right?”
“Yeah, the day after tomorrow,” Kaminari replied. Kirishima let the water boil and sat down. He opened his mouth to crack another joke, but Kaminari suddenly said, “did you hear about what happened with Ground Zero? Hey, now that I come to think of it, wasn’t the incident really close to that cafe you work- HEY!
Kirishima furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as the blond’s voice disappeared. When Mina’s replaced it, he guessed that she probably grabbed the phone out of their friend’s hands. “Are you okay, Kiribabes?” She asked, Kaminari complaining in the background. “Kami’s an idiot, it was right in front of the shop, right? Did you see Ground Zero?”
“I’m okay, it’s not like I was that old lady,” Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck, smiling at how much Mina cared. “And, yes-I did see him. He… He’s really not as bad as they say, ya know?”
Distantly, Kaminari gasped in astonishment. “Do you hear yourself, Eiji?” He shouted, he and Mina grunting as they probably wrestled over the phone. “This is that jerk we’re talking about! Remember what Deku said?”
“Deku’s just an actor! He could be lying for all we know, just to boost his popularity!” Sero argued, his voice suddenly loud in Kirishima’s ear. Mina said something that Kirishima didn’t catch. “What? No! He’s still my favorite actor of all time, but-!”
And then the call ended. Kirishima stared down at him phone, confused. Yeah, sure, he was really happy that his best friends were coming back, but he also really wished that Kaminari hadn’t said that. He
did
remember what Midoriya said.
I have twenty-nine scars from Kacchan. Three by accident, and twenty-six on purpose.
From what the reporter got from the interview, apparently Ground Zero and Deku were originally childhood friends. Really good friends, until Bakugou started gaining popularity and fame.
I think that it’s sad, really, what being famous can do to you. Kacchan used to be kind, yes, maybe a little of a brat, but still kind.
To Kirishima, Midoriya seemed like a kind-hearted person, not somebody who would talk crap about another person just to be noticed. But maybe fame had changed him too. Kirishima glanced at his scratched up notebook, and wondered what his future would look like. Would he end up like Ground Zero? Or perhaps like Tsuyu Asui, the sculptor, who was smart enough to stay far away from all the drama.
The redhead sighed, leaning back into the chair tiredly. So when his doorbell rang, his chair flipped and he crashed into the ground.
“God, what the heck,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his head for blood. Thankfully, there wasn’t any blood. Kirishima rushed over to the door, fumbling with the lock as the doorbell chimed loudly over and over again. When he finally shoved the door open, his heart sank even further. Kirishima wouldn’t be surprised if surgeons cut open his feet and find his heart there.
Standing at his doorway was a small man, with greasy black hair and a big nose, accompanied by a huge bodyguard, just like the ones people see in movies. Landlord, and his bodyguard. Great. “Hey,” Kirishima grinned at the two, swallowing nervously and hoping his tone didn’t sound too guilty. “What brings you-you two here today?”
The landlord sniffed indigently. “Oh, you know what we’re here for, Eijirou.” He held his hand out and looked at Kirishima expectantly.
Frick. He used the last few thousand dollars he made from Youtube to pay back a fifth of his student loans. God, he was stupid. How could he forget about paying rent? Kirishima bit his lip. “Uh, actually, could you, maybe wait until next month to collect it?” He reasoned hopefully. “I’ll have all of it by then-”
“Really?” The landlord scowled mockingly. “I’ve let you off for four months, Eijirou. Four months of unpaid rent and interest included is $5,800. Plus this month, another $1,450. Do you really think you can pay it off in three weeks?”
“I can! I promise! I-”
“You promise,” the landlord mused, scratching his tiny goatee thoughtfully. “How about this: in two months, you will pay off the $5,800, plus the $4,350 for this month, next month and the one after that.”
Kirishima gulped. Math, math, math, God, this is taking him forever. It’s around 10,000, right? That’s a lot. “H-how about-”
“That’s the best deal you’re getting.”
“I-I’ll do it.”
The landlord smiled in that awful way because he knew that there was probably no way that Kirishima could pay back that much, and bid goodbye. Kirishima rubbed his sweaty hands against his worn jeans and quickly slammed the door closed. He was right, wasn’t he? Suddenly, his throat was dry and it was getting hard to swallow.
He had three months. And once those three months were up, he’d be kicked out of his own home. His phone buzzed in his pocket. Kirishima pulled it out and stared at the bright screen.
Fourth Kind <fourthkind@justanagent>
To me
Hello Red Riot, I know that you’ve turned down my previous offer to perform at a live concert, but I hope you’ll reconsider. This could greatly impact on your career, and you could wear a mask to cover up your face. Of course, I’ll have to know your name and the other personal things in order to set this up. Are you alright with that?
Me and my agent would organize everything for you, and if you do accept, we could have you perform on stage by the end of next month.
And you don’t need to worry about nobody showing up, you’re gaining popularity fast, and I already have a few regulars asking for a live performance from you.
Sincerely, Fosu Kaindo.
Kirishima pursed his lips. A mask, huh? A live performance equals tickets, and tickets equals money.
Me and my agent would organize everything for you, and if you do accept, we could have you perform on stage by the end of next month.
He grinned. Perfect timing.
Red Riot <redriot@gmail>
To Fourth Kind
I’ve reconsidered, and it sounds good. I’ll do the performance.
Sincerely, Kirishima Eijirou
P.S. Like my name?
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After what felt like a million emails back and forth, Kirishima and his new manager, Kaindo, set up the live concert. It was scheduled to be about six weeks away, on a Friday. With his new-found fame, advertisements sent out all over the internet, and posters pasted in malls, the tickets quickly sold out. Kaindo was right; it had only taken a week for 10,000 tickets to be in the hands of his fans. The internet was buzzing, and radio stations were talking about him all over the world.
It was weird, really. When Kirishima first set up his Youtube channel, it had been a dare from Sero and Mina. His first video, one of him tripping over the air and landing on flat on his face was posted there by Kaminari. Of course, he deleted it the moment he found out, which luckily, was pretty fast. It had been a few months later when he decided that he wanted to share music with the world and made his first song.
And after a lot of editing different soundtracks, he managed to make his own background music. Kirishima was pretty proud to say that he made all his videos, by himself, with only the help of editing softwares and how-to Youtube videos.
At the moment, not even his best friends knew about his secret career. He was a little guilty that he didn’t tell them something so big, because they told each other everything, and never kept secrets. There was no way they’d find out on their own just by listening to his songs. During a karaoke session with Mina, he’d discovered that his voice could go to many different pitches, high and low. It was pretty convenient when he prank called with Kaminari. But he was going to tell them. Kirishima was going to tell them before the concert, because he has three backstage tickets to give out, and they deserved to know. After all, this all happened because of them.
Before the concert. The concert was more than a month and a half away. That’s a lot of time. He could always do it later.
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“What would you like me to do?”
Kirishima smiled into the mirror at his hairstylist. She was really pretty, tall and curvy, with sky blue eyes and long eyelashes. Long dark purple hair, no doubt dyed by herself, that dipped just below her waist, not unlike a pine tree, not that Kirishima was going to mention that to her. Her name tag said
Midnight
, but the redhead doubted it was her actual name. Midnight also wore heels that looked extremely painful and would definitely make her twist her ankle if she tripped.
So, of course, he had to blush when he walked in.
“Uh, I’d just like to dye it black, actually,” Kirishima replied. Today, he left it ungelled, which had been a relief in the bathroom in the morning. Five minutes instead of the usual thirty. “Temporarily black,” he quickly added. Not that it mattered.
Midnight rolled her eyes sighing. “Just black? Are you sure?” She squinted at the mirror. “I think a fade would look great on you, actually.” She reflected Kirishima’s grin back at him and pinched his cheek playfully. “If you’re worried about money, I could give you a discount since you’re so cute.”
Kirishima cleared his throat. “Ah, no thank you, just dyed black, please.”
The hairstylist sighed again and shrugged. “Your choice. Thirty dollars. Think you can afford that?”
He gulped. Guess he’s missing dinner tonight. “Yeah. I can do that.”
Midnight smiled knowingly before looking away to grab a few bottles of things Kirishima didn’t understand. Normally, he would dye his hair by himself, since it cost so much to go to an actual barber, but he wanted it done right. Sometimes, he would miss a stip of hair. Sero would point it out and he’d have to do it over again. One week before the concert. He really didn’t want somebody to recognize him before he’s ready for them to.
He’s already picked out a mask, simple one, just a surgeon's mask with a design of a mouth full of shark teeth, accompanied by a pair of reflective sunglasses. Of course, he couldn't just leave his hair bright red and spiked up, that would be way too obvious.
“You can close your eyes if you don’t want to go blind,” Midnight called over her shoulder. Kirishima took a last look at himself before he closed his eyes. He hadn’t seen himself with black hair since middle school. He swallowed thickly. And he didn’t exactly like his middle school self all too much. From the side, he could hear plastic bottles clinking together as Midnight shuffled around.
“So, Kirishima, what’s been going on in your life?” His hair stylist asked casually. “What made you suddenly want to dye your hair black again? Sorry if this sounds too personal, but I like talking about a hot guy’s backstory. I’m going to start lowering the chair, by the way, so I can wash your hair.”
Kirishima furrowed his eyebrows but didn’t open his eyes. “Not much, really. I just need to perform something soon, so, why not black?”
Midnight hummed. Kirishima didn’t know what she was doing, but slowly, the back of the chair creaked, and he let himself just relax. The warm water that was sprayed on his head felt nice, although a little unusual since he usually never washed just his hair. “Have you ever heard of Red Riot? One of my coworkers showed me one of his videos. He’s getting really popular, huh?”
He swallowed nervously. Earlier, he’d predicted that she would eventually get to this topic, but it didn’t stop him from being nervous. “Y-yeah, I have. He has a concert in a few weeks, right?”
“I’m going!” Midnight sang excitedly. “But apparently he’s gonna wear a mask. Oh well. At least we’ll get to see how much is actually singing and how much is auto-tune.”
Goddamn was he freaking out about that. “What if he was actually horrible at singing?” Kirishima asked carefully.
He could imagine Midnight shrugging. “Eh, I wouldn’t be surprised, really. I mean, it’s usually like that, isn’t it? Not many people who were discovered on Youtube are actually talented. He boomed up recently too. Could be hacks, you know? Who knows if there was actually a whole group of people behind this.”
God, was this what they really thought? That he was just some person who hacked to become famous? This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
“But then and again, my coworker’s brother knows a lot about this stuff, and he doesn’t think much autotune was used. So you’re good.”
Kirishima nearly choked on his own tongue.
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Kirishima was, to simply put it, freaking out. He kept wiping his sweating hands on his jeans, and he couldn’t stop bouncing his leg as he sat on his usual stool, waiting for his friends to arrive. Yes, he was finally telling his friends. Okay, well. Not telling, telling. Maybe just… handing them backstage tickets awkwardly. That was the plan. Tell them he found tickets to Red Riot’s concert, and shove it into their hands. And then, on the night of the concert, he would perform without mistake, go backstage, and reveal his secret.Easy. Four steps. Easy. Tell them. Give it to them. Perform. Reveal his secret. Easy.That was what he kept telling himself, even as Bakugou ordered his daily drink and stared at him suspiciously. Kirishima couldn’t even believe the amount of sweat he was producing, because it didn’t seem humanly possible.“Why’d you dye it black?” Bakugou had asked, leaning forward in a way that Kirishima most certainly didn’t mind.Kirishima had just laughed nervously and run a hand through his hair. He kept it down all the time now, since he thought he looked odd with black spikes instead of red. It was weird to feel soft hair. “My hair is always black actually,” he replied. Earlier, he had already predicted the blond would ask him that, and he’d thought of a pretty valid excuse. “I’m visiting my grandparents this week, and they aren’t exactly big on ‘unnatural’ things.”Frowning, Bakugou had shrugged and left.Kirishima flicked the coffee machine on and off, glancing at his watch every few seconds. He picked up his pencil and twirled it in between his fingers, and tapping his notebook with his other hand. That’s right. His brand new notebook. Not brand new, to be exact, he’d gotten it a few weeks ago.One stormy, particularly cold Tuesday, Bakugou had burst into Fatgum Cafe, panting and dripping rain from his coat. He had rushed up to the counter and slammed a notebook along with twenty dollars. It hadn’t gotten wet, surprisingly, since Bakugou had looked like he just took a thirty-minute shower. He had spat out, “my eyes are gonna go fucking blind seeing your dirty-ass notebook. Get yourself some proper pencils too, dumbass, don’t think I don’t see you writing with those tiny led pieces.”And then spun around and ran out as quickly as he came. Kirishima thanked him repeatedly the next day, but Bakugou just dismissed it. Kirishima smiled down at the clean paper. 400 pages, with a simple black cover that had the words ‘smartass but still stupid’ printed in white. God. The world was definitely wrong about Bakugou Katsuki.So, that’s right. Five days left, and he still needs to finish writing his new song. Because he’d technically only two official songs, he couldn’t perform a full concert. Over the weeks, he produced three that were posted on Youtube, and had a few more in his head. That was nine. Including the ones that he would do a cover for, approved by the artist, the total was twenty. Which was enough for a small short concert. Personally, he was surprised that people had been willing to pay for a concert with only twenty songs.
I’ll just make it extra special for them.
There was a soft ding, and all of a sudden, Kirishima started sweating again, before he even remembered what he was nervous about. He swallowed as a whole storm threw themselves in the small, quiet cafe. Kaminari was complaining about something, Mina was singing song lyrics, and Sero was staring off at the side with the most tired look on his face.“Kiribabes!” Mina yelled, pushing Kaminari out of the way to run to the counter and grab Kirishima’s head and literally squeezed the life out of him. “You know how long I haven’t seen you for? A really long time!”Kirishima laughed. “You saw me last week, Mina.”Kaminari appeared at Mina’s side and patted the Kirishima’s hair. “That’s a long time, Kirishima. Why are you so busy now? And how come your hair’s black?”“Yeah, I thought you hated your black hair,” Sero added, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a five dollar bill. “Do I get discounts for being an awesome, supportive, genius friend?”“You wish,” Kirishima snorted. He wiggled his way out of Mina’s arms and turned to make Sero’s usual coffee. Just normal coffee, with a little extra milk and sugar, that’s how the raven had always drunk it.Mina tapped her long nails(how the heck did they not chip off?) on the marble counter. “Hey, don’t avoid the question. There must be something big going on if you’re willing to dye your hair black.”Kirishima grinned nervously. “There is, actually,” he said, pouring milk into a medium-sized cup. His hand was shaking, and his grip was so sweaty that he was afraid that he was going to drop the milk jug. “But it’s a surprise. I-I can’t tell you right now. But, soon. Here.” He set the jug down and reached into his pocket. There was a moment of panic when he couldn’t find the tickets, but he dug through his backpack and found them. Kirishima pulled out three, handing one to each of his friends. “I have backstage tickets. For you guys.”Kaminari stared at the ticket confused for a second. “Tickets for what?”“Don’t tell me you secretly can’t read.”“Hey!”They all jumped when Mina screamed. “Oh my God, isn’t this Red Riot’s concert?” She gasped, jumping up and down. It didn’t take a lot of effort to imagine the stars in her eyes. “How the hell did you get tickets, no, backstage tickets?”“Is this why your hair’s black?” Sero asked, holding the ticket delicately as if it was the most precious thing in the world. “But why would you need to dye your hair black for that?”But his question was lost in the many thank yous that exploded from Kaminari’s mouth. “How the fuck did you get these?” He yanked Kirishima into another unbreathable tight hug. “No, fuck it, I’m not gonna even ask. Thank you so much! Oh my God, thank you!”Kirishima laughed as Sero joined the hug. It didn’t go as badly as Kirishima thought it would.On a Wednesday night, Bakugou walked past Fatgum Cafe for the third time that day. Of fucking course he wasn’t going to go in more than once a day; he’d seem like a stalker. And he wasn’t going to mess up whatever he had with Kirishima. This time, instead of the redhead-no, his hair was black now, alone, there were three others, hugging him and shouting something he couldn’t hear through the new glass windows.They were excited and happy, that was for sure. It made it even more tempting to walk right in. But easier to walk away at the same time. Two guys and one girl, they dressed like typical college students, college students who watched the news like a hawk watches its prey. They would recognize him for sure. That reminded him, what did he even know about Kirishima?Well, for one, Bakugou knew that he was an angel sent to Earth, a gift from God. The barista always knew how to make him feel better, and didn’t judge him for the way he acted. He knew that his favourite colour was red. He knew that his birthday was October 16th. He was 22 years old, an art college major dropout. He was born in Chiba Prefecture, and that his hair was literally unbreakable, despite all the hair dye and gel he used.But really, Bakugou didn’t know anything. He didn’t know where Kirishima lived. He didn’t know many of his interests, other than writing shit in that notebook. Even though they had exchanged numbers, they never went anywhere together, and to his surprise, Kirishima didn’t bombard him with texts.Speaking of texting, he’d gotten a text from Present Mic about something he should attend. Probably another conference, another hour of people staring at him with judging eyes. The ticket to enter was dropped off in his mailbox by the screeching idiot, and the whatever it was was a few days away.Even Aizawa emailed him about. Stupid people, why not just tell me what the fuck it is? He thought, rolling his eyes as his feet took him back to his apartment. Aizawa had specified that it was his choice whether or not to go, but it would ‘definitely benefit him in the best ways possible’. And translated from Aizawa language, ‘you better go or I’m going to beat your ass’.Bakugou strolled through the gates, tugging his black hood farther over his eyes when he walked stiffly past the security guards. He climbed the stairs, already tired, although he knew he was in great shape and a few puny steps shouldn’t be a problem for him. But it was. The heavy feeling that sat on his shoulders for the past week just wouldn’t budge, no matter how many anti-depressant pills he took.When he finally arrived at his floor after what felt like countless staircases, even though it was only seven, he popped open his mailbox.And there, sitting in his mailbox, were tickets. To a concert. To be specific, Red Riot’s concert.Fuck.
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Hi! Yes, I know, wow, oh my God, are you kidding me, when this story's finally updated, it turns out to be an author's note? Fear not, my fellow strangers! I'll be continuing. I'm not sure how many of you still want an update, but if there are any people who do, just know that I'll be rewriting this! Why? Because I'm extra. Heck, I'll even be going by a different account. The title of this story is still going to be Infamous, and the summary the same, just rewritten and under an account called op5jo7n. I'm hoping to have everything revised and rewritten and up to date by the end of this year, so if you'd like, 2020, look out for that. To those of you still here and waiting for an update, you guys are the real ones. Peace out, my dude(ette)s.(｀∇´ゞ
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