With a Strum of My Heart Strings

I Feel Just Fine

"Shinsou Hitoshi!" There was someone calling his name through his door, banging on it, hard. He didn't have the energy to bother thinking about who it was or to get up and unlock the door. But, of course, the person had the key to his apartment. He heard footsteps approach his bedroom and the squeak of the door's hinges.

"Go away," Shinsou mumbled into his pillow as the intruder entered the room. A quiet sigh from them, and there was a shift in the bed, dipping underneath their weight.

"I heard what happened." Oh. It was Jirou. He didn't know if that was more reassuring or less. "Want to talk about it?"

"That's the last thing I want to do," Hitoshi replied as he turned his head to peer at her. She had a look of pity strewn across her face. Oh, great. Just what he wanted. Someone pitying him. "What are you doing here?"

Her mood brightened as she said, "Oh, right! You didn't come to practice and Bakugou was worried about you." Shinsou raised an eyebrow at that.

"I doubt that," he deadpanned, and Jirou snorted.

"He was as worried as he gets," she said, causing Shinsou to crack half a smile. They both knew that meant he was yelling about him being stupid for not showing up and how he was going to beat his ass about not telling them he wasn't coming. But that's Bakugou for you.

"But," Jirou started, drawing Hitoshi from his thoughts, "We've gotta get you out of this bed." She pointed her finger at him and he groaned, turning onto his stomach and smashing his face back into the pillow. "Oh, come on!" she said, hand gripping his arm, trying to pull him back up. "You have to get up and do something!" Shinsou very much didn't want to get up and do something. But, then Jirou offered him coffee, and he was up and out of the bed.

Kyoka had laughed at him for being so motivated by caffeine, but he ignored her as he walked into his bathroom to freshen up.

And, God, his father was definitely right: he looked like he just crawled out of hell with the Devil himself on his tail. His hair usually stood up in its usual do on its own, and was already pretty crazy as it was, but this was just downright terrible. It was sticking up everywhere. He grimaced as he noticed his eyebags were worse than usual, and he smelled like he hadn't showered in three days, which he hadn't, so that made sense, he supposed.

It took longer than Shinsou would like to admit for him to get looking at least somewhat decent, but once he was mostly satisfied with his appearance, he went to go find Jirou, who he found ransacking his fridge.

"Oh, no," he joked as he saw her, "Someone let the raccoon in again." She snorted as she turned around with his only jar of peanut butter in her hand and a spoon in the other. He quirked an eyebrow at her. "Are you eating my peanut butter straight?"

She nodded her head before scrambling to put it back, licking the spoon clean. "I didn't eat much," she said as if that would reassure him in any way. "Now, come on." Jirou motioned towards the door, already headed for it.

Shinsou hesitantly followed her, asking, "Where are we going?" She held the door open for him, locking it behind her as she led them down a very familiar route through town.

"Did you seriously think Bakugou was going to let you get away with not coming to practice?" she quipped, glancing back at him before be sighed. Of course, he was still being forced to go to practice. He wasn't surprised, though. Maybe he could even convince Bakugou to let him leave early.

Shinsou decided not to argue, and they soon arrived at their destination, though not before stopping to get Shinsou his promised coffee. They were shoved inside by the angry blond. "About time," he grumbled as they entered his room, grabbing their instruments.