"Aizawa! I'm here!" you blurted, entering the classroom while panting. You marched towards your seat.
"Why are you exhau-"
Bakugo suddenly appeared in the room, dashing towards his seat "I won!" you blurted, seeing him slam his hands against his desk with angered eyes. He kicked the back of your seat, then lifted his legs above his desk.
Aizawa watched your expression as everyone began to fill the room.
She's better.
"Stop kicking my seat!" You spun in your chair, seeing his arm crossed and feet above his desk.
"You cheated, Wings!"
"No!"
"Calm down, no one cheated." Kaminari sighed, sitting down calmly.
Smirking towards Bakugo, you whispered, "That means I won, Katsuki." His eyes widened to hearing his first name. His cheeks reddened slightly, making you cock your head sideways. "Awe, you getting embarrassed about me using your first name?"
The pink cheeks grew darker as he arched his brows down. "Shut it!" Quickly, he kicked the back of your chair, making you face forward.
"Where's Minetta?" Aizawa asked, looking at the students shrugging.
Minetta appeared by the threshold, him walking in with a dazed look, one of happiness.
Hagakure leaned towards you, whispering, "I bet he had some weird dream." You nodded, hearing Aizawa clear his throat to get everyone's attention.
"Now that you all have your provisional license, and it's coming close to the end of your last semester as first years, we're having a school festival," Aizawa stated, causing beaming smiles from almost everyone. "Ida and Momo, figure out what you guys want to do for it." Aizawa stepped off the podium, slithering into his sleeping bag.
Ida and Momo stepped forward. Ida began to speak: "Any ideas?" Momo created a pen and a piece of paper, preparing to write.
Mina swung her hand up, "How about a beauty contest!" Momo quickly jotted it down.
Jiro rose her hand, saying, "A band. Let's make a band and do a performance."
Everyone grew fond of the idea quickly, and after a lot of discussions, that was the one.
***
Sitting on the couches, everyone conversed about who would play what instrument and who would sing. A grin grew on your face as you thought about your brother playing the violin when you were younger. Though you only know the basics of the violin, you believed that it would be the best decision.
"I think Y/N and Jiro should sing," Uraraka suggested, making your raise a brow.
"Why me?"
"I just have a feeling that you're good a singing." You chuckled, making her grow nervous.
"I'm no singer. But I think Bakugo should play the drums." Looking his way, he grumbled to himself. Nudging his shoulder, you added, "Right?"
His eyes flicked your way, scoffing as he nodded. "Sure."
"I can sing and play the guitar." Jiro inputted, seeing Kaminari widen his eyes.
He blurted, "I can play guitar too! I'll be the second one." Jiro nodded, looking towards Uraraka.
"How about we have a dance section?" Momo asked, looking at the classmates sitting beside her. "We can have a large dance performance and have our band."
"I want to dance!" Mina blurted as a few others volunteered. "Sero and Koda will be a part of the group too." They both agreed without even speaking.
Midoriya looked your way. "Do you want to dance?" You shook your head, looking at the ground beneath your feet.
"Can I play the violin?" You heard a few gasps.
Bakugo looked confused. "A violin with electric guitars and drums?" he questioned, making you raise your eyes towards his.
"Hell yea. Buddy taught me some basics. I think the violin could add some touch."
Mina leaned forward towards you with a large smile. "That's a great idea."
Jiro proposed, "Maybe we can get an electric violin for you."
With a gleam in your eyes, you replied, "Thanks! I can't wait!"
***
In Jiro's room, the Class 1-A band gathered. Jiro has vocals; Kirishima and Tokoyami are the guitarists; Momo plays the keyboard; Bakugo plays drums while you hold an electric violin.
"Last night, I came up with this." Jiro handed out sheets of music to everyone.
Looking at your sheet, it seemed simple. You didn't really learn how to read music, so you spent most of the time practicing reading the notes on the sheets. The others focused on their part of the songs. Hearing the drums blast as well as the other instruments made you grin.
A band, huh? This seems kinda fun.
"Keep practicing your individual parts. We'll come back next week and try playing altogether." The group nodded to Jiro, preparing to leave.
The guitarists and keyboardist packed their things and left. Jiro left her room as well to catch up with the others. Placing the violin in its case, you looked towards Bakugo, seeing him sigh. "Need help?" you asked. He shook his head.
"I can do it myself, Wings."
"Yea, yea."
You helped Bakugo put everything together and ready to take back into his room. When lifting everything, you both were quiet.
Bakugo opened his door, allowing you to walk in first. Laying part of the drum set down, you sighed, stuffing your hands into your sweatpant pockets.
"You have a cool drumset. Can I try?" you asked, seeing him sit on the edge of his bed.
"Why, I thought you were a violin player?"
"For the band, but I just wanna try the drums."
He angeled his brows but scoffed for you to play, seeing your grin grow wide.
Sitting in the chair, you gripped both sticks. Bakugo stood quickly, grumbling under his breath. "This part isn't hard." Stealing a drumstick, he then lightly grabbed your wrist, opened your hand, and placed the drumstick in the correct way. "Now try."
"Thanks." You began to hit different drums and pushed on the pedal beneath your foot. Making a simple beat was all you could do. "This is fun." Looking towards Bakugo, you noticed him laying on his bed with his eyes staring at his ceiling. Seeing him look so aimlessly elsewhere worried you. You lowered the sticks and lifted your foot off the peddle. "Are you alright?"
"I'm perfectly fine." He rose his arms, resting the back of his head on his hands.
Standing slowly, you placed the drumsticks in a pouch beside the set. Walking towards the hothead, you sat on the edge of the bed. "What's actually wrong?"
"Are you back to normal?" he randomly asked, keeping his eyes on the smooth paint of the ceiling. Though his words seemed calm, you noticed his face twitch into one you couldn't describe. It was as if he was concerned.
I've...never seen that look before.
Shrugging, you leaned your head back, having it rest on Bakugo's stomach. You felt him flinch but relax quickly after. "I think I am. It took me a while to move on, but you know who helped me the most?"
He hummed in response.
"You did, Bakugo." Feeling your heart beat rapidly, you spun your head to look towards his face. Your cheeks grew rosy as you noticed his calm sigh.
"How-"
"Bakugo, you saved me multiple times. I thank you for everything. You are my best friend and I'm glad you are," He raised his upper body, forcing your head to collapse on his lap.
"Why are you so different from everyone else?" Bakugo muttered, making your shift your eyes away, knowing that his crimson orbs were watching you. "You're different."
"What do you mean, Katsuki?"
He sighed, lifting his hand to comb his locks. Keeping your gaze elsewhere, you suddenly felt anxious to be in his lap in this way.
Why the heck am I acting so weird? Why is he acting weird? He's so calm right now and doesn't sound like himself at all!
"Are you an idiot? You started using my first name and you're saying I'm your best friend. No one else-"
"Because you are my best friend. You are always there no matter what. You helped me the most. If I never got to stick by your side, I would've done something terrible." Your eyebrows angeled as your rosy cheeks faded. "You know, I've gotten super close to you throughout this year. I wonder why you hang around me. Why did you start helping me?"
Bakugo looked down at your face with widened eyes. Then when he opened his mouth, his eyes and lids dropped. "At first, it was because I didn't...save him." Your brows relaxed to his words. Your eyes slowly made their way to look directly at his face. "If I saved your brother, he would be here and you wouldn't be so damn depressed. You tried faking your smile but I noticed it. I felt sorry. But, I don't know."
A grin grew on your face.
He felt guilty about my brother's death, but why is he still hanging out with me?
"Why do you still hang out with me?" you asked, seeing his upper body fall back down on his pillow.
"I don't kn-"
"It's because we're best friends and we're both feeling guilty." A silence brewed into the room. It wasn't uncomfortable, but you knew he was thinking about your words.
Whether he knows it or not, it's true. He hangs out with me because I'm his best friend and I hang out with him because he's mine.
Suddenly, your phone rang. Pulling it out of your pocket while sitting up, you listened to the voice on the other end.
"Y/N?" your father mumbled into the phone.
"Oh, dad! I was waiting for you to call. Well, I actually tried calling a few times but I guess you were busy with work." The smile on your face radiated a light that made Bakugo's heartbeat.
"I want to tell you why I was so beat up that day."