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It doesn’t matter who you are. Everyone was born with a soulmate.
Since the beginning, the stars intertwined with fate and destiny. When the three forces bonded, there was a result: Soulmates. The person you were meant to be with forever in your life. The person that would love you unconditionally no matter the circumstances. Even when death comes, your love will reach one another. Some people have their soulmates' names written on their wrist, a tattoo that they both possess, or the ability to read each other’s thoughts. In rare cases body swapping or being able to see through their eyes for a certain period of time can happen, though it’s very uncommon. There’s a lot of different indicators but no matter what it is, it’s always unique to the two of you.
In Bakugou’s case he could hear the song his soulmate sang on repeat. At first, it just started off as simple notes, every so often ringing in Bakugou’s ear. The notes started to form a melody that his mother would catch him humming.
By middle school, lyrics accompanying the instrumental of the stupid song started to stick in his head. It was only a line or two from the song but no matter what he would do, it wouldn’t leave his mind. Whatever stupid song his soulmate was obsessed with, he knew the lyrics to the chorus like no other, no matter how embarrassing the song was. By the time university hit, he had the bridges from the songs memorized reluctantly. By the time Bakugou graduated, he had full on songs in his head. How fucking annoying.
“Why did I have to have the most fucking annoying soulmate signal? I could've gotten a tattoo, a mark, see the string or whatever the fuck. But no. I had to have this one! 🎶 La da dee, la da doo 🎶 The body swapping one seems better than this shithousery! I fucking hope my soulmate is suffering with my songs stuck in their head,” Bakugou angrily muttered to himself as he continued to make his coffee. The fact the mug was still intact was a miracle in itself.
Stupid song. He can’t stop humming the damn tune.
“Yooo! What are you humming this time, Kacchan?” Kaminari caught him humming to a song again. For fucks sake. Bakugou ignored his question and proceeded to sit at their dining room table. Kaminari brushed it off, sitting down beside him as their other band members entered the common space.
“Sero, sauce me a popsicle!” Kaminari hollard as Sero tossed him a popsicle from their freezer, it’s red and blue wrapping shining in the light.
“Oh!! Bakubro, you’re hummin’ Aces’ new song right?! It has to be! 🎶 And before you know it, I’ll be home with you 🎶” Kirishima sang the lyrics that followed the tune, sitting right beside the spiky blonde.
It’s been a recurring theme that his soulmate is an Aces fan. From Aces’ debut song till now he’s heard every single fucking song. And not just once but for weeks on end they’ve looped in his head like a broken record. On a lucky day, it’d be from other idol groups, but those never lasted fucking weeks. Still, Aces seems to be their favourite out of all of them.
“Not my fault my soulmate’s a fucking super fan for’em,” Bakugou complained and sipped the coffee that he had wanted to drink in peace. Every fucking time he wanted to be alone in the common space, the extras always appeared like magic.
“Your soulmate gets spoiled! They get to hear Blackout on repeat! The best idol group ever!” Pikachu boasted as he swung an arm around Bakugou’s shoulder, which he removed immediately. Sometimes Katsuki wonders if his soulmate gets annoyed hearing their group's songs on repeat.
“Aren’t they our rivals, Aces?” Sero, who was standing to the right of Kirishima, questioned. Bakugou could feel his eyes on them, waiting for an answer.
“I mean we don’t got personal beef with them. The media just does it for hype and all that shabang. It’s not that deep,” Kirishima clarified and pulled out his phone looking like he was about to scroll through his socials.
Bakugou didn’t really like looking through Twitter and Instagram, leaving most of it to his band mates. If he was tagged directly from his circle of extras then he’d reply but most of the time Sparky would show him the fan art and read out all the comments. Which he didn’t really mind in the end.
“How the fuck would we have personal beef with extras we don’t know?” Bakugou claimed putting two and two together, the annoyance prominent from his voice.
He swore he had the only working brain cells out of the four of them. It’s like the other three shared a single brain cell that was constantly being rotated.
“Aye, Ji knows them,” Pikachu pointed out as he continued to chew on the popsicle stick.
Right, the bastard met her in university, with each other's names plastered on each other’s wrist. Lucky asshole, Bakugou clicked his tongue as he wished it was that simple.
“Still can’t believe that woman’s your soulmate,” Bakugou grumbled, getting up from his chair to go wash his mug in the sink. He could feel the idiot's eyes on him, and when he looked back Kami looked slightly offended.
Kami pointed in Sero’s direction, “Hey! Sero has our manager!” He threw him under the bus, the boy’s eyes widened from the sudden attack.
“Kiri is Mina’s soulmate, he just doesn't wanna admit it!” Soy Sauce defended out of habit, as he chucked Kirishima under the bus and threw his popsicle stick at Kaminari. Soy Sauce found out when the first words our manager said to him got tattooed on his wrist. Another lucky bastard.
“T-There can be friendship soulmates!” Kirishima denied for what seemed the 100th time. It was so obvious he liked her more than just a friend he could feel her prominent emotions for fucks sakes.
Bakugou rolled his eyes at him before replying with a snarky comment, “Yeah, yeah, whatever floats your boat, Shitty Hair.”
“Oi, you don’t got the right to say that to me! You haven’t even met yours yet!” Bakugou saw it coming that he’d be next they’d throw under the bus sooner or later. It was always how it went, they all acted like complete high schoolers when it came to soulmate talk. They all went to an all boys school for high school. What would be the expectations?
Before Bakugou could clap back, the door to their dorms clicked and all their heads turned towards the entrance to see Ponytail and the rest walk in. Ponytail’s motherly instinct clearly spiked up hearing them bicker as she scolded them, “Can all of you please calm down?”
“How much of that did ya hear?” Sero's voice cracked slightly near the end. Bakugou sighed once more leaning against the countertop. The girls made their way towards all of them.
“Kiri’s last sentence,” Jirou stated a smirk pulling at the ends of their lips as she stood at her boyfriend’s side. Must be nice, to have a soulmate and shit.
“What the fuck are ya doing here?” Bakugou questioned as he turned his head to Ponytail, who was standing beside him. He tappped his foot along to the beat of that stupid song that was playing again, a slight hum coming from his mouth.
“We came to get your final song list. We were in the area to pick it up,” Ponytail justified their intrusion. At least they weren’t doing anything that important. Come to think of it they should probably practice for the stupid gala.
“Where are the other two?” Sparky acknowledged the absence of Pink Cheeks and the Frog Fuck. Bakugou could care less where they were. The less people there were to annoy him about his fucking soulmate, the better.
“They debut with us when they get back from England,” Bakugou wouldn’t be surprised if she helped out their manager. She seemed to know more than her most of the time anyway. That was probably a bad thing, but it’s not his problem so he could care less.
“Are we just gonna ignore that Blasty over there has been hummin’ Aces’ new song?!?” Mina switched the subject back on him. Right in the hot seat, again. Could they have one fucking conversation without the mentions of his soulmate?
He decided to beat the bubbly girl to the gun and he made eye contact with her, “I swear Pinky if ya make another fuckin’ comment bout’ finding them or whatever, shut your trap, I’ve heard enough of it!” Bakugou snapped at her, his harsh glare not wavering.
“Aces also have a huge fanbase that could rival yours. The task wouldn't be so easy in the first place,” it seemed Ponytail is the only one on his side and the only other person with a working brain in the room. Earphones didn’t count; she slowly started losing them when she got together with Dunce Face.
“Oh, do not underestimate my matchmaking powers. I’ll show you---” Mina started to storm closer toward the two in the kitchen. Bakugou kept his poker face towards Mina’s so-called threat, waiting there to see what she would do to him. Unfortunately, Earphones cut her off by covering her mouth, probably stopping her from saying something she’d regret. Good move.
“Okay that’s enough, we'll see you guys at the gala tomorrow. Let’s go! Come on Mina!” Earphones interjected, dragging Pinky along with her out of their dorm with Ponytail following behind them and waved goodbye. He sometimes wondered how they kept that Alien in line with her craziness.
The day passed like any other with them spending most of the time in the studio to make sure they were in pristine shape for the gala tomorrow. They also posted a few Instagram stories captured by Kaminari and Kirishima to keep the fans in the loop with their shenanigans.
Their manager came to check in on them every now and then to see if they were still intact and hadn’t torn the place into shreds. Nightfall rolled around with Katsuki somehow ending up making dinner, just the thought of leaving Soy Sauce and Sparky in the kitchen alone sent shivers down his spine.
Finally, being able to relax on his own bed, Bakugou laid down in the dark room with the only light coming from his window. He stared up at his ceiling, his arm over his forehead, seeming to be lost in thought. It wasn’t that he didn’t think about his soulmate, it was that he did constantly. How could he not? Bakugou was always reminded of them through songs.
Sighing loudly, he remembered a conversation he had with his mother. The hag told him that meeting their soulmate later in life than most ran in the family. The thought seemed to put him at ease for the most part, but Katsuki couldn’t help but wonder what it was like to be in love.
“Bakubro, get up!!” Shitty Hair’s voice rang in his ears as he stirred awake, blinking once or twice. He sat up and had a pair of crimson eyes staring at him with such excitement. That stupid toothy grin, does he ever take a break from smiling? He turned his head to the side to see the alarm clock just about to hit eleven, “Huh? It’s eleven,” Bakugou groaned as he pushed Kirishima away at arm’s length.
“You’re the last one up! Everyone else woke up like ten minutes ago!” Good for them! It wasn’t his turn to make breakfast so it shouldn’t be any of his concern. Then again the four of them stayed up until an ungodly hour thanks to the sudden burst of inspiration that hit them. “No shit, we didn’t go to sleep until fucking 4 am.”
“We have to go pick up our suits!” Kirishima protested, pulling Bakugou by his arms, which had him sitting upright in his bed. Bakugou definitely does not need to go pick up his fucking suit.
“I ain’t goin’!” Like fucking hell he was going to go see the hag, all that woman was going to do was scream at him. If it was just him he wouldn’t mind but he’s not going alone now, was he? The redhead's eyes narrowed down on him and before he knew it all three of them were in his room.
“See, Bakugou you can either get ready yourself and eat by yourself in the hour we have. OR we can do it for you!” There was no way in hell. This wasn’t even for fanservice, they couldn’t possibly-- he spoke too soon, “Oi! Don’t fucking touch me!” Katsuki swatted their hands away, taking a deep breath, “Fuckin’ fine, I’ll go.”
Chargebolt @kamidenki
The squad about to be lookin’ sharp! @kirieiji @serohanta @bakukatsu
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RED Riot @kirieiji
@kamidenki we all gonna be looking so manly the cameras ain’t even ready!
Cellophane @serohanta
@kamidenki #BLACKOUT about to come correct
Ground ZERO @bakukatsu
@kamidenki get the fuk inside before I close the damn door on you
Kiri = Sunshine @bkoutSTAN
@kamidenki AHHHH! OMG! @serohanta undercut is to die for! @bakukatsu is so naturally photogenic!! That bad boy loooookk
KAMI is bebe @BLACKcharge
@kamidenki Oh, Kami’s smile is ughhh! SO CUTE! Kiri is coming for your smile, damn!
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“Welcome boys! No greetings to your mother, Katsuki?” Bakugou walked up to his mother and gave her a casual hug. He’s not that much of a shitty son, she did help them out a lot by sponsoring their shit and was always supportive in her own way of course.
“Here you go. Be careful with them so they don’t get wrinkled.” Bakugou’s father handed them each their respective suits in zippered garment bags. He took it out of his old man's hand and his father smiled fondly at him. Bakugou sometimes wondered what his dad first thought when he found out the voice he could hear in his head was that loudass woman’s.
“You know, brat, I have a feelin’ you’ll meet that soulmate of yours at the gala. So keep your eyes peeled.” His mom said. Katsuki raised his brow at her in a ‘you sure about that’ look as he made eye contact with her. Yeah great, he might meet them, but how the fuck is he going to know?
“How do you fuckin’ know? Since when could you look in the future, hag!” He snapped back, ignoring the spike of energy from his bandmates. They were going to end up searching that party inside and out just to find his soulmate and then rub it in Pinky’s face. They better not fucking tell her either.
“It’s called a mother’s instinct.” His mother winked, it was the look she gave him after that got to Bakugou. It was the look she made when she was right but she didn’t want to show it. Should Katsuki be scared? As he walked back to the main lobby, his mother’s words rang in his head. Keep his eyes peeled, huh?
“We’ll be sure to report to you if you’re right!” Of course Dunce Face would report it to her the moment it happened. He swore that his friends liked his mother too much, and that could be a problem in the future.
RED Riot @kirieiji
@bakukatsu no homo… but i can and i will state when i see a good looking male. But BRO you look like you should be on the cover of VOGUE like damn! WHEN you see this man, you’ll understand
It was only natural. Like the hag was going to let her son out looking like a plastic bag. How embarrassing would that be if he looked like trash when his parents were in the fashion industry. Bakugou secured one of the two golden buttons on his cherry red suit. He had a black dress shirt underneath, and in classic Katsuki Bakugou style of no tie. He would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. Stupid motherly instincts.
Ground ZERO @bakukatsu
@kirieiji the rest of you don’t look half bad… so thank the fuking woman
Chargebolt @kamidenki
@bakukatsu awwww you do care! love you too <3
Maybe that tweet was a mistake. Fuck. He tucked his phone away into the pocket of his trousers and waited for the others to finish getting their shit together. Sparky was the first to get into the limo after him, in his all-black suit and yellow tie, with his hair parted slightly differently. Bakugou didn’t even think he could do that with his spiky hair.
“Why do you look so surprised!” Kami asked him, scooting closer towards him and buckling in his seatbelt.
“You’re normally the last to fucking get out of the dorm. This is the first fucking time I’ve seen you here before the other extras.” Guess miracles did happen, considering he’s had his suit on for a good hour and hasn’t spilt anything on it. Not even water.
The door clicked open as a red-head poked his head in, “Sero here yet?” Kiri looked around before he celebrated, “Yeah, got here before him!” Kirishima boasted as he sat beside Kaminari in his grey suit, black dress shirt and messily done up red tie. Katsuki reached over Pikachu and yanked on Kirishima’s tie, “Fucking fix it.” They had to be looking presentable and not like high school kids attending the first day assembly. With that being said, if fucking Soy Sauce Face didn’t hurry up, they were going to be late.
“Better?” Shitty Hair questioned as he showed him his now proper done up tie. Bakugou nodded his head in approval. They all waited for Sero, who hurriedly took the final seat beside Kirishima and closed the door behind him. He strapped his seatbelt in as the others questioned why he came in last, and he stated he needed to take a shit. Was it really a shit or was it eating someone’s face? As the driver started towards the gala Sero fixed the cuffs of his navy blue suit, ontop the black dress shirt and the light blue tie. Bakugou looked back out the tinted car window and mentally prepared himself for annoying ass reporters and their stupid fucking questions.
Cellophane @serohanta
IF only you lot could see the stupid smiles on @kamidenki and @kirieiji … they won’t let me see what they’re smilin’ about! @bakukatsu is the real G
RED Riot @kirieiji
@serohanta don’t expose us like that bro. Can’t a man look at his phone in peace?
Chargebolt @kamidenki
@serohanta exactly! Also Kiri’s in between us
Ground ZERO @bakukatsu
If you’re curious what the idiots are smiling about its GYFIOAF
RED Riot @kirieiji
Yup spammed letters! Right @kamidenki ?
Chargebolt @kamidenki
@kirieiji Yeah!
Cellophane @serohanta
I’m dying of laughter. Bakubro did get his phone back after he swore on the bro code… I would say other details but I'm also being held against it :( sorry
The other limos went in one after another and Katsuki could hear the clicks of the cameras from inside. This could be a long night. But if what the hag says is true then it shouldn’t be that boring. A man opened up the door for Bakugou and the rest to get out, and as they stepped out of the limo all the cameras were pointed towards them in an instant.
There were cameras at every angle to capture every breath they took. Katsuki stepped to the side and made room for everyone else to step out, and soon the four of them stood in front of the car. The red carpet went all the way down the entrance, fancy railings bordered the entire thing. The flashing lights of the cameras were non-stop. Their facial expressions made them look like the strong and silent type. ‘Cool’ is how Dunce Face would’ve put it.
They were guided to the front of the rest of the cameras with the sponsor logos plastered behind them. A photographer who had enough of their serious act told them to start smiling and act like boys. They complied to the directions, used to it from the countless photoshoots they’ve done in the past.
They walked along the red carpet towards the line of news outlets, Bakugou’s least favourite section. If the questions weren’t directed at him he didn’t really pay attention or care. Hair for Brains and Pikachu did enough talking for all four of them.
“How about you, Ground Zero. What do you think of other idol groups?” The reporter put the mic closer to his lips.
“Mad Love for a girl’s idol group I can respect. Still stand by the fact that Creati is keeping the group together, without her it’d probably be in shambles. Aces are alright, songs are catchy.” Not swearing was something Bakugou had to learn for when he was in front of the camera and fuck did it take him a while to get used to it.
“Ground Zero what about you, how are you and your soulmate coming along?” Katsuki doesn’t think he could hate a question so much. It was private shit, there was no need for the whole world to hear. A relationship is between you and that person, not you, them and the public. Holding back his eye roll he responded, “It’s no one’s business.”
They walked through the big wooden doors and the red carpet came to an end as the marble flooring took over. Chandeliers were hung above them that lit up the entire room, it was looking classy like some kind of party for the snobby businessmen. As Bakugou followed Pikachu to their table his eyes caught a glimpse of a mop of green hair. He stopped himself from turning his head to search for who that green hair belonged to, and continued to trail behind his band mate.
“Let’s go get drinks, the table’s over there with the girls,” Dunce Face said, putting his hand on his shoulder as they made their way to the bar to get drinks for the rest of them. Kaminari did most of the talking, “Kacchan! What do ya want?” Kaminari waved his hand in front of his face before he pushed it to the side and ordered his drink. The two walked back to their table with drinks in hand, and gave them to the respective person. He took his seat in between Shitty Hair and Soy Sauce.
“Oh, Aces are also sitting here,” Ponytail mentioned as she took a sip of her red wine, classy as ever. Speaking of the devils, the three boys with drinks in their hand sat down in the last vacant chairs at the table.
“It’s them! It’s BLACKOUT! I’m a huge fan, I love all your songs---” the green-haired nerd he saw earlier gushed before the fucker with two-tone hair, cut him off. Is that the kid Ponytail shared her thoughts with? The walking candy cane? That’s priceless.
“From left to right, let us introduce you seven. Shinsou Hitoshi, Todoroki Shouto, and Midoriya Izuku, or better known as Mind Jack, Icy Hot and Deku from Aces,” Jirou introduced the fuckers across from him, gesturing to them as she said their names. So these people are supposedly their rivals. They don’t seem like that much of a threat. “Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki, and Kirishima Eijirou, or you may know them as Chargebolt, Cellophane, Ground Zero, and Red Riot,” Jirou finished off the introductions.
“Midoriya’s a really big fan, he probably knows your songs better than ours. It can get concerning,” The Half’n’Half bastard spoke on the behalf of the freckled boy who nodded his head. He looked so excited, like he was meeting his role models, which Bakugou wouldn’t recommend to be them in the slightest. His eyes lit up every time one of them was about to open their mouth. Did he have a notebook on him? Bakugou squinted his eyes, seeing him scribble in his notebook. He really was a nerd.
“Damn! We listen to your guys’ songs too! Don’t know why the media makes us look like we’re fighting,” Kirishima carried on the conversation. It seemed both groups could actually get along. More extras to deal with, that did seem like a lot of effort.
“Yeah, it’s pretty dumb in my opinion. Sero what’s with the stage name Cellophane?” The purple fuck asked, and the four of them exchanged looks. Since their debut that was something that was kept between Blackout and Blackout only. There was no fucking way they were going to reveal the whole story on how they came up with their goddamn names. That could stay a mystery for good fucking while.
“There was an incident with tape, electricity, red paint and fireworks. We may or may not have had a blackout the same night too,” Sero laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his head as we all avoided eye contact. That was the vaguest way to describe that night and it still sounded sketchy as fuck.
“In our defence, we got our group name and stage names in one night. On top of that, it was pretty sick!” Dunce Face attempted to justify their actions but in all honesty could they? They were sober and Katsuki was the only person with a fast enough reaction time to make sure it didn’t completely go into flames.
Pinky @MinaASHIDO
#BLACKOUT Mama Bakugou definitely saved all your butts from looking like the homeless… #MADlove can back up their claims
Ground ZERO @bakukatsu
@MinaASHIDO For your fukin’ safety, I’m going to pretend it wasn’t directed at me bc I look hot no matter what. @YaoMomo come get your alien
Creati @YaoMomo
@bakukatsu right we’re performing soon @MinaASHIDO
With that, the girls left to get ready to sing the opening. Somehow he was left alone with Deku during the five minutes he opened the stupid bird app. When he faced him Deku looked like he had something to say. Bakugou took a sip from his drink, the ice cubes clinked inside as he set it down facing the boy with freckles. Their eyes met and he wasn’t sure when emerald eyes started to seem so attractive to him.“If you got something to say then spit it out, nerd.”
“K-Kacchan I just have--” So he heard when Pikachu called him that earlier. He cut him off after he heard the nickname roll off his tongue and shot him a questionable glare, “Pause, Kacchan?”
“Can I call you that? I heard Kaminari call you that an-- would you prefer Bakugou or Katsuki?” Normally, Bakugou would say yes, but his last name and his given name just didn’t sound right coming from him. This was the first time he was called by his last name and did not like the way it sounded. This one time he’d let it slide, the extras weren’t going to let him live this down when they found out. Katsuki felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he pulled it out and saw a message from Kaminari. They went to go get more than just drinks that’s for sure.
[Dunce Face]
The boys ad i r on a look out. Text us when we're up soon if we aint back ;)
Well fuck, he set his phone down on the table he returned his attention back to Deku, “Kacchan’s fine. Keep going,” his eyes sparkled once Bakugou gave him permission to call him Kacchan. Since when did eyes glow under the heavy lighting that already lit up the entire room with ease.
“It’s just I have so many questions that I don’t know where to start. But I’m excited to see you guys sing tonight, Kacchan! I heard your concert sold out in seconds. I tried to get a ticket but the website crashed before I could and you even had one of the biggest venues. That’s amazing!” Deku has such excitement in his voice but it was different from Pikachu and Hair for Brains. He sounded so genuinely fascinated with everything he was talking about. It seemed the rambles were awfully normal for Deku.
“Am I boring you? Sorry, it’s a bad habit,” he said as he bashfully swirled the champagne in his glass.
“You ain’t. The extras are more annoying than you think,” Bakugou commented, noticing that the nerd’s group mates had returned and sat themselves down. He scanned the area and he could spot each of his extras in different corners of the room. What assholes. The clicks of heels drew the entire room's attention to the open space in the centre that was set up with mics. Ponytail, Pinky and Earphones made their way to the mic stands and a single spotlight shone on the three of them. The music started to play and eased in nicely for Mina to start singing. Their voices that blended together sounded soothing. The song came to a close before they sang two more and the clapping started to transpire around the room.
“Jirou easily has the best vocals out of all of them,” Bugeyes stated, seeing Mad Love make their way to the table. Kirishima rushed back to Bakugou’s side, looking tired from all the socializing he just did. Then again it was his fault and Bakugou couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation they put themselves in.
“Not funny Bakubro. We’re doing this for you and this is how you repay us? There’s no way they’re in the building.” Kirishima practically inhaled his drink beside him. They were putting way too much effort into this. What idiots.
“Or the hag could just be wrong.” Kirishima shot him that ‘do you really believe that’ look and there was no way he was going to admit that his mother was right. Both boys turned their heads to face the centre of the table and heard a voice coming from the other side, “That must be really cool to have your parents in the fashion industry,” Deku commented, interjecting into their conversation.
“They're good at their job. The hag started making me model at fucking fifteen,” Bakugou replied, it was one of the reasons he liked going by a stage name. People wouldn’t associate him with his modelling business from when he was still with his mom. He still modeled; just as a part of the idol group instead. They’ve made a pretty good name for themselves despite it starting off quite ropey.
“It would explain why you're photogenic.” Katsuki wasn’t expecting that coming from Shinsou, and gave him a nod in respect to the compliment.
“I don’t think you should be calling your mother a hag.” If Candy Cane only knew what she was like under the Bakugou Household roof. His foul mouth had to come from somewhere.
“When you meet her you’ll fuckin’ understand,” Bakugou voiced out even his old man got concerned if they weren’t at each other’s throats. Most would say it’s unhealthy, but it’s been like that since he was a devil spawn. It was their way of communication at this point if it wasn’t about a serious matter.
“He’s lying, Mama Bakugou is amazing! Hard to believe she has that as her child,” Pinky butted in, the rest of her possy behind her sitting down. She had only met the hag a handful of times, they shouldn’t be going based on her experiences.
“Oi! Watch your goddamn tongue Pinky before I tell everyone about the fucking body paint.” That was an uncalled for attack. Maybe, this would be the night everyone found out why Bakugou nicknamed her Pinky and called her an alien from time to time. Just the thought of it had him trying to hold himself back from laughter.
“You wouldn’t,” she challenged. Big mistake there, “Watch me. In university, I needed to go to the art room to escape the mob after my ass. The first thing I see when I turned my ass around was fucking Pinky compl—” soon enough a pair of hands covered his mouth, he smirked against them. Pinky finally believed him as she removed her hands from his mouth “Okay, I believe you!!”
“Todoroki-san you guys are up soon,” Ponytail reminded them as the three of them made their way to the centre of the floor. From the looks of it, Sparky and Tape Face had also given up on their search.
“I swear they’re like, invisible,” Kaminari plopped down into his seat. The girls shushed him as Aces were about to start. The instrumental began to play, followed by the voice of Shinsou starting off the number. Katsuki had heard this song, it was stuck in his head not too long ago actually. He knew what words were going to escape the Half’n’Half bastard’s lips. He hoped the music drowned out him tapping along to the beat of the song. He bit his tongue so he wouldn’t start to hum along too.
The bridge was coming up next as he heard Deku’s voice in person, it was a lot more stunning in person than over the radio than he’d like to admit. “ 🎶 Swimmin’ in the sea with the sky’s reflection makes it possible, possible to touching that starry night sky🎶” It was truly a pretty voice, it somehow kept him in a trance throughout all three songs they sang.
“Hey, hey! Before we go on, you think they’re in here?” Pikachu questioned, but Bakugou told him to shut up simply because he didn’t really know. There was a good number of people in the room. His soulmate could easily be singing the song under their breath or all out at home to the track. Then again every time he’s tried to prove the hag wrong it never ended well for him.
When it was Blackout’s turn to take the stage the four of them got up from their seats and slowly made their way to the floor. Unlike the other two groups they wanted to perform acoustically. Kaminari and Sero knew how to play the guitar and he and Kirishima were going to play the piano together. They just wanted everyone to see that they could indeed be as soft as they were intense.
The boys exchanged a knowing glance before Bakugou started to play the piano, with Kirishima joining in shortly after. The guitars started to sync up, strumming along as Sero took the crowd by surprise by starting off the song. His voice blended into Denki’s as he sang his half of the verse, followed by Kirishima who sang the pre-chorus, leaving the chorus to Katsuki.
“🎶 If only I could stop the time, turn back the clock to when we used to be more than two souls lost without one another. Back to when I still could say those three words, that got you weak in seconds. If only I just had, one more chance and then I can be your everything you’ll ever need🎶”
The time flew by way too fast, faster than he expected it to. All their time being holed up in that music room paid off. As Bakugou pressed the last keys on the piano to close off their final song of the night, the applause started to go around the room. The four of them stood up to bow to the crowd and thank them before they headed back to their table. Deku was somehow teary eyed along with the girls. Did they really think they weren’t capable of doing that?
“Oh my god! I didn’t think you had it in you. That was beautifully played,” Mina praised as she continued to fan her eyes, probably not wanting the tears to ruin her makeup. It has been a while since they did something like that, good thing Shitty Hair caught Kaminari fucking around with his guitar that one night that sprung the whole idea. They weren’t completely useless which is nice.
“We had to stand out somehow.” Dunce Face was right. They knew that they were probably going to end up singing with little movement or gestures and if they’re going to some fancy ass gala they’d perform music that’d suit that aura. It took them a lot more effort considering it was been a good fucking minute since he touched piano keys. Katsuki did enjoy getting back into it and the rest of them did so much they convinced Sero to ask their manager if they could do more songs like this.
“Midobro are you okay?” Kirishima asked, seeing Deku with steady streams going down his face. His other bandmates didn’t seem too fussed about it, so this was probably another normal thing he did.
“He’s a crybaby. If it’s a sad song by you guys his risk of crying doubles.” Bingo, Katsuki was right. When was he ever wrong? The answer was hardly or never.
“Hey! That’s not true,” Deku tried to protest, and willed the tears off his face. He looked back and forth between the other two with a slight blush.
“Yes, it is,” Icy Hot deadpanned as Deku started to tug at the sleeve of his suit, “I thought you were on my side.” He protested. From what Katsuki had learned being with these batshit crazy fucks is nothing is off limits until bro code is used.
Uravity @ChakoRaka
#BLACKOUT #MADlove #Aces were all sitting at the same table! No fair! Everyone looks so good! Wait till me and @TsuyuASUI get back from Europe! We’ll show you who can be piff on a whole new level! haha
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Creati @YaoMomo
@ChakoRaka We don’t doubt it for a second! We can’t wait to see you guys! We miss you!! <3
Pinky @MinaASHIDO
@ChakoRaka OH I cannot wait to see my girlies again prettier than EVER! Miss you babes <3
Earphonejack @KYOJi
@ChakoRaka can’t wait to see it! Get your asses back here soon <3
Froppy @TsuyuASUI
#MADlove thanks for the love! @ChakoRaka miss you all loads! <3 we’ll be back before you know it kero
Bakugou was very tempted to tweet about how all their sap clogged up his timeline, but Kirishima convinced him otherwise and not to ruin a good thing. He gave in eventually when he said he’d buy him more coffee. Social gatherings were always so draining. But somehow, despite all that happened besides his performance, there was something else on his mind.
That fucking green haired nerd.
He doesn’t know quite why either, he’s seen the fuckers face on TV here and there. After seeing the tweet Cheeks posted he immediately went to those emerald eyes in the picture that looked so soft. That blinding smile that for some reason got the edges of his mouth pulling upwards. Bakugou just couldn’t get his mind off of him and he couldn’t wrap his head around it. He didn’t understand why he was so drawn to him, why he was suddenly going to bed with a stupid smile plastered on his face. What the fuck was this?