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Denki was nervous, to say the least. Though, he had no reason to be because this certainly wasn’t his first time performing on stage, his guitar was perfectly in tune, his hair and makeup were flawless, and his friends—his band mates—were right by his side.
They were on in 15, but Denki couldn’t help but rehearse over and over again, a nervous charged energy buzzing through his entire body. He was perfect, of course, as he always was, but he couldn’t help but fear he might slip up somehow.
“You’re going to stress your hands before we even get on stage,” Kyoka warned softly. (for all she liked to joke on social media, back stage she calmed his nerves and supported him through his ridiculous worries more than anyone.)
“What if he’s not even here, and I’m freaking out for nothing?” She took his guitar from
his hands and laced their fingers together. “Or he is here and I fuck up and he thinks i’m super lame and never wants to talk to me again and–”
“Take a deep breath for me first,” she interrupted, squeezing his hands just the right amount. “If either of those things come out to be true, then he’s the loser who doesn’t deserve a single thought.”
Mina and Hanta whistled from the other side of the room. “Hell yeah!”
Denki took a deep breath. “Okay, no yeah. You’re right, yeah. Yeah okay, this will go fine. I’ve done this before!” He shrugged off his worry as if it hasn’t weighed anything and sat up straight. “Thank you.”
It was times like this where he wished he had a billion more words to express his gratitude to her because she helped him more times than she knew.
The show went smoothly after that. The stage greeted him like an old friend he’d grown to miss. He played as if he was born for it, and when he gathered the courage to search the crowd, he saw him.
Katsuki stood moonstruck by the barricade, his arms crossed but his mouth hung open and his eyes blown wide. His friends beside him danced to the music, but Denki paid them no mind. In fact, he didn’t look at anyone else in the crowd for the rest of the set.
Katsuki was lead back stage by a few bodyguards while fans around them whispered and gossiped about what may or may not be going on. Katsuki is sure a few of them snapped a couple pictures, but he couldn’t care less. His stomach felt like it was doing flips.
He had no reason to be nervous. He was never nervous! Or scared, for that matter! It was his whole brand. Besides, Denki was just a guy. He was just a guy.
As soon as he sees him, Denki breaks out into a huge smile. He runs over and dismisses the bodyguards with a quiet thank you.
Katsuki is at a loss for words. Denki was ten times prettier up close. His makeup was still in tact, almost flawless, but his hair was swept back by sweat and maybe residue gel. Katsuki couldn’t tell from
the pictures, or from his far distance from the stage, but Denki had freckles that decorated his cheeks like flecks of paint. He was pretty.
“So…” Denki starts the conversation for him. “You come here often?”
Katsuki wrinkles his nose in an attempt to hide his smile, and shoves him lightly. “You wish.”
“Yeah,” he sighs, always wistfully. “If I could I’d bring you on tour with me.”
“I’m not some groupie, y’know!”
“Of course, I know that! I just… Don’t want to be apart for that long. Now that we’ve met, I’m going to get greedy.”
Katsuki doesn’t like the way that made his heart skip a beat. He loves it because he too will become greedy. “It won’t be that long,” he tries.
“A few months…” Denki dramatically drapes himself over Katsuki’s shoulder. “Ugh! A few months too long!”
Katsuki rolled his eyes, his sass accompanied by a smile. “I’ll let you call me. Doesn’t matter what time it is.”
Denki shot up. “Really?! You will?!”
Katsuki shrugged as if his heart wasn’t hammering in his chest. As if he was familiar with this giddy feeling. As if this wasn’t something he’d been looking forward to for a long time. “Sure.”
“I will then! And when I get back, I’ll take you on a good date with my tour money. Promise!”
“Sounds good. I’ll look forward to it.”
