(All photos are from Pinterest)
The bass from the stage was enough to rattle the ice cubes in your overpriced, tacky themed drink. Denki, as true to his word as ever, practically screamed over the band as another upbeat cover echos around you.
“Dudes got talent from the gods.” He practically yells as the guitarist finishes a solo. “His fingers move so fast I bet he’d be a killer receptionist.”
Jiros eyes roll in sync with yours, moving her drink to her lips. “His tempos too fast, the drummer can hardly keep up. But.. since Shinso isn’t used to playing in front of crowds I suppose I’ll let it slide.” Her gaze then shifts to you, uninterested in the music, as she smiles softly. “So, you need to scream out some embarrassment, huh?”
You groan, dropping your head to the table dramatically. “Please don’t remind me. I literally told Katsuki Bakugou to have an awful night. He’s known for his temper, you know? He’ll for sure yell at me if he ever finds out who I am.”
“I mean.. to be fair, Bakugo does also have a black bag.” Denki shrugs, using the time between songs to chime into the conversation. “You told Sero the nerd had a black bag, it’s a valid mistake man.”
“Why is everyone so focused on the bag?!” The exasperation in your tone pulls a small snort from Jiro, but the glare you send after causes her to look away. “I just hope he actually blocks me and Tape brain doesn’t open his mouth.”
“Speak of the devil.” Jiro nods toward the entrance. Sero walks in, waving happily at Denki who waves just as enthusiastically. “And make it double.”
Behind Sero, looking unpleasantly irritated, was Katsuki Bakugo. Your heart violently thrashes against your chest as you reach to pull up the hood of your jacket. Maybe if you press far enough into the seat, neither of them would notice.
Bakugos hands shove into his pockets, eyes sweeping over the obnoxious crowed as Sero leads him between the bouncing bodies and straight toward your table. He’s dressed in a slouched hoodie and sweat pants, his blonde hair spiked in every direction, looking just as aggressive as his texts implied.
“Yo, my favorite couple and their training wheel.” Sero grins, sliding in beside you. Bakugo following suit. “Sorry I’m late, this guy had to clear a sweat lobby before we came.”
“It’s third wheel, dip shit.” Bakugous voice growls, but you can’t focus on anything accept avoiding eye contact. “And I told you not to drag me out for some lame ass cover band.”
“They’re actually awesome, man! Listen!” Denki cups his ear, dramatically listening to the song. “Anyway, this is y/n. You’ve probably seen her with Tape-y mc dumb ass on campus.”
His eyes move to yours, uninterested unlike your wide eyes. For one terrifying second, you freeze, worried he could read your text logs by just looking at you. A second later, you can breathe again, his eyes leaving your general area as if they hadn’t even seen you in the first place. The relief doesn’t last long, because he takes a longer, more cautious glance at your appearance. There’s a brief flicker of annoyance behind his red eyes, but thankfully no recognition.
To him, you were just another faceless extra in a sea of people he was vaguely familiar with.
“Oh, yeah.” Sero laughs. “Totally cleared up the ‘Nerd Boy’ thing with Kirishima. We both got a laugh out of it”
You freeze again. This time, ice running down your spine. Sero doesn’t seem to notice the look of irritated terror that finds home on your red face.
Right on cue, Bakugos phone vibrates. The vibration giving him the opportunity to casually check his messages.. even the ones from earlier. You watch in slow motion as his eyebrows twitch ever so slightly as a displeased scowl joins the reaction.
“The hell..?” Bakugous voice growls, staring intensely at his screen. His fingers tap with unnecessary force, his jaw tight.
Your hands under the table move quick, powering off your phone before the text you were certain he was sending could be sent. You can see him watching for a reaction from the corner of your eyes, but you say nothing, sipping your drink as if you weren’t about to combust. Then, after the longest few seconds of your life, he shoves his own phone away, seemingly accepting you weren’t the ‘Desperate and annoying fan girl’ he’d complained to his live stream just an hour prior.
But that would all change soon.
I know I took the world’s longest hiatus after I was hacked. But I had too much going on and too much anxiety to upload. But I missed writing, and this account, so I decided to start uploading again. But I won’t be sharing my personal life at all anymore. I’m sorry to the friends I’d made I had ghosted, someone had somehow gotten my personal phone number and it terrified me. Which is why I’d taken so much time away from this account 😅 plz be kind and I’m sorry 😭
