| CHAPTER FIVE |

🎵 just give me a reason by p!nk ft. nate ruess
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YOU GOT TO THE MUSIC ROOM 5 MINUTES EARLIER THAN YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO. you looked around the room trying to find something to help you kill time until the black grand piano caught your eye. it felt like the black and white ivories were begging to be played and who were you to deny them?

using a small towel, you dusted the keys off before taking a seat behind the instrument. you pushed one white key down experimentally. re (D). the string attached to the key vibrated as the sound resonated through the whole instrument. good. it wasn't out of tune.

with one deep breath, you started playing again. one chord. then another. and another. until your lips moved on their own:

right from the start
you were a thief, you stole my heart
and i, your willing victim
i let you see the parts of me
that weren't all that pretty
and with every touch you fixed them

you saw the door open and bakusquad slowly walked in but you didn't stop singing one your favorite songs that right now, just felt a bit too relatable.

you gave them a quick smile as they waved at you quietly and continued singing with your eyes closed, letting all those familiar emotions run through your body, all the way to the tip of each finger pushing down a key.

the sound of drums joining the piano harmoniously prompted you to open your eyes and look over your shoulder. bakugou was staring at you while playing skillfully, with kirishima, kaminari, and sero preparing their instruments as well.

kaminari joined you in a duet:

k: i'm sorry i don't understand
k: where all of this is coming from
k: i thought that we were fine
y/n: oh we had everything

and just like that, you sang and played with them so naturally that no one could have suspected it's your first time playing as a band. in sync and harmonious.

once the song was over, mina and the boys - except bakugou - cheered, but you could see a ghost of a smile on bakugou's lips too.

"i love that song too! this is a sign, y/n. now you HAVE to join us. tell me you're in?" kaminari's last sentence came out as more of a question than a demand.

you looked over at bakugou one last time since he was the only one initially opposed to you joining. he seemed to have a 'do whatever you want' expression on his face so you turned back to the rest of the group and gave them a thumbs up "i'm in!"

after a headlock, ruffling of your hair, and a few hugs, they finally got serious and ready to get down to the business. they explained that while each of them wrote the melody for their respective instruments, bakugou was in charge of writing the lyrics and since you were into songwriting too, it was decided that you and him collaborate together. of course bakugou had to disagree and argue with everyone about it, but eventually he gave in with a grumble.

you and bakugou decided to catch up with school work and start working on a song later that night. you offered to use your quirk on both of you so you wouldn't be sleep deprived the next day and he agreed to stop by your room at 2 am to start working.

after that night, every other night, you and bakugou would work on new songs for the group and exchanged notebooks to work on them during the day too.

***

about six weeks later, on one of your free nights, you paused your anime to go and get a drink from the fridge in the common area. the wooden floor boards were a bit squeaky underneath your bare feet but you tried to be as quiet as possible.

once you entered the kitchen, you yelped and jumped back after seeing a tall figure standing in the shadows.

bakugou was leaning against a counter, staring at the bottom of the glass of water in his hand, contemplating and deep in thought. but your little yelp brought him out of his daze.

"you scared the shit out of me bakugou!" you sighed and held your chest dramatically. he only clicked his tongue and looked back down at the bottom of the glass.

you moved next to him and looked down that glass as well, your head blocking his view.

he lightly pushed you away and groaned with drawn brows. "what the hell do you want?"

"oh, just checking what's so important at the bottom of that glass that you ignore me for it." you chuckled and grabbed your favorite from the drink from the fridge.

"you're so fucking annoying." he breathed out.

you jumped on one of the counter tops in front of him with your legs dangling back and forth childishly. once you saw the microwave clock reading 3:28 am, your brows shot up in surprise. "why are you even awake?"

"our nightly song writing sessions have messed up my sleep schedule."

you hummed in understanding and took a sip of your drink.

he finally put that damn glass down, next to him on the counter, and folded his arms over his chest "since i'm awake, i might as well work on the song. you done with your part?"

"yah. i was gonna give you the notebook tomorrow." you replied before finishing your drink.

"then just give it right now."

"alrighty~" you chirped back in a sing-song tone and pushed yourself off of the counter to head to you room with bakugou following closely.

you opened the door and gestured for him to come inside if he wanted. he walked in and plumped himself on the bed. maybe working in your room so frequently had him a bit too comfortable.

you went to your bag and dug your shared notebook out before sitting next to him. he sat up as you scooted back to lean your back against the wall. opening the book on your lap, you started "i really think we should keep this." you pointed to the words you knew he wasn't going to be the biggest fan of.

"no" he immediately replied and held his hand out for the notebook.

"why not?"

"because."

"that's not a reason."

he pinched the bridge of his nose "just give me the damn notebook. it's almost 4 am."

"no" you replied stubbornly and scowled a bit.

"why the hell not?"

"because."

"that's not a reason." he mocked and tried to grab the notebook out of your hand. but you were fast enough to hold it above your head causing him to lose his balance and almost crush you with his weight.

he caught himself on his elbows just in time. you were in the same position as when you two sparred a while back, now without your wrists pinned down. his face was only mere inches from yours. as your heart started racing, you let your fingers drop the notebook and travel up to his chest instead.

"dammit, y/n. why do you gotta be so annoying?" he muttered under his breath before his lips crashed into yours.

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Where words fail, music speaks
-Hans Christian Andersen