My Heart - bakugo katsuki x reader

03 | band two

(Y/N)'s POV:

After the jam session we all retreated to our dorm rooms for the night. The layout of my room was simple, a bed in the far right corner, a desk under a decently sized window, a wardrobe and a chest of drawers under a mirror along the left wall. We were allowed to decorate our rooms as we pleased, but I was by no means an interior designer. I unpacked my clothes and put them all into the wardrobe and the chest of drawers, noticing I had far more storage space than I had clothing items. I arranged few pictures, ornaments and clock onto the chest of drawers, hanging up my cherished poster of (F/B) next to the mirror. My desk was next, neatly I arranged my textbooks and books onto the small shelf, unpacking my pencil case, laptop and spare paper.

When I was done, I took a step back and looked at my dorm room now, "Less plain, I guess?"

Then my phone rang, it was Haru asking how my day was. I told him about the jam session and how happy I was here. He laughed over the phone and told me he had a feeling I would be. He also added that our parents would be in town that weekend and that I should come see them. Reluctantly I agreed, mainly because I wanted to see him again. Then we said goodnight and hung up.

I plugged my amplifier into the outlet next to my desk and unzipped my guitar case. Setting the volume at the minimum, I tuned the stings carefully; after which I pulled my sheet music and a guitar pick out of the case's front pocket, picking up where I had left off.

I had always been a bit of a night owl, especially since I played guitar. Something Haru had not always been too fond of as he was a strong believer that I needed at least 9 hours of sleep every night.

I strummed a few random chords as my eyes scanned the sheet of paper, tying to decipher my scribbled handwriting.

That evening I did not get very far. I could not thinking about how tomorrow, I would be assigned to a band. Wondering who they might be, my mind went back to the jam session. 

Would I be with him? I remembered the wild smile on his face as he played, the passion he played with, the explosive solo. He may have been rude, but I thought there was more to him than that. The way he looked just after we finished that first song, it was like a different person was shining through. I could not help but think about the way he looked at me during class, how he was spinning his drumsticks between his fingers. Who was this guy?

It was already 11:12pm, so I decided to call it a day. I was not that tired, but I was not going to show up to my second day of school looking dead.

Turning off my amplifier, I gently lay my guitar onto the floor before turning to my closet and changing into my pyjamas.

It was then I noticed I still had to get to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face, having forgotten there were perhaps other people roaming around. Looking at my bright pyjamas I sighed, pulling a hoodie over my head as I was too lazy to change.

Then I grabbed my toiletry bag and stuck my head out of my door, peering into the dark hallways. I flinched as an automatic light flickered on, confirming that no one was in the corridors except me. Relieved, I slipped into my slippers and out the door.

Just as I entered the girls bathroom, my heart stopped as I heard a familiar voice coming from the common area.

"For the last time," Bakugo growled, "You did WHAT?"

The hair on the back of my head stood on end. Judging by the fact I did not hear a response, I presumed he was talking to someone over the phone.

"NO, I won't get over myself," he mimicked a voice, "I told you I wanted to go solo!"