I walked along the streets with my head down, clutching a stack of books. I had just returned from school and my bag ripped on a fence, leaving me with carrying my books as an only option. I had no money on me either, as all the money I had brought this morning was my lunch money and that had already been used at lunch so I couldn't do anything about it.
Tomorrow was the day that the Big Three had fan service. I was always a huge fan of their songs and was going to all their events during their tour around Kamino. The sun was setting slowly over the buildings, casting a muted orange glow through the clouds.
It was cold in winter, harsh winds blew whenever you went outside. It wasn't horrid, but I can't say that it was pleasant either.
I started to walk even faster as the wind picked up again, trying to get back to my dorm as fast as possible.
Fifty enternities of walking later, I was at my dorm and ready to slump down and pass out. Sighing as I sat down on the couch, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through it aimlessly for a while. The Big Three had posted an Instagram post of their movie night together earlier; It looked like they were having a lot of fun.
No one is really friends with me... They've always called me 'freak' and 'nerd' because I study hard and wear glassed. I pushed back my glasses and leant my head back, leaving my phone on.
I woke up the next morning with a very sore neck. It hurt. A lot. I panicked after looking at the time. It was nine-thirty and TBT's (The Big Three's) fan meetings were in less than half an hour. I had my slot pretty late in the morning, but I didn't want to be late nonetheless.
Throwing on my hoodie and jeans, I headed out the door and set off. I had their album with me and music was blasting through my earphones; it was one of their songs, Flamethrower.
A blaze that lit up the desolate sky,
There's nothing I can't burn,
You can call it up and try,
But I've had a feeling turn...
Flamethrower.
I walked along to the beat, smiling to myself. The sun was shining, there were no clouds in sight.
Upon arrival at TBTFME (The Big Three's Fan Meeting Expo), I noticed just how many people there were. Hundreds of people milled around, waiting for their slot. I believe that the slots went right up to half two in the afternoon.
My meeting was a ten, so I was ushered into the waiting room. On the way there, I bumped into someone.
"O-Oh! I'm so, so, so, so, so, so, so, sorry! Here! Let me help you up! Are you alright? Do you need help?" I extended my hand to me.
The stranger laughed. "No need, I'm alright. Anyways, I must be off! See you!"
I watched the stranger walk away. He couldn't catch their face as they had a hood and a mask on, but they were wearing the electric logo of TBT's merchandise. I shrugged and continued on my journey to the waiting room. Seems like a hospital to be very honest.
I waited for a while before being called into the studio alone. I was excited, but also nervous. To be very honest, I had never expected myself to meet my favourite artists of all time.
When I arrived, there they were. Sitting in the room. Midoriya. Jirou. Bakugou. The Big Three.
"Hello! My name's Jirou Kyoka, but you probably already know that. You're Todoroki Shouto, am I right?"
I nodded numbly and closed the door behind me, awkwardly sitting down on the chair.
Midoriya was laughing and I didn't know why, but it made me smile. "Kyoka! You're making him nervous!"
"It's alright!" I smiled, the others melting at my adorable smile. Yes? I have an adorable smile... apparently.
"Have you listened to Flamethrower yet?" Bakugou shifted in his chair.
And that's the exact moment my fanboy mode came on. Which probably wasn't a good thing...
"OMG YES! A blaze that lit up the desolate sky,
There's nothing I can't burn,
You can call it up and try,
But I've had a feeling turn...
Flamethrower."
I cringed at my outburst and saw the others smiling. "I haven't seen someone so dedicated in a while!" Midoriya reached for my album. "May I?"
I nodded and handed it over. The green-haired male signed the album cover, passed it to Jirou who signed it and passed it to Bakugou who did the same. Bakugou passed it back to me and I stared at it in disbelief.
"Woah-"
Bakugou laughed. "Breathe Todoroki!"
I inhaled sharply and tucked the album into my bag. "Well, I should get going! You have your next slot soon! Thank you for having me though!"
We said our farewells and I opened the door. Before I closed it, I glanced back and Midoriya mouthed something at me.
'By the way, it forgive you for bumping into me earlier, it was kinda cute to see you ramble. If you want to contact me, phone number's on the album.'
Then I closed the door with a little more force than intended. Oops...
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