I picked up Kyoka's guitar and strummed it a few times. Not many people actually know I play the guitar because it's usually Kyoka who plays it.
"It's a blue that I never brought to this world,
A natural artificial colouring.
The colour of those curtains on your wall,
Hanging there, so bright yet dark.
Sometimes I wished life had more,
Like when you walk out into the park.
I compare that colour to the sky,
Thank god I don't have to reach as high.
To find...
A royal blue that brought light,
A royal blue that made me feel alive,
Something a king would use,
To decorate his castle, it's true.
You brought the r-"
I blinked, my phone beeping. "Hello?" I carefully placed the guitar down on the floor.
"Hey Izu, Katsuki and I are gonna need your help getting these albums up the stairs!"
"And we have to sign every one of them by tomorrow before the first concert!"
"Agh! I'll be right down!" I threw the phone on the bed and dashed down the stairs to where Kacchan and Kyoka were waiting with eight giant trolleys of albums for us to sign. "That... We don't have to... What? There are so many..."
Kyoka laughed. "If you wanna have free time today, then hurry up and help!"
It took us four trips and twenty minutes to haul them all up the stairs as the trolleys were just a little too wide to fit through the elevator doors. By the time we finally had them all in the room, I was already exhausted. We chose to sign them in Kacchan's living room section, because his was the least crowded, after a little bit of reluctance.
"Since we're signing the albums, should we put some of our music on?"
"Oh hell yeah!" Kacchan fist pumped the air and Kyoka went to the desk to play some music. Soon we were all humming to the songs.
"Oooh Flamethrower! I love this one a lot!" Kyoka giggled as she tried to sign as she was singing.
"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 took the wrong path in life,
But that didn't stop me,
From taking a torch,
And lighting up the night sky...."
A little while later, Aizawa and Mic came to check up on us. At that point we were roughly on our fourth trolley of eight. My hands hurt and I desperately needed sleep, the fact that I had woken up at three this morning didn't help.
Kacchan must've noticed I was tired. "Izu, I'll sign yours for you too, because I can literally forge any of your signatures." It was true, he could duplicate anything on paper just by looking at it.
I thanked him and headed off to shower.
My room was quiet, the sound proof walls keeping the racket Kyoka and Kacchan made out. There were... A few occasional tremblings of the ground, but I just turned over, considering those at Kacchan exploding again.
There was a skylight above my head. It was small, but a window to the stars nonetheless. I had been left with a chip in my shoulder, ever since my father had promised to take me to see the stars one day. But he had died, leaving an empty promise.
Maybe that should be my next song. Empty Promises.
I thought back to the fan meetings. I had met so many people that day, everything had just been a blur. Some of the people I remembered meeting were Uraraka, Yaoyorozu and Kirishima, Asui and Todoroki.
Todoroki. I mean he was kinda adorable... Very nervous guy. Wait what am I saying? Ugh forget it. He's not gay... I don't think so. I shouldn't assume people's sexualities like that.
Suddenly the blanket seemed a little too thick and the room a little too toasty. But I didn't care, and soon I was drifting off into a dreamland.
Kacchan grimaced as he signed the last album of the eighth trolley and slumped back. It was late, but he didn't seem to care about the time.
"Kyoka, we really need to sleep now. They don't want a half asleep guitarist and drummer onstage."
She nodded, standing up to open the door to leave. "Night Katsuki."
"Night Kyoka."
The door closed and almost simultaneously, the lights flicked off in both rooms. I could hear Kacchan's light snoring through the door. So it blocks out his yelling, but not his snores?
I woke up again not too late after they had turned in for the night. I couldn't sleep anymore, no matter how much I tried to force my eyelids shut, it just wasn't working. It was dark outside, and from the looks of it the clouds had drifted over my view of the stars.
I checked my phone, 00:39. I didn't know why this kept happening and what kept me awake. I had no nightmares, not traumatic experiences lately, nothing. It pinged as Wattpad sent me a couple notifications about people @-ing me.
'@Deku! Read my lastest-'
'Hi @Deku! Hope you're doing ok! Here's a-'
'Read my Bakudeku fanfic @Deku!'
(Sorry if I accidentally @tted you! Didn't mean to do it, but I don't think I have!)
I cringed. Bakudeku? Hell no! Kacchan was my non-biological brother! Besides, he already likes someone else.
There was a certain fanfic that caught my eye that someone else had posted on my feed. The person who posted it wasn't the original author, but they sure wanted people to read that book. And read it I did.
Reader Insert, A Day Out With...
Requests Open!
1. Bakugou Katsuki
2. Midoriya Izuku
3. Jirou Kyoka
4. Todoroki Shouto
5. Yaoyorozu Momo
6. Hawks
And so on. One thing caught my eye. Todoroki Shouto. As in Todoroki, Todoroki? The guy I met a few days ago?
I wanted to find out, but at the same time I know I needed to sleep. So I put my phone down after saving it to my read next reading list and decided to go bacak to sleep. And this time, I slept soundly.
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Shy Away~ Tododeku [Singer!Deku AU]
FanfictionDon't you shy away... Manifest a ceiling when you shy away Searching for that feeling Just like an |I love you| (ooh, ooh) That isn't words (ooh, ooh) Like a song he wrote, that's never heard... Midoriya Izuku is a famous singer. When he arrives in...