nobody ⁑ kmjr

6

Kaminari sat at his desk, thinking of what to write. 

Ever since he'd found Kyoka's journal, he had formed a plan. He'd write an apology letter, put it in her journal, and when He returned it to her she'd read it. 

Now, all he had to do was, well, write it. 

'Dear Kyoka-San, 

I don't exactly know what I'm writing, and I know you probably won't forgive me. I know sorry won't make things better and I-'

He dropped his pencil on the desk and scrubbed his face. It couldn't be shallow or half-assed. 

This needed to be perfect.

Two Days Later, Yagi Café. 

"Kyo-Chan! We're on!" 

Kyoka's attention snapped to her friend and bass guitarist of the band, Fumikage Tokoyami. "Coming…" She mumbled, grabbing her mic. Today was the Band's 'big break' as Hizashi called it. 

They were playing at a small restaurant, so some people would be able to watch. Kyoka was a bit nervous, as were Tokoyami and Bakugou. She walked up to the ashy blonde and placed a hand on his shoulder, Tokoyami placed one on hers. 

She gave the two boys a reassuring smile, though she wasn't sure they'd return the gesture. After knowing them for about 5 years, She'd never once seen them smile. Although Bakugou did laugh when someone was in pain. But it was more of a scoff. 

"You guys ready?" She questioned. "Of course." Bakugou scoffed. Tokoyami gave her a thumbs up. "Alright…" Kyoka sighed. 

-:-

Kaminari walked through the doors of the restaurant he went to almost daily. "Oi, Kaminari!" He looked over to see Kirishima sitting down in a chair. It must've been a good place if Kirishima was there. 

He and Kiri weren't exactly friends, but they weren't entirely enemies. "Hey, What're you doing here?" He questioned, sitting next to him. "Well, My friend's performing! Gotta show my love!" He laughed. 

"Cool! What instrument does he play?" He asked. "Drums! They should be on any minute!" He answered. From what Kaminari could tell, Kirishima's friend sounded pretty punk rock. 

"HELLOOOO EVERYONE!!!" 

Kaminari and Kirishima's head snapped around. Atop the stage was an older man with Blonde hair. His voice was about as loud as a speaker. "I'm Hizashi Yamada! Today, You're gonna listen to a band that's been recording at my Studio for awhile. Let me tell you, They've worked hard. SO ALLOW ME TO WELCOME, KYOKA JIRO, KATSUKI BAKUGOU, AND FUMIKAGE TOKOYAAAAAMI!!!"

Panic raced through Kaminari. Kyoka was performing here. She might get nervous if she saw him or- But if He stayed, he could give her the notebook. 

Kyoka walked up to the mic and scanned the crowd, only to meet eye contact with the electric blonde. She sighed and began tapping the mic. Bakugou began playing the drums, and Tokoyami strummed his guitar. 

'I wanna hear you say it
Don't wanna need to rephrase
I wanna hear you say it
Don't wanna need to rephrase
You love to feel this way
So you scream, could it be?
You give it all away
Admission free, could it be?
I can hear but I cannot see
I can hear but I can’t see
I can hear but I cannot see
Crybaby
I want you to write it down
It's not you, it's me, why I keep coming around
I want you to write it down
It's not you, it's me, why I keep coming around
You love to feel this way
So you scream, could it be?
You give it all away
Admission free, could it be?
I can hear but I cannot see
I can hear but I can’t see
I can hear but I cannot see
Crybaby
Abdicated, celibate
More than had enough of it
Abdicated, celibate
More than had enough of it
I can hear but I cannot see
I can hear but I can’t see
I can hear but I cannot see
Crybaby' 

As the song ended, Cheers erupted from the crowd. "YEAH! GO KATSUKI!" Kirishima exclaimed. The ashy blonde attempted to hide a smile. "Kirishima, Do you think you could get me backstage?" Kaminari questioned as the redhead sat up. 

"Huh? I guess." He mumbled, shrugging. "Thanks!" Kaminari exclaimed, snagging his bag. "What for? Y'know Kyoka's in this band. She won't exactly be happy to see you." Kirishima mumbled as they walked backstage.