nobody ⁑ kmjr

7

"I'm sorry, Guys. But if you can't find a guitarist, The band's through." 

Their producer, Kenta Takashi explained. "What The Hell!! You heard the crowd, ''They love us!" Bakugou screamed, pointing his drumsticks at Takashi. "Dude, Relax. I can play." Kyoka suggested. 

"No, No. You're the vocalist. We'll find a Guitarist. Easy." Tokoyami mumbled. "Hey, Katsuki!" The trio's attention snapped to Kirishima. "Why'd you scream my name at the end?" The ashy blonde snapped. 

The duo began bickering, while Kyoka's attention diverted to Kaminari. "You a fan?" Tokoyami questioned, who was also looking at the boy. Kyoka slid over to Kirishima. 

"Why'd you bring him back here?" She whispered. "He wanted to give you something!" The redhead responded. "You know he bullied me!" She shouted. "I know! Bu-" "Kyo-Chan." Kaminari mumbled as he walked over. 

Bakugou quickly snatched the journal from Kaminari's hand. "Get lost." He hissed. Kaminari sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Thanks for bringing me back, Kirishima-Kun." He mumbled, walking offstage. 

Kyoka glared at him as he walked off. She refused to believe he had changed. 

Someone that horrible could never. 

:-:-:-:

Kyoka sat at her desk, doodling down song lyrics. Kyoka had written about a dozen songs, but they always played the ones Tokoyami had written. He was a much better artist than her. 

Kyoka's thoughts  were interrupted by her phone buzzing. She checked the number. It was a text message from Bakugou. 

[K.B.🥁]

: Yes? 

TOKOYAMI FOUND A GUITARIST. LET'S MEET UP AT EIJI'S PLACE.:

: ok, but you don't need to capitalize your letters. 

IT GETS THE POINT ACROSS BETTER:

Kyoka chuckled and shoved her phone into her bag. 

:-:-:-:

Kyoka knocked at Kirishima's door, wearing a black hoodie with shorts. Moments later, it was answered by the bubbly redhead. "Kyo-Chan! Hi!" He exclaimed, engulfing her in one of his famous hugs. If you were lucky, Kiri would hug you for about 5 minutes. But the usual was 7. 

Luckily, Kyoka was pulled away by Bakugou. "He hugged me for 15 minutes this morning." The spiky haired boy whispered. Kyoka held back the urge to laugh. 

"Have you met the Guitarist yet?" She asked. He shook his head. "Fumi chose him, so He must be decent." He shrugged. "It's a boy?" Kyoka scoffed. The blonde nodded and sat down on the couch with Kirishima. 

"Do you guys have any new songs?" Kiri questioned, laying his head on Kyoka's lap. "You know I can't write for shit." Bakugou scoffed, rolling his eyes. "What about you, Kyo?" Kirishima asked, looking into her blue orbs. 

"Well…" Kyoka mumbled, fiddling with her drawstrings. "No offense, Kyo, but we should leave the song writing to Fumi." Bakugou laughed. "Kat!" Kirishima corrected. "It's okay, Eiji. He's right." Kyoka chuckled. 

The conversation  was interrupted by Tokoyami walking in. "Alright, Kyoka. You're here." He mumbled. "Yep. So, Who's the Guitarist?" She questioned. The black haired boy sighed and rubbed his nape. 

"Look, We were desperate. He was available. Don't kill me." He pleaded. Bakugou suddenly rose to his feet. "Alright, dumbass, Who is it?" He hissed. Tokoyami scrubbed his face and reached for the door handle. 

Kyoka's eyes widened at the sight. 

A/N: I think we all know who the Guitarist is gonna be😏