tv wife | katsuki bakugo

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JIRO WAS NERVOUS, her hands shakily holding the microphone. There were only ten minutes before they had to get on stage and her anxiety decided to act up now of all times? It was painful, especially considering that she had already taken her meds earlier in the day (courtesy of Mina).

Mina, on the other hand, was absolutely delighted. She had the biggest grin on her face ever. "Ah, I can't wait. I can't believe we're finally making this happen," She said excitedly, glancing down at her own lap before her eyes darted to the curtain up ahead again. Denki was backstage too, but he was busy getting ready.

The last of the stylists were still attempting to tame his hair since the strands with his infamous black streak weren't exactly behaving at the moment. "I-I know, right?" Jiro shakily grinned back at her bandmate and Ashido frowned. She stood up, approaching her best friend and cupping her hands gently.

"Hey," Jiro looked up anxiously, swallowing harshly. "You two are gonna kill it out there, okay? There's nothing to fear because everyone out there is people that already love us. Including, your soon-to-be girlfriend and wife package combo." Ashido raised a brow teasingly, smiling more when Jiro laughed softly.

Kyoka closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling sharply. "You're not wrong but. . . " Mina nodded understandingly. She cocked her head to the side, smiling sympathetically at her best friend. "Your anxiety says otherwise?" Jiro nodded silently. Mina squeezed her hands one last time before being called over by her makeup artist.

"I'll be back," She kissed Jiro's cheek before skipping over to get her makeup done. Kyoka was never the type to be overly touchy-feely but because Mina was quite literally the opposite, she always let it slide with her. "The stylists give up?" Jiro snorted, watching as Denki walked towards her.

He was attempting to still pat down the tuft of hair, watching as it curled towards his face. It was the best the stylists could do, it seemed. "This is all they could do, I think. My hair has never been this bad," He sheepishly laughed, stealing Jiro's guitar that laid on the couch. He set it across his lap as he sat on the arm of the couch.

His fingers settled on the strings as if they were meant to be there, Kyoka lightly smiling at the action. Denki may have been an idiot, but it was clear he overlooked his own talents. "It might be out of tune, I haven't messed with it in a few days." Jiro awkwardly smiled, watching as the blond hummed.

Kaminari easily tweaked the instrument, humming a tune under his breath that Jiro recognized as the song they planned to perform. "You have the lyrics memorized?" Jiro asked, fiddling with her bracelet briefly. Denki looked up as he shot a smile and nodded reassuringly. "I can't remember my lines for shit, but I have the lyrics memorized, don't worry."

"Also," He paused for a moment, his hands freezing against the guitar. "Thanks."

"For what?"

He lamely shrugged before laughing. "I don't know. Being my comfort person, I guess. You didn't mind me barging in randomly and you even trusted me with this song and the lyrics are clearly. . . personal. I'm guessing they're about Yaomomo?" Denki tilted his head at her, cocking a brow in her direction as she blushed and nodded.

He grinned even more at that and Kyoka sat down next to him. "But you could always sing it in the context of your situation," Denki paused. He swallowed harshly, brows furrowing before he shook himself out of that momentary daze. "I guess it would fit, but I'll come up with my own song about that."

Jiro blurted out her first solution without thinking, "You could always join Sirenhead."

"What—" His eyes widened.

"—officially done!" Mina winked cutely. Of course, her eyeshadow was a bright pink littered with glitter and small white star designs near her eyes. Her amber eyes stood out even more because of the makeup and she looked gorgeous. "Ah, the stars look so cool," Jiro muttered under her breath, turning Mina's face.

The black-haired beauty nodded furiously in agreement before her eyes flitted to the both of them. "Anyway, what were you two talking about?" She wiggled her eyebrows, clearly intrigued about what she had just interrupted. Denki glanced at Jiro before smiling awkwardly. "I confessed and got rejected; kinda go figure." He shrugged.

Mina's jaw dropped and even Jiro was surprised. Mina was one of the biggest loudmouths out of their entire friend group, so it was practically a death sentence to tell her anything. "CONFESS? WHO DID YOU CONFESS TO?!" Denki backed up on the couch as the brown-skinned female pushed her figure forward, nearly bumping noses with the blond.

"Careful or you might crush my guitar," Jiro mumbled and Denki gaped at her, clearly expecting some kind of assistance from her. The rockstar shrugged and took her instrument, taking a seat across from the two. "I-I confessed to Y/n." He answered, pushing her gently as she moved off the couch and stood up properly.

"How did it go?"

Denki's face became blank and he blinked at her. "Did you not just hear me—"

"—Mina practically has selective hearing; most of it goes in one ear and out the other." Jiro swerved to the right when her roommate playfully swung at her. Mina's attention diverted back to Denki who shrugged again. "I got rejected, as I thought I would. Nothing changes though, she's still my best friend."

"Aw, my baby," Mina frowned, bringing him into a hug and caressing his hair gently. With her maternal nature, comforting Denki was a given. Jiro snorted and watched as Denki was about to protest, but caved in anyway. He wasn't lying when he said he was touch starved. "Ashido, we worked hard on his hair!" One of the stylists complained.

Mina held up her hands in a surrender position and backed away. The stylist only grumbled more before giving up and walking off. Denki snickered, watching as Jiro approached the curtains and peeked out again. "Hey, calm down," Kaminari grinned reassuringly at her, tilting his head to the side.

"We're gonna kill it."

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forgot to say we hit 69 chapters w that last one LMAO