DIVIDE. // Bakudeku

Often.

"I'LL SEE YOU soon, dear," said Izuku, his voice bright. "Go kick ass out there."

His grassy tendrils were in an amusing mess; the result of rolling around in his sleep all night. Below him was a heated frying pan in which his breakfast for the day had been cooking. Eggs. Scrambled.

"You know I will." Katsuki leaned over his husband, lightly pecking his forehead. "Love you. See you later."

The large front gate swung open and an autumn breeze immediately washed over. The air outside was damp and cool, somewhat contrasting with the light mood Katsuki had found himself in. Good days weren't all too rare anymore, not for him. Not for his husband either.

And yes, America was fairly new, in every single way. But it all felt too familiar. After all...

"Kacchan!"

Bakugou resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he turned to face his airheaded friends. "Man, how many times am I gonna tell ya-"

"Don't go doing that, man!" Kirishima exclaimed to Denki, his horror exaggerated. "You'll make him breathe fire or something!"

Ejirou really fancied attending just about anything the band had going on in support of his friends (and because he was curious). Fans even began joking about him being an honorary member.

Jirou ignored the commotion. To Katsuki she said, "You nervous?"

Katsuki thought about it for a second. Interviews weren't his favorite thing in the world; his friends knew that. But the band wasn't quite in the mainstream eye yet, with their move to america being as recent as two years ago. That was a blessing, in a way.

Bakugou often found himself wondering how he'd fare in a much more public space. How he'd navigate through eventually having very little privacy. It was inevitable; the band was quickly gaining popularity in the west. He was, by nature, a very private person.

For now, he tended to push the thought away.

"I'm fine, worry about yourself."

Jirou nodded and turned to Momo, who'd started tapping her chest in an effort to self sooth.

"Hey, breathe, Yaomomo."

"Ah, I'm a wreck today. My English still feels wobbly. I'm sorry, Kyouka."

As Jirou reassured her friend, Katsuki huddled into the vehicle alongside Tokoyami, who'd been simply staring out the window. He briefly and politely acknowledged Katsuki before returning to his zoning out.

"Everyone in?" Shinsou asked, his unruly head of lavender hair poking out before his head. He was the destined driver, as he tended to be.

The rest of the group got into the car, and after a minute or too, they'd taken off.

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"Collide! It's an honor to have you guys with us here today!"

Jirou smiled calmly. "An honor to be here. Thanks for having us."

The room was quite spacious, with comfortable, wide couches spread neatly to accommodate each band member. Across from them sat two individuals. One of them was a black male with greying hair and a kind smile. The other was a ginger, her long hair swept behind in a low ponytail. The set was surrounded by sound equipment and each person had access to a microphone.

The man shifted around in his seat, seemingly putting on his radio voice. "Welcome, welcome. My name's Jermaine, this young lady goes by Jade."

Jade smiled, the corners of her brown eyes crinkling. "It's so nice to meet you guys!"