LOST // BAKUGO X OC

Festival Preparations

Estelle sat on the couch as the class behind her held a meeting about the festival a month away. Her tongue peeked out between her lips as Estelle concentrated on the wooden strings on her lap. Her eyes squinted as she wove the pieces together in an intricate way. She would never have expected to make one of these things for herself, but there was a first time for everything.

She ignored the shiver on her neck from the feeling of being observed. Figuring that it was a classmate, Estelle didn't fulfil her innate need to look behind her in favour of completing her makeshift creation perfectly. She didn't know how Kiko did it so well; he must have had practice on his side.

The bracelet was nearing completion when she heard the students' voices behind her. Tying the final pieces together, Estelle held a small smile of achievement as she placed the jewellery on her wrist. It had felt odd with her wrist bare, and she figured it wouldn't hurt having something to tide her over for the time being.

"What should we do?!" Ashido asked, catching Estelle's attention. Turning to face the class, her eyes briefly ruby gazing at her before making it to the female in question.

"I don't know much about popular music, so I'll leave that up to you guys", Ojiro stated bashfully.

Estelle watched in confusion as Jiro talked in terms that she didn't recognise. "Does anybody play base or anything?"

"What's that?" Estelle asked with bordom. The class turned to her, stunned by her innocent question. Bakugo was the only one who understood why she was asking. Estelle had become fond of music, but that didn't mean she knew the ins and outs of it. She recalled the previous conversation with the blonde, her mouth turning into an o shape as she answered her own question.

'It's stuff to make music.'

The class didn't really know how to respond to that, so Estelle waved them off to continue conversing with themselves. When Bakugo started hitting something, Estelle looked up again to view the scene, a deeper understanding hitting her as she listened to the beat.

'Oh, so they hit that to make the sound.'

"That was awesome! You've got to be our drummer!"

"No way am I making a fool of myself up on that stage. We're doing this because we wanna let the other courses blow off some steam, right? But we're the ones who caused the stress to begin with. So, we're just trying to make ourselves feel better. This is gonna seem like a slap in the face from the people they can't stand," Bakugo snarked back as he pushed to leave the room.

"Don't be rude! We're just trying to help!" Hagakure screeched out as an angry cloud flowed out of her invisible body.

"That kinda thinking is what I'm talking about! Why do we have to be so concerned about how these weaklings feel? Stop trying to get on their good side! We're not here to make friends; we're here to fight! If we're gonna put on a good show, then we can't hold anything back! Let's murder everyone in UA with killer music!"

"Bakugo!" Classmates shrieked out as they rushed to gather around him. Estelle stayed by the couch, watching the scene with a strange feeling pilling at her gut. A low smile glinted at her lips from his aggressive words. It was classic Bakugo. It almost made her feel warm.

-_-

It was the evening when Estelle made it back to the dorms. She had strolled in with the work-study crew as they had coincidentally met on the way back. Estelle didn't need to catch up like the rest of them; she caught up when she could, and luckily Mr Aizawa was pretty lenient on her in terms of grades and homework.

The class were still talking about their plans for the event. Estelle listened with confusion as they tried to inform the group of everyone's roles in the concert. Estelle was a bit clueless on her own part to play. She point-blank refused to dance.