If I Had One Wish

Chapter Thirty Five

Chapter Thirty Five - Curse (filler chapter)

Music that someone else shows you never feels the same. You think of them whenever the song comes on. So what if we were and are still young. Who cares if you haven't talked to me in months, verging onto years. I think of you with that specific artist, maybe that specific song. And that song you liked? I didn't like it but I listened to it, going back to it at off times and learning to love it. Music is the way to my heart. It sticks with me like glue. I refuse to let it go. Every single song I get recommended I know exactly who it came from. Especially if it's you.

I often hope that you see me in something you love. I hope that you don't see me in things you hate. Hope is a dangerous thing but I'll hold onto it, always.

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"Bike or car?" Izuku had asked him when they were pulling their shoes on and gathering their keys. The Christmas decorations from December's rapid approach were littered amongst not only the common room but the door, the wreath having been put up by Class B's Ibara Shiozaki.

From Izuku's hand dangled two sets of keys, one with the matching green flames and black motif his bike had and the other with a metallic horse. Sure, Katsuki could be classified as your average guy with anger issues. The only thing was he had no fucking idea about cars. The make, the model, he had no fucking clue. The brand? Na da. Nothing.

Everyone in the Bakusquad had been in shock hearing such news. Izuku, on the other hand, wasn't even surprised because since they were kids Bakugou was convinced he could just use his quirk to get him places and claimed that he'd never get a car. On top of that he didn't have a license, having not even tried to apply for the test at sixteen. He just didn't see the need to drive anywhere by himself.

So as he stared at the logo he found himself pleasantly surprised that he remembered what company that was. "Since when do you own a Mustang?"

"Not mine. Todoroki said we could use his car since a motorcycle is seemingly inappropriate to bring to a fancy high end restaurant."

"Bike it is, then?" Katsuki smiled genuinely at the light that ignited in the depths of Midoriya's eyes. He was enjoying being a delinquent in the eyes of his father, much like how Shoto enjoyed stealing his fathers credit cards. There was something with disappointing rich men that had these two teens glad to be alive, glad to stir up trouble.

Not like Bakugou knew what that was like. The thought of disappointing his dad was enough to make him cry, Masaru was far too sweet and understanding. He was too much like- Well, Katsuki looked at the curly green haired male in front of him who led him out of Heights Alliance with his hand in his own. Masaru was too much like Deku. Something Mitsuki had once said to him, something that stuck to him, the camparrision almost humorous. Just two loud blondes with socially awkward yet protective dark haired men.

Putting on the helmet Izuku had handed him, he was able to buckle it himself this time. The weather, though windy, stayed stagnant around them. His hands chilled but his body didn't wrack with shivers like they had the night, hell even the week, prior.

"Ready?" Midoriya was smiling at how Katsuki looked, the deep weathered leather jacket over his shoulders caught light under the crescent moon. His eyes caught light as well, shining with gold and silver as they looked at the blonde with excitement. His entire body was buzzing with excitement and nerves, a flush over his cheeks at the chuckle he got.

"Yes, Izuku, I'm ready. You good? Where did all that calmness go?" He said it gently, rough voice echoing from behind the visor of the helmet as he threw one leg over the bike.