WHILE THE CLASSES ARE LISTENING TO HIS MUSIC
'Why the hell does it feel like people broke into my room and found my music?" Izuku thought to himself before shrugging. "Eh, I would've shown them when I got back anyways.
THE NEXT DAY WITH CLASS 1-A
Kyoka woke up with a weight around her body, she looked down to see Momo smiling in her sleep while holding Kyoka. She giggled to herself quietly, pecking Momo on the cheek before slipping out of her arms to get changed and leave her room before Iida caught them and scolded them like the robot he was.
When the rest of the class was awake, Kyoka and Momo sat next to each other. Their hands intertwined under the table. They are breakfast with their class before heading towards the auditorium where the principal would pick a student to select a song.
Nezu ended up selecting Kyoka to pick the next song. Which was titled "Sing for the Moment"
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blarin'
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
'Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again, he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just let's his emotions go, sing for the years
(Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears (come on)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
Entertainment is changin', intertwinig' with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely, 'cause don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
Any dispute, won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously
So I'm signing CD's while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
YOU ARE READING
He sings?
FanfictionWith Midoriya out of the country in order to gain further control of his quirk, Bakugo breaks down his dorm room door and discovers something he never knew about. It's your basic singer Izuku fic with my taste of music. I own nothing. Horikoshi K...
