Skin & Bones (bnha au)

3

I stood across the street from Midnight's in the public car park on the other side of the road.
My sobriety meant I was the designated driver to pretty much every gig, luckily my friends where moderately well behaved both sober and drunk.

Midnight's was full of memories.
I recalled a time where me, Shiggy and Magne would sneak in here with terribly made fake ID's.
Midnight knew we where too young but never kicked us out.
She was one of the reasons I never minded doing gigs here even now we rarely did pub gigs. When we where just starting out we where here every Friday night, she helped us so much.

The wave of nostalgia hit me as soon as I walked in though the backdoor.
It had an unmistakable aura, even today I can't pinpoint exactly what it is, it's just Midnight's.
Luckily I'd hauled the heavy-ass instruments earlier so they where already all set out.

Shiggy met me at the door, looking nervous.
"Thanks for doing this Barbecue Bitch."
He pulled me into a hug which I returned softly, not wanting our jackets to get tangled up in eachother, again.
He was never one for physical contact but I find it strangely comforting so he made exceptions when things like this morning happen.
"Big Sis told me what happened, if you need a break at any stage let us know."

My face twisted into a frown at my friend's pity, I'd preformed fine in worse conditions than this.
This was all my own fault anyway,
I wasn't going to ruin everyone else's time.
"I'll be fine. I'm definitely not staying long after though, I'll probably just go straight to Twice's and wait for all of you to get back. The car can stay here until the morning."

He nodded and with half an hour until we where supposed to be on, the band went to get beers while I decided to take a walk outside to clear my head and discreetly use my inhaler without worrying the group.

The night was chilly but the morning's sudden storm had pretty much disappeared leaving a magnificently clear night sky.
It was sad I couldn't see the stars from here but the city's neon paradise was arguably just as beautiful.

I found myself in a near empty smoking area, only illuminated by the yellow neon sign overhead.
The thickness of the air made my lungs itch. I spluttered, ending up using my inhaler once again.

"Sorry about that. I didn't think anyone else was out here."
A familiar disembodied voice apologized for the shadows, a ghost? A man? I didn't recognize it but my body certainly did, I felt my heart clench and the hair on my arms where standing at attention.
There was something about that playful, flirty tone that made me uncomfortable but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Nah it's my fault. Bad lungs."

"Hey you're the lead singer of the band Rumi hired, right?"
A man my age emmerged from the shadows.
I didn't know him, but I sort of wish I did. He was a real pretty guy, the sort who was always automatically popular, golden hair and golden eyes, perfect eyeliner creating the perfect line between mysterious and flirty.
I was comfortable enough with my appearance, there's a certain level of acceptance that comes with looking like me, but even then I found myself envying him slightly.

"Yeah, I'm Dabi. And I'm going to guess you're the man we're here to entertain."

"Well me and about thirty of Rumi's closest friends, it's sort of crazy in there."
He chuckled bashfully and sat down on the table of one of the three empty picnic benches. Even the way he moved was graceful, like a bird of prey gliding in the air.
"She really invited anyone she could think of to this. How'd you lot get roped in? I like punk music and all but it's not often you'd see a band like yours preforming for a bar full of cops."

My hair shifted in the cool breeze, I pushed it out of my eyes and moved to lean against the cracking stone wall.
"I've been asking myself the same thing. Our guitarist books most of our performances since the band's like his baby. He's sort of into your friend."