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༉‧₊˚✧.* venue ༉‧₊˚✧.* july 7th; 1:00 p.m.
࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎
it was the day of the show.
y/n has been sitting in her car for the past thirty minutes, contemplating if going was a good idea or not. her mind was filled with all sorts of random conflicted thoughts.
they couldn't perform the last three songs without her— that's for sure— but then again, they wouldn't be missing much if she were to sing with all of this guilt on her shoulders.
her heart dropped every single time the scene from two days ago kept replaying in her head.
he broke down in her arms. he hugged her, he hugged her so tightly. and she was there for him, she was there through it all, by his side, helping him as much as she could. so why act like nothing happened afterwards? he couldn't even talk to her, let alone look at her.
was he ashamed? is that what that was about?
she tried calling him, texting him— she even showed up to his house, at his front door, desperately knocking and ringing. yet no answer from him.
she eventually had no choice but to give up; if he was going to this extent to ignore her, then so be it. he clearly didn't want her reaching out to him in any way, shape or form.
what happened was clearly because of her quirk, because of her. there was no doubt about it.
he was acting perfectly fine— more than fine, even— before she teleported him home. all the more reason why she wanted answers. she just wanted to fix whatever she had to fix.
he did talk about his past once, and that was at kirishima's house, that one morning while everyone else was knocked out; he was abducted by her own father's league. that monster. she could only assume it was related to that. she couldn't even imagine what him and his friends had went through for the past years. it must've been hard.
she thought about asking the other members of the band, but she felt like getting them involved would only make everything much worse. and so she stayed quiet and dealt with a way to solve things by herself.
she looked out her car windshield, gazing at the other neighbourhood houses down the street while thinking.
her phone rang.
buzz boy :p.
it was kaminari.
she closed her eyes and took a breath. she's late, she knows that. she hesitantly picked her phone up, blatantly staring at her screen. her fingers drummed on her thighs and her knees fidgeted.
