On the Run

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You fluttered about the kitchen, humming a familiar song to Jirou's ear.

"Baby we built this house of memories..."

She picked up the second part. "Take my picture now..."

You perk up in surprise, turning Jirou.

"Shake it til you see it," you say in unison. A grin sprouts on your face, and an excited laugh escapes you. 

"And when your fantasies become your legacy...

"Promise me a place, in your house of memories." 

You gasp, running to sit on the couch next to her. "You know that song?!"

"Yeah! I used to love Panic! At the Disco."

"I used to listen to them all the time! I had a terrible pseudo-emo phase."

"Do you know—?

"Death of a Bachelor?" she answers knowingly.

"It's just so—"

"I know right!"

"And what about—"

"Of course, I know—"

You continue to gush about different artists, ranging from indie to hip-hop. The conversation migrates from the living room to your room, where Jirou recalls you have a big speaker. There, you connect your phone and immediately put it on your playlist.

Meanwhile, the other inhabitants of the house rouse from their listless lives, confused about the rumbling through the house. It sounded like deep bass, and it brought life to their sluggish relaxation.

"Who the fuck is playing that bullshit?! It's bursting my eardrums!"

Kirishima shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe a neighbor?"

"Can't be. It sounds like it's coming from inside the house," Shinsou said.

He was irritated by the noise which interrupted his daily nap. While most of the group couldn't believe he could take naps, even though there was nothing to do, Shinsou always proved them wrong. With the amount of sleep that everyone had been catching up on, Shinsou never seemed to get enough.

Shinsou and Bakugo strolled down the stairs, the bass of the music getting louder and louder.

Ain't it fun?

Living in our real world

Ain't it good?

Being all alone.

"What type of emo rock shit–" he grumbled, before slamming open the door. Shinsou grimaced. Only Bakugo was able to get away with opening someone's door without permission.

They were met with a scene out of a teen tv-show. You and Jirou were rocking out, an imaginary guitar in her hands and drumsticks in yours. There's an unrestrained smile on your face and a brighter one on Jirou's. You both pause when you see your audience.

"What the hell are you doing?" Bakugo grumbles, glaring at you both. You pause the music, pouting at the interruption. 

"Hi," Jirou greets awkwardly. "We're listening to music."

"That can't be music. Sounds like shit."

You shook your head. "Bakugo, do you listen to classical music?"

He doesn't answer.

"Figures. You need something quiet to quell all of that loudness you've got."

He opened his mouth to counter, but Jirou stopped him. "Were we too loud?"