Eijirou Kirishima remembers when he first saw Katsuki Bakugou and his band preform.
Freshman year of high school, he was just starting to be comfortable in his own skin. And Katsuki's music voiced his emotions perfectly. Feeling stuck, and lost, and confused about who you are. But understanding that it was okay to be a freak, a weirdo, whatever.
And even now, at 22 years old, Eijirou still couldn't believe he plays bass for this guy.
Eijirou snapped out of his thoughts as Mina Ashido, a bubbly pink haired girl with an afro, snapped her fingers in front of his eyes. "Eiji! Hey, you gucci?"
"Hey Mina... Yeah, no. Just thinking." He sheepishly rubbed his eyes, and Mina glanced at him in concern.
"If you say so, ya big lug." She muttered. "Anyway, Hanta is dragging Denki to the instrument store across the street, so I'm gonna accompany them so they don't break something. Katsu-bae is in his room, but he's writing a song, so maybe don't bother him."
Eijirou nodded briskly, and fumbled with his bass guitar, still on his lap from when he was practicing earlier. Once he heard the front door to the studio apartment slam shut, he shuffled his way towards Katsuki's room.
He stood outside it for a bit, before sitting down to the right of the doorway. He shut his eyes, humming along to the tune of Katsuki' s guitar melody. Once he got into the groove, he began a bass line that he had been working on.
Suddenly, Katsuki's music stopped. Eijirou's eyes widened, and he practically lunged himself back into the living room, grabbing his phone, and acting as if he was on it the whole time.
Katsuki ruffled his spiky blond hair, running his fingers over his undercut. His narrow scarlet eyes landed on Eijirou, and the eye contact nearly made Eijirou shit his pants.
"Shitty hair." Katsuki began, slowly walking towards him. "Were you outside my door just now?"
"Y-Yeah, I mean, I guess-" Eijirou stuttered out. Katsuki grabbed a fistful of Eijirou's fire engine red hair, and sneered at him, showing his canines.
"I told you to stay the fuck out of my space." Katsuki spat, bringing Eijirou closer to his face.
Eijirou tried to look him in the eye. He really did. But the only thing he could look at was Katsuki's lips... Then his neck... Then his abs...
"Eijirou! Fucking pay attention!" Eijirou flinched and immediately looked away. Without thinking, he mumbled out "I was writing a song to your guitar melody!"
Katsuki paused, letting Eijirou's hair go. "You what?"
Eijirou sighed, rubbing his head where Katsuki had grabbed his hair. "I thought it was really nice sounding so I... wrote a bass line to it."
Katsuki smiled slightly, and stood up. "In that case... Show me this bass line of yours."
OMG a new kiribaku story no way. band au too, holy shit. comments and suggestions are appreciated :P sorry that its so short btw ugh
~lennydesu
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That Boy In That Band ~ KiriBaku
FanfictionEijirou Kirishima officially has a type. Guitar players who sing <3