*Izuku and Kyotoku made it to the stage. Once there, Izuku pushed Kyotoku away from him, growling as his smile almost disappeared, but he remained composed in not losing his anger. With a deep, Shaky breath, he looked at the yellow-haired man who dared to touch him for so long and didn't have the decency to at least look at him. No, he was busy setting things up.*
Izuku: For future reference. I do not like being touched.
Kyotoku: noted. So! Here you go, wow me
*Kyotoku said, giving Izuku an acoustic guitar. Izuku took it and played it once to hear it. He scowled with his eyes as he started to tune the guitar correctly. Kyotoku nodded in approval since that was the first test, since any guitarist worth their salt should be able to tune their instrument without one of those electric tuners.*
Izuku: I should warn you. The songs I know? They don't fit this event. Since the music I like is a lot more... emo. To put it nicely.
Kyotoku: Depressing music. But does it look like I give a fuck?
*Kyotoku asked with a chuckle. Izuku's eyebrows frowned more deeply as his smile became more paper-thin. He looked around, and sure enough, some little kids heard this adult manchild curse. The parents, just like Izuku, didn't look happy about that.*
Izuku: It looks like you have no filter. Their children are present, sir. Please check your surroundings before saying such things
Kyotoku: Just tune the guitar and get ready. We're about to start. Unless you're too scared. In which case, you'll break up with my sweet little Kyoka
*Kyotoku said with a smirk. Since he didn't want her baby to be with any male! And to be fair, Kyoka is following that rule by dating Momo. Izuku chuckled a little with that thought. But he was getting tired of this man's quite frankly disturbing behavior. He was acting more like a TV sitcom dad than an actual parent.*
Izuku: Yeah. I would dial it back a smidgen. It's starting to sound creepy, sir. But fine. I'll play along. Just please watch the language. They're women and children present
Kyotoku: There you go again with that sh....
*Kyotoku was about to speak, but he saw Izuku raising the acoustic guitar in a fast motion, almost as if he was going to smash it on the ground. Izuku looked at the man with a raised eyebrow, almost daring him to finish saying that other curse word.*
Izuku: Finish that sentence, and I'll break this guitar
Kyotoku:.... there you go again with that whole not-cursing thing. What's the deal with that?
* Kyotoku asked, and Izuku instantly thought about a certain family that curses as much as a sailor. One time, Izuku saw Mitsuki out-curse and a sailor. So ever since then, Izuku has associated cursing with people with very low IQ, since the Bakugo family to him was a family of low IQ individuals.*
Izuku: I don't believe such words should be used in public. That's one of the problems with the world today. People feel like they don't need to have a filter for their words.
Kyotoku: So you don't use curse words at all?
*Kyotoku asked, not buying is as he finished setting everything up and looked at the crowd in front of the stage, waiting for their star to return to their life. He then turned to the comet that was flying by around him to block his spotlight for a moment, as he responded to Kyotoku's question.*
Izuku: I try my best not to use them. I'm not gonna lie and say that I haven't failed in that aspect before. But for the most part, I don't use them
Kyotoku: Whatever, man. Get ready, cause your time to shine is coming up!
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the new Ironman
Fanfiction"you can't, you can't, you can't " izuku has heard that every single day from everyone, from his classmates, to his former friend, to his teachers, from even his own mother. but all of them are gonna learn something, the definition of the human spir...
