Left, Right, Left, Right

Chapter Four

AN: Just so you non-band people know, some competitions have specified awards for categories, and some don't, just overall awards. So, yeah :3)

The bus was dead silent as the UA band filed on solemnly. The students fell into their seats, and Bakugo swore he heard a collective gasp when Iida got on. He stood, looked disappointedly at every kid, and sat down without a word.

"Oh jeez, he's pissed," Mina whispered to Tooru as the bus rolled out of the parking lot.

Bakugo slumped in his seat, still fuming. He was sure that the band had never done that bad at a competition before, and he hated losing.

The drummer rested his forehead against the window.

"Pssst, Bakugo?"

"What the fuck do you want, Weird Hair?"

He looked slightly over his shoulder. Kirishima was fiddling with a spare bobby pin, and wouldn't look Bakugo in the eye.

"Um, cuz we did so bad, I was wondering if you...still wanted to tutor me?"

The drummer raised an eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I?"

Kirishima's lip quivered. "Well, I mean, I messed up a lot, and I thought you might was a lost cause."

Every thought of the sophomore being lazy and indifferent flew out the window.

"Kirishima, you're not a lost cause. You've gone from a fucking catastrophe to your run-of-the-mill bad. Trust me, that's improvement."

The redhead smiled for the first time since before their performance. "Cool. Thanks, man."

Bakugo stared out the window again. 'This shit should suck. We lost, Tenya's a walking time bomb, and the concession stand was out of pizza. Why the fuck am I happy?'

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The band managed to avoid discussion about the competition until the following Wednesday. However, as soon as the students began entering the band room for practice, Tenya stepped onto the podium and waited patiently.

Kirishima ran to stand beside Bakugo. "Are we in trouble or something?"

The drummer shrugged for the sophomore's sake, but he knew the answer. "We're supposed to get our scores now."

Tenya began to read gravely from a yellow sheet. "Our overall score was 60.4."

A chorus of whispers broke out. Todoroki shook his head as Midoriya yelped quietly.

"Our score for visuals was a 67.8. Our score for marching was a 65."

Kirishima bumped Bakugo in the ribs with his elbow. "Is that bad?"

The drummer groaned, "It's fucking horrible."

Tenya glared at the group of students again. "Our score for music was a 55.2."

The entire group cringed, and Sero let out a horrified, "Holy shit."

"I'm sure you know what parts of the show we'll be drilling for the next two weeks before we perform again. Everyone get your instruments. We'll start practice at 3."

Kaminari gingerly raised his hand. "Uh, doesn't practice start at 4?"

Tenya put the yellow sheet back in a binder, and looked disapprovingly at the trumpet section leader. "We need the practice. Be out there at three."

The students nodded, and dispersed slowly. Bakugo sighed. 

This was going to be a living hell.