Left, Right, Left, Right

Chapter Cinco :3

AN: Alriiiiiiiiight y'all, I think this'll be the last chapter. This has been such a ride, even for something that I'm sure you guys think is short, but this is by far the longest thing I've written :D Thanks for stickin' with me! On to the story! (PS: The video is TOO pure. I love this song so much :3)

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Bakugo hauled Tooru's tuba case onto the equipment trailer with no small amount of effort. 

"Thank God I won't have to move this damn thing again till next year", he muttered to himself. 

As he jogged back to the band room to get more instruments to load, a band member holding way too many uniforms brushed past him.

"Hey, Bakugo!" An all too familiar voice sounded from behind the stack. As Kirishima held out a hand in greeting, one of the bags slipped from the top, and Bakugo caught it before it hit the ground.

"You need help," the drummer stated before grabbing most of the pile from his student and carried them swiftly to the trailer. As he placed them in their section-specific places, someone screamed from behind the boys.

"It's the last competition, dudes!", Kaminari cried. Mina whooped with joy at his side.

Bakugo rolled his eyes. Idiots. Didn't they ever stop being happy?

Not that this year's marching season hadn't been much better than he'd first expected. Kirishima had actually become one of the best sophomores the band had through Bakugo's constant teaching, and the whole group had excelled greatly under Tenya's reign as drum major.

At the last competition, they'd come in second. And Bakugo had his mind dead set on first this time (not that he didn't always.)

The blonde was watching Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina, and Sero cheer enthusiastically when a panicked blur of glasses and dark hair literally flies over to him.

Tenya takes a mere moment to breath before gasping, "Bakugo, can you inform as many people as you can that our performance time was moved?"

Bakugo fought the urge to punch something. "To when?"

The drum major looked helplessly at his watch. "5:30..."

The blonde settled for slapping the side of the trailer. "Tenya, that's in 2 and a half hours."

Shouji, who was rolling the marimba onto the ramp, suddenly looked very concerned. "The bus ride's supposed to be at least 90 minutes. Will we make it?"

Tenya stood upright again. "We have to try." He then left, screaming incoherently about how everyone had to hurry.

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Bakugo didn't think he'd ever seen so many unfocused people move at once. The band managed to pack everything with lightning speed, and then piled onto the bus.

However, this didn't do anything to help the traffic jam that the bus had somehow gotten stuck in.

"We're supposed to go on in 45 minutes! We'll never make it! We'll be disqualified!"

Bakugo groaned. "Midoriya, if you don't shut the fuck up, I'm going to come over there and make sure you never perform again."

Very few kids were keeping their cool about the situation. Luckily, Bakugo was kept from combusting (ha :3) out of anger by Kirishima, who was being such a goddamn ray of sunshine, but annoying him half to death at the same time.

"It'll be fine! Hey, if we can't drive there, we can all ride the pit instruments to the stadium. I bet we'd get points for effect!"

"He's actually kinda right," Uraraka chimed in. "The school's only a few blocks down the road. Maybe we could try it!"