Crimson Waltz (KIRIBAKU)

II

   He woke up the next day realising he forgot his violin at the agency, and he used that as an excuse to practice the whole day on the same piece he was stuck on the day before. He returned home with no news of what Hakamata and Bakugou decided. In the back of his mind, he actually preferred that, because he needed to calm down all that adrenaline. So he spent the day, the day after, and the day after that day calming himself down, and talking to his friends to take his mind off the really exciting event that might come by.

   A week passed, and they received no news. Fatgum wasn't worried though, and neither was Kirishima, honestly. Soon enough, two weeks passed, and then three weeks, without news. By that time, Kirishima almost forgot about it.

   He was very quickly reminded of the events in his life one morning when Fatgum screamed in his ear with a yell that only meant good news that he had to come to the agency immediately. Of course, Kirishima sprinted there, and arrived with his gelled hair a mess, and his t-shirt on backwards. He wasn't all awake, but at least he made it to the building in one piece.

   "What's up?!" he exclaimed, opening the door, and receiving a thumb up from their official receptionist. 

   "They're in the hall, waiting for you," she grinned, typing away on her laptop. "Also, your shirt in on backward-"

   "Thank you!" nodded Kirishima, making his way to the hall, taking his shirt off, and putting it on the right way in the mean time. Entering the hall, he gaped at the unexpected sight in front of him.

   In the centre of the room, surprisingly, yet unsurprisingly, was Bakugou Katsuki, silently judging the hall, while Hakamata and Fatgum talking enthusiastically together about a topic Kirishima couldn't hear from where he was standing. He stood near the door, staring at them in disbelief for a few seconds, until Bakugou caught him staring, and glared bullets in him. He decided that maybe he should join them down there, before he is caught staring like a creep by all of them.

   He skipped down the stairs of the audience seats, and walked up to the centre, and took his place next to Fatgum. Greeting Bakugou with a nod, he received a glare. He didn't really know what else he expected.

   "And you finally came," chuckled Fatgum, wrapping an arm around the redhead's shoulders, messing up with the spikes near his neck. "We've been waiting for half an hour, you know?"

   "I was sleeping," grumbled Kirishima, with a small pout. "It was unexpected," he stated.

   "I apologise for the last-minute plan," smiled Hakamata, "but we have made our decision," he announced.

   "You're in," declared Bakugou, crossing his arms. "That doesn't mean I won't hesitate to kick you out of it though," he said, with a snarl.

   Kirishima blinked once, then twice, blankly. "Wait what?"

   Fatgum chuckled. "You're hired," he repeated, patting his shoulder. "Good job!"

   "No way... But- Thank you, I mean..." he chuckled, grinning to himself, his cheeks reddening lightly in embarrassment.

   "Compared to all the other violinists we had in mind, you ticked the most of the criteria we had, so of course you would be the one we choose. Plus, you've played really remarkable violin solos, and you don't seem too focused on the audience, just the music. We didn't think it would be hard to find someone like that," he said.

   "Oh." Kirishima almost brought a hand up to cover his mouth in slight shock.

   "The concert is in three months from now, and we'll play it in this venue," announced Bakugou. "It'll get your agency some money, as well as enough money to pay us," he said, looking at Fatgum.