BNHA/MHA Scenarios + Headcanons

Rockstar AU! Bakugou x Reader

You'd been waiting for this night for months. As soon as tickets went on sale you grabbed one up, waiting in the online queue for your opportunity before they all sold out.

And sell out they did - within a couple of hours, in fact.

Rock concerts could be rough places with people drinking, sticky floors from spilled beverages, and manners often flying right out the door. You dressed comfortably for the inevitable mosh pit, but made sure to style your hair and makeup more dramatically than usual. Concert venues were dark, so the bolder the better.

It wasn't just the music you were excited for, not at all. Sure, it was full of energy and creative rhythms, but you grabbed a floor ticket to be right up close to the stage on purpose.

The singer, Bakugou Katsuki, was crazy attractive and provided half the sex appeal of the band all by himself. His voice held a raspy, gravely tone, no doubt honed from years of vocal practice for him to scream with such ferocity and reach an impressive high and low range. You wanted to see him up close, to feed off the energy he released during other live performances you watched on Youtube.

There were two other bands playing before Bakugou's band, but you didn't care about them much. Instead, you took the opportunity to raid the bar and feel the warmth of cheap alcohol in your system to help let loose within the next hour or so.

Eventually, the lights dimmed. The background music stopped. The microphone hummed on stage in the shadows as, one by one, band members filed in to fill their spots, leaving the center front of the stage vacant.

You'd managed to shove your way to the front of the floor, not caring who you pissed off in the process. No one was going to keep you from seeing this performance up close.

Fog rolled in as a slow and steady drum beat echoed in large room, the reverberations bouncing across your skin like static until the guitar started.

A dark silhouette now stood against the fog, a dim white light shining from his back to highlight his meticulously spiked hair, broad shoulders, and the cordless microphone in his hand.

"YOU FUCKERS READY TO ROCK?!" he yelled, and immediately the crowd went wild.

Whatever energy you thought Bakugou might give off, he doubled - no, tripled it into something animalistic and rabid, wild ruby eyes shining against the blinking multicolored lights suspended above the stage. Your blood raced under your skin as you sang and screamed along to every song, jumping in time with the rhythm.

At one point he stopped pacing the stage to look across at the audience, and you swore he stared right at you. You thought your heart would beat right out of your chest from the intensity.

Their set was long, but it was over far too quickly. "Wow, so damn cool," you mumbled while wiping the sweat from your brow and tossing away your empty beer can.

You waited to leave until most people had already exited the concert hall to avoid fighting the crowd. Cool night air felt wonderful on your warm face as people came down from the massive high of the show. Music was always a connector for small communities since people could at least use it as a conversation starter.

You turned to walk back towards the train station when you heard...screaming? Screeching? Turning around, you saw a wild pack of women practically running after...was that-?

"Oh, shit it's Bakugou!" His hair and eyes were unmistakable, even in the darkness. He was definitely running away from the women chasing after him. Help...shit, he needs help, right?!

Looking around frantically as he closed the distance between you, a familiar sign stood out to you. "Perfect!" You quickly gestured with your hand for him to follow, not knowing if he would oblige your request.

He did, probably desperate for any way out of this shit situation.

You led him across the street towards a shitty-looking bar, waving at the large bouncer out front. "Comin' in, Spike!"

He nodded before stepping in front of the entrance as the two of you slid inside, effectively blocking the group of women crying to follow after him.

Bakugo shook the hair out of his eyes and looked back towards the blocked front door. "You know that lug?"

"Yeah, I come here a lot after shows. They know me, so it's cool. Should be safe in here for a bit at least." At this point you realized what you just did: rescued the hot lead singer from a gaggle of rabid fangirls vying for his attention. Was this real life?

"That so," he said curiously while staring at you, making you feel like a puddle under his gaze. "Saw you out in front. Didn't hold back." He grinned, and you dryly swallowed.

"Y-yeah, I uh, really love your music. Was waiting forever to see if you'd tour here. Definitely one of the best shows I've seen."

"Every show I do is the best show," he replies smugly while looking around the bar. "Thanks for getting me out of that, they were ready to pounce as soon as we started loading up the van."

You nod and ask the lone bartender, who you also know by name, for two beers. "No problem. Beer for the road before you're gone forever?"

He grabs the cold bottle from your hand and makes a toast with you before sipping, his eyes clear and curious. "Why not?"