Caged Bird - BNHA Band AU

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-feel free to listen to the music while you read-

"Everyone shut the fuck up before I blast all your asses!" Bakugo screeches from the hall, followed by a series of large explosions and smoke. "Alright fuckers, we have important things to do today!" Bakugo took one look at the table, then the three flustered boys before sighing in an early defeat. "What the fuck are you guys doing?" He asked, sceptically picking up a conveniently placed butter knife from the kitchen counter, for self defence reasons of course. Fear flashed through Shinso, Kaminari and Izuku's eyes as Kirishima went to open his mouth, "love Bakugo, love!" He sighed dreamily, already thinking up a series of fan fictions for his AO3 account. "Ew, throw that junk out of the fucking window as hard as you can," he shook his head, sitting down in the seat next to Todoroki, having already put the knife away. "Anyway, what was that important stuff you were talking about?" Kaminari asked, to which Bakugo gave him a look of utter disappointment, "we all got sent it on our group email, courtesy of Denki," Todoroki answered, watching and waiting for Bakugo's rage to reach its limit before they say goodbye to the kitchen table.

"We...did?" Kaminari warily eyes Bakugo, sensing the burning anger brushing off from his body, "yes." Bakugo squeezed out between clenched teeth. "I didn't get the email..." Izuku muttered nervously under his breath, drawing the attention of the whole table, "pardon?" Todoroki turned his head to the anxious green haired boy, Izuku was picking at his fingers from under the table at the sudden attention. "I-I don't have the email," Izuku said a little louder, shrinking even further into his seat as Bakugo raised his eyebrow, "we all got it on the joined email," Todoroki looked just as confused. "He means he doesn't have the joined email dipshits," Shinso growled as Izuku went stiff. There was a series of 'oh's and 'tch's from the angry Pomerania whom shall not be named. "Did I not give it to you?" Kaminari asked, his finger tapping his chin thoughtfully, "come to think of it, we don't even have your number or email..." Kirishima frowned slightly in recognition. "So not manly of us," he smiled up at Izuku comfortingly, "pass me your phone, I'll give you my number!" He chirped happily, waiting as Izuku unlocked his phone and passed it to Kiri.

"Thanks bro," he started typing furiously, taking a photo and continuing to tap away. After a few more minutes, he passed it to Todoroki, who gave both his and Bakugo's number, since they all new Bakugo would blow up the phone, or break it in some way. "My turn!" Kaminari squealed excitedly, reaching for the phone and immediately taking about twenty photos before passing it off to Shinso with an accomplished smile. After Shinso was done, he handed the phone back to the severely confused boy with a polite nod. "There we go, I'll message you the group email!" Kaminari started typing on his own phone before pausing, looking up at the startled winged boy. "You need to text first," he mumbled sheepishly, immediately snapping out of it and smiling brightly.

"Oh, uh, ok," Izuku slowly looked at each contact, he opened Kaminari's, not bothered enough to be suspicious on the yellow heart next to his name, and begun to type a simple 'hello'. Seconds later, Kaminari's phone dinged and he raced to send the email. After that was all done and settled, everyone looked back to Bakugo. "So what was the important thing we needed to do?" Shinso asked, boredom slipping into his tone. "I swear to fucking-  ugh, never mind, Toko sent us a music piece to revise for our debut," Bakugo growled, clenching his hand until his knuckles turned white, causing Izuku to jump in his seat panicked. "Kacchan, don't do that, you'll get cuts!" The smaller boy shouted, worry encasing his face. Bakugo gazed up at Izuku in confusion, looking down at his fists before making eye contact with the green haired boys panic filled eyes with a sigh. He unclenched his fist and put his hands palm up to help ease the boys nerves, ending successfully.

"How do you know that nerd?" Bakugo's usual anger filled voice was slightly less angry, watching Izuku's face morph into three different emotions at once. He swore there was guilt, but decided not to comment on it. "Let's just say experience," Izuku wrung his hands anxiously as he felt the eyes of everyone fall on his for the second time that day. At this point, there was practically a beacon radiating from his unnoticeably trembling form.