Rewrite the Stars | KamiJirou

Chapter 3

"Our video literally blew up overnight," Kirishima said proudly.

"Are you serious?" Jirou asked, hurrying over to the laptop sitting on the coffee table and taking a look. Sure enough, he was right.

"Holy crap that's a lot of views," Kaminari said in disbelief after walking over to where they were and peeking over her shoulder. 

"And, it's only been a day," Jirou added. "I didn't expect our video to gain that much views that fast."

"Guess we lucked out," Kaminari replied happily, heading back to his guitar.

Jirou took a seat in an armchair with her notebook and a pen, frowning as a thought came into her head. "How are we going to transport the instruments to different places?"

"Oh yeah," Kaminari said, "How are we going to do that?"

"You're a complete moron," Bakugou growled. "I don't expect her," He pointed at Jirou, "To know since she's new but you should know well enough that Shitty Hair over there has a damn van."

"Oh, that makes more sense," Jirou replied, turning back to the notebook in her lap.

"Geez, I know I'm dumb," Kaminari muttered, "No need to remind me every day Bakugou."

"Oh hey, the owner of a restaurant wants us to play for them," Kirishima grinned, drawing their attention to him. "This is such a manly opportunity!"

"Who the hell is he?" Bakugou grumbled.

"A guy by the name of Rikido Sato," Kirishima answered, "It says here that he owns both a restaurant called PowerHouse and a bakery called Sugar Rush."

"Oh, I've heard of those places," Jirou commented, "Both are really popular."

"I've never heard of either," Kaminari said.

"Cause your brain capacity is the size of an acorn," Bakugou retorted.

"Now that's an exaggeration," He replied defensively. "Everyone knows I'm not that dumb."

"Oh yeah? Prove it," Bakugou growled in reply, throwing a drumstick at him.

Kaminari managed to duck, which resulted in the drumstick hitting the wall before clattering to the ground.

Kirishima looked up from the computer. "Woah, calm down you two-"

There they go again, Jirou thought, sighing. I better not get dragged into it one of these days. She reread what she'd written in her notebook- a song she was currently writing that she didn't plan on telling anyone about. She cared too much about what other people thought of her, despite trying her best to hide it.

"Whatcha writing?" Kaminari casually asked from behind her, peering over the back of the seat.

Jirou automatically snapped her notebook closed before he could take a peek. "Nothing."

"It's probably her diary or something," Bakugou muttered.

"It is not," Jirou replied, rolling her eyes. "Just something I don't feel like sharing." 

"But why not-"

"It's personal," Was all she said before deciding to change the topic. "So, since we're going to be in the public eye, I think we should go over some things first."

"What are you trying to say?" Bakugou growled suspiciously.

"I'm saying that we need to have some ground rules. Like don't yell or threaten random people. Don't flirt with every girl in sight."

"I feel like you're targeting me and Bakugou," Kaminari said accusingly. "Why not anything about Kirishima?"

"Because he has manners," Jirou replied simply.

"She has a point," Kirishima added, "This is such a big opportunity for us, so we can't screw it up. Otherwise our careers would probably go downhill from there."

Bakugou grunted. "Tch, fair enough."

"Alright alright, fine," Kaminari sighed, "But if they flirt with me first can I flirt back?"

"Just don't give a bad impression of our band and don't go wandering off in the middle of something. If you do, I'LL KILL Y-"

"Calm down Bakugou!" Kirishima said quickly.

Jirou ignored the noise, now trying to concentrate on worrying over the upcoming, public performance. She didn't want to screw up, and she could think of plenty of potential ways to do so. If everything went wrong, everything would go downhill again. Not even the slightest bit of hope. She'd already fucked up one job and had no intention of fucking up another. Everything my parents did for me...it would all go to waste. 

Or maybe, I'm just being too pessimistic. If we mess up, there's always more chances out there. Right? Jirou didn't know for sure. All they could do was practice and hope that everything goes well in the end.