Rewrite the Stars | KamiJirou

Chapter 4

Jirou stood a few feet away from Kirishima's van, watching as he and Bakugou put all the instruments and equipment into the trunk. The band's plan was to leave early in case of traffic and arrive a little earlier than planned since it would be their first time playing at PowerHouse. That way, they could have some time to get everything ready and set up their equipment.

Kirishima, being the owner of the vehicle, got to drive. That probably wasn't the sole purpose of him driving though. Even though no one bothered to say it out loud, they were all extremely scared to let Bakugou drive. As for the rest of them, Jirou had a license but never drove unless absolutely necessary, and Kaminari didn't have a license. 

The four band members all got into the van. Bakugou sat in the front passenger seat, while Jirou and Kaminari sat in the second row of seats behind them. Kirishima looked up the address on Google Maps before sticking his phone to a magnetic phone holder on the dashboard. 

Worried thoughts filled her head as Jirou watched the car drive away from the studio, causing her to fumble with the fingers in her lap.

"Hey, is something wrong?" Kaminari asked, poking her arm gently.

"Just nervous is all," Jirou murmured quietly. "I've never really performed, unless you count some recitals I did as a kid."

"I'm sure you'll do great," Kaminari said, giving an encouraging smile.

Kirishima looked at them through the rear view mirror. "Kaminari's right. We believe in you Jirou, and if you're still unsure of yourself, just do what a friend of mine likes to do," He grinned. "Imagine everyone as potatoes."

Jirou opened her mouth to reply to the last part, but she didn't know how to respond. So instead, she just mumbled, "Thanks you guys."

They soon ran into traffic, but thankfully, they had decided to leave early. The next half of the drive was spent sitting through the beeping of cars and Bakugou's angry, yelling voice. He'd decided to spend his time screaming loudly at every car that got in their way. Kirishima had messaged Rikido Sato earlier, and he responded with a message stating that they could come in through the back door and bring in the instruments that way. It would attract less attention and make it easier for the band to set up everything.

When they got to the restaurant, Kirishima took a turn and drove behind the building, where there was a small parking lot with a few spaces and very few cars. He backed into a parking space closest to the door and parked the car, turning off the engine before opening the trunk.

"We're here guys," Kirishima announced, getting out of the van and heading to the trunk.

"Finally," Bakugou grumbled. 

"You sure had fun telling cars to die though," Kaminari muttered.

"You wanna be next?" He asked threateningly.

"Hold on I never said-"

"Guys," Jirou reminded them as she unbuckled her seat belt, "Remember what we discussed. We want to make a good impression on people."

"Yeah yeah," Bakugou grumbled as he went to help Kirishima bring out the instruments.

Jirou and Kaminari headed to the door. Jirou opened it hesitantly, peeking inside. In the matter of a few seconds, the two of them were greeted by a tall, muscular man. "Welcome!" He said warmly, sticking out a hand. "I'm Rikido Sato, it's nice to meet you. Feel free to call me Sato."

The two of them shook his hand and introduced themselves. The others soon came over with some equipment in hand, Sato leading the band members to an open space near one end of the restaurant. Kirishima and Bakugou set down the stuff there. 

"I'm Eijiro Kirishima," Kirishima grinned, shaking Sato's hand.

"Katsuki Bakugou," Bakugou said, giving only a nod. 

Sato seemed unbothered by his attitude, just giving a smile and a nod in reply. He and Kirishima ended up having a light conversation while Bakugou went to bring in the remaining stuff from the van.

Meanwhile, Jirou felt uneasy, noticing many stares directed towards them. In fact, most pairs of eyes in the restaurant were on them. If they made a mistake in front of everyone...dear lord. "Everyone is watching," She whispered nervously, trying to ignore the attention they were getting, her eyes glued to the floor. 

"Hey, don't worry about it," Kaminari said from beside her, giving a grin. "Everything will be ok."

Jirou looked up at him and the goofy grin on his face, causing a small smile to tug at the corner of her lips. Something about his expression made her feel more at ease. "I hope so," She said softly.

Once everything was set up, the band got into position. Kirishima and Kaminari got their guitars ready. Jirou stood behind the microphone with a calm expression on her face, masking how anxious she felt. Bakugou sat behind his drum set, tapping out the beat to the beginning of the song. And so, they began to play.

When the song finished, everyone was completely silent. Did we...do something wrong? Jirou thought, but before her brain could process any more, the entire restaurant erupted in claps and cheers. She let out a deep breath, smiling in relief. We did it.