All I ever wanted was to make music that meant something... to leave the noise of everything else behind. Getting into the elite U.A. Conservatory of Music should've been the dream. Instead, I got Katsuki Bakugou. A walking attitude problem, guitar god, and royal pain in my ass. We don't get along. We don't even speak the same musical language. He plays like he's setting the world on fire. I play to keep from falling apart. Maybe we could learn a thing or two from each other.... pshhh yeah right. *Warnings* - Strong language - Slow Burn - Dark themes - Smut I do not own any of the BNHA characters, they are all property of Kōhei Horikoshi. Nor do I own any of the songs/ music used throughout the story.
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