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Kirishima had only a few more minutes before he had to be on that stage and his best wingman was nowhere to be found. Kirishima had texted him a hundred times it seemed but there was no reply back. He could hear the excited mob of rock fans outside the stage front screaming for the band that was on. Soon that would be him and the others and Bakugou hadn’t even freaking shown up yet! Not for their rehearsal today or their damn sound check!!!
<<Oy!!!!! IF YOU DONT SHOW UO IMMA KILL YOU!!!
He texted Bakugou so quickly, ignoring his own typos. Kaminari, with his spiked blond hair was biting his nails.
“Come on, this is our first real gig, the guy has to show up. He’s our damn singer!” Sero was pacing over by a spare speaker. Their nerves had caught the attention of another band that was supposed to go after them. Kirishima looked over past the stage curtains, the chains on his pants clanking behind his steps.
“No, he’s coming. If I know him, he’ll be here.” Kirishima tried his best to reassure the others, the conviction in his voice strong. Bakugou was their damn singer, so help him he would show. Sero had to do everyone’s makeup but Kirishima had waved him off for the most part. Bakugou always did his eyeliner. Always…
“Oy, let me through you security asshats! I’m in the band!” Kirishima heard someone fighting over towards the doors to backstage and he recognized the voice like a lost dog that found his owner. Bakugou!
Kaminari and Sero both looked at Kirishima, relieved and about to have a cow but Kirishima had taken off to the doors. He saw Bakugou trying to shove past the two beef head muscle guys.
“I’m on the fucking list you damn clowns, try looking past your fat chins for a second, what do they even pay you for!” He put his hands up just as a guard put his hands tightly on Bakugou’s shoulders. Kirishima saw the disaster in the making and intervened.
“Hey, HEY!” He shouted, stepping in and tapping the guard on the shoulder. Bakugou literally looked like he was going to explode right then, teeth bared and ready for a fight, his black guitar case riddled with stickers secure on his back. He paused in mid fight, and so did the guard. “He’s with us! He’s our singer, let him go!” Kirishima shoved one of the guys and grabbed Bakugou’s hand, ignoring them. He shoved Bakugou with him past the open doors and didn’t think twice about forcing him to follow.
“I had that,” Bakugou sounded pissed that Kirishima intervened. He looked down at their hands, Kirishima having gripped him tightly to follow. Kirishima led them both backstage. Kaminari and Sero were waiting by their band equipment.
“You stupid… If you missed this!” Kaminari began, and Sero continued for him.
“We would have ended your lifeeeeeee.” Sero held up his hand, not that menacing but trying to be. Kaminari picked up his electric guitar, painted yellow and black with clean lightning bolts along the side. Sero went over to his drumsticks now, letting Kirishima handle the rest. As long as he was there that’s all that mattered.
Bakugou scoffed at them. “I’m here, shut the hell up. I got held back for a sec is all.” He said. Kirishima stopped abruptly and Bakugou, not knowing he was gonna stop, whacked right into him. He stumbled back and put a hand on Kiri’s back. “Yo!”
Kirishima whipped around and turned to him with pleading eyes. “My eyeliner, do it!!! Hurry!” He looked back and forth from the stage. The stage manager was looking at them frantically. She had asked 20 times if they were going to be ok to go next, if they should change the lineup for them since their singer wasn’t here. Seeing the scene she now pointed to her phone with the time. They were up next!
Bakugou smirked. So this is why he was so frantic. “You could have let Sero do it.” He said. He started taking off his black guitar case, opening it up and strapping his guitar to his back for safe keeping. Then he grabbed the eyeliner he always kept in there. He had done his on the train getting here. But he usually did Kiri’s for gigs.
“You do it!! And hurry up, you missed like fucking everything man!” Kiri shook his arm now. Bakugou growled at him.
“Alright, calm your tits, I’m going.” He opened the liquid liner bottle and held it to Kiri’s face. “And stand still, you always fucking move and we don’t have time to fix it.” He demanded. Kiri froze right there, looking right at Bakugou’s harsh red eyes. Bakugou stepped closer so he wouldn’t fuck up his back trying to get at him at a weird angle.
Bakugou got to work on Kiri’s round eyes, making sure the line was straight and thick enough to see off the stage. He filled in the initial line and tweaked it to make Kiri look edgy. He tilted Kiri’s head slightly to make sure the lines were even, their faces so close his breath must have been on his face. Kiri always got flushed during this and Bakugou noted it every time, the pain in his ass.
“It’s good, happy?” Bakugou gave him an annoyed look. He capped the eyeliner and stuck it in his pocket. Kaminari was messing with his guitar, making sure the sounds were perfect for their song. The crowd went crazy, signaling the band was done on stage, the music dropping down and the roar of fans palpable in the air.
“Sero, good?” Kirishima held two thumbs up, asking Sero for his opinion. Sero nodded.
“Yeah, good, at least he had time to do that.” Bakugou glared at Sero. Bakugou wore baggy jeans tucked into black combat boots with silver buckles. His tank top was combines with a fishnet long sleeve shirt underneath. Kirishima was wearing a tank top that showed off his arms, and his red bass was by Kaminari. His black short hung on his hips and Bakugou kind of laughed on the inside. He had told him they would look good on him a few days ago and Kiri denied it. Looked like the little fucker bought them anyway.
“You’re next!! Get on there!!!” The other band had just come off the stage and the manager was waving her black pointed fingernails at them. Bakugou gave a wicked smirk and they all looked at each other then.
Time to rock the shit out of that place.
Sero walked out first into the hot lights, followed by Kaminari who ran around the front, screaming girls calling out to him. Kirishima looked at Bakugou, and Bakugou to Kirishima. Then the two walked out together onto the hot stage, Kiri giving a bright smile, and Bakugou gripping his guitar knowing that they were going to own the fuck out of this stage, together.