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All Katsuki wanted was to be the best. He was already great on the drums, baking, shit, even school. He never let anybody get in the way, not even people trying to hit on him. He is a little stubborn and always grumpy somtimes, I guess people are into that.
The only people he hangs around with are extras that followed him around since freshman year. They decided to start a band in Katsuki's garage since most of them knew how to play an instrument. He always wanted to be a musician
so why not start off now. Most people would say musicians don't go anywhere in life, but Katsuki isn't like other people. And he’s going to make the best of it.
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‘Blue Boy by Mac DeMarco’ plays loudly in the garage. Katsuki is hitting the drums, symbols and tapping his foot on the bass and following the rhythm. Denki starts singing the pre-chorus of the song, and everybody follows the rhythm.
“Older than the world knows”
“Honey, that’s the way that life goes”
“No use actin’ so tough”
Kyouka and Hants run their fingers across the strings to end the song—Jirou plays the electric and Sero plays bass. The song ends and Katsuki puts his drum sticks on his lap. As sweat starts running down his forehead, he wipes it away with the back of his hand.
Katsuki turns his head to look at Mina sitting on the couch, clapping her hands at the performance with jewelry dangling off of her wrist. “Oh my gosh guys that was so good!” Mina says.
“Thanks Mina.”Hanta said while putting his guitar on the stand.
“Jirou, change your damn strings, they sound weird,” Katsuki piped up while walking to the bin where the drum sticks were. Kyouka rolls her eyes and looks at Denki who is laughing.
“Shut up dork!” Jirou walks past Denki and flicks his forehead in the process. He rubbed his forehead and pouts.
Mina stands up and grabs her bag, on her way out to the garage, “You guys want to go out to a party tonight? Some dude Kiri’s friends with are hosting,” Mina says. Everybody in the garage agrees, and to his surprise Katsuki agrees too.
Mina smiles and squeals, “great it starts at seven! See ya later.”
Later that evening Katsuki starts to get dressed for the party. He wasn’t trying to impress anybody, so he just picked out anything he set his eyes on. Katsuki pulls out a black pair of slightly baggy jeans, a white shirt and a cream colored crew neck.
He gets dressed then sprays on a bit of cologne. Katsuki walks over to his mirror and ruffles his hair and fixes his piercings— Katsuki has a few piercings along his ears and a nose ring, the nose ring was a dare.
He puts his sneakers on, grabs his keys and heads down stairs.
When he gets down stairs he sees his mom In the kitchen cooking. “Hey mom,” Katsuki shouted, walking towards the door to leave.
Mitsuki slightly jumps up at the sound of Katsuki’s sudden voice. “Hey, kiddo. Where are you going?” She responded.
Katsuki stops in his tracks and turns around and sees Mitsuki walking out of the kitchen towards him.
“‘S just going to hang out with Denki and the other weirdos.”
Mitsuki puts a hand on her hip and looks at him with an eyebrow pulling up. “How long are you going to be out?” She asked.
Katsuki puts his hand on the nape of his neck and runs it. “I don’t know, not long,” Katsuki shrugs his shoulders. He does not want to talk to her any longer.
“Okay well be safe brat,” Mitsuki walks back into the kitchen and Katsuki turns around and walks out the door.
Katsuki pulls up to the house address that Mina sent him. It was a nice size two story house, you can hear music blasting all the way from outside. Katsuki sits in his car for a little while after turning it off, yep, Katsuki's gonna to regret this.
He gets out of the car, closes the door and walks up to the house. He opens the door and the smell of sweat and alcohol hits his nose in a second. ‘New Magic Wand by Tyler, The Creator’ is blasting so loud Katsuki’s ear drums might be damaged tomorrow.
“Katsuki!” Katsuki looks ahead and sees a red head walking up to him. Kirishima. He was walking kind of off and a little to hyped, but that’s always Eijiro.
Oh god he’s drunk already? Kirishima makes it to Katsuki and puts a hand on his shoulder. “What’s up dude! Glad you made it.” Eijiro put his arm around Katsuki’s shoulder and they start walking to the kitchen.
Katsuki can just smell the alcohol and weed that Eijiro has consumed. Eijiro shouldn’t even be drinking this much; he has a track meet tomorrow. The spring season of their senior year has started and Eijiro and Denki have a meet tomorrow, they better not be complaining.
Katsuki grabs the beer Eijiro opened and is holding. He takes a long swig and swallows it, he doesn’t even drink but he’ll give today a chance.
“You’re going to be fucked up tomorrow, you know that right?” Katsuki looks at Eijiro with concern.
“What? Yeah, no I’ll be fine. Just have fun dude,” Eijiro laughs and pats Katsuki back.
“I’ll be up the stairs you can come if you want,” Katsuki shook his head in response and took another swig of his drink.
“I’ll come later,” he said. Eijiro nods his head and walks away.
Katsuki leans his back against the counter just nodding his head to the music. ‘Master Of None by Beach House’ starts playing as he is still sipping on the same beer Eijiro gave to him.
He pulls out his phone, checks the time, ‘9:00’, Katsuki rolls his eyes and decides to text Eijiro where he is.
Dumbass #2
Katsuki
Where are you?
Hello?
Answer the damn phone!
Shitty hair I swear if you don’t answer the phone
Dumbass #2 (Kiri)
Hey, dude, sorry
We are up stairs first room to the righhhttttt
Read at 9:05
Katsuki pinches his nose in irritation and puts his phone in his pants pocket.
Katsuki makes his way through the hallways and up the stairs. He found the room Eijiro was in and walked in.
“Katsuki!” Mina lifts her head up a little from Eijiro's lap and waves. The room is full of smoke, so much it could make Katsuki gag.
“You need to open a damn window,” Katsuki said. Hanta gets up and opens the window to let the smoke out. Kastuki walks in more and takes a seat by Kyouka—the only person who he can actually stand.
Denki has jello for brains, Hanta smokes too much weed, Eijiro and Mina make out too much. Katsuki actually has a great connection with Kyouka and is not as dumb as the others.
Katsuki looks around and sees posters and metals on the wall—too many to damn count. He looks over to the bookshelf with books comics —nerd—and cameras, he counted about five of them. Who needs five cameras?
“Who’s room is this?” Kastuki asked.
Denki looks up from his phone at the question and tilts his head slightly, “this is Midoriya’s room. He’s like one of the best track runners at our school. Better than me and Ei.”
“Yeah, dude,” Kirishima pipes up, breaking his lips from Mina. “He’s been running track since he was in 5th grade. He’s also a photographer for the whole school like clubs and sports.”
Who the fuck does this guy think he is? The best track runner? Yeah right Katsuki will believe it when he see’s it.
“Ei,” Denki says, bringing Katsuki back to reality. “You remember that time Mido did 400 in 60 seconds. He broke the record that day.” Eijiro nodded his head rapidly in agreement.
“A 400? I could do that easily,” Katsuki remarks. Everybody looked at him like he was crazy.
“Kats, I don’t think you understand how the 400 works,”. Jirou exclaimed, while laughing . “That’s like one of the events nobody wants to do, but Midoriya does it everytime.”
Katsuki rolls his eyes and bumps Jirou with his elbow making her lean to the side a little.
“Guys Midoriya is doing shots!!” Everybody in the room jumps at somebody, Katsuki clearly doesn’t know, yelling at them.
“Ooh shit I gotta see this,” Hanta says, getting up and running out the door.
What the hell?
Then you know Katsuki is down stairs in the kitchen watching idiots drinking their lives away.
A green haired boy is standing across the kitchen island. He has big square glasses, bunch freckles all over his face and a lot of ear piercings, more than Katsuki.
On the other side of the island is a two dyed hair—Shoto— Katsuki has class with him and they don’t like each other at all.
“Okay,” a purple-haired guy says over everybody's talking. “Whoever takes the most shots without throwing up wins,” people cheered around him all in Katsuki’s ears.
“As we know Izuku has 4 winning streaks, Shoto is at 1. Who is ready?” The cheering gets louder. Katsuki wants to leave but also wants to see what this nerd can do.
“3! 2! 1! Go!”
Izuku and Shoto take the first shot. ‘What the fuck?’ Katsuki thought. Izuku is already on his 5th shot, Shoto is on his 3rd. Who the fuck is this guy.
Izuku goes in for his 8th shot and Shoto calls it quits. The the guy with the purple hair lifts Izuku's arm at defeating Shoto.
“Izuku is now the 5th time champion!” The crowd erupted and shouted Izuku's name.
“Ooh my gosh!” Eijiro put a hand on Katsuki's shoulder and shouted over the crowd while pointing at Izuku. “Kastuki, did you see that,” Katsuki rolls his eyes and shrugs Eijiro’s hand off of him.
“Yeah I did idiot I’m standing right here. It’s not that crazy, he only took 8 shots.” But it was crazy. Taking shots is like taking back to back your life away.
This guy is insane.