Get You
Day 1 - Music/Band

Notes: Safri drew out a scene for this fic! Please check out my tumblr to see it (junionigiri)! :D

Katsuki stares at her across the table, the vast expanse of expensive polished mahogany a mile-wide crevice, splitting their worlds in two. Yaoyorozu Momo, elegant and regal in the type of fancy dress that only rich people bother to wear at home. She's sipping tea imported from some mountain in China, served in a gold-trimmed porcelain cup. Classical piano plays in the background-Katsuki guesses it's a nocturne by Chopin, based on how gentle and melancholy the notes sound, how the notes remind him very much of her.

"You're right, Bakugou-san," she confirms. "I didn't know that you also liked classical music! This is surprising."

The way her whole face glows, with that little bounce that makes her spiky ponytail bob, almost catches him off-guard. Fuck, is this why Ears and those other extras gush about her when she's excited over some nerdy shit? It's distracting as fuck.

"Ain't a big deal," he grumbles. It's fucking abnormal how she manages to make even the mundane act of refilling his tea and humming in assent look so damn refined. Even the way she breathes, what the hell.

He grumbles over his tea again and takes a sip of that fancy shit. He makes a face to tell her that he doesn't enjoy it that much, even though it isn't bad at all. She gives him a smile that tells him she doesn't believe him.

"Well, I still think it's impressive. No offense, but you gave me the impression that you only liked rock music."

He supposes the dark clothes and wild hair and all the piercings and tattoos he got after graduation from UA would give anyone that impression. As do those jam sessions with Yaoyorozu back in high school, when she played the keyboard while he attacked the drums in precise strikes that look wild to the untrained eye.

Nevertheless, he scoffs. "Judgin' a book by its cover, Ponytail? I thought you were better than those other losers who assume shit about me."

"I didn't mean that at all!" He sees her lower lip trembling in a strangely familiar way. "I wouldn't ever. Not for you, Bakugou-san. I mean… not when that happened, before."

So. She's talking about that thing in Kamino ward. It's not like Katsuki would ever forget that whole shitstorm, ever. Five years later he still sees the villains lurking in the darkest corners of his mind, hears them arguing for his loyalty in his sleep.

It seems that Yaoyorozu has not forgotten either. He can't imagine she would, ever. On an afternoon like this when they're somehow alone, with tea and Jirou's shitty goth rock playing in the background, she told him how Kamino Ward happened for her. Somewhere in between shopping for shitty disguises and hiding in the crowd after they had extracted him, she thought she died. All of them did. That shit's too heavy for all of them at fifteen. And yet after all that she insists that she regrets nothing, because in the end Katsuki's alive and on their side.

She doesn't fool him though-he saw that tremble in her lower lip and the tremor in her fingers. He wonders if she gets the nightmares too. If she listens to all this music designed to make someone snooze to calm her down when she remembers the things All for One showed them.

"So… classical music," Yaoyorozu says brightly, cutting through his dark thoughts like a knife. "Do you have any favorites? Any experience playing?"

"Yeah," he mutters. "That hag made me play all sorts of shit."

"Do tell."

"The basics. Piano, violin." She paid for drum lessons too when he got bored of classical, but she fuckin' regretted that soon enough.

"That's amazing, Bakugou-san! I wish I knew! We could have played together, and-"

He exposes his teeth in a snarl. "If ya think I'm gonna play that boring snoozefest shit for anyone, think again, Princess."

He's called her that for some time now for no other reason than it fits her, and he feels like it. She should have been used to his mouth by now, but there's always that second where her blood rises to her cheeks that he enjoys wickedly.

"Just when I thought I got used to your rudeness." Her cheeks does just that again and it's so obvious by the way she straightens her back and looks away that she hates it and it makes him decide to call her that over and over. "I suppose if your reason for not playing is simply because you can't, then your reluctance is more acceptable."

Katsuki frowns. "Oi. Who says I can't play?"

Yaoyorozu shrugs. "It's been years since you picked up the instrument, Bakugou-san. I wouldn't be surprised if you'd simply forgotten."

Oi, no-one tells Bakugou Katsuki that he can't fuckin' do something. A typical extra might be shit after not playing for years, but not him. Yaoyorozu should know, they've had these little jam sessions for years and even without Jirou telling him how to play he has enough musical sense to make great music.

It's so that in the next moment he's snarling at her about how stupid an assumption that is and drags her by the arm into the music room, stomping the entire time. They aren't supposed to start playing until Ears and Goth Bird and Pikashit got their asses there, but they're late and Katsuki will not wait for them to prove himself.

"Bakugou-san?!" Exclaiming in that breathy way of hers is all she can do as Katsuki forces her ass down in front of her grand piano. There's an interesting shade of red on her cheeks right before he lets her go that he wills himself to ignore.

"Ya think a guy like me forgets shit like this?" There's an array of string instruments displayed on one side of the room. He isn't about to touch anything that looks like a Stradivarius or anything like that; he's confident that he can make great music with any one of them.

She blinks. "I suppose not. So does that mean we're playing a duet?"

"Whaddya think?" he snaps as he begins tuning the instrument.

Yaoyorozu's mouth gives way to another amused smile. "All right, Bakugou-san. Which song do you want to play?"

He snorts. "Anything, fuck. Not the boring shit like Canon in D or whatever."

She rolls her eyes. "I like Pachelbel."

"Like I said, boring. What are you, a grandma?" he quips. Yaoyorozu would play the hell out of Pachelbel's canon, but she's too good for that overplayed shit. He watched her play Stravinsky, for fuck's sake.

Yaoyorozu huffs. "Well, if you're so confident, might I suggest the first movement of Beethoven's Violin and Piano Sonata No. 5? I'm not sure if you're familiar-"

There's a glint in her eyes that she often used with him when it's just the two of them. It's a look he likes on her-as the years passed she learned not to be afraid to challenge him to anything, even little senseless ones like this.

Katsuki grins. "Spring, huh? Easy. Bring it."

Yaoyorozu smirks in a pretty way she has absolutely no right to, and begins playing.

They don't have the sheet music to guide them, just the memory of the song to guide them. Katsuki knows enough of it from secretly practicing with a silent violin he kept in his apartment, whenever he felt restless. Maybe he played with too many accents but that's how he wants it to sound.

It seems that Yaoyorozu knew enough of the song to play from memory too. There's a thoughtful look on her face as her pale, graceful fingers fly over the keys. There's a conscious effort to match the way he plays, giving way to the adlibs and liberties he does with the music and adding her own elegant touch to it. When he closes his eyes, he swears he smells wildflowers all around them, feels the warmth of the sun on his skin.

He opens his eyes and sees Yaoyorozu, and he feels more at ease. The dark melts away with each note they play.

They eventually finish the song. The silence that follows the last note is accompanied by chills and a sense of disbelief.

Yaoyorozu smiles at him, exhilarated, a little shocked laugh coming out of her mouth. "That was amazing," she says breathlessly, one hand flying to her chest.

"Yeah. I guess," he replies quietly. It was fucking perfect in every way, and while he expects nothing else from himself, having her there gives a whole new layer to his music, something he can't define that leaves him elated. Like a drug, maybe. It's scary.

She turns to face him, eyes shining in excitement. "My heart is going crazy! I've never felt this way before… the two of us make lovely music together, don't we? It's magic, it must be!"

His heart's doing some fucking shit in his chest too, but it isn't the first time for him. Not around her, at least. It races ever wildly as she stands up and takes a few steps closer to him, peering up his face. He masks that with a tch. "What, like the two of us can make shit music? You know that's impossible."

She giggles. "You are incorrigible, Bakugou-san." Another step closer; he sees a mischievous glint in her eyes that makes him wonder what the fuck she's up to.

He almost drops the fuckin' violin when she steps close enough to him to feel her warmth, smell the scent of flowers in her hair, hear the rapid tempo of her heart. He looks up and sees those raven eyes gleaming from up close, filled with unsung words and notes that resonate straight to his chest.

After a quiet moment of hesitation spent with their breaths stuck in their throats, her full mouth opens. "Is it too strange to ask if we could…"

The door bursts open, and in comes Ears, Pikashit and Birdhead, essentially destroying whatever was building up between them. "Hey, sorry we're late! There were villains on the way here, and we-"

Katsuki can't stop the expletive that comes out through gritted teeth. That electric dunce's voice has never sounded more irritating than it does now. Wait, scratch that, the duhhh sound that comes out of his gaping mouth is even more irritating than what should be humanly possible. "Uhhh-wait, what is going on here, what are you two-"

The tension made of whatever snaps between them when Yaoyorozu breaks into giggles. "You aren't interrupting anything at all, Kaminari-san, don't worry."

"Are you sure? You two seem like you're finally about to resolve that years-old sexual tension between the two of you, so if you want, we can go and-"

Katsuki's palms are just about to spark when Ears nudges the idiot sharply at the side. "Denki that dumbass mouth of yours is gonna get you killed someday," she hisses not-so-subtly as she begins pulling him aside. Facing the two of them, she says, "We'll have tea first, Yaomomo and Bakugou, take your time, don't mind the idiot."

"Oh, but there's no need-"

"Revelry in the tea room," Tokoyami utters, following the bickering couple out of the room. The door closes again behind them, leaving just the two of them.

They stare at the closed door in stunned silence, and then at each other. By this time Yaoyorozu's face is a touch too pink than it was before, her mouth curled in a bashful smile. "Well… that was embarrassing. I suppose it's too much to ask to play more music with you, Bakugou-san."

Fuck. Having that tension addressed so bluntly makes facing her such a struggle now. He ought to kill that blonde bastard, instead of being flustered and shit around her. He clicks his tongue and looks away. "You don't even gotta ask, Princess. I'll play all the music ya wanna play."

Whatever pissed off thought runs through Katsuki's mind gets derailed when he feels her hand curling around his. He looks at their point of contact, flabbergasted, and then at her face sporting a serene smile.

"All right," she says with a warm glow to her eyes that's exactly like spring. "We're going to make great music together. Just the two of us."

With that promise made, they leave for the tea room with the beginnings of a beautiful song playing between them.

AN: tbh we don't know if we can make more but we will try our best :D