Third Person POV

Ibuki Mioda, the Ultimate Musician, was hanging out in the music venue. She was quietly strumming the strings of her guitar. She was practising for an upcoming concert, and she was currently warming up. She was very worried though, as she needed a drummer for said concert. Unfortunately, everyone she had asked had either turned her down or couldn't play the drums.

Reader POV

I walked into the music venue, looking for a flute for my next class. "Hey, (L/N)-san!" a feminine voice yells out to me. I look over at the stage and see Ibuki Mioda. "Hey, Mioda-san." I walk over to get a flute. I could play the flute, but I wasn't the best at other instruments. "Woah, (Y/N), you play music?" she asks me. She had her head tilted and eyebrows raised. The horn looking features made from her hair added to her already very playful personality."Uh, yeah, sometimes." I reply. She then jumped off the stage and ran up to me. "Do you wanna play the drums for my next performance?" she asked, which was more like begging. "I d-don't really know h-how to p-play the drums." She started jumping up and down. "I can teach you! Come on, it's easy!" she pulled me by the wrist and I unwillingly sat on the stool to the drum. "Alright, before we get into the music I want you to play, let's start with a basic beat." She walked next to me, and dragged my foot onto the bass pedal, my right hand over one of the cymbals, and my left hand over the snare drum. I only knew the snare drum and base pedal because everyone knew the snare drum and bass pedal. "So a basic beat is 8 beats, and on every beat you hit the hi-hat." she explained. I attempted to do this, and to my surprise I did. "Good! Now, the second time and the sixth time you hit the hi-hat, you wanna hit the snare drum!" I tried to do this to. I did mess up once, but on my second try I pretty much nailed it. "Perfect! Now, to press the bass pedal, you only want to put pressure on your foot, not lift it up. You press the bass pedal on beats four and eight. Try it without the snare drum." I was alright at this. "Now, put it all together!" she yelled, scaring me. I jumped back a bit, but recovered instantly. I tried playing it all, but it was horrendous. I looked up at Ibuki, who had an ear to ear grin, nodding and jumping. I tried again, and did it better. I could see Ibuki getting more excited by the second, jumping up and down. Finally, I played it correctly, at the right speed. "Yes! Good job, (L/N)-san! Now finally, a basic roll." she exclaimed, before shifting my hands over to another drum. "So, you see these three drums and this cymbal? You want to play four notes on all of the drums and hit the cymbal. Like this." she grabbed my wrists and demonstrated what to do. It seemed pretty simple, and it was. I played it very easily. "You're doing fantastically! Finally, you need to play the beat three times, and do that roll at the end!" she explained. I complied, sticking my tongue out trying to concentrate. After I had finished the beat with the hit of a cymbal, Ibuki was ecstatic. "Yay! You're an amazing percussionist! Your first lesson of training is complete!" she yelled, having her own little party. "I'm so glad you agreed to do this for me!" I didn't exactly say yes, but I didn't say no either. Suddenly, the bell to go to our next class rang. "Alright, (L/N)-san! We will have another practice at next recess! Meet her ASAP! See you then!" she yelled, exiting the room. I got up, grabbed the flute and headed off to class.

During class, I was thinking. Should I attend Ibuki's rehearsal? She will probably take up a lot of my time... but it could be a learning experience. I loved music, not really percussion though. If I took her 'classes,' maybe I could learn to play well. I don't really know.

After class concluded, I went up to the teacher. "Hi, sir." I bow in front of him. "Greetings, (L/N)-san. What can I do for you today?" he asked, smiling. "So, you know Mioda-san, right? She wants me to be the drummer for her next show, and-"

"That's great! Mioda-san is a very popular person in this school. Everyone would see you perform, and they will love it! I say, go for it!" he yells, not even letting me finish. "Uh, ok, thank you sir." I say, before heading off to the music room. I walked past my friends, and I told them I had things to do, and I couldn't hang out. They nodded, before watching me enter the music venue, closing the door behind me. "(L/N)-san? You actually came!" Ibuki questioned, before dancing around. I nodded, and got up onto the stage next to her. She ushered me to the drum kit, before dragging another chair to sit next to me. "So, this time, I'm gonna teach you a swing beat!" she exclaims, and I nod. "So, this one is a little tricky, but easy once you get the hang of it. It only needs the bass pedal, the snare drum, and the ride cymbal." She pulled my hands to those positions, and looked down to see that my foot was already on the bass pedal, which made her smile. "See! You're doing so well already! Now, this first part is easy. All you have to do is alternate between the bass and snare, sorta like this. Bass, snare, bass, snare." she hummed in a rhythmic tone. I did as she said, it was easy. "Good! Now, this is the tricky part. With the ride cymbal, you need to hold a certain rhythm while playing the other part. One, one, two-three, one, two-three, one, two-three." she explained, holding my wrist and playing accordingly. "Wow, you're really good at this Mioda-san." I say, looking back at her. "Well, it is my talent!" she says, putting her hands on her hips, and long smile on her face. I attempted to perform the beat, and as she said, it was a bit difficult. She advised me to start with the bass and snare, then add the cymbal. I did that, and I held it. I increased the tempo, and I had done it. "Well done! Wow, you learnt that quicker than I expected! You're a natural, (L/N)-san!" she sang. "What's next?" I asked, kind of enjoying this. "Oh, that's all I had planned, usually it would take longer. You can head off, if you like." she says, picking up her guitar. "I haven't actually heard you play the song yet, and you do that for me?" I ask, wanting to hear her play. "Oh yeah! Sure!" she said. I dragged a chair and put it in the middle of the room. Ibuki started playing her song. It was so... loud. Amazing, but loud. There was a section of nothingness in the middle, but other than that the song was great. I started clapping, and she had another long grin on her face. "That was great! But if I may ask, what was that section in the middle where you weren't playing?" I asked. "Oh, that's where your drum solo is!" she told me. Drum solo? I have to play a drum solo? Oh god, this was going to be hard. Ibuki noticed my worried state. "Oh, don't sweat it, (L/N)-san. The performance is seven weeks away! We have plenty of time to practice." she says. This relieved me a bit, but it still felt odd. "Well, that was fun. Thanks, Mioda-san!" I say, as I start walking out. "Hold up, (L/N)-san! We're gonna be practising together for the next seven weeks! I think we should get to know each other a little better! Come over after school, not to practise, just to talk!" she insists. I don't see anything wrong with it, so I agree. She tells me to meet her just beside the gate.

After school finishes, I'm honestly kind of excited about hanging out with Ibuki. Even if you don't know her, you know she's crazy. Crazy for fun. She is always thinking positive about everything, and she cares for everyone. It's this behaviour that causes people to not really like her as a person. People find her clingy and annoying, which is why so many people turned down her offer to perform with her. I don't know why though, so many students in this school crave attention, and would love to be noticed like that. If we're being honest, I didn't want to do this during music class. But after I talked to sir, I got kind of excited by it. Ibuki did so much and didn't get anything back. Well, I mean, she got 50% of the profit for tickets sold, but she doesn't have many friends. I guess locking yourself in a music room every recess doesn't help, but you'd think people would try befriend her. As I got to the school gate, I see her waiting. "Hey, (L/N)-san!" she calls. I wave back, and we head back to her house. It's only ten minute walking distance, so we walk back to her place, and talk on the way. When we get to her place, her parents were very welcoming of me. We went up to her room. Her room was covered in heavy metal posters. She had a drum kit in one corner of the room and electric guitars against the walls. Me and Ibuki talked for hours. We started talking about her performances across the years. She had been doing this for a while.

We became a lot closer. "Alright, Ibuki and Mr (L/N), dinner's ready!" Ibuki's mother called. Ibuki jumped off her bed, and bolted downstairs. I walked after her, and sat down next to Ibuki. "So, how are you two going?" she asks, eating the spaghetti she had made for us. "We are best friends now! We are going to slay the performance!" Ibuki yells, hastily spooning the spaghetti into her mouth. I just smiled. After we'd finished, I'd decided to head home. "Alright, (L/N)-san, practise is at recess tomorrow, ok?" she told me. "Thanks, Mioda-san. See you then." I walk on home.

Ibuki and I continued to practise every day, occasionally going over to each others houses to practise or just to have fun. We soon became best friends over the seven weeks of practise, and I was quickly learning the piece of music. Eventually, the week of the performance came, and we were practising a whole lot more. The show had sold out, and we were going to need to be the best we could be. "Alright, (Y/N). The show is this Friday. We're gonna need to practise really hard." she told me. I nodded, and we started playing through.

(Imagine the execution music for After School Class it kind of sounds like it but just imagine a drum solo in the middle of it.)

After nailing the drum solo and the song, Ibuki came up to me. "Wow, it only seemed like yesterday you were only learning a basic beat, and here you are, about to perform for half the school. You've come really far." she says, putting her arm on my shoulder. My cheeks heated up a bit at the contact. "Heh, thanks, Ibuki." I say, averting my gaze down. "Something wrong?" she must of noticed me looking down. I just nodded and smiled. We continued to practise until the next class was starting. We waved each other goodbye and headed off to class.

Thursday, the day before the show, rolled by. I went to the music venue to practise, as usual, but Ibuki wasn't there. This was weird. Usually she was always the first one to arrive, but today she was nowhere to be seen. Her guitar was on stage like usual, so was the drumkit. Then, I feel my phone vibrate. I grab it out to see a text from Ibuki.

Meet at the gate right now! We're going on a field trip!

Confused, I headed over to the gate. There, I saw a teacher, and of course, Ibuki. "Hey, (Y/N)!" Ibuki greeted. I simply waved back, before asking where we were going. "We're going to... the mall!" she yells. "The mall? What are we doing there?" She tilts her head and looks at me as if it's obvious. "We're getting clothes, you silly goose!" Oh. Makes sense. I nod, before Ibuki, the teacher and I all walk to the mall. Once we got there, Ibuki headed straight to the biggest clothing store. When she got in, she looked around for jackets and shirts. "This skirt and these leggings are fine, but there's no way I can wear this on stage!" she yells, looking down at her white top and purple scarf. "I think it looks nice." I say, covering my mouth after realizing I'd just said. "Oh, (Y/N), I'm flattered! But I can't." she says. Phew, she didn't take it the wrong way. We looked around the store, and she'd finally found a shirt she liked. It was a black and red top with lace tying it at the back. The collar was surrounded with triangular diamonds, and the sleeves were cut off to show almost all of her arms. "It's perfect! What do you think, (Y/N)?" she asked, holding up the shirt to me. "It looks nice." I say, smiling at her. She smiles back before running off to the changing room.

After a few seconds, she emerged, wearing the shirt. "Does it look nice?" she asked, turning around to show her almost exposed back through the lace. "It looks... pretty. I mean.. uh, nice." I stutter. "Ha! Thanks (Y/N)~ Now, we need to get you some clothes, because you're not performing looking like that." she tells me. I don't know whether to be offended of excited, but regardless she dragged me off by my wrist, sending heat to my face yet again. I was beginning to acknowledge these newfound feelings for the girl, but did she return them?

She dragged me into the male section of the store, before picking out some things that looked nice. She showed me a couple of shirts and jackets, before opening her mouth wide. She pulled out a shirt, with a pair of drumsticks in a cross, flames underneath, a classic heavy metal shirt. "You HAVE to wear this!" she yells. "Uh, ok. Can I wear this jacket over it?" I ask, pointing to one of the jackets she picked out. She handed it to me, and I went to put the clothes on. The jacket had black long sleeves, an emblem printed onto the chest pocket with a collar that stuck out. When I came out, and Ibuki was amazed. "Oooooh myyyyy goddddd, (Y/N)! You look sooooooooo hot!" she exclaims. Startled by the comment, I widen my eyes. "Oh, uh, thanks Ibuki, you too. I mean-"

"Oh, (Y/N), you crack me up. Alright, you need some ripped jeans as well!" she yelled. I nodded, before pulling out a pair, and she liked them. She insisted she hold the jeans while I change back into my normal attire. We checked out, and exited the store, heading back to the school, just in time for second recess. "Alright, (Y/N)! The show is tomorrow! We're having two full dress rehearsals tomorrow in the theatre, so meet there instead!" she insisted. I nodded, before sitting at the drums. Instead of practising, we were kind of just messing around and talking, as friends. "Hey, (Y/N), we're friends, right?" she asked me. "Of course, Ibuki! I don't know why you'd even ask that, I consider you my best friend." I tell her truthfully. "Well, I'm gonna trust you with my BIGGEST secret!" she exclaimed, pulling her arms out to express 'biggest.' "Oh, what is it?" I ask, listening close. "Well.. I like a guy, but I don't know how to tell him." she told me. "Oh. Who is this guy?" I ask, hoping she'd say me. "I'll tell you, but after you tell me how to ask someone out." she said, holding out her pinky. I returned the favour, making a promise with her. "Well, just be yourself. Don't be scared! If you ask someone yourself, they're more likely to say yes. I don't know who wouldn't want to date a girl like you." I tell her, crossing my fingers behind my back. "Ok! Thanks, (Y/N)! Ok, so... the person I like is..." she started, being overdramatic, as always. "Kazuichi Souda!" she exclaimed. I shattered instantly at hearing this. "Oh, Souda-san, hey? Well, go get him. He'll say yes for sure." I advise, hiding my sadness. She nodded, and exited the room, calling for Souda. As she closed the door, I broke down. I can't decide if I'm mad or sad. I'm mad at Souda for being the one she loves, despite spending no time with her, but I'm sad that I'm not good enough for Ibuki. The crazy, beautiful, Ibuki. Why'd she have to tell me this now? A day before her performance. Suddenly, the door slid wide open. "(Y/N)! He said yes!" she exclaims, running in. I quickly wiped my tears with my sleeve, turning around. "Oh, that's great... I knew he would." I say, trying to hold back more tears. Ibuki could clearly see red in my eyes, as she ran over to me. "(Y/N)! What's wrong?" I shook my head. "I have to go." I say, before rushing out of the room. I looked back and saw Ibuki staring at me, confused. I continue to run out of the room.

When I got home, I had countless texts from Ibuki asking me if I was ok. I read them all, but responded to none. I get into my bed, in tears from the prior events.

When I got to school the next day, Ibuki immediately found me walking into school, walking with Souda. "(Y/N)! Why didn't you to any of my texts?" she asks. "My phone was dead." I lie. "But I saw that you read them all!" she argues. "Hey, babe, chill out, it's ok." said Kazuichi, kissing her on the head. I hastily walk away from them, crying for what seemed like the millionth time in the past two days. Why was I so attached to Ibuki? I guess I just expected her to like me back... why didn't she..?

Ibuki's POV

"Think he fell for it?" asked Souda. "Hopefully." I respond, crossing my fingers.

Reader POV

As recess rolls around, I drape myself to the theatre, knowing I'd have to see Ibuki, who'd be the death of me. I loved her, but she loved someone else. When I walked in, I saw the tech-crew setting up the chairs and lights. Ibuki is on stage, tuning her guitar. "Hey, (Y/N)!" she announces. I lifted my hand up in an attempt to respond, but put it right back down again. "Come on, let's get changed and practise!" she yelled, holding my clothes on her arm. I take the clothes from her arm, dragging myself backstage to get changed. I go into one of the dressing rooms. After a few seconds, I hear someone knock on the door. "(Y/N)?" I hear. It's Ibuki. "Yes, Ibuki?" I ask, hoping she wouldn't ask me what's wrong.

"What's wrong?" she asked. Should've expected that. "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks." I lie. "(Y/N), I know you better than ANYONE. I know when you're lying. What's wrong?" she says, getting serious. "Ibuki, I'm ok, really, I'm just nervous." I say, hoping she'll believe me. "Oh, ok. Seems reasonable, everyone gets nervous before their first show. Come out when you're ready." she tells me, walking off. I finish getting changed and exit the dressing room. Ibuki is already wearing the shirt that I adored. Ugh. I needed to stop thinking about her. "Alright, (Y/N), when the stage people give us the signal, we'll start playing. I need you to tap the sticks to initiate the start, ok?" she told me. I was distracted by... her. "Oh, yeah right, count in with sticks, gotcha." I say, snapping out of my trance. She gave me a look before walking over, standing straight in front of me. She ushered for me to stand up, and I reluctantly did. We were about the same height, but I was a little taller than her. "What's wrong." she asked blatantly. "I already told you, I'm just nervous." I lie, knowing she won't fall for it this time. "I've performed in many shows, and I have been nervous a lot. But I have never been so nervous that I can't talk to my closest friend in the world ever. I don't even think that's possible." she tells me. She walks behind me and sits down on the stool. "Come on, (Y/N), what's wrong?" she asked again. I stayed silent. Her eyes widened and her eyes shot daggers at me. Ok... maybe if I start explaining but leave out her? "I'm... distracted." I say. "By what?" She's still staring at me, no expression on her lips. "By... something..." I lie. "By. what." she growls. "By a girl..." I say. "Who is this girl? Come on, I told you who I liked, you can tell me who you like." she says. Unfortunately, she was right. I winced at the memory of her saying she liked Souda, "Well.. she has black, white, blue and pink hair, she loves music, she is absolutely beautiful... and she's standing right in front of me." I confess. Ibuki turns around, oblivious to what I just said. "Alright, you two, you can start now!" the tech guy yelled, interrupting the confession. Ibuki nodded, before running over to her guitar. I tapped my sticks to count us in, and we played. Ibuki's now amplified electric guitar echoed through the theatre, almost deafening me. My drums were also amplified, but we're definitely overpowered by Ibuki's playing. Soon enough, my drum solo rolled around, and I nailed it. I'm glad that I'd taken the time to learn it. Eventually, the end of the song came, I rolled the snare drum, and Ibuki finished with one loud strum. We also played the other, less important repertoire before finishing up. The tech-crew gave us a thumbs up, indicating that they had done it right, and soon enough they had all cleared out. I got up to leave to, before being interrupted by a familiar voice. "Where do you think you're going?" she snickered. "Out...side?" I answer, before continuing to walk. "What were you saying before?" she asks. Part of me wants to exit the room and slam the doors behind me, but I know I should stay behind and discuss things with Ibuki. I close the doors, but come inside, to sit down across from her, who was sitting on the stool of the drum. "So, who was that girl you were talking about before?" she asked, twirling her hair around her finger. "Her name is... Ibuki Mioda." I say, looking straight into her light purple eyes. You could just see the playfulness of her by looking in her eyes. It was... mesmerising, in a way. "Look, I know you're with Souda, and I might of ruined any relationship I have with you, but-"

Suddenly, she started jumping up and down with excitement. "He likes me too! He likes me too! He likes me too!" she started chanting. "But... Souda... you... asked?" I stutter, confused. "Souda's my cousin! I devised a plan with him to see if you had any feelings for me..." she admitted. I had to admit, it wasn't a bad idea, but she could've just asked me. "Ibuki..." I say, looking down. "I'm so happy you love me, (Y/N)!" she yelled. "You tricked me!" I retort. "Yeah, but look how it turned out! Now we're happy!" she screamed, pretending to strum a guitar. "Hm. I guess you're right." I say, looking up at her. She's smiling ear to ear, like always. "Wait... do you really love me?" I asked, wanting to make sure she wasn't pranking me. "Yes!" she yells, still smiling. "I have the worst feeling this is just to make me feel better..." I said, getting up. "No! I'll prove it to you!" she said, grabbing my wrists and pinning me against the wall I was just sitting against. "I promise to god, that I am saying the absolute truth when I say I love you!" she yells, before kissing me. It caught me off guard, but I didn't hesitate to kiss back. She moved away from my mouth, smiling. "Ok... I believe you now. Wait, if I say I don't believe you... will you kiss me again?" I ask. She giggles. "All you have to do is ask~" she sang. Her voice was beautiful, I loved it. "Well, can you kiss me ag-"

She smashed her face back onto mine before I could even finish talking. This time, I was expecting it from the crazy, unpredictable girl, and immediately started kissing back. I started stroking her hair through the embrace, not daring to release. Not after what I'd been through to get here. She lifted her hand to the back of my head, pushing it onto her mouth even more than it already was. After what seemed like forever, we parted. "Wow, (Y/N), you're a really good kisser!" she says, making me blush. "Thanks, Ibuki."

The night of the show came. People were making a huge line outside the theatre, waiting to see me and Ibuki. We were backstage, doing some final preparations. "Alright, we're going to let the people in now. Show starts in 10." the stage manager stated. Ibuki nodded. After this announcement was made, people started flooding the room. As we looked at the camera monitor, we saw all the seats quickly filling up. I was kind of nervous to be honest, and I was shaking. The announcement for us to go on started. "Alright, (Y/N), I know you're going to do GREAT. Go out there and show them what you can do. Here's a good luck kiss." she says, before kissing you briefly. You smiled at her, and you both went on stage, the crowd erupting a cheer. "Good evening Hopes Peak Academy and friends!" Ibuki yelled, punching the air. "I hope you all enjoy this performance tonight! I would love to thank (F/N) (L/N) for taking the time to learn how to play the drums, just to be here tonight. Please give him a round of applause!" she yelled, making the crowd go even wilder. As I clapped my sticks as a countdown, we started playing our first song. The audience loved it, as they soon started clapping to the beat. Then, my solo came. I started moving my arms incredibly fast, nailing it yet again. Ibuki was looking at me, smiling. The crowd was starring in awe, as I hit the drums with such speed. After I'd finished, Ibuki came back in, leaving everyone deaf with her amplified guitar playing. When we finished, the audience let out a cheer louder than I'd ever heard before. I looked over at Ibuki, who was looking at me. We smiled at each other, before looking at the audience. We played our other repertoire, but we had eventually finished all the songs. After the cheer had died down Ibuki started talking. "Thank you everyone! Now, before we finish, we'll be answering questions, so don't be scared! Put your hand up and ask us anything!" she says. Numerous hands went into the air.

"How long did it take you to perfect that?" someone asked.

"That wasn't perfect. Nothing is perfect. No matter how long you spend practising something, it will never be perfect. Don't strive for perfection, strive for affection. I think we moved most of you with that, and that's what you wanna do if you're tryna play music! Anyway, we practised almost everyday for seven weeks, and believe it or not, (Y/N) had never played the drums before this. He had agreed to play for me, and I taught him the basics, he just kinda hooked on." she explains.

"Can I have you autograph?"

"We will be signing things after the show, so stick around for that!"

Then, one individual decided to ask a pretty personal question. Not just any individual. Souda.

"Are you guys dating?" he asked, making me cough. Ibuki looked at me. I knew what she was asking. "Were we dating?" she mouthed. I nodded swiftly, smiling. "Yeah, we are. We're kinda new actually, we only started-"

Before Ibuki finished, the crowd erupted into a cheer yet again. She giggled, and continued answering questions.

"Alright, I think we have time for just one more question." she said, before picking the final person.

"Can you two kiss?" he asked. I coughed yet again. Kiss? In front of all these people? She looked at me again, shrugging. I shrugged back, and got off my stool. I started to walk over to her. The audience started chanting. "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" You could hear Souda yelling extra loud. "I love you, (Y/N)." she said. "Love you too, Ibuki." I respond before meeting her soft lips again. The crowd exploded, as we basically made out in front of a good 500 people, whether we noticed or not. Eventually, we broke, looking at the audience. Ibuki grabbed my hand, raising it up with hers. The crowd let out one more cheer, before the show finally concluded.

We went outside to sign autographs. From pictures, to instruments, to clothes, we put marker on any material imaginable. The line was incredibly long, but when we got through it all, we went back into the theatre. "What a night, hey?" I say, walking over to her. "Yep. Glad I could spend it with you." she says, leaning her head on my shoulder.

"You two are just adorable." a voice said from the door frame. We looked over at Souda, leaning on the door. Ibuki giggled and I blushed. "Thanks for this, Souda." she said. Souda nodded. "Hey, (L/N)-san, make sure you take good care of Ibuki. I know you will." he said, before leaving, closing the door behind him.

"Hey, (Y/N)." Ibuki started. I looked over at her. "You know how before I said nothing is perfect?" she asked. I nodded. "Well, I was lying. One thing is perfect." she says.

"You." we say in unison.

Before our lips met again.

I'm so proud of this. This wasn't requested (because nobody is requesting anything) but I wrote it anyway. This is over 5000 words and I'm glad I finally wrote something about my favourite character. I'm gonna keep writing my own oneshots until someone requests. Thanks for reading this, bye.