Holy crap, I need to get myself together.

I apologise for the procrastination, I have no other excuse.

The vans back door slid open, and Dabi jumped in after Denki, holding two bags off snacks and drinks while the blonde carried a large pizza box.

"We got lucky. A mile further and we've would've been screwed." Said Denki, huffing as he sat on the floor, along with Shoto and Izuku. Shoto grabbed the bags from his brother's hands, pulling out the drinks and small foam cups inside.

"I told you to check the engine before we left." Dabi rolled his eyes and opened the box to grabbed a slice. The other three did the same, settling in as they enjoyed their impromptu diner as much as they could.

"I don't actually mind this." Said Dabi. "Reminds me of when we first started out." Izuku groaned.

"Please, don't remind me." Denki snorted.

"What? Those were good times!" The older Todoroki laughed.

"I don't think setting your $600 bass counts as 'good times'" Dabi choked, shooting a look to his brother, who barely held back a smile.

"Traitor!" Laughter erupted from the four teens. "At least I didn't blow up our amps."

"That was ONE TIME!!" The blonde guitarist cried. "One time! And it was an accident!"

"Remember when Shoto got stage fright?" Cold eyes landed on Izuku, who pretended to not have said anything. "What?"

"Har, har." Deadpanned shoto, before smiling once again. "Still, this is better than a cheap motel. Remember the one in Shinjuku?"

Everyone took a moment to remember before shuddering.

"Never again, man. Never again."

"I'm still surprised we even got the van back!" Laughed Izuku. "Still, I wonder how those jerks are doing?"

"Probably dead." Dabi hummed. "Or in jail. Or both."

A blanket of silence fell over the group, and some time later the an was towed to an auto shop, and the boys found a good place to rest.

Small towns were significantly much more welcoming to bands such as theirs: Most of the youth around Dabi's age welcomed them into their homes to stay, and they were never shy about being themselves, quirkless or not.

As far as they could see, dozens of colorful mohawks, liberty spikes and doc Marten boots had gathered to meet them, all cheering as the band stepped out of the van.

Aizawa hummed as he started the school bus around the mass of punks and skinheads.

"Hm, not a bad crowd." He said mostly to himself. Everyone strained their necks to see past the crowd, and to try and catch a glimpse of their friends.

"Wow, they're really popular, huh?" Kyoya stared at the crowd in awe. "I didn't think I'd be jealous of Denki, but here we are..." Half the class looked at her, both confused and with a similar thought running through their minds.

Could she be any more obvious?

Aizawa honked, parting the crowd ad they drove through to a near by hotel. He glanced out to the crowd, spotting someone with wild, spiky blue hair. He clenched the steering wheel tightly and looked straight ahead.

You can do it!

He sighed and sped up slightly, too eager to get some rest.

"One day you'll fall in love with someone you shouldn't have..."

Katsuki jolted in her awake, and looked around her unfamiliar surroundings. It took a few secconds to remember just where she was.

"Right... hotel..." She groaned, feeling a small headache forming as she recalled the words Deku had said.

But that wasn't Deku's voice. Well, it sounded eerily similar, but deeper, more gruff. She struggled to recall just where she heard it, but all she could bring up was the feeling of fascination. She quickly gave up, not wanting to dwell on it long enough to get a migraine.

Kicking the covers off, she stood and looked around her shared room; Mina, Momo and Kyoka had been thrown in with her, though the only ones that complained were her and the stony faced girl. Spotting the clock Katsuki saw it was 7:30.

'Enough time to shower before the extras wake up.'

The shower didn't do much to take her still wandering mind off the voice, despite how she tried thinking of other things. Though one thought did come to mind, specifically about why Aizawa had bothered to tail some half baked Punk band, which just happened to have his informant in their lineup. She didn't want to complain though, mostly because of the capture weapon, glare and, no matter how much she denied it, Deku of all people.

She growled and grit her teeth thinking about last week; the venue, the music, his voice, his eyes.

He was...

She quickly shook her head, erasing the idea. Subconsciously however, she knew why her gut felt like it was tied in a knot.

"Ugh... Today's going to be a long day, I can feel it." Mina groaned loudly from the other side of the door.

"Perfect. Just what I needed." Katsuki grumbled.

Next chapter: Probably a gig, or something. Maybe a crash course in REAL Punk rock if it doesn't get too preachy on my end.

Please leave reviews, and again, sorry for the wait.