They weren't very close with most of the class; Aoyama knew this. Being a foreigner tended to do that. It's not that they didn't try to get closer to the class; they just weren't very good at it. Even back home in France, it was hard to make friends. People just... didn't like them that much. His mother always told them to be themselves, but Aoyama was fairly certain that wasn't going to work here.
They'd been using the outgoing, glittery persona to try and appeal at little more, but most people (including their classmates) just thought they were weird and annoying. And sometimes they just needed space away from that life. Sometimes they'd just sit quietly in their room or just sit alone and talk to their sister overseas. But anywhere was better than the common room. It was so loud and cheerful down there. And it sometimes hurt knowing that none of them were laughing with them. That's why when they were feeling down they'd head to the roof.
It started shortly after the class moved into Heights Alliance. The first time it happened Aoyama hadn't even meant to go up there. It had been an accident really; they took a wrong turn and didn't really bother to check where they were going. It was...nice being able to get away and just kind of relax or vent. No one bothered them up here (not that anyone really bothered them elsewhere, but the point is there.).
Aoyama would sit for hours just thinking about his home and sister, his new world. One thing that had come up lately was his homesickness. It had been bad in the beginning, but they'd gotten the hang of it over the months they'd been in Japan. Unfortunately, homesickness was rearing its ugly head again. And with the loneliness of having virtually no real friends, let's just say they weren't the cheeriest of folks at the moment.
The roof visits continued over the next few months of living in the dorms. They were sporadic at first, but recently they'd become more of a routine. They'd go to class, come back to the dorms, maybe grab a bite to eat and sit on the rooftop for a few hours, then go to bed. Today had been no different. Well, it had been a little different.
Aoyama was making their way up the stairs when it happened. They were sure no one else visited the roof, but here they were behind the door listening to someone playing the guitar. It might have been Jirou, but they were sure she was afraid of heights so maybe not. They weren't aware of anyone else who could play the guitar, but then again no one really told them anything.
It was gentle but alluring. Aoyama wasn't familiar with the tune; maybe it was an original? They weren't sure, but they sure as hell weren't going out there to find out. Trying to make friends was one thing, but trying to approach an unknown person on the roof didn't seem like the best of ideas. So they just sat behind the door to listen. It was kind of hard to really make anything out with how muffed the door made the sound, but they could tell whoever was playing knew what they were doing.
The song made its way to the end with a soft strum. Aoyama barely noticed they had almost fallen asleep. As they drew themself out of their drowsiness the guitar picked up with a new song. One they definitely recognized; La Vie En Rose. It was kind of a staple in French media, and infinitely more popular out of France for some reason. Aoyama sat quietly behind the door, but the guitarist outside started singing in French! If they could just hear a little better then maybe potentially being backed into a corner by the unknown singer wouldn't be so bad.
As silently as they could they opened the door and moved outside. They hid behind the generator thing that sat beside the door. Now outside Aoyama could hear just how good both the singing and the French were. Perfect pronunciation and the voice; that was unmistakably masculine.
"Il est entré dans mon cœur Une part de bonheur..."
Poking their head above the generator, Aoyama could now clearly see the singer.
"Dont je connais la cause. C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie,.."
They definitely hadn't expected this of all things. Bakugou was sitting cross-legged with a guitar in his lap singing perfect french. The sun on the horizon shone on his face illuminating the area he sat on.
"Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie. Et dès que je l'aperçois..."
It was lovely to listen to and very calming. And his guitar skills weren't lacking either. Aoyama debated whether to approach Bakugou but ultimately decided to wait and see what happened next. The song continued and his voice carried out into the air.
"Alors je sens en moi Mon cœur qui bat."
Aoyama had never considered that Bakugou might be able to sing. He was always yelling and didn't seem like the type. He's always going off about not wasting time. Not that Aoyama thought singing was a waste of time, but Bakugou definitely seemed like the type to think so. Or maybe they'd just hadn't had the chance to actually get to know him. They chose the latter as the more reasonable option.
"Des nuits d'amour à ne plus en finir Un grand bonheur qui prend sa place..."
Content with letting Bakugou finish singing before approaching, Aoyama sat back and listened to the song. They sat quietly and thought for a bit. If Bakugou was up here now, would he come back? Would they scare him away if they approached? Would Bakugou stop coming to sit and play? He was obviously relaxed and enjoying himself; something that was probably just as new to the rest of the class as it was to Aoyama.
The song ended on a beautiful high note drawn out to a soft end. Aoyama wasn't trained in music, but it was clear Bakugou had some training. They heard a soft sigh from Bakugou who slowly lifted their head towards Aoyama's direction. Even though Aoyama crouched down quickly, it was clear he had seen them.
"Who the fuck's out there?" Bakugou yelled out towards Aoyama. He must not have seen enough to know who was watching.
Aoyama had planned on approaching but being outed like this was only making them nervous.
"I said who the fuck is out there!" He was still yelling and was clearly growing impatient. Aoyama heard footsteps coming their way. Slowly Aoyama stood up from behind the generator.
"Juste Moi mon ami." Aoyama answered hesitantly. Bakugou looked momentarily surprised before scowling once more.
"Listen here you little fuckmunch, if you say anything, I'll hang your limp body off the roof like a flag. Understood?" Bakugou growled menacingly before going back to grab his guitar.
"W-Wait! You don't have to leave." Bakugou only raised an eyebrow at this.
"I merely mean that -oh comment Je dis ça- I really liked listening to you sing. You're quite good, and your French is Magnifique."
"Oh Fuck off."
"Non non, it's true." Bakugou didn't look comforted, but he was scowling less.
"I didn't know anyone else spoke French here; it was nice. It reminded me of home."
"What are you that fucking lonely?" Aoyama was taken aback but didn't argue. Something on Bakugou's face softened for a minute before he scowled again.
"Fine whatever, if I stay will you keep it quiet? I meant what I said about hanging you from the roof." Bakugou turned around with his guitar in hand and sat back down. Aoyama was a little more than surprised that they actually managed to get him to stay, even if Bakugou was aggressive about it. He'll count it as a win.
They walked over to where Bakugou sat. He wasn't playing anything, but he had his guitar in hand.
"Where did you learn to speak French?" Aoyama hadn't actually meant to say that out loud. Before they could shut Bakugou down he responded with something else they hadn't expected.
"My parents are in the fashion industry. The hag's a model and the doormat is a fashion designer. They travel a lot for shows. They used to take me along when I was younger. So I ended up exploring a lot of different countries growing up. And well there's no point in working in a country you can't speak the language of." Bakugou answered surprisingly honestly. They hadn't expected Bakugou to actually respond, or respond without telling them to fuck off. Aoyama gave a non-commental hum and a nod.
Neither of them spoke for a bit. Bakugou seemed hesitant to begin playing again but ended up playing a song Aoyama was unfamiliar with for a while. It was soft and romantic in a way but felt sad...almost lonely.
"The hell are you doing up here anyway?" Bakugou asked after a few minutes.
Aoyama almost didn't say anything, but Bakugou asked and seemed like he might actually understand. Bakugou didn't seem like he had many friends outside of his small group in the class.
"I get lonely sometimes. I-I don't have many friends here, and I miss my home more than I can say. Sometimes…sometimes it's nice to just be able to escape and think for a bit when things become too much. And it's nice up here. The view reminds me of the hilltop I used to sit on as a child in France."
Bakugou didn't say anything for a bit after that. He showed nothing on his face, but Aoyama could tell he was thinking. He opened his mouth a few times to speak but closed it before ever saying anything. Finally, though he spoke.
"Do you know how to play the guitar?" It..definitely wasn't what they expected. But he seemed genuinely interested.
"N-non, my sister does but I never learned to play." Bakugou gave a 'tch' in response.
"Damn nerd. Fine, meet me here tomorrow at 6." Bakugou grabbed his guitar and headed towards the door.
"Attendez! Wait, what do you mean?" Aoyama yelled back at Bakugou. He turned and looked over his shoulder to respond.
"I'm going to fucking teach you how to play." Before Aoyama could get another word in, Bakugou opened the door and disappeared inside.
Aoyama couldn't make heads or tails of what had just happened. But they grabbed their phone out of their pocket and dialed a number.
"Maman, je pense que je viens de me faire un ami."