Unspoken Words Chapter 1: An Outlet
The boy took a deep breath and hit upload on his laptop; once it was finished, he shut his laptop and sighed, looking at the clock on his nightstand. “Tch, this is so stupid.” He muttered. 9:30 PM It was 9:30 PM and he wasn’t even tired, it was going to be a long night. Bakugo normally went to sleep at the respectable time of 8 PM, but recently he had found his mind troubled, maybe his heart too, but he didn’t want to touch that any time soon.
He wanted to be a hero of course, the number one spot was sure to be his one day, but he had discovered that he needed an outlet other than beating things up. It didn’t start out as much, he played the drums for a concert one time and during those long band practices he had begun eyeing the guitar, not the electric guitar like people would probably envision him playing, but the quieter, acoustic one. He found himself turning toward heartfelt acoustic guitar covers on YouTube, instead of alternative and rock and roll.
Then one day in the shower, he decided that he’d bite the bullet and buy an acoustic of his own; in secret of course, no one could know his plan, and certainly no one could find out that he could put his vocal chords to use for anything other than yelling. And so, the fateful day arrived, after class Aizawa told him he had a package waiting for him back at the dorm.
Bakugo tried not to look giddy about it, but his excitement must have been palpable. “You seem to be in a good mood, what did Aizawa want?” Kirishima asked. “Huh? Oh- it’s nothing. I just have a package waiting is all.” He replied. “Oh? A package huh? What could the mighty Kaachan have ordered that would make him seem happy? A mail-order bride perhaps?” Kaminari chimed in, elbowing Bakugo in the side. Bakugo scoffed, “Shut it Sparky. And it’s none of your business anyways, I can buy whatever the hell I want.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and sped up a little so he could walk ahead of them. Kirishima giggled, “Dude you got off easy today, he must be in a good mood. Mail order bride, seriously?” Kaminari just shrugged, “Eh, I saw an opportunity and I took it.”
Bakugo smiled to himself when he got back to the dorm, quickly letting the smile fade when he opened the door to see Deku and his nerd friends sitting on the couch. “O-oh, Hi Kaachan!” Midoriya said. “Hello Bakugo” Todoroki called from the kitchen. “Screw off Icyhot.” He shot back. From the couch, Midoriya’s face fell. “You okay Deku?” Uraraka asked. “Yeah! Fine! Kaachan’s just being Kaachan I guess! Haha” he responded, overly enthusiastically.
Once Bakugo was out of eyeshot of everyone, he practically skipped up the stairs. Once he made it to his room, he almost cheered; from the size alone, he could tell it was his new guitar. He unlocked his door and took it inside, thankful that the company had complied with his request for discreet packaging, he didn’t need any of those damn extras in his business, even Kirishima, though he made a mental note to come clean sooner or later to him.
He threw his book bag down and immediately went to work on his package. No sooner had he slit the first piece of tape when there was a knock at the door. He cursed to himself but stopped what he was doing and went to answer it. He looked out the peephole and saw that it was Kaminari. He sighed and open the door, leaning his body through the opening to prevent his unwelcome guest from seeing inside his room. “Yeah? What do you want? I’m a little busy right now.” “Hey dude,” Kaminari said, rubbing the back of his neck, “I wanted to apologize for earlier, the whole mail-order bride thing?” Inwardly, Bakugo rolled his eyes, he was itching to get back to his task at hand. “Tch, you’re seriously wasting my time with an apology? Get out of my face.” He replied, stepping back, and shutting the door, maybe a bit too hard, but that was the least of his concerns for right now. “Now, back to the task at hand.” He said aloud.
Fifteen minutes later and his guitar was finally out of the packaging and on his bed. He smiled, pleased with himself and his purchase. It was a beautiful, blue acoustic guitar and he decided immediately it was his new (secret) favorite thing. He tuned it up quietly, took a second to make sure there was no one in the hallway, and then played a C chord; after watching Sparky get so many lessons from Jirou, he was reasonably able to apply that secondhand knowledge to himself. The chord rang out and he sighed happily, it played like a dream and it felt right under his fingers, as if it were made for him. He placed the instrument back onto his bed gently and pulled out his laptop; he already had a private folder full of guitar stuff, chord diagrams, lead sheets, etc., so he decided he’d start there.
After a few days of learning his way around the guitar, thankful that the dorm walls were soundproof, he decided to try his hand at covering a song. It went reasonably well, he didn’t record it, there was no way in hell he was documenting his extracurricular activities for anyone else to see, Sparky and Tape Arms took his phone way too often for him to risk it. There was a loud knock at the door, and despite himself he jumped. He hurriedly scrambled to shove the instrument into his closet. “Coming!” He called, hoping they hadn’t been standing there long before they knocked.
Kirishima stood outside Bakugo’s door, wondering if he should knock again, when he heard a muffled, “coming!” from inside the room. When his friend opened the door his face was flushed, was that a blush on Bakugo’s cheeks? He wondered. What had he been doing? “Oi Kirishima” Bakugo said, waving a hand in front of his face, “Hello?” Kirishima jolted out of his trance, “O-oh, sorry bro, just wanted to let you know dinner is ready. Don’t want to be late!” he chuckled nervously. “Uh, yeah. Gimme a sec, I’ll walk down with you.” Bakugo replied, noting his friend’s weird behavior. He retreated into his room to put slides on, hoping desperately that his friend wasn’t acting weird because he had heard him singing or anything. He made a mental note to ask him about it later, without giving anything away of course. God, this is so stupid Bakugo thought, stepping outside his room once more to head down with his friend.
Dinner passed by quickly enough and once it was over Bakugo took the opportunity to step outside for a moment alone. He stood on the porch, leaning on the railing and enjoying the cool night air when he was interrupted by a cough. He grimaced, his alone time interfered with for the third time that day and turned to face whoever it was. He turned to find Kirishima standing there. “Oh, it’s you.” He said simply, turning back to face the railing once more. Kirishima gave an awkward smile and leaned next to him on the railing, leaving both boys wondering if they should mention the awkward situation from earlier that evening.
“I’m sorry for interrupting whatever you were doing earlier.” “Hey, you didn’t hear anything from outside my room, did you?” Both boys broke the silence at the same time. “What? Dude it’s not what you think.” “No—ofcoursenot.” Both boys interjected again, both trying to clear the air but instead only making things more awkward. The pair decided silence was the best option for the moment; Bakugo took a deep breath and let it out through his nose.
“Okay, so do you want to know what I was doing?” he asked. Kirishima, shot him a look, “Not if it’s gross.” “Seriously? Get your mind out of the gutter. Come on, let’s go upstairs.” Bakugo replied. “O-okay.” The pair went upstairs together, both nervous for different reasons. Bakugo was concerned that his friend would judge him, Kirishima wondering just what he was getting himself into. Bakugo unlocked his door, sighing as he did so.
The pair entered, and Bakugo closed the door behind them. “Okay, so you know the package I got the other day?” he asked. “The one Kaminari accused of being a mail order bride? Yeah I do.” Bakugo shot him a glare, “Obviously it’s not that.” He strode over to his closet but hesitated before opening it. “Just, promise me one thing?” “Yeah dude, anything.” “Before I show you, promise not to laugh?” Kirishima nodded. Bakugo opened his closet and retrieved the guitar, he took a deep breath and then turned around. “Okay, this is it.”
Kirishima looked at him for a second, and then the guitar, and then back at him. Despite his promise he burst into laughter. Bakugo was immediately affronted. “I knew it. I knew I shouldn’t have shown you.” “No, no dude. I’m sorry for laughing, it’s just—this is what you were concerned about? Me hearing you playing the guitar?” Once Kirishima had recovered from his laughing fit (still wheezing mind you) but recovered enough to form coherent words again. “Okay, so you have a guitar. What about it? Why all the secrecy?” he asked.
“Honestly, I’m just kind of embarrassed, I guess,” Bakugo grumbled. “I don’t know!” he exclaimed, “I just have all these feelings and I’m not good with them and I don’t know.” He finished. Kirishima just grinned at him. “Well, it sounds like you are at least trying to deal with things. I’ll keep your secret, but you have to promise to perform for me someday. You should share your talent sometime man. If anyone says anything, you know I’ve got your back.”
Kirishima left the room, leaving Bakugo to ruminate on what his friend had said to him. Bakugo went to sleep that night at his normal time of 8PM, but he awoke at 2AM with a sudden burst of inspiration, you should share your talent sometime that was the only thought in his head. And that all lead him to tonight, uploading a guitar cover on YouTube, with no identifying features of course, no one would know it was him, or his room. And so, secret online musician Bakugo was born.
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