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Hanta couldn’t believe he had been dragged into this. It was the weekend the absolute last thing he had wanted to do was go to the mall and go shopping for kazoos with Kaminari… but when Kaminari had asked him, he hadn’t been able to say no. He sorely regretted that moment of weakness now.
“Hey, Sero,” he turned his head dejectedly towards Kaminari, who was much too excited about this, “do you think they’ll have different color kazoos?”
He shook his head, thoroughly impressed with how… stupid that question had been. “It’s made of plastic, Kaminari,” he deadpanned, “yes, there are other colors.”
Sometimes… well actually a lot of the time, Hanta wondered how Kaminari had managed to get into class 1-a because, while his quirk indeed was sharp and electrifying, he lacked… any intelligence whatsoever. Well, actually, that wasn’t fair, Kaminari did have some degree of knowledge, it was just that… he didn’t always show it.
For example, Kaminari still thought they were going to an actual music store for a kazoo… he really did think that, and Hanta just didn’t have the heart to tell him they could just as easily find one in the dollar section in any convenience store. Kaminari just looked too excited at the prospect of getting an actual kazoo. He had even thrown his piccolo out of his dorm window—that had not been a smart idea because it had managed to fall on All Might, and while All Might hadn’t done anything about it, the look of confusion and hurt on his face the next time he had seen Kaminari was almost sad.
He had just shaken his head and mouthed, why?
Kaminari had looked so guilty too, as though he committed a high crime. Hanto shook his head of the thought.
As they walked through the mall, they passed by a street performer. He was dressed in all silver and had a silver saxophone to match. Sero scoffed, everyone knew golden saxophones were much better—he may have been biased, but he cared not about personal biases, not when they were clearly right.
Kaminari must’ve noticed his gaze, “hey man, what’s up with the silver dude?”
“He’s playing the saxophone, it appears,” Hants states readily.
Kaminari just shook his head, “No, no, I can see that. I’m not an idiot,” Hanto disagrees, but says nothing,“ but why are you looking at him like that?”
“Oh,” Hanta hadn’t realized his bias distaste for silver saxophones had bled through onto his face, “well, I just dislike that he has a silver saxophone, the gold colored ones are much better.”
There’s a beat where Kaminari just stares at him, confusion and possibly a bit of disappointment in his eyes, “are you being racist towards saxophone colors?” there’s shock evident in his tone, but Hanta can’t tell if he's serious or not.
Either way, he stares at Kaminari, death in his eyes as he speaks, “that is definitely not the appropriate word for this.”
Kaminari raises an eyebrow, questioning him.
He sighs, “if anything, I ould call my dislike a bias as I have a gold saxophone at home somewhere… I can’t be racist towards saxophones… because saxophones don’t have races; they’re objects, not people.” He really didn’t think he needed to explain something like this to Kaminari, it should be obvious, but here he was, explaining to Kaminari why his dislike towards silver saxophones was just bias and not racism towards silver saxophones.
Sero shook his head, the saddest part was, this wasn’t even the oddest conversation he had had with Kaminari—Kaminari had the most… unusual thoughts and he often felt it necessary to bombard Hanta with them at three A.M.
“So… wait—” Kaminari cut himself off and grabbed Hanta by the shoulders, turning him so that they were facing each other. Enthusiasm leaked from his features and Hanta was, admittedly, a little terrified of the blond at this moment, “you said you have a saxophone at home?”
Oh… well, he hadn’t meant to tell anyone that bit of information. He wasn’t too privy to letting others know of his saxophone—it was his guilty pleasure. Reluctantly, he nodded.
“Are you any good?”
“... I think so?” He had spent a year learning how to play it, but it had all been for fun… and that one time when he pranked his school by playing the ‘epic sax guy’ song during lunch—he had never told his parents that that had been the real reason he had wanted to learn to play the saxophone.
Hanta didn’t like the spark that ignited in Kaminari’s eyes, and unfortunately, he didn’t have time to get away from him before a small shock went through his system.
Kaminari immediately let go, “sorry dude, I didn’t mean to shock you… but I just got the best idea ever.”
“I highly doubt that,” Hanta remarked.
Kaminari pouted, “hey, this is a good idea, I know it!”
Unimpressed, Hanta quirked an eyebrow.
“Let’s start a band!” Kaminari radiantly beamed.
“No,” came Hanta’s deadpan reply.
Crestfallen, Kaminari gaped, “but… but… it would be a great idea! Come one, Jiro could help us out, you know she loves music!”
Hanta’s face remained flat as he replied, “No, it’s a disaster waiting to happen.”
There was only one way this could end, and that was in a catastrophe; besides, he just knew how to play the one song on his sax.
Hanta sighed, this was ridiculous, and he knew it, he was going to regret this. “Come on, don’t you still need to get yourself a kazoo before we even think about starting a band?”
Kaminari, having an ever-present puppy dog like personality, lit up at the realization that Hanto was going to agree to his scheme—albeit reluctantly.
Hanta just sighed with regret and continued towards a store to find a cursed kazoo for Kaminari; this was not going to end well, of that he was sure.