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(The Vigilantes is the name of the band btw This is my first go at posting on here and not to mention I haven’t really written anything in a while much less written anything about My Hero Academia. So I hope you enjoy. I’d love feedback if you guys got any and I hope to post at least twice a week since these chapters are pretty short.
I don’t know how many chapters this story will because I’m kinda writing it as I go)
Hizashi didn’t understand why his feet had brought him this way. Normally he would cut through the alleys to get to the local market. It was faster and he loved to “parkour” his way there. But for some reason, he hadn’t taken his normal route settling for the bland regular path. A path that just so happened to pass by his schoolmate's house.
‘I wonder what Shota does when he’s not at school.’
He thought to himself like he did every day. His friend, or he assumed his friend, was always so quiet and seemed like he would fall asleep any moment. Though, unlike his appearance showed he was a diligent and respectful student training hard like the rest of them while still looking like he hadn’t slept in ten years.
As he reached Shota’s house on the path to the store he began to hear the light strumming of a guitar. Focusing on the tune as it got louder he tried to see where it was coming from and what song it was. Then he heard a soft voice singing.
“I’ll slip away… into the sound… the ghost of you… is close to me… I’m inside out… you’re underneath…”
(https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bSkJkbwPcW0 << The sounds of what Aizawa’s strumming to)
Smirking as he recognized the song, he began to follow the sound hoping to see who was singing and compliment them.
He had to admit he was surprised to see that the sound was coming from Shota’s house.
Was Shota singing? No... he couldn’t be, he didn’t seem like the type. Whenever he had offered for the fellow student to listen to some of his music he had always declined stating he didn’t care much for music.
However, it wouldn’t hurt to check and even say hi if it was his friend. Hopefully it wasn’t a sibling or something or he had the wrong house altogether.
Taking a step onto the Aizawa property he continued following the sound until he came around the garage and to the backyard where Aizawa was sitting on a tire swing strumming an old acoustic guitar.
The teen didn’t seem to recognize and see Hizashi as he continued his approach, more focused on his strumming and quiet singing than his surroundings. Which was very unnatural, he always seemed to be jumpy and aware of who and what he was around at all times during school. Here strumming his guitar he seemed loose and relaxed as if he felt comfortable for once.
He was able to stand next to Shota waiting and listening as Shota continued to be unaware of his presence finishing the song before sighing and finally realizing that someone was right next to him. Jumping and pulling himself out of the tire swing almost dropping his guitar he screeched.
“Hizashi! What the fuck?!” He looked like he was ready to swing and sacrifice his guitar to smash it overtop his head. Though, Hizashi guessed that if it had been someone he didn’t know he would have destroyed both the guitar and the person’s face along with it.
“Hey Shota! Nice singing! I didn’t know you played guitar you in a band?!”
He pressed questions wanting to get as much information about his friend's secret hobby as he could.
Shota groaned and put his guitar down setting it against the tree. Looking around he asked bluntly ignoring Hizashi’s questions and asking his own. “How did you know where I live and why are you on my families property?”
As the black haired teen crossed his arms Hizashi felt his face heat up. How could he explain he had become so curious about his secretive friend he followed him home. It was for a good cause he had rationalized, the teen had always looked so tired and on edge that he had assumed his parents might have been abusive towards him. It had turned out to be the opposite, his parents were quite nice from what he had seen of them.
“Well uhhhh…..” Hizashi rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s just…..” Finally, he figured out an excuse. “My apartment complex isn’t too far from here so I walk this way to go home from school and saw you. And I’m here because I heard you singing and wanted to cheer you on!” He added some flair to his last sentence.
With a grunt, Shota seemed satisfied with the blonde's response. “Logical I guess.” He snuck a look to his guitar then looked back at Hizashi with a deadpan face. “Just don’t go telling everyone about this. I don’t want people asking me to sing or play a song. And I definitely don't want them thinking I’m in a band.” He pointed at Hizashi adding a threatening frown to his expression making it clear he didn’t want him to go blab his mouth like he normally did.
“Alright alright! I won’t tell anyone!” He whipped his hands in the air as if he was surrendering.
“But I didn’t know you liked Twenty-One Pilots. I thought you said you hated music.” The blonde put his hands on his hips and pouted slightly.
Getting rolling eyes and a grumble in response he heard Shota say. “You really can’t hear anything can you? I guess I should expect that from someone with a voice quirk. I said I didn’t like listening to most music.... I’m picky….” He added at the end pulling at his long black sleeved shirt.
“Soooo edgy music right?” Hizashi concluded with a chuckle.
He received an angered snort this time. “It’s not edgy!” He huffed grabbing his guitar and hurrying to the screen door which led to the back of his house.
“Come on Sho I didn’t mean it I was just pickin!” He called after him but was stopped as Shota slammed the door in his face.
Sighing he looked to his phone to see the time and then started back around the house. Perhaps he shouldn’t have bothered his friend especially about this secretive hobby of his. Either way, it was too late now and he had to hurry to the store to grab some things before it got too dark and it closed.
Hovering over a name in his contacts he contemplated on his thought before finally giving in and moving his thumbs quickly over his screen texting something and sending it off with a ‘swoosh’ sound.