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The first thing Katsuki noticed after skating home was the moving vans next door. It made sense, given it was the last week of summer break, that a new family would move in. It was probably some nice family with a stay at home mom and two little kids, so it really didn’t matter to Katsuki, unless she was forced into babysitting or something.
She kicked the tail of her skateboard down and grabbed the nose as she unlocked her door. Her Dad greeted her upon entrance, which she ignored as she stomped up the stairs into her room.
She kicked off her shoes and flopped onto her bed to scroll through TikTok, where she found a video of some girl doing the guitar of In Bloom by Nirvana. It was good, but everyone knew that the drums were the star of that song. So, being ever the one-upper, she sat down at her drumkit and attempted to learn it by ear.
It took about a half an hour, but Katsuki learned the song from start to finish. She set up a microphone and got garageband ready on her computer to record herself. She was planning on mixing her recording with the guitar girl’s audio, then duetting her and replacing the audio with the mix, then going fucking viral because she was just that good.
She only got halfway through the song before her mom stormed in, completely unprompted.
“Katsuki!” She yelled from the doorway.
“Holy shit mom, I’m in the middle of something! Is that not obvious?”
That of course, made her mom even more livid. “We couldn’t even introduce ourselves to the new neighbors before they came knocking on our door complaining about your ruckus!”
“They should be fucking thanking me for blessing them with my drum skills.”
“I’m not dealing with your shit right now. I’m sick and tired of apologizing on your behalf. Do you even try?”
Okay, that hurt a bit, but Katsuki decided to ignore that fact.
“You do realize how much people say we’re, like, the same person, right? Every fucking complaint or insult you throw at me is also true for you!” Katsuki yelled.
“I’m not a fifteen year old brat who needs to get her head out of her ass!”
Katsuki leaned her head back and closed her eyes, fighting the frustrated tears. “Get out.”
Why did shit always have to escalate so fast? It seemed like pleasant conversations never lasted long with her mom. Katsuki was just so fucking tired of it.
“What’d you say to me?”
Katsuki whipped her head back. “I said to get the fuck out of my room!” She yelled, chucking a drumstick at the wall, only six inches from her mom’s face.
“You’re going to pay for that brat! I’m not dealing with this shit right now!” Her mom yelled, slamming the door on her way out.
Katsuki huffed and glared at the small dent in the drywall that the drumstick created, making sure not a single tear escaped from her eyes. The initial rage and frustration eventually passed, then a smirk grew on her face as she picked up her drumsticks and began a new recording, making sure to play as loud and hard as she would if she were David Grohl up on stage performing it. She could practically feel her mom’s rage from across the house.
Two hours later, a knock on her door interrupted her Fruits Basket marathon. Her duet had gone pretty viral, so she was basking in the joy of both being the best and spiting her mom.
She knew it had to be her dad at the door, her mom never knocked, but she really wasn’t in the mood to listen to him make excuses for her. So she ignored it, because he would go away if she did. But there was another knock.
“The fuck do you want?” She asked, aggressively hitting the spacebar as the door opened. But it wasn’t her dad or her mom standing awkwardly in the doorway. No, it was the guitar girl on TikTok. It had to be, she had the same slightly wavy red hair tied into a big ponytail, and her bangs stuck up in those weird ass horn things. She was even wearing the same yellow-grey flannel and ripped baggy jeans. “The fuck?”
“Hi, I’m your new neighbor!” She said with a blinding smile. “I just wanted to apologize if my mom caused you any trouble… because well, I was taking out the trash and heard you and your mom fighting… but I really didn’t mean to snoop! I think my mom was just really tired and the drums were interrupting her nap or something, I'm sure she didn’t mean to start a fight.”
Katsuki scowled. “I really don’t give a fuck.”
The girl seemed to relax at that, which was not Katsuki’s intention. She wanted her to get lost for fuck’s sake.
“Why the fuck are you in my house.”
“Uh… I just said I came to apologize?”
“For your mom?”
“... yeah.” The redhead stared at her for a few moments. “By the way, what a coincidence that the hot drummer girl who duetted me lives next door.”
Katsuki practically choked on her spit. “Get out.”
“What! I literally just got here!”
Katsuki couldn’t believe this idiot. “You were uninvited, Shitty Hair. Now leave.” Plus the shameless flirting, but that was left unsaid. She got up to slam the door in her face.
“Wait wait!” The girl yelled, “I’m not finished!”
Katsuki stopped. “The fuck? You did your dumbass apology. You’re done.”
“Join my band!” She rushed.
“No.”
She slammed the door shut.
***
Eiko walked into advisory just slightly early on the first day of school. She was still in the same school, as she didn’t really move that far, so she was excited to see which of her friends were in her class, and in order to sit by them, they had to show up early. Scanning the desks, she spotted the bright pink hair of Mina first, then Sero’s iconic mullet, then… wait.
“Blondie?” She gawked. The hot drummer was not only now her neighbor, but in her class? She made a mental note to thank the universe.
Mina rushed up to her. “Who’s blondie? Wait… that Bakugou girl?”
As much as Eiko loved Mina’s energy, her loudness would be the death of her; because of course the hot blonde drummer girl looked up at the sound of her name, and of course she groaned at the sight of Eiko’s shit eating grin.
Eiko plopped her backpack down at the seat behind Mina’s, conveniently to the right of the blonde’s.
“Nice to see you too!” Eiko teased as she let out an even more obnoxious groan. “You didn’t tell me your name before. Something Bakugou, right?”
Blondie grimaced. “No.”
“Liar!” Mina shrieked from her desk. “Katsuki Bakugou, age 16, drummer and resident asshole.”
Eiko barked a laugh at Katsuki’s disgusted face.
“Tell her my social security number too, while you're at it!” She yelled. “I don’t even know you, raccoon eyes.”
“Okay A, that’s common information and B, you’re wearing just as much, actually scratch that, more eyeliner than me so you have no room to talk.”
Eiko simply laughed harder when Katsuki slid her hands down her face and slumped so far down into her chair that she couldn’t see over her desk.
“So now that you’ve had time to think about it...” Eiko leaned over to peer down at Katsuki, “Join my band?”
“Fucking no.”
*
Eiko and Denki were in the same science class third period, so they set off to find Hanta together when lunch began.
“Ah! There he is!” Denki shouted with his hands cupped around his mouth, grabbing the attention of Hanta who was obviously trying to hit on some freshman girl. Eiko snickered at Denki’s successful cock block.
The two jogged over to the wall Hanta was leaning against. “Stop scaring the freshman, piss hair.” Hanta mocked.
“Oh you’re one to talk!” Eiko interjected, motioning to the girl who was now standing there awkwardly. “I’m sorry about him, it’s not very manly ” She elbowed him in the gut, “to hit on freshman girls.”
“Yeah Hanta, it’s not manly .” Denki said, smacking the beanie off the taller boy’s head.
“You, Denki Kaminari, are not one to talk!” She said with mock anger in her tone. She turned back to the girl with a sly grin. “Sorry about them. By the way, that messy bun really suits your face.”
“Ei you useless lesbian!” Denki shrieked, slapping her shoulder.
“I- I should really go catch up with my friends.” The girl said before scurrying away.
“Call me!” Denki shouted.
“You guys, I think we terrified her.” Hanta wheezed, causing Eiko and Denki to double over in laughter as well.
“We’re terrible, oh my god.” Eiko laughed, wiping a tear from her eye. She quickly regained her composure as they began walking towards the garden to eat. “Oh yeah! I know who our drummer is going to be!”
Hanta rolled his eyes with a smile. “What, you found someone better than that drummer on TikTok you were gushing over?”
Eiko blushed. “Actually… She's kind of my new neighbor. And kind of is in my class.”
Denki stopped in his tracks. “I only know of one girl drummer in your class. Please tell me it’s not-”
“-Katsuki Bakugou?” She interrupted, “Yes, yes it is.”
“Dude! That girl is unhinged!” He gawked.
“Bro, I heard she steals lollipops from little kids.”
Eiko rolled her eyes. “You guys are so weird. She’s fine, just a little rough around the edges is all, but I’m working on it! I promise I’ll get her to join by the end of August.”
Hanta put a hand on her shoulder. “Bro. We know you have a giant lady boner for her but you’re crazy.”
“What he said! And I like everyone.” Denki added.
“Screw you guys, I’ll go find her right now.”
“No the fuck you won’t!” Denki laughed in disbelief.
“Yes I will. Because I know exactly where all hot antisocial people eat lunch. Good day, gentlemen.”
“What happened to bros before hoes?” Denki shouted after her as she made her way to the stairs.
“I know you did not just call Katsuki Bakugou a hoe.”
Eiko snickered. “It’s for the band! Now stop being all butthurt!”
“You just want to f-” Eiko heard Hanta’s hand slap over the artificial blonde’s mouth.
*
Low and behold, the explosive blonde was leaning against the fence with earbuds in, looking at the sky and unbothered by all the sweaty boys playing basketball across the rooftop. Eiko sat down beside her, breaking the blonde from her trance.
“The fuck? What do you want? How’d you find me?” She yelled.
Eiko shrugged, “Lucky guess. Whatcha listening to?”
Katsuki made a show of turning her volume all the way up, then flipping Eiko off. She just laughed in return.
“No Surprises? Radiohead? You okay?” She teased as she looked over the blonde’s shoulder.
“Holy shit just because someone listens to Radiohead doesn’t mean they’re depressed. Now fuck off.”
“Hey I love Radiohead!” Eiko put her hands up defensively. “And no, I won’t be fucking off until the bell rings.”
Katsuki’s head fell to the side to face Eiko, an overly miserable expression on her face, which quickly hardened into a glare. “What do you want from me?”
Eiko matched her challenging eyes, and she realized they shared the same fiery red irises. “Join. My. Band.” She said with a smirk.
“I. Said. No.” Katsuki mimicked. Eiko threw her head back against the fence and groaned.
“Why?”
“I don’t need to give you a reason, Shitty Hair.”
“Shut up, people love my hair. And yes you do.”
“Fuck you, no I don’t.”
Eiko stuck her tongue out and joined Katsuki in staring at the sky. That got boring quickly so she looked at the basketball guys instead. That was gross so she found herself staring at Katsuki, of course. Her sandy blonde hair seemed to stick out in every direction, only going down to around mid-neck. Her bright red eyes were surrounded by smudged eyeliner and god did she look good in it. Eiko then realized that she would get caught staring if she kept it up, so their shoes it was. Katsuki wore combat boots with orange accents, and baggy green cargo pants. She made a mental note that this girl was most definitely gay.
Her black backpack was left unzipped, a binder sliding out with some pens and… a pack of cigarettes. Huh.
“Light me one.” Eiko said.
“The fuck?” Eiko nodded to the pack resting on top of her binder within her bag. “Oh. Fuck. Don’t snitch.”
Eiko grinned. “I won’t if you light me one.”
Katsuki glared. “You little shit. How ‘bout if you snitch I bash in that pretty little face of yours?” Eiko grabbed one from the pack and lit it with her crimson riot lighter, one of her most prized possessions. She giggled, blowing smoke into the blonde’s face.
“Aw, you think I’m pretty?” And she’d be damned if that wasn’t a blush on Katsuki’s cheeks. Katsuki snatched the cigarette from her hand and inhaled, then exhaled with a huff.
“You’re ugly as shit.”
Eiko laughed, taking the cigarette back. “No take backs! It’s okay, you’re really pretty too. You’re also hot. And cute.”
“I’m not fucking cute!”
“You totally are. By the way, that was an indirect kiss.”
Katsuki fake-barfed. “Stop making everything gay, shithead! Fuck off!”
“You’re the one who made it gay! I just pointed it out!”
“Bullshit, Hair for Brains. Now get out of my face.”
“Not until you agree to join my band.”
“I’m not agreeing to shit. Your band’s ass anyways.”
Eiko rolled her eyes, “You haven’t even seen us play before.”
“You don’t have a drummer, therefore it’s ass.”
“That’s why I’m asking you, idiot!”
Katsuki shoved her. “I’m not a fucking idiot, idiot!”
“Then you’d join our band!”
Katsuki groaned. “Your hair’s shitty!”
“That’s your comeback?” Eiko laughed, taking another drag from the cigarette.
“So is your band!”
“You’re the one who duetted my TikTok! Obviously you think I’m good.”
“I duetted it so I could prove I’m better . And I did. It got more views and likes than yours.”
“Bullshit, it’s even. And I’m not only a kickass guitarist, but a singer too.”
Katsuki’s irritated face faltered to interest for a split second, but then she was back to yelling.
“I don’t care! You ruined my peaceful lunch, like hell i’m joining your wack ass fucking ass band.”
Eiko barked a laugh. “Oh, but you will join my wack ass fucking ass band!”
“Make me.”
God, did Eiko love challenges.
“Come over today then.”
“No way, asshat.”
“Pussy.” Eiko sang, and Katsuki’s eyes snapped back towards the red head as she took another drag of the cigarette.
“I’m not a fucking pussy.”
“Then come over and let me play you a song. I’m hanging out with some friends until five-ish, but after that I’m all good. But if you’re too pussy…”
“I said I’m not a pussy.”
Eiko smiled and stood up, snuffing the cigarette out with her shoe. “Looking forward to it blondie!”
***
This bullshit ass fucking ass stupid ass motherfucker somehow roped Katsuki into knocking on her door at eight at night. Katsuki was no pussy though, so she stuck to her word. Not that she ever explicitly agreed to be there, but Katsuki never backed away from a challenge.
The door opened to said stupid ass motherfucker’s shit eating grin, and Katsuki instantly regretted coming.
“Blasty! You came! You had me worried there, I thought you weren’t going to show.”
“Shut the fuck up. What do you want from me?”
Eiko nodded inside her house. “Come on in.”
All of the furniture had been set up, but boxes were still stacked up in the corners of each room. She followed the red head into the kitchen, which had peachy marble tiles on the floor and countertops. Eiko opened the fridge and inspected it.
“Want a drink or something?” She offered.
“What do you even have?”
“Uh let’s see… We have like one Ramune, four beers, a box of LaCroix, some cherry jello, apples, peaches, carrots… half a bottle of champagne from the Kano family across the street, some-”
“Just give me a LaCroix.” Katsuki said, rolling her eyes.
“Okay!” Eiko grabbed two, then guided Katsuki back to the front of the house, up the stairs, then down the hall to the right. “Bienvenidos a mi cuarto... Where the magic happens.” She shot Katsuki a wink.
“You have the time to learn spanish and yet you’re still shit at vocab?”
Eiko face palmed herself. “Ugh, I forgot you’re in my third period class. That’s embarrassing.”
Eiko’s room had a lot going on, but in a way Katsuki enjoyed, not that she would ever admit it. Her bed was in the far right corner of the room, with a grey bedspread with countless blankets and pillows on top. Beside it, right in front of Katsuki, was an amp that also functioned as a bedside table. The wall behind it, to Katsuki’s right, was painted a dark grey as well, covered in blank CDs and a large tapestry of the moon. On the opposite side of the room was a small red couch below three windows, a guitar and a pile of journals scattered on top of it. Eiko’s desk sat at the far left corner of the room, posters littering the wall except for where three more windows rested. On top of the desk sat a record player and a laptop with a red case. Directly to the left of the door Katsuki was standing in was an electric and bass guitar hanging from the wall.
“You sure decorated fast.” Katsuki mumbled.
“Yeah, I mean, we’d be done with the rest of the house by now but my mom’s been working like crazy and by the time she’s home, she’s conked out.”
Katsuki hummed in acknowledgement.
“Anyways… want to hear a song?” Eiko asked, picking up her guitar and sitting on her bed.
“You’re not going to let me say no, are you shitface?”
Eiko grinned. “Nope!”
Katsuki sighed and joined her on the bed, leaning against the window pane.
“Any requests?”
Katsuki racked her brain for a decent song. “Uh… Where is my Mind?”
“Ooh ok yeah, I know that. Should I do it on the electric? I’m pretty sure I have the right pedal.”
“Do whatever, Hair for Brains.”
Eiko jumped up and put her acoustic guitar back on the couch, trading it for her red Fender. She hung it from her shoulder as she crossed the room and rummaged through her desk to grab a cord and pedal. Once it was all plugged in and turned on, she grinned at Katsuki.
“That’s a nice fuckin’ guitar.”
“Thanks! Denki, Hanta and my mom all chipped in to get it for my birthday. The bass was my grandpas, then my dad’s, and well… mine now of course.”
Katsuki had guessed her dad was out of the picture. She didn’t know why, and frankly she didn’t care enough to be an insensitive little shit and pry.
Eiko grabbed her pick and began to sing.
“Ooh-”
“Stop.” Katsuki said, going along with the song. Eiko smiled at her as she began strumming the guitar, clicking the pedal when the guitar changed.
“With your feet on the air and your head on the ground,” She sang. Her voice was steady and smooth, just the right amount of raspy and Katsuki had to fight back a smile as she sang the ‘ooh’s in the background.
“Try this trick, and spin it, yeah.” Eiko sang, smiling at Katsuki’s participation.
“Your head will collapse, but there’s nothing in it, and you’ll ask yourself,”
She turned the pedal off for the chorus. “Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Where is my mind?”
Boy did Katsuki wish she had a drumset with her. Did she want to show off a little? Of course she fucking did, but more than that, she knew they’d sound great together. Not just mixing the two audios, but together . Katsuki sounded fucking incredible on her own, Eiko’s skill pretty much matched hers, but together they’d be unstoppable.
Eiko bowed dramatically upon finishing the song, and Katsuki nearly clapped in her trance.
Laughing, Eiko elbowed her arm. “Didn’t know you could sing, Kit-Kat.”
“The fuck did you just call me? And I can’t, thank you very much.”
Eiko gaped. “Who are you? You never lie about your talents!”
“You barely know me!”
“Which is saying something. Honestly Blasty, why are you so good at everything?”
She shrugged, averting her eyes to the bass hanging on the wall across from her.
“It’s not fair.”
“You’re… okay too. I guess.” She mumbled, glaring at the floor.
She glanced to her side when Eiko started snickering. “That sounded painful.”
“Shut the fuck up dickwad! I don’t say shit I don’t mean and I respect talent when I fucking see it. Don’t go around thinking I tolerate you or some shit.”
The red head gasped dramatically. “You totally like me! The Katsuki Bakugou not only tolerates, but enjoys me! What a momentous occa-”
Katsuki smacked her on the head. “I literally just said the exact opposite.”
“Okay, fine, whatever you say Kit-Kat. Will you join the band now?”
“I don’t even know anything about your shitty band!” Katsuki shouted, falling on her side. Eiko leaned her guitar against the amp to lie down beside Katsuki.
“Oh you want to know about us first, okay!” Katsuki groaned from beside her. “Well, I’m the singer and rhythm guitarist.”
“Thought you’d be lead.”
“Aw, that’s sweet. Denki’s also crazy skilled at the guitar, plus I’m already the lead singer, so we felt like it just kind of balanced out.”
“The fuck is Denki?”
“Ah. Yellow hair with a lightning bolt? Hits on girls a lot? He’s in our math class.”
“Ah. Dunce face, Pikachu, Piss Hair. Got it.” Katsuki smirked at her variety of mean names.
Eiko laughed at this, of course. “Yeah him. Then Hanta’s on bass. He’s also mad talented, and he’s pretty chill and easy going.”
“I don’t know who the fuck you’re talking about.”
“He’s hella tall and has a sexy grown out mullet. His eyes make him look high all the time.” Eiko chuckled.
“Tape Face. Saw him put tape on his nose in science.”
“You sure put a lot of effort into not remembering people’s names. It’s almost admirable.”
“Shut it, Shitty Hair.”
“Eiko Kirishima, I know you know it.”
“Shitty Hair.”
She rolled her eyes with a smile. “You’re impossible. Anyways, the band’s name is Riot with an exclamation mark at the end. We practice together every once in a while, and we each write our own songs, but never really as a band. Because we really need a drummer, you know?”
Katsuki huffed. “I’ll… think about it. Or whatever.”
Eiko’s head jerked towards Katsuki. “Forreal?”
“Shut up. But… change the name. It’s overused.” Katsuki got up from the bed.
“But I love it!”
“So does, like, every other band out there. Let me know when you have something decent.”
Eiko sat up to face her. “Then you’ll join?”
“...No. Maybe. But no.” She left the room and shut the door, but Eiko’s soft cheers didn’t go unheard.
*
She had been dragged out of her cave of romance manga, drumming and documentaries by her insufferable cousin, yet again. Twice a year they visited from across the country, and Katsuki would have to share a fucking bed with Camie and listen to her ramble on about pointless drama.
Look, Katsuki loved this bar. It was easy to sneak into with a fake ID, and always had the best bands playing, but she didn’t like the fact that she was brought here against her will. Camie had gone off to order some drinks for the two, and probably flirt with the bartender who was about as receptive as a fucking brick wall.
On stage was a duo, a blonde girl on guitar and vocals, and some guy in a wood grain patterned outfit on drums. They were decent, but a bit too pop-ey for Katsuki’s taste. Camie was in her element though.
“C’mon let’s dance!” She shouted over the music, two martinis in hand.
“No fucking way.” Katsuki shouted back.
“Fine then, no martini for you. I shouldn’t be getting my little cousin alcohol anyways.”
“You are eight fucking months older. Hand it over.”
She rolled her eyes and handed one to Katsuki. The two took a seat at a table, farther away from the speakers. “You have to like, dance with me later though.”
“You’re insufferable.”
Camie rolled her eyes. “So what’s new? Any tea?” Katsuki raised her upper lip in disgust.
“Ugh. Just tell me if you’re into a guy so I can move on with my life.”
“Fucking no. Never.”
Camie raised her eyebrows as she sipped her martini. “So… a girl?”
She did not think of Shitty Hair. No, nope. Absolutely not. She did however choke on her martini, which really got Camie interested. For fucks sake.
“Oh my god you totally are! Tell me all about it.” She cheered, leaning on her elbows.
“No, I’m not.”
“You so are. Is she hot? Have you guys… done anything?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
Katsuki almost choked again at the thought of… nevermind. “Holy shit Camie no! There is no one!”
She shook her head disapprovingly. “Still denying it I see.” She downed the rest of her martini in record speed. “Let’s do shots!”
This girl was giving her whiplash. But if it meant no more stupid questions, she was down to get wasted.
Katsuki was about five shots in, but honestly she had lost track, when she saw the poster.
!!!Battle of the Bands!!!
October 20
!!!Sign up now!!!
Call XXX-XXX-XXXX
So, of course she ripped it off the wall and shoved it in her pocket.
“What’s that?” Camie asked, looking over her shoulder.
“Issa sign up sheet for some fucking band battle thing.” Katsuki slurred.
“You’re in a band?” She asked, handing Katsuki another shot. They threw it back in unison.
“No?” Katsuki replied as if she had just said the stupidest thing on earth. Camie laughed. “Eiko is. Fuckin’ dumbass.”
Camie raised an eyebrow. “Eiko?”
“Yes you fuckin’ bimbo, Eiko motherfuckin’ Kirishima.” Katsuki slurred, leaning on her for support as they danced to the shitty pop music.
“Jeez, you’re such a lightweight. Is Eiko the one who’s got you all worked up?”
And Katsuki really should have seen this coming. Get the lightweight drunk, get the answers. But her brain was a little too foggy and everything was a little too funny to realize Camie’s evil plan.
“Camie she’s like… a real good singer. And she plays guitar. And bass. She’s like… better.” She said with a dopey grin that she couldn’t control.
“Oh my god what a Katsuki thing to say. Better than what?” She laughed.
“Better than you and better than that emotionally stunted half-n-half bar tender, that’s for fuckin’ sure.” Katsuki giggled.
“Damn bestie I got you mad drunk.”
“Camie… am I gay?” She asked, clinging onto her tank top. Tears began to pool in her eyes.
Camie laughed harder than Katsuki’d ever seen. “Shit Kat, I think you’re a bit past that point!” Katsuki began to laugh hysterically with her. “Your drunken mood swings are giving me whiplash, girl.”
“You’re fucking drunk too, asshole!” The asshole just laughed. And then Katsuki was thinking about Eiko again. “I think she- do I like her Camie?”
“Bestie… I think you know the answer.” She started laughing again. “Shit, sorry, this is like, the only time I think I’ve ever seen you into someone. I gotta meet this girl!”
Katsuki was impulsive, she knew this. Even her horoscope felt the need to rub it in on the daily. Drunk Katsuki was even worse. She grabbed Camie by the wrist and dragged her out of the bar.
“Kat! Girl! Fam! Where the fuck are we going?” She screeched as they neared the end of the block.
“Eiko’s. Obviously.”
Camie broke into a grin and started running in the direction of Katsuki’s street. It was fucking cold, almost midnight, and kind of sketchy, but neither of the blondes cared.
They arrived at Eiko’s front door panting, out of breath, but with smiles on their faces. Katsuki grabbed Camie and led her to the backyard, and pointed at Ei’s window. A soft glow shone through the window, most likely from a computer screen, proving the red head was awake. Katsuki looked around for a good throwing rock, finding one right by a flower pot.
“Bestie you’re gonna break the window with that.” Camie laughed, grabbing the rock. Katsuki snatched it back.
“Don’t tell me what to fuckin’ do! And I’m not your damn bestie!”
“Shut up you drunkard, she’ll hear us!”
“Is that not the point?” Katsuki got ready to chuck the rock.
“You’re gonna get us sued with that thing! Put it down!”
“She’s almost as fuckin’ dumb as you, she won’t hear it unless I use this one!”
“Who- Blasty? Is that you?” A voice whispered from above, which Katsuki immediately recognized.
“Uh…”
“Who is that?”
“Uh…”
“Hey girly! I’m Camie Utsushimi. Her cousin. Sorry, she’s drunk.”
“Oh, okay. Makes sense.” She laughed.
“You’re fuggin’ drunk too you bastard!” Katsuki slurred. “Hi Eiko.” She said, her tone switching from angry to endearing in record time.
Eiko blushed enough to see in the dark. “H- Hi Katsuki. I freaking knew you knew my name.”
“I’ve heard like, so much about you it’s crazy.” Camie said.
“You guys can come up if you want.” Eiko chuckled. “Key’s in that rock, actually.”
Katsuki stared at the rock, dumbfounded, until she spotted the latch to open it and get the key. She struggled unlocking the door a bit, but eventually she and Camie made their way inside, through the kitchen, up the stairs and into Ei’s room.
Katsuki immediately flopped onto her bed, right next to where she was sitting.
“Shitty Hair.”
“I’m not responding to that anymore.” She said, smirking. She looked hot. What the fuck, why did Katsuki just think that.
“Ei.” Katsuki sang, and she liked the way the nickname rolled off her tongue. She didn’t miss the way Ei’s eyes widened for a split second, how her ears flushed pink. “Gotchu something.”
“Oh really?” She grinned, brighter than the sun. Katsuki fished through her back pocket and grabbed the crumpled up poster, trying to flatten it out on Ei’s thigh before she handed it over.
“Y’all are cute.” Camie commented from across the room, turning both girls into blushing messes.
“Oh my god you can’t just say that!” Katsuki shouted, chucking a throw pillow at her.
“Battle of the Bands? Where’d you get this?” Ei asked, excitement bubbling out of her.
“She saw it at the bar and just snatched it. I asked if she was in a band and she was all ‘no but Eiko is’ and I was like ‘who’s Eiko lol’ and here we are.”
“Katsuki… you do realize we still need a drummer, right?”
Camie shrieked from her spot on the couch. “Kat! You didn’t say she needed a drummer!” She turned to the red head. “She’s a drumming prodigy, I swear!”
Ei sighed. “I know. I’ve been trying to get her to join but she’s hella stubborn.”
“Ugh… you guys are so fucking annoying. Fine , I’ll do it.”
Eiko looked fucking dumbfounded. “You’ll- You’ll join the band? Just like that?”
“Yeah, sure, whatever.”
“Wait no! You’re drunk!”
“Shitty Hair I don’t say shit I don’t mean!”
“Okay fine! I’m still going to ask you again once you’re sober.” She smiled. Katsuki couldn’t fight the smile on her face either. Red eyes met red and Katsuki found herself getting lost in them, in every freckle on her nose and dip of her cupid’s bow. Ei had very kissable lips, why hadn’t sober Katsuki realized that yet?
“Yo, hate to ruin the moment, but Kat’s gotta crash here unless she wants a good beating from her mom.”
Ei grimaced and Katsuki’s face fell.
“Yeah, it’s okay. What about you?” The red head replied.
“I’ll go back and tell ‘em she’s here and all that. I’m less drunk and better at hiding it anyways.”
“Okay.”
“Thanks fam. Gotta go now though.”
Katsuki cringed. “Don’t say that shit.”
“Nice meeting you Ei. G’night Katsuki.” She sang from the doorway, closing it behind her.
Katsuki watched as Ei fished for some pajamas in her closet, throwing them at Katsuki’s face once she’d found some. Katsuki quickly changed into them and got under the covers without thinking. She was so tired. The bed was so soft, and the sheets smelled like lavender and cigarette smoke, which in Katsuki’s book, was incredible. The mattress dipped as Ei got in, turning off her lamp.
“Night Kit-Kat.” She whispered. Tired, drunk, and touch starved, Katsuki hummed in response before turning around to wrap her arms around Ei’s torso. The girl went stiff, but slowly melted into the touch, right when Katsuki drifted off to sleep.