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3rd POV(Shouta)
Shouta was sitting in his sleeping bag on the roof like he always did on Fridays, the day one of his best friends, and lovers, died. It comforted him, in a way, and Hizashi knew not to interrupt him up here- they had different days that they visited this rooftop.
Out of nowhere, someone appeared at the edge. It was too late to tell who they were, with their back to Shouta and a hood covering their hair. The teacher was about to pick out his phone and call Nezu about an intruder, before said intruder sat down at the edge and pulled out a phone and a pair of earbuds.
Are they hacking into our system? No, they can't be. It's too strong. Shouta reasoned with himself, But why do they have a phone, then?
The underground hero was lost in thought until a voice pulled him out of his own mind.
"There's gotta be a reason that I'm here on Earth," the stranger started, "Gotta be a reason for the dust and the dirt," Shouta noted that their voice was strong and smooth, vaguely reminding him of someone, who, he didn't know.
"The changing of the seasons never changed my hurt, so what's it worth? What's it worth?"
The stranger reached up and tossed their hair, "Worth another shot of whiskey and another sip of gin."
Shouta watched as they stared up at the sky, "Another drop of poison that is slowly sinking in, if we're going down together, better take another hit."
The teacher frowned as the clouds rumbled, but he was expecting rain today anyways.
"We won't be here forever, so let's make the best of it."
Shouta could resonate with that. He'd always known he wouldn't last long, that was, until he had kids to think about.
So he listened as the stranger sung, emotion clear in their voice but the hero couldn't quite place what it truly was.
"Walking down to the burial ground with a sad song in his brain, General Cloud" what? "is an old man now, but it feels like yesterday..."
The clouds rumbled again, and Shouta felt a single raindrop fall onto his face, like the sky was crying. What for, he didn't know.
"He was on the front lines, stranded on the beach," another drop, then another, "Crawling to his best friends, floating in the sea, but he didn't make it, he still can't believe, how arbitrary fate is, he says-"
And the stranger launched themselves into the chorus once again, the rain growing stronger and stronger as more and more leaked into their voice. It was certainly odd to Shouta.
He listens once again, keeping himself as quiet as possible as the stranger's emotions effect his own.
Soon, the stranger pauses before continuing on to what the hero assumes is the second verse.
"He went down to his job in town, with a sad song in his heart," the rain slowed down slightly, "31 with a wasted dream to become a hero star."
Oh, they're a hero drop out? Is that why they're up here at UA? Shouta couldn't help himself from wondering.
"Living out a suitcase, serving at a bar," Yeah, working at bars was no fun, he could agree with that. "Saving up some pennies, working after dark, is he gonna make it? He still can't believe, how arbitrary fate is, he says-"
And again, the rain rose in tandem with the strangers voice as they sung the chorus, the pure emotion coming from them leaking out around the whole area, making Shouta almost sniffle. Almost.
They finished off the post chorus, before starting up once again, this time, with more emotion then ever.
"There's gotta be a reason I'm here on Earth, gotta be a reason for the dust and the dirt," He wondered if there were reasons too sometimes, in his darker moments. "The changing of the seasons never change my hurt, so what's it worth? What's it worth?".
Shouta actually sniffled as the stranger sung the next part, it hitting harder then it probably should have due to his own struggles with alcohol, "Worth another shot of whiskey and another sip of gin, another drop of poison that is slowly sinking in."
A crack of thunder roared as the stranger hit the final part of the chorus, "If we're going down together, better take another hit. We won't be here forever, so let's make the best of it."
And, slowly, the final post chorus was sung with the wind, the rain dying down until the only evidence it ever happened were the puddles. The stranger disappeared and left Shouta alone with a single thought.
Who was that?