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Kyouka drummed her fingers on the side of her thighs. She could hear the crowd in the theatre, loud and clear. They were singing along to some song, but the sheer volume made it hard for her to discern what song it was. This wasn’t her first time on tour, and definitely wasn’t the first time she had performed in front of a crowd, but she couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous.
Her band was the opener for this tour, accompanying one of their close friends, Deku. She liked to think that her band was pretty well-known, but she always worried about performing to a dead crowd who didn’t know any of their songs, or worse, didn’t care about their set.
Katsuki elbowed her in the ribs while she was lost in thought. “Oi, that’s our cue. Look alive, Ears.”
Kyouka rolled her eyes and heaved herself off the couch that she had basically molecularly bonded to as soon as they got off rehearsals. Deku poked his head out of his waiting room, a crinkled water bottle that he had presumably been using as a microphone in his hand.
“Good luck, guys!”
“Don’t need it, shitty nerd.”
Their instruments were already on stage, Kyouka just had to play and sing and hype up the crowd for the real act. The band gathered backstage, where the cheers of the audience rang loud and clear through their in-ears. The volume made Kyouka’s head spin for just a second, as it always did.
The lights dimmed to black on stage and the audience screamed. The six of them did their little cheer before running onto stage, mostly undetected by the people in the crowd. Kyouka adjusted the mic stand, and slung her guitar strap around her neck as the lights illuminated the stage with a light purple glow.
Katsuki started off the song on his drums, and the crowd went crazy. All of Kyouka’s worries and anxieties faded away in five seconds. She was a musician; this was where she was at her strongest, the stage.
She beamed through their set, because at least 75 percent of the crowd seemed to actually know their songs, and were singing along. And then something, no, someone caught her eye.
Why was Todoroki here? Kyouka fumbled a note on her bass from fixating on the boy, his figure pressed into the barricade, face set in a small smile. He was one of Deku and Katsuki’s closest friends, and Kyouka had heard that he was fucking busy. She wondered how he had the time to make it to a concert. She also wondered who the girl next to him was.
Kyouka knew that Todoroki had an older sister, but this girl definitely wasn’t the Fuyumi Todoroki she had heard of. This girl had silky black hair that cascaded past her shoulders and dark brown eyes that were open wide in awe. Her outfit made Kyouka think that she had just gotten off of work. She was wearing a loose white blouse under a bright red blazer that blended in when the red lights announced the start of a new song, an angrier one.
Kyouka messed up a lyric this time, but laughed it off. She could feel Katsuki’s glare on the back of her head. Oops.
The crowd cheered as the band ran offstage, waving and blowing kisses in their direction as they did so.
“Did you get distracted by another pretty girl?”
“…Yea.”
The whole crew gathered on the stage after everyone in the audience had filtered out. Theatre staff milled around busily, cleaning the stage and hauling instruments back into their tour vans.
Kyouka sat up, suddenly remembering the girl she had seen with Todoroki. “Hey, Izuku, do you know about the girl that Todoroki brought with him today? That’s not his—”
“Half-and-half, where the fuck did you come from?” Katsuki said, whipping around to face Todoroki, who was smiling slyly down at Katsuki. Todoroki looked quite pleased at himself, seeing how Katsuki had jumped.
The girl.
She never got to get a good look at her because she was trying to focus on her set, but god, she was pretty.
“Ah, I just came to say hi. And to also introduce my friend. She works in this area.”
Katsuki glanced at Kyouka.
“You guys should probably know her. Pretty famous model.”
The girl flushed. “I’m really not that famous! I really don’t think they know who I am, Sho,” she said. “Anyways, I’m Momo Yaoyorozu! A pleasure to meet you all.”
“Holy shit, I need your number.”
Momo turned to look at her, confused. She clapped a hand over her mouth; Kyouka hadn’t meant to let that slip.
“Ah, sorry. It’s just that, I’m a big fan of yours,” Kyouka said. It was only half-a-lie, she had seen Momo in a few VOGUE editorials over the years. “And I thought this would be my chance to finally get your number.”
Momo’s jaw dropped the slightest, her mouth forming a small ‘o’ as she flushed a deeper red.
“Oh. Oh, of course!”
Sometimes, silence hurt Kyouka’s ears more than noise. But she had someone’s number now. That made up for it, she thought.