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Katsuki has never been the type to adhere to a simple music taste.
Sure, he may seem like he belongs in the category of 'incoherent screaming and heavy drums pounding against your ears, aiming to achieve deafness for you and your unborn child'–but that's simply not true.
Okay, well, maybe, there are some songs that fit into the category. However , he likes a few other genres, like classical music.
He definitely fucks with the old shit–composers like Claude Debussy, Mozart, Beethoven, and many other well known favourites. A genre reserved for long study nights, to recharge his energy after dealing with the plebeians he calls his classmates.
He keeps these pieces tucked away in a playlist on Spotify to keep away from nosy little fucks . If his group of friends ( aka the idiot squad ) caught wind of his music tastes, well let’s just say there will be hell to pay. Really, the only ones who he thinks wouldn’t make a big deal out of it would be Ears and Shitty Hair. Ears is the most laid-back among the sorry excuses for human intelligence he calls friends, while Shitty Hair supports anything related to King God Explosion Murder.
The other three are just lost causes.
The all share one brain cell between the three of them, akin to the Three Musketeers: one constantly high, another who devoured Pinkie Pie’s cupcakes (along with the actual pony herself) , and the third who's just a complete dumbass.
Everyday there is always something new and idiotic with them. Today's shenanigans were sparked by a dare Dunce Face made to Tape Face: to swing around the school like Spider Man while being blindfolded and directed by said idiot.
More like a fucking untamed monkey on steroids oversaw by a braindead ringleader.
Racoon Eyes had a field day recording the whole catastrophe and laughing her ass off like a hyena. The whole stunt was later stopped by Four Eyes who looked like the stick up his ass was further up there today after witnessing the circus act these imbeciles performed. Kirishima with a sheepish grin on his face and his arms raised in a calming gesture, tried to placate Four Eyes through his millionth rant on “school safety”. While Jirou in the background held an amused glint in her eyes of the chaos unfolded before her.
Katsuki still doesn’t understand how in god's name he hasn't blasted them to kingdom come.
But don’t even get him started on fucking Deku .
Once Katsuki sits in his desk chair, he could hear the nerd gearing up his broccoli energy to wish him a good morning. It's a 50/50 chance for Katsuki to return the greeting (no kill kill energy with a simple grunt) or not (a lot of kill kill energy with an explosion).
It's tamer than it was compared to the start of the school year. It would be WWIII if Deku so much looked at him. However, according to the terms and conditions of peace unsaid between the two, ‘good mornings’ and shared group activities shouldn’t call upon world destruction. Plus with the shared knowledge of One For All, he can’t commit murder without the risk of destroying the sacred power and the fury of the past successors raining down on him. It would seem like an appealing idea if he doesn’t want to live past twenty.
But he could ensue other ways to announce his annoyance towards the rejected seaweed. Like taking his limited edition Silver Age All Might plush to his room, and keeping it there for a day and a half .
Heh, he’s pretty hardcore like that.
(He’s jealous he didn’t get one even when he sat at his computer for hours with his mouse hovering over the buy option.)
Which is why the classical music playlist comes into clutch . With its soothing, but sometimes catastrophic melodies, it transports a person's mind to a whole other world filled with vivid images and scenarios away from the fuckery called Katsuki’s life. Which then leads to the blissful silence of forgotten stresses, such as today.
However, Katsuki can’t enjoy his music because of the fucking remedial lessons RIGHT after school. It feels like the world is begging to be burnt by him, being placed with yet another group of idiots. This bunch includes a two-toned asshole with the emotional depth of a dead fish, a hyperactive golden retriever who never knows when to fucking stop , and the Gen Z-er who communicates exclusively through TikTok scripts.
Yeah, Katsuki has the best luck in attracting these sorts of “eccentric personalities”.
What’s worse is today’s lesson is baby-sitting whiny little brats . He already had to deal with the fuckmunches at school, why not add more shit to the fan.
Which leads to his current predicament of witnessing the most useless display of Gen Alpha intelligence.
“YOUR EYESHADOW IS AS BAD AS THE SMELLY ROTTING CHEETO DUST IN BETWEEN MY FINGERS.”
“NU–UHHHH, YOUR JUST JEALOUS THAT I HAVE THE IPHONE 15 PRO WHILE YOUR IPHONE 13 IS A HAND ME DOWN.”
“OH YEA? AT LEAST I HAVE MORE THAN 15 FOLLOWERS ON TIKTOK. NEWSFLASH AMANDA, PEOPLE DON’T FUCK WITH GATCHA ANYMORE–”
“OKAYYYY GIRLS, why don’t we like, talk about that one hottie everyone has been simping over?? Gojo right??” Camie, the voice of reasoning with her advanced knowledge in all things “hip and cool”, placates the two glitter hellspawns from hell with a soothing hand on each shoulder.
“Or or–what about music!! I have a few new personal favs I heard on TikTok!” With a flash, Camie pulls out her phone (full of charms that looked like they were vomited from a unicorn ) and starts playing random TikTok videos loudly to omit the exterior screams from the other gremlins.
Katsuki doesn’t expect much as this generation's first taste in music relied heavily on cocomelon . Daddy daddy, no fucking papa.
“Oiiii Blasty! Why don’t you show us the kind of music you listen to? By the emo attitude, I can totes tell you listen to My Chemical Romance”. Camie, with her creepy ass psychic ability knows when Katsuki is speaking shit in his mind–exclaims as she bats her lash extensions innocently.
The two other gremlins look towards Katsuki whispering loudly, “I bet he goes to Hot Topic just to bask in his mascara streaked face.”
Katsuki can feel the twitch in his eyebrow. The twitch of his fragile patience breaking into a million pieces.
“WHAT DID YOU FUCKING SAY YOU REJECT BUBBLE GUPPIES.” Screaming as he ran towards them with his fists raised.
However, in a blink of an eye, there was an obstacle in his way. “Bakugou, we can’t have Aizawa Sensei punish us if he learns you murdered a bunch of six year olds.” Todoroki says in a deadpan voice and puts himself protectively in front of the girls. Unimpressed by the display of fury from Class 1-A’s resident blasty boy.
He could hear all three girls swoon when their knight and shining armor came to their rescue.
Ugh
“Get out of my fucking way Half and Half before I bend you into a distorted pretzel.” he threatens with a sneer.
Camie perks up, “Mmm that sounds a bit sus Bakugou…I guess I have competition now” sighing dramatically, with her artificially long nails positioned above her forehead like the drama queen she is.
Katsuki looks mortified by the insinuated message.
“SHUT YOUR GLITTER CRITTER DUMBASS UP AND SHOVE YOUR CONSPIRACY THEORIES WHERE THE SUN DOESN'T SHIN–”
Camie doesn’t bat an eye and looks towards Todoroki.
“So like, what kind of music do you listen to Shouto? I bet it's something so refined for a dreamboat like you.” she winks suggestively, ( like a bug got into her eye) as she twirls her hair between a manicured finger.
Candy Cane contemplates for a moment with a far away look in his eyes and says, “Growing up, my father never allowed me to listen to music because–”
With a bang, a kid comes barreling into the man and screams, “KARMAS A BITCH, I SHOULD’VE KNOWN BETTER–” and proceeds to take Todoroki’s ‘five weenies’ and runs off like the little fucker he is.
For a moment, there was silence. Which was then quickly broken by an influx of hurried steps and ice left in the wake of where the Canadian Flag once stood, with the company of Katsuki’s inhumane cackles due to the absurdity of the situation.
After a few minutes from that cluster fuck, Camie goes back to nagging Katsuki about his music taste and forcing her own favorites onto him.
“Dude just hear me out about this one.” she begs him as she pulls up one of her TikTok videos playing overrated pop music at full blast.
“Hell no–IS THIS MOTHERFUCKING TAYLOR SWIFT ?? Why are you showing me a bitch that should’ve retired 10 years ago ? I thought you were better than this.” he grumbles as he looks at Camie’s phone with utter disgust .
“Hey now she’s released a few bangers recently, you're just a stick in the mud Kat.” snatching her phone back to her chest, looking offended by the sheer disrespect to one of her idols.
(In Katsuki’s opinion, the whole fanbase acts like a fucking cult and worships the Caucasian like an untouchable deity, similar to the grip old Caucasian middle age lady’s with a bad tan have on the ‘can I speak to your manager’ haircut) .
“The stick in the mud that will be shoved so far up you won’t be able to walk for da-”
“OKAY, what about my girl Laufey?? Her music is sooo magical, like Disney princess shit.” As she frantically shoves her phone in his face to show the artist.
He takes it from her hands ( I’m going to go fucking cross-eyed glitterpants ) and takes a moment to examine the features of the singer.
The picture of the singer, taken from her new Bewitched album, is enhanced with various warm colors and filters that accentuate her beauty. Her outfit gave her a sense of fragility, and a gentle look aimed towards the viewer in a soft light.
She’s not bad looking, nor doesn’t look like an annoying pansy like other artists he has seen.
But she looks like she makes kiss kiss fall in love music.
And Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t listen to kiss kiss fall in love music.
(Katsuki’s phase of Carly Rae Jepson's nightcore version ‘I Really Like You’ played on constant loop during his middle school days begs to differ.)
“No, I’m leaving if you try to force me to listen to another mid artist”. Katsuki begins to stalk away when he hears the telltale grating squeaky voices of the two forgotten demonic six year old's.
“Omg–how is he scared of a music artist ?” Thing One says to Thing Two with a mean smirk on her face.
“Right? How is he supposed to protect us from villains when he can’t listen to even a simple song? What a scaredy KAT .” snickering was exchanged between the two brats as they mock him behind his back.
Oh
Oh
He will not be owned by two six year olds .
Especially if they pick and eat their own boogers.
“WHO THE HELL IS SCARED OF WHAT YOU UGLY RATS?! I’LL SHOW YOU I CAN LISTEN TO ALL HER SHITTY ALBUMS–JUST YOU FUCKING WAIT.”
With a final growl he stalks away from the three and realizes what he signed himself up for.
He could hear Camie’s cackles filling the air like a cacophonic deranged symphony.
So here Katsuki sits in his room at 7:36 pm in front of his computer, YouTube opened on a new tab.
While most of his page is filled with most of his regular content of random workout videos and food tutorials, he still can’t believe he was dragged into this situation .
Moving his eyes away from the screen, he looks around his room for anything amiss. Taking in the gray and black color theme bedroom with a few colorful accents to add a bit of a more ‘homey’ feel to it.
(aka his All Might posters, All Might baby blanket, All Might house slippers, and Deku’s incriminating All Might Silver Age plush sitting innocently in the center of his sleek and soft black sheets.)
As the soft All Might plush stares back at Katsuki, he gets the sense that this won't be a simple listening session without repercussions.
He turns back to his screen and clicks on the search engine. He begins to type away, an action similar to writing his future will for the absolute fuckery he was placed in.
Once the page loads, he sees a few songs with a music video accompanying it. Most seem to carry the same themes from the picture he saw earlier. Soft and welcoming colors always surround the singer in an eternal halo light. However, one catches his eye by the name alone.
“ ‘Let You Break My Heart Again ?’ What kind of emo shit is this?” He grumbles as he further inspects the thumbnail.
Similar to his statement from before, paused in mid-song, the singer is perched on a chair with a guitar in hand, and displayed in a gentle relaxed position. Her outfit wasn’t much to consider, as it was a simple white dress with dainty jewelry adorning her figure. But in a weird and almost fitting sense, it still added an element of purity and innocence related to the title of the song.
Without another thought, Katsuki connects his headphones, clicks the video, and waits for it to load.
Tch, this better be fucking good or else Camie will see the wrath of my fist–
What cuts him off is the various images flashed across his screen with a symphonic sound of rising violins and cellos filled through his headphones.
It then cuts to a black screen with the simple words of ‘Laufey & Philharmonia Orchestra’ staring back at him. Then the first few notes of the song begin and he sits patiently for what’s to come.
The video cuts to Laufey herself with the words ‘Let You Break My Heart Again’ flashed across her person. The viewer is shown that the singer is the one playing the guitar, and as she slowly goes into her first verse, the other orchestral instruments begin to pick up.
‘Feeling kind of sick, tonight ’
‘All I’ve had is coffee, and left over pie’
‘It's no wonder, why’
As she sang, the video cuts to a few other people playing their respective instruments in tune with the song.
Katsuki has no words to describe the experience of hearing such an angelic and comforting voice. He is starstruck by the singer and her gentle like manner to convey the emotion of longing. Looking with wide eyes, he slowly sinks back into his chair and begins to hear the next verse.
‘Ooh, still you take up all my mind‘
‘I don’t even think that you care like I do’
‘I should stop, heaven knows I’ve tried’
Before, to Katsuki’s knowledge, he has never experienced what true love is. Growing up, he always thought loving someone was a form of weakness. Especially if he was to put himself into the hero business, he doesn’t want anything to hold him back from going all out. Most of his ‘friends’ from middle school had relationships and sometimes asked Katsuki for advice on their own issues. One, such a dumbass move if you expect the King God Explosion Murder to give you advice on love ? And two, why have a relationship if theres always fucking issues 24/7. Overall, Katsuki in general avoided love like the plague. Which then leads to him never experiencing the emotion itself.
But hearing this song, is somewhat helping him understand a perspective and consequence of love. He won’t say this outloud, but he is afraid of being vulnerable, especially to someone else. Afraid to be perceived as weak.
Katsuki’s thoughts are interrupted by the rising of orchestral instruments leading up towards the chorus of the song.
‘One day, I will stop falling in love with you’
‘Some day, someone will like me like I like you’
‘Until then, I'll drink my coffee, eat my pie’
‘Pretend that we are more than friends’
‘Then of course I'll let you break my heart again’
If Katsuki wasn’t entranced before, he sure definitely is fucking now.
Holy shit .
He could feel goosebumps running along his entire body. A thousand needles felt like they were stabbing at his heart from the raw emotion enabled by the enchanting melody. Even though the song conveys a sadness towards an ex significant other, he feels as if there is more to it than that. A somewhat hopeful feeling of falling out of love, and moving on. However, the dumb fuck of a guy reminds her of the simple things they used to do together. Such as that line of eating pie. Maybe they ate pie together every morning for breakfast, and casually spent their days planning for a future that was never meant to be. Which then brings her back to the same fucking spot she was left in before he left.
Again, holy fucking shit.
Why wasn’t he aware of this before?! How in his goddamn mind was he able to go about his days without experiencing the charm Laufey has in her songs, enabling a certain emotion within him he has never felt before?! He almost feels bad for the people unable to discover such life changing music. The instrumentals accompanied by her silky yet deep voice pulls him in and captures his full attention. Leaving the outside world as a mumbled scape, and transporting him into this dreamlike world created by the artist.
This feeling goes on as the song progresses with its multitude of clever camera work, capturing the gentle instrumentals when picked up at some points. Laufey herself kept singing and always kept Katsuki’s attention towards the subtle changes of different tones in her voice, always keeping him wanting for more.
Before he realized it, the song ended with a beautiful ending chord, and the screen turning black.
He stares into the dark void and slowly looks towards his ceiling.
He can feel the small prick of tears in his eyes from the emotional rollercoaster this woman placed in him. Not even My Chemical Romance made him shed emo tears.
Without thinking, he slowly maneuvered his mouse to a different song. This one is called ‘ Promise’.
This thumbnail had warm auburn colors adorning the background. With Laufey in the center and a similar white dress from the last video. No second thought in his mind, he clicks.
After the whole discography of Laufey’s music, Katsuki is on the floor curled up into a ball. Silently sobbing through his overwhelmed emotions caused by said singer.
Rubbing his nose with his hand, he looks up towards the All Might plush, and thinks.
Yup, I fucking knew there were going to be repercussions.