《Bakugou Katsuki x reader one shots》Short Band AU
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Bakugou bangs on his drums hard as his music blares throughout the whole house.
(Y/n) wondered if their neighbors would complain soon.
The blonde squeezes his eyes closed as he plays.
The wife watches from the doorway. She didn't like interrupting her husband, especially when he was like this.
The song he's listening to and playing are the same, what people used to call punk rock or alternative.
Fall Out Boy, Black Veil Brides, Sleeping With Sirens.
Bands like that.
Lately Katsuki has been playing more, louder and harder.
(Y/n) tried to confront him about it but he ignored her.
Eijiro and Denki came a few times a week to practice. They noticed his behavior too.
She was about to knock but she overheard them talking about it.
"Hey dude what's wrong?"
"Nothing Dunce Face."
"Come on bro. We know something is bothering you."
"Shut up shitty hair. It's nothing."
"Don't lie to us! Is it the band, the fans maybe?" The redhead questions.
Bakugou remains silent. "It's not that." He finally whispers. "It's (Y/n). And I guess the fans too. She's been getting a lot of hate lately. She won't admit it and I don't wanna blow up on our fans. I just don't really know how to handle the situation without making it worse ya know?"
"Oh damn. I'm sorry bro."
"I've been so frustrated and I've been taking it out on my drums...and the sticks. (Y/n) just bought me three new sets."
"Damn Bakugou. Has she said anything?"
"She tries but I keep blowing her off." The blonde responds.
"Dude you can't push her away. She'll worry and making her worry isn't manly."
"Right? Denki gets it."
"Whatever extras."
"I'm sure you'll figure something out Bakubro."
She decided to stop eavesdropping and knock on the partially open door. "I brought some brownies."
"You're the best (Y/n)." The redhead and lightning boy say in unison and grab one right away.
The woman sets the plate down on the table nearby.
"Thanks babe." Katsuki whispers.
She smiles softly and kisses his cheek. "I love you."
"Lucky. You have the best girlfriend Bakugou." Denki complains.
The drummer smirks. "I know."
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