the only exception | bakugou katsuki

15 | mirthful embers

After Bakugou left her alone in the room, Yuna decided to look around the stage.

She stepped onto the stage with ease, casually peering over each instrument especially the drums. There seemed to be a pull around it which caused her to scrutinize them first, though the corners of her lips twitched upwards when she recalled on how Bakugou smashed them without a care, but the sense of thrill and adrenaline shimmering in his crimson eyes with a wicked grin was what brought out the best in his skills—it was like an instrument so chaotic was meant for him.

She couldn't help but laughed when she spotted pictures taped on the drums—the same green-haired guy she saw earlier. She doesn't know why, but she was sure this was something personal.

Yuna walked back, and without even noticing, she bumped into a guitar. A gasp almost left her lips, heart racing when she could have crashed it but it didn't. She got closer and noticed it was the same guitar she particularly picked for Jirou—the Epiphone and purple too, though it made her chuckle at the memory of the bunch in the music store.

A hum left her lips. She couldn't help but ponder—for the first time in a while, Yuna has friends. More than one friend. Someone other than Shiro and Bakugou. Although they weren't that close, she was thankful. Having someone she can always talk to was something she should always be thankful. She was thankful for Shiro. She was thankful for Bakugou—even though their interactions were eccentric.

Yuna then picked up Jirou's guitar carefully, slowly putting the strap on her shoulder and felt the strings with her fingers.

Her heart soared.

Holy shit. Her eyes widened and let out a breathy chuckle, smiling to herself. She had missed playing.

She then closed her eyes, took a deep breath and strummed.

Ah. The nostalgic sound of harmonious waves like a soft choir yet filled with a presence that leaves the muse in awe and satisfaction—a pure sound of reminiscing. It morphed her lips into the loveliest smile.

She then lets her fingers strum a chord or two, sitting on a stool behind her and immediately had a song in her head—that was when she started singing.

Recollections of her childhood came running back when she played a song for a show before it flashes back to the life-changing moment of her father smashing her gift with turmoil—the constant grief that had only kept everyone alive but her. Surprisingly, she didn't stop to do the same. To ruin her dreams. And she was glad that even after all these years, her fingers found their way back to where they truly belong—like a muscle memory lodged in the back of her head, finally rising to make its spotlight.

Yet, it also comes with the feeling she missed so much; contentment.

"I didn't know you can play and sing!"

Her fingers slipped up.

"Time-bomb? That's one of my favourite songs! I didn't know you're into that kind of music too!"

"Kaminari, please knock the damn door next time. I almost had a heart attack."

She had almost forgotten that they were gone for merely ten minutes which seemed short. Too short for her liking that she got caught in a situation like this and the embarrassing fact that a certain blond who came after Kaminari was smirking at the rosy-haired girl.

"Alright," Yuna puts back the guitar and crossed her arms. "How long have you been watching?"

"Erm.. a few seconds?" Kaminari sheepishly smiled.

"A few minutes actually," Kirishima grinned.

"I managed to record it though," Sero flailed his phone.