Runnin' with the devil

'Shouto starts to feel it-the hum in the air, the thrumming in the ground, mixing together inside him. One last person joins the band onstage. Shouto's stomach flips over.

This guy must be the drummer. He's got a riot of blond hair partially covered by a faded grey beanie. Multiple piercings in each ear. Black, low-slung jeans with ragged holes in the knees. Black, sleeveless Van Halen t-shirt, the standard Douchebag Cut, made for the gun show. This can be forgiven. His biceps beg to be put on display. It would be a crime to cover them.

Holy shit, Shouto is glad he came out tonight.

Oh, he thinks. "Is that Bakugou?"

"Yeah," Kirishima says, "that's Bakugou." '

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As the son of a huge rockstar, Shouto has grown up determined to escape being signed to his dad's record label. When he's accepted to a fine arts university to study the violin, three things become clear: he's free, he's tragically awkward, and he's thirsty as hell. Now that he can do whatever-or whoever-he wants, he doesn't know where to start. But when Bakugou Katsuki catches his eye from behind a drum set at a concert, Shouto starts to learn that making bad decisions can feel pretty damn good.