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Assistant: Title: Sweat, Noise and You  (BkDk College AU)
        Author: s4lkqs00 s4lkqs00 
        Chapter: 1/9 
        Summary: Izuku Midoriya didn’t expect college to feel like this—loud nights, cheap tequila, shared bathrooms, and the constant, exhausting presence of Katsuki Bakugo.They’ve known each other forever, but something’s shifted. They don’t talk like they used to. Bakugo’s busy playing drums in a half-chaotic, half-hot band that somehow has a gig every week, and Izuku… well, he’s just trying to survive exams, moshing anxiety, and the way Bakugo’s eyes never leave him onstage.There’s tension. There’s heat. There’s history.And Izuku can’t tell if Bakugo’s just mad at the world or if he’s been playing every song for him.
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    Izuku POVI looked at myself in the mirror, playing with my eyebrow piercing.I wonder if I should’ve gotten it silver instead of black.I got it black because I felt it would match with my green… and, uh, Bakugo said black would look better.I sighed. I don’t know what to think of him. He makes me nervous.Things have changed since we started college. I’ve known him since I was a little kid and basically grew up with him. Everywhere I go, he’s there. And I don’t hate it. But he makes me feel like I’m too much of a burden.Well… he used to.We don’t really talk as much now that college has started, but I’m starting to realize he’s out of my world and I’m just a problem in his.I wouldn’t say I’ve had a crush on him, but I’ve definitely always liked him more than anyone else. And it’s affected my love life.Something about Bakugo just makes it hard for me to see others in a romantic light.I sighed again.“Yo, Deku, get out of the bathroom!” Denki yelled.I sighed louder. I hate that our bathrooms are connected.“Give me a second, man!” I yelled back, putting on Carmex and walking out.“What were you doing, taking a sh@t??” he laughed, heading into the bathroom.“Whatever, Denki,” I muttered, walking into the living room.“Okay, so are you coming?” Kirishima asked, already on the phone. He sat down next to me and threw his legs over mine.“Get off!” I yelled, and he giggled.“Yes, Mina. Denki and Bakugo are playing tonight.”I sighed. I don’t know why they’re having a gig on such a weird day. It’s Wednesday. We all have school in the morning, and I have a big exam. But I haven’t been to one of their performances yet. I’m not gonna lie, I’m scared of the moshing.Bakugo walked into the living room wearing a black wife beater and some baggy black cargo pants.“All black? Really, Bakubro?” I laughed.He shot me a sharp look.“Yeah. Why does it f@ck@n’ matter? And what’s funny, nerd?”“Kacchan, the joke was funny. Chill,” I said, scoffing.“That was a funny joke? You disappoint me,” he muttered, going to the fridge and grabbing a water.“I disappoint you? But you wearing all black knowing you’re gonna be sweaty doesn’t disappoint yourself? Right.”Denki walked out of the bathroom.“Burn! Oh, are we getting drinks after?” Kaminari came up to Kirishima and pushed his hair back. “Why didn’t you wear it down?” he asked.Kirishima shook his head. “Get off, loser.”“Deku, shut up. And yes, as a matter of fact, let’s take a shot right now.”“I’m in!” Kirishima said, jumping up and heading to the kitchen.“Just bring me a shot back,” I said, and Bakugo shook his head.“Get up, Deku.”I sighed. Always making me work for things.I dragged myself off the couch, grabbing a random hoodie off the armrest. It wasn’t mine—probably Kirishima’s. Red, warm, and soft. Whatever. I didn’t have the energy to dig through my laundry basket.The kitchen was already loud. Kaminari was playing music off his phone, something with heavy bass, and Kirishima was pouring cheap tequila into mismatched shot glasses.“I’m not doing more than one,” I said, holding up a finger.“Lame,” Denki grinned, sliding a shot across the counter to me.Bakugo was leaning against the fridge, arms crossed, head tilted down just enough that his bangs shadowed his eyes. He took the shot quickly and laughed.“Deku, can you handle that?” he asked.I bit my lip.F@ck.I took the shot. It burned, of course.Kirishima whooped. “LET’S GO. Let’s f@ck@ng shred tonight!”“You act like you’re on stage,” Bakugo muttered.Kiri laughed and nudged him. “We both know you’re the one who gets the crowd screaming.”Bakugo didn’t respond. He just turned and left the kitchen, boots heavy against the floor.It was hotter than I expected.The air smelled like smoke, cheap beer, and metal. Not awful, but kind of… gross. The stage was small, low enough that the crowd could lean against it. The room was already packed, people standing shoulder to shoulder, laughing, shoving each other, hyped up.“I’m not going near the front,” I told Kirishima as we stepped inside.“Chicken,” he smirked, but he didn’t push it. “You’ll hear fine from back here. Just don’t look away when he starts.”“I wasn’t going to,” I muttered, arms crossed.Then the lights dimmed.The crowd got loud. Really loud.The stage lit red first, then orange, and the band stepped out.Jirou took her spot by the mic, calm and cool. Sero slung his bass over his shoulder with a lazy grin. Kaminari stepped up front, flipping his hair and doing something stupidly dramatic with his pick.And thenBakugo.He didn’t walk. He stormed. Like the stage owed him something. Black wife beater clinging to his chest, black cargos slung low, drumsticks twirling in his fingers. His arms were wrapped in tape from wrist to mid-forearm, like he’d just come from a fight.He sat. Rolled his neck. Spun the sticks once.And then they started playing.I forgot to breathe.He was loud. Sharp. Angry. Beautiful. His whole body moved with the beat, sweat already beading at his hairline, shirt darkening along his back. The muscles in his arms shifted with every crash of the cymbals.He looked like he was breaking something but it was perfect.Then he looked up.Right at me.Right through me.And he didn’t look away.“Holy SH@T, THAT WAS AMAZING, BAKUBRO!” Kirishima yelled, pushing Bakugo.He scoffed. “F@ck off. Why are you acting like this is your first show?”I just stared at him.“Well, that was your best one, Bakugo,” Mina added, hugging Jirou. “You sounded amazing, hun.”Jirou laughed. “Thanks, Mina. I’m gonna head out. I am super duper tired.”“What?! You’re not gonna go to the bar with us?” Denki sighed.“Hell no,” she said, then looked at me. “Deku, did you enjoy it?”I looked at her and nodded, flustered and hot. “Um, yeah,” I said, smiling softly.Bakugo scoffed.“Shut the hell up. Don’t start that fake sh@t,” he muttered.I rolled my eyes. “What are you talking about, Kacchan?”“All right, I’m heading out before y’all blow up the place. Bye, guys,” Jirou said.“I’m coming with!” Mina called, following her out.“Bye, Mina! Bye, Jirou!” Sero waved.“There’s a bar across the street,” he added.Denki smirked. “Bring out the fake IDs!”Kirishima slapped his forehead. “You can’t f@ck@ng yell that, idiot.”Bakugo groaned. “Dumbass.”I sighed.Obviously, this was going to be a long night.'
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