Male! Reader

Prompt - "Would you just shut up and kiss me already?" @ajbido

Quirk - Perfect pitch: can hear any note/song and play it back on any instrument or sing it with no professional training

Drawback - If you were to hypothetically mess up a note (accidental or purposefully) your ears start to bleed... a lot.

[WARNING: I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I AM DOING! u have ben warned...]

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You got on the stage and the lights blinded you. You were opening for an American band called Set It Off and even though you didn't know their music that well, what you had heard thus far had been pretty good and very in keeping with your band's style. You introduced yourselves and played the first note on your guitar. The rest was history.

JIRO'S POV

I stood and watched from the mosh pit as the opening group played their song. It really was a headbanger. The lead singer really could hit every note and his riffs were incredible. I wondered how hard it would be to get past security later. Kaminari was there with me and we danced in the mosh pit. I had to hit him more than once for being too friendly. How annoying.

After the concert, I found my way back stage. The security was pathetically lax. I was able to get by them by using my quirk to transfer the sound of my footsteps elsewhere while I slipped in the door.

SECOND PERSON POV

You had gotten changed out of your band uniform and were wearing grey sweats with elastic at the ankles. You had on a loose, old, white t-shirt and were chilling waiting for your bandmates to finish up. You walked out to where they had put a couch for you, since you weren't performing most of the show to find a girl with short, purple-black hair and earlobes that resembled earphone jacks sitting there. She wore a baggy, red t-shirt off the shoulder so you could see her black sports bra and a skater skirt. She also had fishnet stockings on with her doc martins.

"Nice performance," she said with a smirk. She looked so familiar, but you couldn't remember where you knew her from.

"Thanks," you said cautiously, "How... how did you get in here?"

"Your security?" she began, "Yeah, it sucks. You should really get better guys." You just stared at her, slack jawed.

"Why are you back here?" you asked.

"Because you were good and I thought 'hey, I think I'd like to check this out'." She said, waving her and as she talked. She was spread over the whole couch, legs crossed as she laid there.

"Really?" I chuckled, taking a seat on a stool that had been left there from an earlier rehearsal. She nodded and I gave up on my suspicions of mal intent. "What do you want to know?"

"How old are you?" She asked

"17," I told her.

"Are you in school? Or is this band thing it?"

"In school, not a special one though. General education one."

"Do you have a quirk, or are you quirkless?"

"I have a quirk called perfect pitch."

"Is that why you play so well?"

"It means any note I hear, I can play back perfectly at anytime, no training required."

"Dude! Lucky roll!"

"Heh, I guess." you went to ask her a question when the other two guys popped out of their rooms, finally.

"Oh my god!" (b/f) exclaimed, "You're Jiro Kyoka! From UA!" She gave a little chuckle.

"I was waiting for that to dawn on someone," she said, "Well..." She paused and looked at me, eyebrows raised.

"Oh, right, I'm (l/n)(y/n), but you can call me (l/n)," you said.

"Right, well, (l/n)," she continued, "I hope I'll be seeing you?"

"Sure, there's actually a tailgate happening at my school before the big sports festival. It's not UA, but you can still come if you want," you offered.

"Well, I just might," she said with a slight grin.

"It's (y/s)," you said as she walked out the door. You assumed she heard you.

"Dude," (b/f) said as you picked up your guitar and messed with some chords.

"What?" You asked, tightening one of your strings.

"Jiro. Freaking. Kyoka. You're a dog," he chuckled and you rolled your eyes.

"Whatever, man," you replied as you got your g-chord to hit just right.

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You rolled up to the tailgate with Jiro in your passenger seat. She was wearing a black and white, horizontal striped, long sleeved, crop top with black, cuffed boyfriend jeans that had huge holes down the front, exposing the evidently ever present fishnets and doc martins.

You finished parking and get out of the truck, Jiro following suit. You get the trunk and pop it open, climbing up and offering to help Jiro up. "Bold of you to assume I need help."

"No one said anything about needing it," you reply and she nodded with a look of respect.

"Well in that case, thanks, but I'm good," she told you and hopped up. "You brought your base guitar? I actually play."

"Somehow that doesn't shock me," you comment, looking over her e-girl, punk rock look again.

"Touche," she said. There was music playing but she still picked up the base guitar and strummed to the rhythm of the song, only playing an a-chord.

"Oh, please, stop!" you said, faking agony, "Can you really play at all?"

"Yes! I just don't know this song on base, or any instrument for that matter," Jiro replied.

"Here, allow me then. Will you sing it?" She nodded and you took your guitar, playing along with the song.

When Jiro started singing, you almost missed your note, making your ears flinch in pain. Her voice was husky, yet heavenly. You stared at her with a small smirk as a crowd began to gather. When the song was over, the two of you bowed and sat down.

"I have some questions for you," you said as Jiro got comfortable.

"Alright, shoot," she answered. You shot her a few questions that she answered with ease: Why do you want to be a hero; if not a hero, then what would you be; seeing anybody? Slowly, with each question Jiro scooted a little closer.

"So--" you started but Jiro cut you off exasperated. She was so close, you could feel her breath.

"For the love of God! Would you just shut up and kiss me already?" she nearly yelled then pressed forward and pressed her lips to yours. You stiffened before kissing back, holding her by her neck and lower back. She tangled her hand in you hair and braced herself on the car. She pulled away and you grinned.

"We should do that again," you said right as the announcer called for anyone taking part in the sports festival to find where they need to be immediately.

"Looks like it's gonna have to wait," Jiro said, remembering how you had said you were performing at the opening, half time, and closing ceremonies.

"Fine, I guess," You chuckled as you got up to go prep for your performance.

Word Count: 1197

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