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Piano Player

- Pro hero Denki Karminari x gender neutral!reader

- Warnings: swearing, alcohol, smoking,

- Summary: You play the piano in a cozy little lounge bar, enjoying a life filled with music. But when you meet a high-spirited man one night, you find that maybe music isn’t the only good thing in your life.

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In the dimly lit room where you spent your weekends the air was hazy, the people loud and obnoxious. But you spent your weekends there, nevertheless. On particularly cold nights your manager Luca, an older man with greying hair and a cigar hanging from his lip, would mix you warm cups of coffee to keep you going. He was always on his phone at closing time, smiling at you as he ordered your taxi ride home. You'd come to know some of the regulars, your favourite being Davis who was in the navy, a man with broad shoulders, and who’s face screamed don’t mess with me. But in the quiet moments between songs, he would raise his glass to you with a soft glint in his eyes and a subtle smile. During handovers, in that second after the announcer had said your name you would see him nudge whoever was sitting next to him and whisper-shout “They’re the fucking best one here.” Hearing that would always warm your chest, well it was that or the glasses of whiskey the bartender Jo would send you when he saw you low on alcohol. You would usually spend the few minutes before your set with him at the bar, joking and laughing, his smile genuine and laugher infectious. But when your set began and you had to say goodbye, his smile would faulter and his eyes go hazy. He’d told you once that he dreamt of being an actor, that this was a temporary gig. That was almost five years ago now, and whenever he was alone with his thoughts his fingers would fidget, brow furrowing, and composure drop. Then there was Jiro, your middle school senior who practically taught you piano. She’d always sneak in a few minutes after you started, when the lights were dim, and everyone’s gaze was on you and not the quiet creaking of the doors opening and closing. She was always careful not to be seen, the people here not her usual crowd. You would smile down to her as she made her way to a table at the far corner, out of sight of most of the other patrons. Every Friday was the same, she would sneak in and watch your set after a long day of hero work, leaving just before closing to avoid the rush of patrons dashing home in the early morning hours. She wasn’t unremarkable in her civilian clothing, just that her punk vibe didn’t sit well with the slow jazz lounge, all the other staff members disregarding her, the waitresses walking past and the busboys avoiding her table. She always returned though, never seeming to mind the isolation. That was until he showed up with her one night.

Your watch said 21:34, but the taxi service said your driver would be here by 21:35. You could see all the way down the hill from your front step, past the little rows of shops and across the roundabout, and there was no sign of any taxis heading your way. No doubt, the driver had taken a wrong turn, or just decided to leave you hanging as you lived in a not-so-nice area. Or worse yet, he was drunk, heaving up somewhere on the side of the road and was going to show up completely hammered and charge you a premium price to die in a multi-car road collision. You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you reached into your pocket to fish out your phone. You tapped in the password; your fingerprint scanner thing was broken after a particularly rowdy set last Saturday, in which Jo had accidently dropped your phone into your drink. The number of your driver was in the email the company had sent you and you had half a mind to call him to yell at him about drink driving or punctuality. Eventually he showed up, apologising for being a few minutes late. You noted there wasn’t a smell of liquor in his car, and he seemed to genuinely feel bad, so the lecture you’d spent the past few minutes writing in your head went to waste.

You turned up just on time, thanking your driver and giving him the money as you clambered out of the car and made your way towards the entrance. You sauntered in, throwing a smile Jo’s way as you headed into the back to get changed for your set. The mirror you stood in front of was dirty, smears of lipstick and a slight covering of dust made seeing your reflection a little hard, but you didn’t really mind, grabbing your own lipstick and mascara, making yourself seem a little more presentable. You moved towards the lockers against the back wall, seeing Thomas pressed against yours. He rolled his eyes at you as you walked over, pushing himself off of the cold metal and moving to sit on the little sofas while continuing his conversation with Gwen. You tossed your bags into the little compartment, the clanging obviously disturbing the conversation behind you as Thomas sneered at you, the little ‘bitch’ whispered to Gwen ripping a giggle from her chest.

You sauntered out, sitting at the bar, and tapping the hard wooden surface. Jo slid you a whiskey, no ice, and you thanked him, drinking the brown liquid down in a hurry as your manager beckoned you to the stage. You made your way over, Davis raising his drink to you as usual as you sat down at the piano. Tilting the microphone you began to speak.

“Good evening everyone, I hope you enjoy my music tonight.” And with that you began playing, your hands tumbling over the keys, pulling beautiful notes from the piano in front of you. Jo continued sending you drinks, Davis smiled and sung along to the pieces he knew, and your manger smiled. The customers had returned week after week since he hired you, and the bonuses he sent your way got bigger and bigger each passing pay day. Your eyes darted to the front door, Jiro’s head popping in for a second before she pushed it open further. You smiled down at her as usual, but when a second, taller person followed her in your eyes were drawn to him.

She didn’t leave before you finished like usual, in fact her and her friend had stayed through the entire set and were waiting for you after you stepped out of the back room.

“Jiro! What are you still doing here?” She drew you into a hug and kissed the top of your head.

“I had a friend who wanted to come watch my amazing pupil! God, I love watching you play.” She said pulling away and gazing up at you. A deep blush coated your face, stammering out a thank you softly.

“You were even better than she described, you’re like, really good.” You drew your stare from Jiro and looked up at the man in front of you.

“These friends of yours y/n?” Luca said, smoke billowing from his cigar. The tall man in front of you coughed and waved a hand in front of his face clearing the smoke from his eyes, his golden eyes, before he beamed.

“They’re friends, I’m just a fan of theirs is all, giving them my regards.” He purred and Luca seemed impressed.

“You better keep on coming then, they’re gonna be my big star!” Luca beamed, the liquid in his glass threatening to spill as he draped an arm over your shoulders and pulled you closer. “They’re the best decision I ever made, bloody magic!” Your face was red now, and the blonde across from you had to stifle his laughter. Luca left you all alone after a while after you promised him you’d be safe without a taxi tonight.

“I’m Denki by the way, I was about to introduce myself before the old guy barged in.” His laugh was warm, and his smile lit up his eyes.

“I’m Y/n. I’m glad you enjoyed the show, music is my life.”

“Same as Jiro here then? She’s always talking about this crazy talented musician she-“ Jiro blushed as she slammed a hand over his mouth, mumbling something about being embarrassed.

“Yeah, but she’s a super successful hero. That is so much cooler than a jazz musician.” You smiled at the pair, adjusting the bag that was hanging from your shoulder as you yawned in front of them.

“Well, I’m gonna have to make a move, I’m knackered!”

“I can give you a lift back home if you’d like. I drove here with Denki.” Jiro offered smiling softly at you. You glanced up at the blonde in front of you, all tall and buzzing with energy.

“You sure you two wanna go home? He looks like he could be up for ages yet.” You chuckled as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet.

“Oh no trust me I’m tired, just always have too much energy I guess.” Shrugging he made a swipe for the keys handing from Jiro’s outstretched hand and stepped towards the door.

“Oh! I always ride shotgun by the way!”

The drive home was filled with laugher, you sat in the backseat as the three of you just chatted shit and messed around. It felt good, you hadn’t ever really had times like this in your life, rides home with friends filled with warmth, or really any people to call friends. Music was your solace, your place to retreat to when the world was getting to be too much. It was pure coincidence that brought you and Jiro together all those years ago, and despite the difference in career paths, she was really the only person who had ever stayed by your side. But now this blonde-haired man had come crashing into your life with all the grace of a wrecking ball and you were welcoming the commotion.

All good things must come to an end, and you felt your heart drop as Jiro pulled into your driveway. She turned around in her seat to face you, arm coming up to lean on Denki’s chair.

“It was really lovely to see you tonight y/n, we should really hang out more often. Blondie here is gonna walk you to your door, okay?” He shot you a smile as you nodded, grabbing your bag, and thanking Jiro for the lift.

The air was cold, the sun beginning to peak up over the houses, foxes scurrying back to their dens, and birds singing the dawn’s chorus as Denki walked you up the little stone path to your front door. You felt a little self-conscious, the paint was peeling, and the lock wasn’t totally secure. You could tell from just looking that your place needed a little tlc.

“Well, thanks-“ As you reached for the door handle, he placed his hand over yours and let out a sigh.

“I know this might be a little abrupt but…” He trailed off, glancing back to the car where Jiro was not-so-subtly giving him a massive thumbs up and Cheshire-cat smile. “Could I come back to see you again tomorrow?” His eyes were back on yours now, an emotion flickering across them too quickly for you to put a name to it.

“I’d really like that.” You said smiling up at him. His face lit up, mouth curling into a smile and eyes shining. His grip tightened for a second before he let go of you, stepping backwards away from you and the front door.

“Great, it’s a date then.” His voice was calm, but the blush rocketing up his cheeks and down his chest didn’t do much to hide his excitement. But honestly? You were as red as him, smiling like an idiot as you waved the pair goodbye and stepped into your little home.

Josee, The Tiger, and The Fish

I just got back from watching this at the cinema and omfg!!! It’s beautiful, heart warming and I cried about seventy times 😅 I went to see it with my dad and even he got choked up! (And it takes a lot for him to cry) it’s just a spectacular film, and I encourage everyone to watch it if you can!!

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