#My imacculate taste in music

[rocketnottheraccon]

Forever With the Juggalos

Another random-ass Shinbaku oneshot in which class 1-A discovers Katsuki and Hitoshi's... questionable taste in music

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~Shinbaku

~Crack/fluff

Art by: @istehlurvz

It was a Tuesday such as any other. 

Most of class 1-A was enjoying their afternoon, studying in the common room together and, consequently, getting of topic. 

This lead a certain blond haired teen to pack up his things. 

“Uh… Bakugou?” Kirishima had asked, raising a confused brow at Katsuki, who hadn’t bothered announcing his exit. 

Katsuki looked up with a ‘The-Fuck-Do-You-Want’ expression. 

This caught the attention of Mina. “Awh, your leaving?” She asked from the floor, a pout playing on her lips. 

“There’s no fucking reason to stay,” Katsuki explained with disdain. The rest of the class remained absorbed in conversation, the subject of class work long forgotten. “What? You thought I was here to fucking bond with you guys or something?”

Kirishima chuckled lightly, disappointment written into the redhead’s tone. “Well, yeah. Kinda.” 

Katsuki rolled his eyes, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “You thought wrong. Bye.” And with that, the teen was retreating to the elevator. 

Mina and Kirishima made eye contact for a short moment, before shrugging it off and joining back into the conversation. 

--

There were many people in this world in which Katsuki found annoying, idiotic, or just plain weird. The majority of- if not, all- those people could be found in his class…

But there was one, and only one, that Katsuki could put up with, and would willingly choose to do so. 

The explosive teen knocked on the door right of his own. 

“Fuck do you want?” Came the muffled, indignant response. 

Katsuki scoffed in amusement, leaning his weight on his left leg. “It's me, dipshit,” he answered. 

A couple beats later, the bed creaked and a shadow appeared beneath the door. 

“What’s the password?” Hitoshi asked, and despite the fact the sleep deprived teen couldn’t see him, Katsuki sent a glare straight through the door. 

“No,” was his stubborn, immediate response. 

Katsuki could hear his snicker behind the door, before it unlocked and revealed Hitoshi, hair down as it appeared he’d just showered, adorning a plain white shirt and red and black plaid pajama pants. He had a smirk on his lips, and headphones around his neck. “They finally got on your nerves?” 

“Fuck you mean ‘finally’?” Katsuki scoffed. “They stay on my nerves.” Looking over the purple-haired teens shoulder to his room, he made one, single observation. 

It was a mess. 

“No.” Katsuki shook his head. “I’m not studying in this pigsty.”

“Then go back to your room,” Hitoshi replied with a huff. 

“Okay. Go get the speaker and let’s go.” 

Hitoshi rolled his eyes at this, crossing his arms. “I don’t want to watch you fucking study.” 

“You don’t have a choice. Speaker. Now.” Katsuki was many things, and persistent and stubborn in order to piss people off was definitely one of them. 

Hitoshi sighed, grabbing the pill-like device off the desk by his door. 

“I fucking hate you,” he said, lightly shoving Katsuki as he passed. It was clear he was only playing, so Katsuki reciprocated, ruffling his hair and pushing his head away roughly. 

“Sure you do, dickhead,” he drawled , disbelieving as he closed Hitoshi's door and Hitoshi opened his own. 

“I’m being for real, bro. Your a royal pain in my ass,” Hitoshi justified, collapsing onto Katsuki’s bed, horizontal, with a deep inhale. “Your lucky your bed’s so goddamn comfy.” 

“Damn right it is,” Katsuki replied with a smirk, settling into his desk chair. 

Katsuki then went on to unpack his notes from his bag, and Hitoshi connected his phone to his speaker. 

“What’re we listening to, Kuckles?” Hitoshi asked, scrolling through Spotify. 

“Can you stop fucking calling me that?” Katsuki requested, glaring at the boy from atop his reading glasses (Hitoshi, Eijirou, and Izuku were the only ones in the entire school who knew he wore them.) 

“Nah, I’m good,” Hitoshi replied, nonchalant. It finally seemed he’d chosen a playlist, if the little ‘ooooh’ he let out beneath his breath was any indication. 

“What’re we listening to DJ Eyebags?” Katsuki asked, not looking away from his studies. 

“Murder music.” 

The first song to come on was My Axe by Insane Clown Posse, and Katsuki couldn’t deny this was one of the many reasons he asked out the sleep deprived teen in the first place. 

“God, I love you,” Katsuki whispered, unheard over the sounds of… well, murder music. 

Hitoshi proceeded to hum along to the words, kicking his legs over the edge of the bed as if he was a pre-teen listening to One Direction. 

“It’s so nice dating someone who appreciates good music,” Hitoshi mused, holding his phone above his face as he scrolled through social media. 

“Obviously. I’m literally awesome,” Katsuki replied, grinning with pride. 

“So, what you studying?” 

“English,” Katsuki sighed. “You’re so lucky, you bilingual fucker.” 

“America ain’t no better than here,” Hitoshi said with indifference.

“Still. We’re probably learning what they teach the fucking five year olds.” Katsuki groaned, resting his head on his fist. “Like, why the hell are there two different spellings for ‘where’?” 

“Technically there’s three, and one of them’s pronounced ‘were’ and the others 'we're', so,” Hitoshi shrugged, pulling himself up and sauntering over to look at Katsuki’s work thus far. 

“Your handwritings shit, bro,” was all he said. 

The next song began; Insane in the Brain by Cypress Hill. 

“Oi, get of my dick. Your Kanji ain’t a sight for sore eyes either,” Katsuki retorted.  

 Hitoshi scoffed. “Kanji’s fuckin’ weird, man. Not my fault you guys draw instead of write.” 

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Looks better than whatever the hell this is.” 

They stayed quite a while after that, simply enjoying eachother’s company and listening to the music. 

“That’s not how you spell that,” Hitoshi pointed it out, and Katsuki only grumbled in self-irritation as he erased it. 

“That says ‘cat’ not ‘can’,” Hitoshi once again corrected, and Katsuki grumbled some more, fixing his mistake. 

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“This is a pain,” Katsuki announced after the fifth mistake. He slammed down his pencil and closed the book. “Shit’s not due till Friday, anyway.” 

Hitoshi snorted, patting his head in mock-reconciliation. “Finally.” 

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Jackass.” 

“Hypocrite,” Hitoshi fired back, landing a short peck on his forehead.

Katsuki scoffed, getting up and sitting behind Hitoshi's head.

The two sat in relative silence after that. Hitoshi had moved to have his head in Katsuki’s lap so the blond could play with his hair, and would show him a funny post from time to time. They went through several songs, many different artist; Panic! At the Disco, Arctic Monkeys, more Insane Clown Posse. 

To be real, it sounded like the soundtrack to a Suicide Squad movie. 

And they were not the only ones who took notice to that fact. 

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Eijirou was only now retreating from the common room, it being 11:30 on a school night, chatting with Mina and Uraraka as they scaled the stairs. 

“Hey, uh, do you hear that?” Uraraka asked, tilting her head in slight confusion. 

“Uh…” Eijirou held that note, tuning in to whatever sound there might be to hear. 

Only the satisfaction of slaughter will return it to the darkness, from which it came.

“What the hell?” Mina asked, concern seeping through her indignant tone. 

Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu

“Is that…” Eijirou paused, processing the- what he thought were- lyrics as they further approached their floor. “A- song?” 

“A song about killing little children?” Uraraka questioned, brows etched together. 

“I mean…” Mina drawled, making her way to the door where it seemed the sound came from. “Look who it’s coming from.” 

Both the other teens make there way to the door, pressing their ear up against it to hear a very… disturbing conversation, at best. 

“You’re fucking wrong, bro. What kid thinks to look under their bed before they go to bed?” 

“One with a brain.”

“Do you have one? If I hid under my sisters bed with a fucking axe or something, she wouldn’t notice until her legs're chopped off. Little kids are not that observant.” 

“They already think there’s something under their damn bed, Hitoshi. If there’s actually something there, there gonna know. They’re already in edge as it is!” 

“No, they won’t.” 

“Yes, they will.”

“No, they won’t.”

“Yes, they will.” 

“No-!” 

It was then when Eijirou decided to knock on the door. 

“Fuck do you want!” Came the simultaneous, unnecessarily aggressive response. Eijirou cringed away from the door, sighing in defeat. 

“Sorry bro,” he said. “Music’s just a little loud!” 

And so, of course, the music only got louder. 

Uraraka facepalmed, Mina rolled her eyes, and Eijirou grimaced. 

How about this one? Duhduh duh, duhduh duh, duhduh duh duh duh?

At this, both Eijirou and Mina wailed out in displeasure. 

As the Slipknot song continued, Eijirou was beginning to give up on sleeping that night. 

The elevator door dings, and out stormed Iida, in his blue night gown and matching hat. 

“WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE?!” He screamed, stomping over to the trio. “DO YOU KNOW HOW LATE IT IS?! PEOPLE-“

“We tried, Iida!” Uraraka complained, stomping her foot and tossing back her head. 

“They’re just being assholes,” Mina groaned. 

“And he’s in there with Shinsou, too, so who knows when they’ll go to bed!” Eijirou added, slumping his shoulders. “At least Shouji seems to be sleeping fine.” 

(Shouji was wearing soundproof headphones and listening to ocean ambiance) 

“Still! This is not the type of music a future hero should be feeding their brain!” Iida then preceded to knock harshly on the door. “BAKUGOU-KUN! SHINSOU-KUN!” He yelled over the music. 

“FUCK OFF!” They both screamed back. 

Iida’s face contorted to a scowl, and he knocked again, louder this time. “I NEED YOU TO TURN DOWN THE MUSIC! HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO PUT OUR BEST FOOT FORWARD IF YOU TWO ARE DISRUPTING OUR SLEEP?!” 

“YOU’LL LIVE,” was clearly Hitoshi’s response. Iida grumbled. 

“IF THIS DOES NOT CEASE AT ONCE, I WILL HAVE TO CALL AIZAWA-SENSEI!” 

There was a joint groan inside the room, and the music came to a pause. There were footsteps approaching the door, and for some reason, Eijirou felt the need to activate his quirk. 

The door cracked open, just wide enough for both their head to pop out, Katsuki’s on the bottom, Hitoshi’s on the top. 

They took one look at Iida’s attire and burst out laughing. All three standbyers facepalmed. 

“I’m going to bed,” Uraraka announced, retreating to her bedroom door.

“Bakugou-Kun! Shinso-Kun!” Iida exclaimed at a normal-loud volume. 

“No,” Bakugou said, once he settled down. “No fucking way am I listening to you when you’re dressed like that.” 

“Yeah bro, what 15th century museum did you find those in?” Hitoshi replied with a few lingering chuckles.

“My night wear has nothing to do with the fact that you’re both a disturbance to the dorms!” Iida reprimanded, chopping his arm. “Cease this at once and perhaps I won’t called Aizawa-sensei.” 

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Yeah, whatever Specs.” And like that, they both returned to the room. 

Eijirou and Mina sighed in relief, thanking Iida profusely as they headed to their doors. 

“No problem,” Iida spoke, a proud grin on his face. “It is my duty as Class representative to make sure we are all in tip-top shape!” He turned back to the elevator. “Goodnight Kirishima-Kun, Ashido-San!” 

“Night, Iida,” Mina said, tiredness written across her tone. 

“Thanks again bro, I owe you one,” Eijirou said, pumping his fist lazily as he stepped into his dorm. 

--

15 minutes later…

With no consequence I will do it again

So hard up, and hunt me down, down, down

Jump the gun, bust a cap, hit the ground!

There was collective groan that spread between Mina, Uraraka, and Eijirou as the music started back up, just as loud as before.

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Thanks for reading <33 Songs I used are; My Axe by Insane Clown Posse, Insane in the Brain by Cypress Hill, Boogie Woogie Wu by Insane Clown Posse, Custer by Slipknot, and What Do They Know by Mindless Self Indulgence. As someone who's gotten called out on their questionable taste in music, this was really fun to write! Bye, til next time!!

[ashisstrange]

MASTERLIST

My oddly specific Warren Graham headcanons

(totally not just me projecting onto him because he has very little personality in the game itself, shhhhh)

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• His parents divorced when he was very young. He lived with his mom throughout primary- and middle school. Until he got a scolarship at blackwell

• He used to see his dad twice a month, every other weekend :) (this totally isnt me projecting what r u talking abt)

• He's transmasc (afab). His parents were accepting, even his father in the end even though he had some trouble with it at first

• He listens to gorillaz religiously, they're his favorite band. Immaculate taste if i may say so myself

• He's very into music from the 80's and 90's, again, imacculate ass taste man

• At blackwell he's only told Max, Ms Grant and the principal abt the fact that he's trans. He started puberty blockers quite early and nobody really asked him either, since he passes quite well.

• As we all know, he's a big science nerd. I imagine he's always happy to help people who struggle with math/chem etc

• He sucks at biology though. All my homies hate bio

• Mans loves marvel and dc, he prefers marvel, but he thinks the discourse between the two fandoms is useless

• On the topic of marvel and dc, he totally collects comics and can talk for  h o u r s  abt the cinematic universe

• His favorite movie in the marvel franchise is probably winter soldier

• Likes singing along to music when he thinks hes alone, even though hes not a good singer

• He got his car on his 16th birthday as a gift from both his parents, because they were super proud of his scholarship to blackwell

• He has quite a lot of trouble making friends, but when he does warm up to people he's sweet asf

• "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, so eat up!"

• A dog person!! He totally loves cats too, but dogs just hit different yk

• He plays d&d, but he hasn't played in a long while since he moved from his hometown to arcadia bay, away from his childhood friends

• He doesn't like seafood besides fish sticks lol

• He doesn't really smoke or drink alcohol much, but je doesn't pass up w33d every once in a while.

• He has these blue pajama pants with space ships and stars on them and he wears them consistently during vacations/weekends

• He totally has that one pink headset with cat ears. This is non-negotiable

• He enjoys playing video games, but it's not something he does every single day.

• Very big on Final Fantasy (probably grew up with it) and Legend of Zelda

• Says he's not that big on cinematography but has a long list of movies he likes and some immaculate ass taste, once again

• His favorite movies include Akira (canon, actually) and the butterfly effect (also technically a movie he canonically watched)

• Probably active on reddit, hate to say it 😔

• takes pictures sometimes just for shits and giggles, not with any further intentions. More like, oh the view is nice lemme snap a pic

• An average disposable camera enjoyer

• Keeps pictures of his family in his room, between all the posters he has

• Loves stranger things (He find will very relatable)

• Technically canon, but he owns graphic tees with terrible puns on them

• One of his top ten things is driving at night, listening to music with the aux while cruising

• headphones > earbuds

• his lockscreen is a picture of him and his friends (you can fill that in based on your personal headcanons, but id imagine a picture either with Max or Nate)

• Actually knows how to use discord

• Probably owns a spider man suit, let's be real here

(Comments are very welcome, i'd love to know ur opinion on my hc's :3)