prompt: izuku finds out shouta is/used to be the leader of a deathcore screamo band
Legit, I got up and left my room when I read this.
Oh boy...
You should know that these obnoxious ones come from Discord by now.
After writing: What happened? Um, if you want me to redo this, let me know?

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"SHOUTA! YOU HAVE SHIT TO TELL ME!" I yell as I burst into the teacher's lounge. I see Hizashi and Shouta cuddling on the couch once more and immediately stomp over in front of it.

Hizashi sits up the best he can with a hobo in his lab, "Izu, what are you talking about?"

"Actually, you're on the shit-list unless you didn't know, though I don't know how you wouldn't."

"I don't know what you're talking about, kid" The whole time, Shouta is just lying there quiet.

"Shouta, why, in the magical land of hell, did you decide not to tell me that you were a leader of a band?! A SINGER NONETHELESS?" Damn, that makes him move.

"I think that's a bigger lie than you saying that Nezu is the UA traitor," Hizashi says.

"I HAVE FOOTAGE!"

"Show me." I throw my phone at him with the video already up. Nemuri joins us and looks over the couch to watch.

Shouta glares me down as he gets up, "How did you find that?"

I spin quickly before replying, " Simple: I was looking for dirt to call you out on, and I found this."

Meanwhile, Hizashi and Nemuri are laughing their asses off as there is just screaming coming from my phone. YEAH, HE WASN'T IN A REGULAR BAND! HE WAS IN ONE OF THOSE HARD ROCK BANDS! NO WONDER HE IS FUCKING DONE WITH LIFE! OH, AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON WHAT HE WAS WEARING BACK THEN!

Shouta shakes his head, "Did you really have to find that?"

"Yes. Wait, so Nemuri and Hizashi knew nothing of this?"

Nemuri nods as Hizashi says, "Absolutely nothing! Shouta, why would you hide this from us?!"

"If you want my personal opinion as to why he hid this, he didn't want you to know how loud he can scream in the bedroom." I don't think Nemuri can breathe anymore, and I think I broke Hizashi.

Shouta wraps me in his scarf and drags me off.

That practically encourages me to add, "AND THIS IS HOW HE WANTS TO BE DRAGGED INTO THE BEDROOM! I AM TELLING YOU AS YOUR FUTURE HUSBAND'S SUPPORTIVE BESTIE THAT HE IS A BOTTOM! TAKE CARE OF HIM WELL-" Yeah, my mouth got wrapped up for that shit.

After that, I ended up with a VERY salty Shouta. Actually, that nowhere near describes his mood.

I think I am in danger! His eyes look like lasers!

Send help! I am still needed in this world!