This is an AU, where Misha is a young and rising musician. ENJOY!

Damn he looks FINE in that gif 😍🔥

Watch the video... FRUSTRATING TBFH HOW CAN THAT CHICK SO NO?!?!

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You were desperate to get a place to live, now that you're back from your holidays and back to finally settling down to continue studying.

You didn't want to burden your parents anymore with paying. You had enough money from working part time so you decided to get a place somewhere close to your university.

You flipped through the newspaper then looked at advertisements online for any offers involving a one or two bedroom apartment.

You finally found on in the end though it was slightly different than what you wanted. A two bedroom apartment was on offer but it said that the current tennant was paying half of the rent while the new roommate would pay the other half.

You kind of liked the idea of it. You saw pictures of the place and it looked decent. You'd have a bedroom and bathroom all to yourself and a shared kitchen and living room.

You called the guy who already lives there and arranged a meeting with him at a coffee shop. You wanted to at least see and know a little about him before he's part of your personal life, whether you like it or not. You even went to see the place and he kept it organized, which made you happy.

This could actually workout! You thought.

*****

4 months later...

It was great, truly. You and Misha, the guy who lives there, became pretty good friends. You found out that he's taking time off to pursue his music career.

You started to feel comfortable around him. His presence was something you enjoyed. Normally, living on your own just gets... Lonely, so having Misha is good company.

Or so you think...

You've rented this place out to live while studying and for studying, well, you need a good environment to be in to make it effective.

But that can't happen if someone freaking plays his guitar on the highest volume in his room that isn't soundproofed at every hour of the day... Even at night!

You've told him countless times to reduce the volume but it doesn't seem to settle in his mind. You even tried to work a schedule so that you both have equal time to practice music and study.

But one day, it got too much. You were sick and tired of it and you couldn't contain your patience anymore.

You stormed into the house, slamming the door shut walking towards the living room to find Misha sleeping on the couch with his guitar resting on his chest.

Your blood boiled when you saw him. How dare he act to calm, as if nothing is wrong?!

You spotted a couch cushion on the floor and picked it up, then threw it hard on his face. He jumped awake and looked at you with surprise and confusion.

He slowly got up and rubbed his eyes, stretching and gradually becoming fresh. "Hey [y/n]," He said groggily and you frowned in frustration.

You picked up another cushion and threw it to his face. He was completely caught off guard. Misha looked at you, puzzled as to why you kept attacking him.

"What are you doing that for?!" He exclaimed and you clenched your jaw so hard that it started to hurt. You looked at him with extreme hate and he became a little concerned.

"I had an exam today Misha. It was a mock of the final one but it was still equally important," You informed with a tone of annoyance.

"Oh great! How'd it-"

"I flunked it! Thanks to you and your guitar!" You yelled and Misha scrambled up from the couch.

"My guitar? Please, it wasn't that loud. The amp was on the lowest setting," He explained and you literally wanted to strangle him.

"But I failed the exam! I'll never get the grades I want and how am I supposed to graduate to next year?" You felt horrible about your state right now.

You sighed then looked at Misha, "I think I'll have to move out. Yeah, that's the only way to solve this."

"N-No [y/n]-"

"What do you want me to do huh?! I failed my exam and I can't stay with this... Noise!" You sighed, "I'm sorry but I think I'll go and pack my bags now."

You walked past him to reach your room but he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him. Your faces were inches away and it made you feel hot all of a sudden.

It was the first time you noticed his... Fascinating features. His eyes were a piercing but calming blue while he had this look of mischief permanently plastered on his face. You couldn't look away from her perfectly structured face and-

"Okay?"

You looked at him blankly. Was he tlakng to you? You didn't pay attention...

He rolled his eyes and repeated what he had told you, "Look I've got one gig, it's the one I've been practicing for. After this I won't be playing as much as I am now. Come watch me play, please?"

You thought for a moment while staring into his eyes. Just as you felt like you were going to drift away, you answered, "Alright... But I haven't forgiven you for making me flunk my exam."

He grinned widely and put his fist up, as if gaining a small victory. "Thanks, it really means a lot to me that you'll be there," He squeezed your shoulder and you got goosebumps, "Trust me, you won't be disappointed."

He winked at you and you hoped that you didn't go red-cheeked.

*****

3 days later...

You both drove to the concert hall though he had left you so that he could get ready and test the instruments.

You were feeling super awkward standing alone or walking around while trying to appear as if you didn't exist.

A few people thought that Misha is your boyfriend. "N-No we're just... Friends, roommates," You clarified and they looked at you with a slight grin before walking away.

Well... He is pretty good looking-

No [y/n], hold it! Don't start that, you'll end up liking him and you're roommates already... You know what comes after that, You thought and tried to distract yourself by watching the musicians tune their instruments.

You watched Misha for a little bit before he noticed that you were looking. He gave you a small wave and you smiled widely, waving back.

"Alright everyone, we'll hopefully make your night something much more interesting," The announcer told the crowd watching.

You were sitting somewhere close to the front, in the third row on the centre end next to an extremely enthusiastic lady who you assume had her boyfriend playing in on of the bands to perform.

It's something like a competition. The winning band gets a record deal to make a big break and make their music public. Though results come out after three rounds with disqualifying.

Three bands played songs before Misha's came on. His band was doing an original piece, written by them. You noticed as they walked onto stage that he was searching for you amongst the crowd.

This was the first time you had seen him holding and playing the guitar and damn... You thought he looked hot, and he genuinely did!

You're not the type to be turned on by these things but he just looked super super... Sexy, shredding on his guitar.

You kind of felt privileged to know him and you were lost for words at what happened next. Misha had a guitar solo and it literally blew your mind.

The way he played that guitar... It was doing things to you. You were beyond mesmerized and you wished he wouldn't stop.

Lord, why did I even complain about him playing at the apartment before, You thought.

You paused and shrugged your shoulders.

I had a FREAKING exam, I think asking him to stop is sensible, You thought and were once again taken away by his skills.

*****

As soon as the show was done you rushed out of your seat and to the back stage. Some of the security wouldn't let you through, obviously, but Misha spotted your struggle and told them that you're his girlfriend.

You raised an eyebrow when you stood beside him, "Girlfriend?" He chuckled nervously, "They wouldn't let you in otherwise."

You stared at him in awe as he packed up his electric guitar and unplugged the amplifier.

He stood back up and ran a hand through his hair. You felt your body shiver slightly. You were so puzzled as to why you suddenly started feeling like this around him. It had never occured before. Maybe... Maybe you-

"So I hope you liked the performance?" He asked and slung the guitar over his shoulder.

You were knocked out of your thoughts and stuttered slightly as you answered him, "H-Huh? Oh it was mind-blowing. You've definitely impressed me! I hope you guys go to the next round, when do you find out?"

"I think after a week," Misha said and one of the band mates patted his shoulder, which startled Misha. The band mate, Larry, complimented his skills then looked at you, scanning you from bottom to top. You felt uncomfortable.

"Your boy is a legend," He smirked, "This calls for a celebration yeah Mish? You two enjoy the night?" He batted his eyebrows and you widened your eyes.

"Son of a-LARRY! Get out of here before I make you a permanent piece of the stage," Misha threatened and glared at Larry. He laughed and you stood close to Misha for protection.

"Seems like you really need it, you're all on edge!" He commented and Misha shot him the middle finger.

Misha placed a hand on your back and pushed you slightly towards the exit. He rolled his eyes and sighed, "Sorry about that. He just assumes that any girl with a guy are in some relationship and that there's no such thing as friends. Anyways, all he thinks about is..."

He ran a hand through his hair, "Sorry, this is awkward."

You held his hand and smiled slightly. "Hey it's fine, I love attending stuff like this and your band mate... I've had my share of those encounters," You chuckled and he laughed. It was a sound that you had the pleasure to hear rarely and it relaxed you.

After you exited the building, while on the sidewalk, you both stared at each other before you asked, "Hey, do you want to have coffee together? Sit at a café and just talk, we've never done that and I mean, we live together."

Misha looked at you with surprise. He never expected you to ask something like that. "Yeah, I'd love to," He smiled and you both made your way to the closest coffee shop.

"By the way, I know it's really odd but I never got to know your full name," Misha asked and you looked at him with interest. You didn't know his full name either.

"It's [y/n] [y/l/n]," You answered, "What about you?"

"Uh, Misha... Misha Collins."