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Izuku stares at the poster with anxiety.
“You want me to what?” He turned to face his mentor green eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears.
“I want you to participate in Battle of the Bands young Izuku.” Toshinori Yagi placed his hands on his young students shoulders.
“Izuku, you have transcended my expectations in classical music. I’m proud of every competition that you have won. But it’s time for you to be the young man you are.” Toshinori reached for Izukus bag and dumped the contents on the floor.
CD’s of Rock bands fell out, The New EraserHead Album, Present Mic’s greatest hits, and Lady Midnights Ballads. Izuku covered his face in embarrassment while simultaneously dropping to the floor to pick up his treasures.
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about I was once in a rock band you know?” His instructor let out a large booming laugh from his otherwise small body.
“Yagi-Sensei how I’m I supposed to join Battle of the Bands when I’m not part of a Band?” Izuku cringed when he saw the sparkle in his teachers eyes and his laughing only getting louder.
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That’s how the green haired, green eyed boy ended up outside of an unknown Garage. His Keyboard case weighed heavy on his back and his anxiety was spiking. The memory of his teacher saying he signed him up for tryouts and then pushing him out of his studio replayed over and over in his mind.
“You got this Izuku, deep breaths. What’s the worse that can happen? They say no and then you go back to the classical circuit. That’s not a bad thing at all, you can go onto compose music for films.” he muttered to himself as he made his way up the driveway.
A girl with brunette hair and a sunny smile was talking to a redhead who was laughing at something the girl said. A boy with black hair and glasses was tapping out a beat on the drums that Izuku already wanted to start adding notes too.
“H-hello.” none of them responded continuing on with what they were doing.
“Hello.” this time he said it louder and the girl looked over at him. She squealed and rushed over to him like she was almost floating.
“Are you here to try out?” she asked grabbing his hand and shaking it up and down. Izuku could only nod, taken back by her--well her everything.
The redhead whose hair was defying gravity came over a calm smile on his face.
“Trying out for RedRiot I see?” the girl puffed her cheeks and turned toward her band member.
“Say it with me Kirishima U-Rav-ity!” her finger poking the guy in the nose.
“I still think Ingenium is better” The drummer yelled from the back.
The girl huffed and turned back to Izuku,”Anyways my name Ochacho Uraraka and I’m the bassist!” Izuku shook her hand again.
The red head then came up to introduce himself, “I’m Eijrou Kirishima the Guitarist.”
“The man tapping away at the Drumset is Tenya Iida our Drummer.” She puts her finger to her lips and scrunches her eyebrows.
“We do have another member but he is late like always. Anyway what’s your name?”
Izuku bowed, “My name is Izuku Midoriya.” when he put himself back upright all three of them were staring at him with something akin to awe.
“You’re fucking adorable.” Kirishima managed to say which made Izuku blush even more.
“Anyway’s lets see what you can do.” Uraraka said waving him into the Garage.
Izuku started setting up, unzipping the bag that held his keyboard and stand. He moved to plug in his equipment while the other three moved to a ratty old couch that was facing him. Once he was done he set up camp behind the keyboard making sure that everything was turned on.
“Is there anything that you would prefer to hear?” They all shook their heads no and so Izuku prepared to play the piece he had practised. Putting his hands to the keys he let his fingers move. Once he starts playing he tunes everything out and let’s the music flow over him. When he finished he heard clapping coming from the other three.
Kirishima was the first to talk. “I’ve never heard that one before!”
Izuku blushed rubbing the back of his head, “It’s my own composition I call it Full Cowl.”
Kirishima’s eyes went wide and he looked back at the other two. They started speaking silently with their eyes. It made Izuku fidget his anxiety coming back full force.
All three turned to him, “You’re Hired!”
“Whose hired?” Another person walked into the Garage and green clashed with red.