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Some hero’s use their licenses to save people from the dangers of villains. Spending their whole lives preparing and training their quirks to defend and fight in the name of justice while others put on a face just for the fame and fortune.
Meanwhile, a new law has been passed for entertainers and musicians alike. Everyone is given a series of tests about how they use their quirk and if it’s safe for people to be exposed to it.
The guidelines are simple: Safety and entertaining. Of course, if someone where to get this license, they still can’t do any harm to villains.
Once the news broke out of the newly developed law, people across the country began arguing whether or not it’s a good idea. It took about a year for it to become official, the documents have been signed and the auditions opened. There was an immediate line to enter the theater to see what talent lies underneath every wannabe entertainer.
On the downside, not many people got what they worked hard to achieve. The government didn’t just hand these licenses out to anyone. The judges picked whoever seemed fit to entertain their country. Once the auditions were over and the top choices had gotten the very first entertainers license, companies around the world attempted to recruit one of the very few people with this license.
That’s when you come in. Being the top pick of the judges, which means getting the very first entertainers license.
Your quirk? Autotune: You're able to change your voice to any tune, pitch, and sound.
And your stage name? The DJ entertainer: Retro. You figured since your specialty is dubstep-like music, the name fits perfectly. Your stage costume also matched the theme. A helmet designed with high tech technology with digital eyes that match the movement of your own. It covers almost your whole face except the black see-through plastic covering your mouth that can easily be rolled up like a car window, revealing your lips. All in all, your costume hid your body well. When you were announced to the world, people were debating on what gender you identified yourself.
You knew you wanted to keep your entertainer life and personal life as separate as possible if you got the license. You were too shy and anxious but when you put on the helmet, all of the worries go away. No one knew who you were behind that mask.
When you walked out of the theater doors with your entertainer's license in hand, a swarm of producers that were watching you from the seats surrounded you, asking if you would join their corporation. You ended up applying to one in Japan right next to the #1 Heros school in Musutafu.
The producers wanted to start out with small shows like testers to see how well you did with crows and the experience in general. The first show was small as expected, but the crowd seemed to absolutely love you. Videos of you in action spread like a wildfire. People had heard of you, sure, but know people have a reason to go see you in person.
Since that first show, your fame exploded across the country. Before you knew it, you were performing in the biggest club in Japan.
Lights where beaming and music blasting out every speaker the club owned. Adrenalin mixed with alcohol ran through the veins of people killing it on the dance floor.
You watched the sea of people dance, or attempted to dance, below you. You nodded your head to the beat and smiled. You haven't been doing this that long to call yourself a pro, but you have a good idea you're doing your job right when everyone is smiling and enjoying the mixes your laying on them.
“Come on Shouta! It’ll be fun!” The voice hero practically dragged his friend into the club. Aizawa merely cringed at the sudden noise in the building. The large crowd didn‘t seem to help Aizawa’s distaste for social events.
“Remind me again why you were being extra persistent on bringing me.” The underground hero watched Hizashi from the corner of his eye, a wide smile on the loud hero’s face. “Because the #1 entertainer Retro is performing! I thought we both would want to check out how people used their quirk that’s, you know, not violent related.” The blond sat in a booth, Aizawa followed subtly. “If you ask me, I think this whole ‘Entertainers License’ thing is just an easier way for people to get money.” Shouta slumped in his seat, arms crossed.
Hizashi frowned, tapping his fingers on the table in rhythm. “Don’t think of it like that! I personally believe it’s a good idea. With All Might retired, people will be a little frightened at how much the crime rate will go up.” Hizashi slid his phone across the table to his friend, who is currently leaning on the table, about to fall asleep any minute. “It will help civilians get their mind off of the heroes for a bit, you dig?” The blond twirled his hand in a circular motion.
Aizawa merely sighed, grabbing his friends phone off of the table and putting it in his pocket. Whenever Hizashi went out to a club, he seems to lose some of his belonging. Whether it is his phone, keys, or wallet. After the 4th credit card he had to cancel, Aizawa would hold his friends belonging in his pockets because no one dared to mess with this man, even if they didn‘t know he was a hero.
“I’m going to go get us some drinks. The usual?” Shouta nods.
“Wait” Aizawa looked at the silver keys dangling from the blond's pants. “Keys,” he held out his palm, waiting for the metal objects to be placed in his hand. “Don’t worry, they're on my belt loop! I don‘t need you to go full out mom mode tonight” Hizashi snickered as he walked away.
As the pro hero traveled through the crowd, he caught a glims of you standing in the DJ booth. The LED eyes flickering around the room, then at him.
His heart nearly melted from the cute way those luminescent eyes formed into '^ ^’. Okay, he may or may not have formed a tiny crush on the newfound DJ, if tiny meaning huge. Hizashi has also formed into a big fanboy. Acting like his students when All Might steps in the room even if the lanky man‘ just asking for a pen.
The voice hero seemed to be mesmerized by the way they move to the beat like it was the first song they have heard in a long time. Hizashi did not understand why the entertainer, out of all people, caught his eye. Maybe they see the love for music like he does or the fact that their quirk can basically mimic any form of sound. He even noticed their favorite form of speaking is by sounding like an old radio, muffled and static but soothing and calming.
Hizashi was about to continue his journey to the bar until everything went dark. The only source of light was the soft glow of the new DJ’s mask.
Hizashi knew exactly what was happening, he’s just glad he didn’t miss it. Usually during your shows, you would step down from the DJ booth and grab someone who is willing to dance with them.
The crowd on the dance floor separated for the entertainer. As the song began, their head bobbed to the beat, mask changing along with the music. Hizashi is familiar with the song choice, Daft Punk really did suit you. He never really listened to that kind of music, but when he discovered you, he immediately began listening to the genre.
Once the intro to the song gets more intense, the entertainer looked around the room. LED eyes scanning person to person until they landed on a certain blond hero. Their eyes forming into that cute face Hizashi loves as they made their way toured him.
Before Hizashi knew it, the newly discovered DJ was bowing in front of him, a hand stretched out for him to take. Hizashi blinked. He looked at the gloved hand in front of him, then took it with his own gloved hand.
A smile formed on your face. Holding his hand to the dark plastic hiding your mouth, acting like you're kissing the hand of a fair maiden. You pulled the star-struck man in the middle of the dance floor, moving your body as a slight gesture to get him to dance.
When Hizashi was done fanboying in his head, his smile grew. He immediately began dancing along with you, trying so very hard not to make a fool out of himself. You can see the nervousness on his face, it’s nothing new to you. Some people you pull are nervous for a few seconds but relax and let loose when they're comfortable.
“Work it. Make it. Do it. Makes us.” You spoke, your quirk activating to sound like a robot that is missing a couple screws. Hips moving to the beat.
“Harder. Better. Faster. Stronger.” You dipped the man like you were some kind of fancy ball. Shoulders moving to the beat.
“More than. Hour. Our. Never.” You hoisted him back onto his feet. Hizashi spins you around and pulls you into his arms. The crowd cheering and laughing.
“Ever. After. Work is. Over.” Your singing lining perfectly to the music. If someone didn’t know you where partially new to this, they would have guessed you were a pro.
“Work it. Make it. Do it. Makes us.” You smiled at the blond man you chose for a dance. His enthusiastic movements show he’s not new to this kind of scene.
“Harder. Better. Faster. Stronger.” The way your LED eyes narrowed at the words you sang made his face flush. The music changed, and the pace quickened.
“Work it harder. Make it better. Do it faster. Makes us stronger.” You put more movement into your dancing as the speed picks up.
“More than ever. Hour after. Our work is. Never over.” You take hold of Hizashi’s hand and spin him around as he did to you. He flashed a dramatic pose followed along with finger guns. A chuckle erupted from your mouth at the man's antics.
“Work it harder. Make it better. Do it faster. Makes us stronger. More than ever. Hour after. Our work is. Never over.” With every sentence you moved your body, Hizashi does so too.
“Work it harder. Make it better. Do it faster. Makes us stronger. More than ever. Hour after. Our work is. Never over.” The chorus kicks in and everyone cheers, some even singing poorly along with you.
“Work it harder. Make it better. Do it faster. Makes us stronger. More than ever. Hour after. Our work is. Never over.” Both of your movements match each other and the beat of the song.
“Work it harder. Make it better. Do it faster. Makes us stronger. More than ever. Hour after. Our work is. Never over.” Your words seem to be turning into a glitch. Hizashi was amazed at this. Sure he’s seen videos of you, but nothing beats the real thing.
“Work it harder. Make it better. Do it faster. Makes us stronger. More than ever. Hour after. Our work is. Never over.” Hizashi saw your lips move to the lyrics. He heard your chuckle from earlier threw the speakers. That's how he knew you weren‘t lip singing. Hizashi merely stared at you until a smirk arose on his face.
Your mask glitches to match the music, a nice touch you suggested. “Work it harder. Make it better. Do it faster. Makes us stronger. More than ever. Hour after. Our work is. Never over.” You sang, spinning around Hizashi with a slight giggle.
“Work it harder. Make it better. Do it faster. Makes us stronger. More than ever. Hour after. Our work is. Never over.” Hizashi quickly turning around and grabbing your waist.
“Work it harder. Make it better. Do it faster. Makes us stronger. More than ever. Hour after. Our work is. Never over.” The crowd seemed to join in and dance, not worrying who was watching.
“Work it harder. Make it better. Do it faster. Makes us stronger. More than ever. Hour after. Our work is. Never over.” Hizashi lifted you into the air as you hit notes no normal human has ever hit. The voice hero could hear a small squeal as you sang.
“Work it harder. Make it better. Do it faster. Makes us stronger. More than ever. Hour after. Our work is. Never over.” Hizashi lowered you back to the floor with a smirk on his face. A bright smile could be seen through the dark plastic of your mask.
“Work it harder. Make it better. Do it faster. Makes us stronger. More than ever. Hour after. Our work is. Never over.” As you sang the last line, the music cut off and the crowd cheered. You waved at the crowd and bowed, your hand still resting in Hizashi’s.
“I’m going to take a short break! Don’t stop partying and don’t have too much fun without me!” You gave a wink and turned the man you had been dancing with. Before you spoke, you pressed a button on your helmet, disconnecting the microphone. “Sorry to cut chat short. You're a good dancer!”
With that, you ran to the D.J. booth, played another song, and ran backstage to the V.I.P. section. Luckily for him, he had his pass to get into said room.