Rockstar Gf ✓

great opportunity.

nine — great opportunity.

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"my head hurts!"

"shut up!" y/n snapped at her friend, offering him two pain pills and a cup of water. "if it hurts, shouting about it isn't going to help it, you know."

midoriya scrunched his face at her- immediately regretting it as he lifted careful fingers to his head.

"ugh, i don't even remember everything that happened last night," he said. "i didn't have that many drinks at first... but kaminari offered to pay for my tab, so i guess i just went a little crazy. too bad i was too drunk to fuck..."

"izuku," y/n rolled her eyes, tone exasperated. "jesus, take your pills,"

"i'm just saying. sleeping with denki kaminari from screaming in japan... wow," midoriya took both pills at once, setting his water on his side table. "i wonder how todoroki's night went. think him and... kacchan hooked up?"

y/n laughed and dropped into bed next to her friend, moving closer so she could lay her head on his neck, "most likely," she said, midoriya accepting the cuddle and throwing an arm over her waist. "when do any of his nights end up without him getting in someone's pants?"

midoriya snorted and moved his head to look down at y/n, "how was your night? you haven't said a word about it the entire time, which is weird 'cause... jirou. kyouka." y/n breathed out a laugh and midoriya frowned, "did something happen? like, bad?"

y/n quickly shook her head, "no, no... nothing bad at all, actually. she just... i don't know, she gave me an offer and i'm not sure about it. it's been on my mind and it's ruining the memory of the night,"

"talk to me."

y/n immediately took the oppurtunity and sat up as midoriya laid down, closing his eyes.

"she found out that i'm an artist. i told her i was majoring in fine arts, showed her my work- but i told her i was just... really scared about my career path because it isn't very promising. but she told me to just go for it and said my work is amazing and she really wanted to help me get discovered and then-" y/n took a quick breath, preparing herself.

"and then...?" midoriya trailed, eyes remaining closed.

"she asked me if i could do art for the band." y/n blurted out.

midoriya's eyes snapped open and he sat up, "what!?" he winced at his head, "fuck- that hurt! but- what?"

"like- official graphic design stuff. album cover, merch, posters-"

"no- i know what you mean- i... why the- why is it bothering you, y/n?" midoriya said incredulously, "why- that's an amazing opportunity? and for your favourite band-"

"that's- that's why, izuku!" y/n cried, pushing herself from the bed. she steadily paced the small room, wringing her hands anxiously, "like, i know this is amazing and it's like- literally a dream i never knew i had? but i'm just terrified. what if- what if i come up with a design or something and she tells me she doesn't like it? what if i can't reach the standards of the best rock band of the century? or worse- what if she hates it and doesn't tell me because she doesn't want to hurt my feelings and she's stuck with merch and an album cover that she-"

"y/n." izuku breathed in half-exasperation, half-sympathy. he stood from the bed and reached out to grip the girls shoulders, tight and comfortingly. "honey, sweetie, baby, darling, my love- you're over thinking this," he half laughed. "you're so cute, i could kiss you."

"izukuuuu,"

"listen: there's no need to worry about that. i'm 99% sure you'll be working with a team of other graphic designers for them. mangers, merch people, and other important officials. you will never get a straight no from anyone in the group. reason being the process of trial and error with your graphics team, only suggestions and changes to your original idea- you of all people should know you never get rid of the base you started with- and the final products of whatever you have that'll be shown to them once that process is over."

midoriya pressed a kiss to y/n's cheek and pulled back with a tap to her nose, "there's absolutely nothing to worry about. and as your best friend, it's my job to make sure you take this amazing opportunity before you can ruin it for yourself. now, do you have jirou in your contacts?"

y/n nodded, "she gave me her number last night..."

"phone." midoriya held out his hand, which y/n willingly placed the device in. she folded her arms as she watched midoriya swipe and type on her phone. and finally, he clicked it off, "there. you just agreed to be apart of the graphic design team for screaming in japan," he said, clearly satisfied with himself.

y/n's phone buzzed, the preview notification reading,

kyouka: seriously!? thank god, i was so worried you wouldn't accept!!! i'm so excited!!

y/n looked up from her phone and to her best friend, "i love you,"

midoriya hummed, "mhmm!"