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Still at his dorm, Midoriya was in his dorm room with Tenya, and one of his recently graduated classmates Mirio.
"Why are you worrying about what your wearing so much anyway? Haven't you done this before? And when did you ever start playing piano well enough to compete?" Mirio asked as he messed with Izuku's laptop and some of his pens in his desk when he wasn't spinning around in his chair.
"It's a long story!" Yelling from the inside of his closet, and then he finally came out in a very nice pair of slacks and a blazer over a turtle neck. "And like I told you, I feel like I have to for some reason. I don't know what's wrong, but today feels off. I feel like something's going to happen."
"Ms.L/n is not even coming to your competition tonight? Why are you trying to look even nicer than when she does come?" Iida asked while standing up next to the chair that Mirio sat in.
"Some part of me feels like I'm doing this for Y/n...but it's bad enough she's not even going. I'm going to be a nervous wreck." Pulling down on the blazer to straighten out the subtle wrinkles.
"Maybe I have a bad feeling about tonight before she's not even going."
The boy sighed loudly and his head was starting to be filled with even more worries.
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"Mama...." Dragging out his words. "This jacket is uncomfortable. I don't want to wear it." The boy pouted.
"Aww honey!" Fixing the jacket back to the way she put it originally. "You look so handsome though! Don't complain darling. I thought you wanted to compete just like your friend L/n does."
Twisting his body, the young boy looked down at himself, and started to take back what he originally said. Looking up at his mother he was sneakily taking photos of her son, and awed at how cute he was.
"I do mama. B-but, can't I wear my All-Might shirt instead? I like that one a lot more. This one has too many buttons." She laughed warmly and wholeheartedly at her son who she found so adorable.
"No, my angel. You can't wear your All-Might t-shirt today because you have to wear formal attire."
"Normal conspire?" Young Midoriya said, butchering his words.
"No, my love, formal attire. It's a way of saying fancy dress. And for fancy occasions like these, you might have to start wearing a suit more often."
"Will there be a time where I can wear my All-Might shirt?" His mother giggles at her son once more.
"No, Izuku. Not to these types of events. But when you want to go to the store with me tomorrow, then you can." Midoriya smiled goofily, and nodded his head vigorously.
"Alright then. Let's finish getting you ready."
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"Do not worry Midoriya! Your friends will be here to cheer you on as well!"
Midoriya, running his hands under the running water of his sink faucet, cupped his hands and then threw the water back onto his hair to slick it backwards.
"Alright, I'm going to get a head start. I sent you guys the time, so don't worry." Before leaving out of the door, he grabbed his sheet music, and the green folder that G/n gave him that was already filled with other pieces of paper. "Lock my door on the inside on you guys's way out!" And out the door he went.
Getting downstairs to slip on his shoes. Ochsco sitting the couch with Jirou, Mina, and Momo secretly watched him put on his shoes before he left out of the dormitory doors.
"Where's Deku going?" She asked the girls, clearly giving them no true attention.
"Oh!" Jirou started while she had a chip in her mouth. "I'm pretty sure he's getting ready to go to his competition that's later tonight. I'm going too."
"Oh that sounds fun! We should all go to support Midoriya!" Momo said enthusiastically pumping her fist in the air.
"Yeah! We should all go!" Mina agrees.
"Aw! Too bad Ms.Y/n couldn't make it. How sad."
Jirou scoffed in aggravation, and got up from her spot on the couch. "Gosh your so petty Ochaco, you can't go one day without saying some petty shit like that." Walking about from the group to go get ready in her dorm room. "I'm going to start getting dressed, and if your coming I suggest you do too. And wear something nice!"
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Already behind stage, Midoriya looked beyond the curtain to be faced with a full house out of people in the seats below the stage watching the people who were being hit by the blinding lights above their heads.
Having less time that Midoriya initially wanted so that he would have time to prepare, a lady with glasses and wearing a pencil skirt came behind the curtain to tell the green haired boy that he was up next.
The anxiety really starting to hit him, he ran his fans through his hair and tired to think about what Y/n would say if she were here with him. He had convinced himself that that was the reason why the day felt so particularly odd, special, peculiar, bad.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he walked on stage, as the lady told him to do so. Once again being met by those annoying eye rendering lights. Once he was close enough to the piano bench, he bowed to the judges and sat down.
"Number 17 Izuku Midoriya, playing...Claire De Lune?" The boy nodded.
"Contestant Number 17, Izuku Midoriya, your information is customary and accurate, you may begin. Your time starts now."
"Y/n, my love. I know you're watching right now. Watch, and be proud of me...
