"Nerd!"
" aren't you the one with an all might underwear ?"
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▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ After your patrol that left you exhausted, you were back in your dorm by 11am, changing into the costume that they had given you. You thought it was ugly, yet others thought it was cute.
After putting on the outfit, and your favorite shoes, you decided to put your braids into a ponytail, letting the beads hang effortlessly.
With a clutch in hand, you were out the door, rushing towards where the concert would be held. Once you went in, it had been utter chaos, your classmates running around in a frenzy
"Has anyone seen Y/N?" Jiro called.
"Just got here!" you called.
Your classmates stopped to look at you, many shocked you were late, others not caring as they went on to continue preparing
"Girl, where have you been?" mina whined , pulling you into a hug
" i had patrol at 4am... just got out like an hour ago. Is Katsuki here?"
Mina nodded, dragging you over to the blonde, who sat in a corner, hitting his drumsticks against his leg while he listened to music
"Hey, how'd you sleep? I'm sorry i left abruptly but hopefully my message on how to get out was easy to read?" you plopped next to him, sucking in a deep breath.
"Tch. I knew you had fucking work... I slept fine and they were fucking easy enough" the boy mumbled.
Even though you couldn't see it, he was nervous, and the Katsuki Bakugo was never nervous! He planned something for you , yet all that was left was to execute it.
"Heres your mic , Y/N!" Mina winked at Katsuki , strutting away to command a quick run through of the dance before you could even say thanks.
" are you excited?" you questioned him, looking over to the boy who's eyes were glued to the floor.
"For this to finally be over? Hell yes." He snorted, making a small giggle escape your lips. The sound to him had been heavenly, making his heart skip a beat .
"Break a leg" you winked, taking your place at the microphone set up, the curtains still closed.
the rest of your class began to take places, whether it was to dance, put on effects, or to play an instrument/sing.
"And heres a performance by UA'S class 1A!" an announcer stated, a round of applause occurring as the curtains opened .
"Hit it!" you called, the sound of drumsticks hitting together filling your ears.
