Solo

Before the Concert.

Aizawa Shouta, my manager, paced his office with that calm intensity of his, the kind that meant he was working through every possible detail and outcome.

As for me, I sat in the corner of the room, fiddling with my phone, half-listening to his mutterings about logistics and promotional strategies.

I was excited, sure, but there was always this undercurrent of anxiety before a big event.

"Midoriya," Aizawa finally said, breaking the silence.

"The concert is in three weeks. We've got everything lined up, but I need you to focus. This is your first solo performance in over a year. It needs to be perfect."

"I know," I replied, pocketing my phone and straightening up. "I've been practicing every day."

"Good," he nodded, his gaze softening slightly. "You've got the talent and the fan base, but we need to keep them engaged. This concert is more than just a performance—it's a statement."

Aizawa's words hung in the air, the weight of their significance pressing down on me.

 I knew exactly what he meant.

Being the number one idol came with expectations, and I had to meet them every time.

But this time I had an announcment. 

"We'll start with the media announcement tomorrow," Aizawa continued, flipping through his notebook. "The tickets will go on sale immediately after. Make sure you're ready for the promotional interviews and appearances."

I nodded, my mind already racing with thoughts of setlists, choreography, and stage designs.

But amidst all that, another idea had been brewing.

My bandmates—Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina, and even Bakugo—had become an unexpected yet vital part of my life recently.

"Aizawa, there's something I want to do," I said, the words tumbling out before I could overthink them.

"I want to give my bandmates VIP tickets to the concert. Front row, backstage passes, the whole package."

Aizawa raised an eyebrow but didn't seem entirely surprised. "You haven't signed with them yet. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yeah," I replied firmly. "They've been there for me. It's the least I can do."

Aizawa nodded thoughtfully. "Alright. I'll arrange it. But be prepared—the media is going to have a field day with this."

The next morning, as planned, the media announcement went out.

My face plastered across every major music outlet and social media platform, proclaiming the date of my concert.

The response was instantaneous and overwhelming. Fans flooded the internet with excitement, speculations, and support.

But it was the mention of the VIP tickets for my bandmates that truly set the internet ablaze. Within minutes, hashtags like #DekuConcert, #DekuAndTheBand, and #VIPBandmates were trending.

Fans were buzzing with curiosity about my relationship with the band and what it could mean for future collaborations.

I met up with Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina, and Bakugo later that day at our usual rehearsal space. The moment I walked in, their faces lit up with a mix of excitement and confusion.

"Dude, what's going on?" Kaminari blurted out. "The internet is going crazy about your concert and us."

I grinned, pulling out the VIP tickets from my bag. "I wanted to give you these. VIP tickets to the concert. Front row, backstage passes, everything."

Kirishima's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you serious? This is amazing!"

Mina practically bounced with excitement. "We get to see you perform live! Up close! This is going to be epic!"

Even Bakugo, with his usual gruff exterior, couldn't hide the small smirk tugging at his lips. "You better not mess up in front of us, Deku."

I laughed, feeling a warmth spread through me. "I won't. I promise."

As the day of the concert approached, the media frenzy only intensified.

Speculations about my future with the band ran rampant.

Were we going to officially sign together?

Was this concert a hint at a major announcement?

Fans and journalists alike dissected every piece of information they could find.

The morning of the concert, I woke up to a barrage of messages from Aizawa, reminding me of the schedule for the day.

Interviews, sound checks, meet-and-greets—it was all meticulously planned out.

But amidst the chaos, I felt a sense of calm. 

(Sorry for the short chap)