Meet Me Backstage

Chapter One: VIP

Chapter 1
Aggressive tattering of the keyboard filled the empty and dark room, the lightsource just being a weak and low light of the screen that was in front of a silhouette. The room was filled with darker figures of, what seemed like, rectangles of  large sheets of paper hung up around his room, his desk filled with figures, and his shelves also with collections of a similar figure throughout the length of the wood. It was a rather foggy day, but the smile that shone through the darkest room of the house that was singly lit, sounds of continued playlists of a consistent band rang through the silence of the room. The boy, who was wrapped in a sequence of layers of a thick fabric, was jiggling happily in his spot as he gave himself an excited squeal. He was all giddy over his laptop, the screen illuminating a message from one if his friends, it reading, "Hey, I got you some tickets to the Hero Course! Whats better? Its VIP!"
He let his forest green orbs light up with each time his eyes decided to glaze over the words over and over. Of course, he shot out of the mountain of blankets, like if he was the magma making its way out of the rocky volcano, turning itself into a bright and glowing colors. He made his smile gleam continuously as he bounced around in his spot, small squeals of joy escaped from the back of his throat to screech out of his jaws. He was going to meet the ones who made his life complete. He made his smile known to the world, his hands making their way to his lips in a form of a fist, excitingly fangirling in a high pitched tone. He was going to go through to something he waited for years, ever since he was a child, this was possibly the best day of his life. The boy didnt really have anything to do that day, so he decided to prepare at once. He wanted the day he meets his idols perfect, to the second he meets them, to the second he leaves them. He carefully planned out his ideas, starting off with a mumbling fit that came out almost skillfully and smoothly. Izuku shuffled himself over to the sliding doors of his closet, standing in front of it with a focused expression plastered on his freckled skin, his pointer finger slotted against his upper lip as his other fingers curled lazily towards his pal. He was choosing on taking an entire luggage to the concert,  just so he could get every single merch that he purchased previously the past years and keep a shrine of it. He didnt hesitate to haul over the bundle over his shoulder, collapsing in the process. He gave a grunt of mild distress, his brain slightly swirling at the collision, but impressively regained himself.
The forest green haired bunch shoved the case aside, leaning forward towards his closet in attempt to let his fingers position themselves to hold his upper body weight up, staring into the abyss of neatly folded clothes, wondering if he should take all of them. He shook his head at the insane thought, deciding to wander through his head, mumbling to himself on an idea he could agree to his fanboy side on. He made sure that his unique mumbling was able to take over on himself as he elaborated on his idea, "Well, since i wouldnt be able to fit in these clothes, it wouldnt be a hassle to wash them and cleanse them of the signature ill get on it, so maybe one of the shirts of All Might that ive received at a younger age will be easier to resist the urge of putting it on." He let his words consume his thoughts, the invasive things on maybe becoming a star one day will follow through and get advertised by the one and only All Might. He shook the outrageous thought out of his brain, trying to make sense of his own thoughts, lassoing them and pulling them back to ground level. He averted his gaze to the dark edges of his closet, which clothes that he hasnt worn in a while usually laid, and changed his gaze to the shelf right above the racks of clothing. There, is where he usually stored his older things as in things he had as a kid. He purred at his discovery and used the edge of the wooden slided door to lurch himself onto his feet, standing proudly before letting his arms extend to a more proper length to grab a box, the dust ontop of it slightly shedding off onto the boy underneath it. He gave out a small kitten sneeze, settling the box ontop of the luggage and sat right in front of it, comfortably shifting as he brushed the box off cleanly.
Izuku sighed and let his fingers slowly slip across the top of the box, letting his fingertips curl and slip open the cardboard flaps. He made sure that his hands were delicate with the box, unknown on how fragile it could be. He noticed the neatly folded, graphic t-shirts were fitted nicely in two stacks. His eyes glazed over the boxes and the one shirt that popped out the most was the one his hands grabbed at, pulling it out and lifted it into the air, examining the slightly worn down features, a wide smile appearing on his face as he folded the shirt into a nice rectangle, putting it aside. He made sure that he closed the box subtly, scooping it back up with his fingers digging underneath the frail box, picking it up and hauled it back onto the shelf, sliding it in its preferred slot smoothly. He let his arms fall back to his sides and let his hands grip onto his hips proudly, his smile still being worn like someones favorite pair of shoes. He sighed and rested his thoughts down onto ground level again, glancing around his room to think of anything else to bring, kicking his fairly small luggage open. He bent his back over to grab the shirt and lay it into the bottom of the package, rising his posture back up and averted his gaze to the figures and collections of notebooks that were laid across the top shelf, shuffling over with haste.
The walking broccoli was shifting around on his feet as he let his hand rise to his plump lips to help decide on what he wanted, staring rather intensely to the figurines laid in front of him. His pupils were dilated and his forest green irises were proportional to the blacks, just a bit bigger in a focused expression. His freckled nose twitched a smidge before his hand hung up to snatch one of the figures more onto the right side, another dorky smile appearing onto his face. He let out a jidder of happiness circuit through his body. He made sure that his hands snatched a few more of the figures that were presented in front of him, skittering over to his luggage and laid the figures in neatly. He thought this would be enough for now, along with a sharpie that he grabbed, which was laying on his desk. He gazed up towards the ceiling and exhaled sharply, a wave of excitement taking over him. He was a bit scared on since it was close to one of his heat waves, that he would have to leave soon, which directed that with his omega scent he would have to be cautious around strangers, in case they would be an alpha, but he was happy that he could go backstage and meet his idol. His schedule was a day after the concert, which gave him a relief, but didnt know if he was prepared enough, which led him to the idea of packing some supplements just in case it comes a day earlier. He was excited, maybe a bit too excited.