"UgH! He's such a pain to work with. I can't even take a break!" Uraraka groans stuffing ramen in her mouth. It's her soothing food. Izuku and Eiji sit there watching her. In a few days they'll have to perform for the school and the three wanted to take a small break before the big day. "He'll make me redo the whole choreography if I didn't breath in the right moments." She whined. She was only exaggerating a little bit. In all honesty she learned a lot from Katsuki in an odd way, but she still didn't like him."That's Kacchan for you. He's always wants everything perfect." Izuku said. "How about you, Eijisan? How are things with you and Shotokun?"
Now Eiji was the one stuffing his face with ramen. "All he does is just agree to what I say! He just let me pick the song and everything! I don't think this guy has a mind for himself!"
Izuku had a worried smile on his face. "That's not good." He said nervously. He didn't know how to help them, and everything was fine with him and Momo. Izuku looks down at his tea. People with diabetes can't eat things like pasta because it could cause spikes to his insulin and other problems as well. But if he really did want something with noodles he would have to eat whole grain. "I'm sure that you guys will still have an amazing performance either way."
"I sure hope so. The dance department represents the school the most." Ochaco said with her mouth full.
Although A.U has many departments the dance department is what makes it A.U. Izuku on the other hand believes that all of the other majors are incredible and should have the same recognition.
"Yeah. I think some news channels are going to be there." Eiji said. Izuku almost choked on his tea."News Channels? I thought this wasn't going to be a big show." The green haired boy felt his hands beginning to sweat. Ochaco raised an eyebrow.
"Every show that A.U does is important. Did you think there was only going to be just 200 people." She asked. Izuku laughed nervously.
"Is it bad that I thought there was only going to be 100?" He said.
"Deku... Do you have stage fright?" Eiji leans in and so did Ochaco making Izuku more frantic than before.
"I wouldn't say that! It's just that there's just a lot a people and it's just normal to be nervous about it."
The bell from the entrance door rang as it does when someone walks in. The restaurant went silent and the three looked behind them to see a group of college students. It was obvious to them that those people weren't from their school. Izuku squinted his eyes and recognized that some of them were the delinquents that harassed them before the first day of school. But this time there were three more. A short girl with blonde hair and a mischievous smile, a guy with black hair that looked very familiar, and in the middle between those two was a very skinny man with light blue hair with a black mask over his mouth. The trio turned their heads back hoping that the group of students didn't notice they were there. But the author loves drama.
"That's them Boss!" One of the delinquents pointed at the their booth. The hair in the back of Kirishima's neck stood up as the group walked closer.
Then they were right beside them where the three couldn't leave the booth if they wanted too.The trio pretend that they didn't see them an continued to look down at the table. That seem to aggravate the one in the mask and he kicked under the table. "Are you just going to ignore us?"
His voice was dry and mean. Izuku looks up at him and sees his piercing eyes looking back at him. The man grabs at his face to look at his face more intently. Kirishima was about to get out of his seat but Izuku nudged him under the table for him to not do anything reckless. "So this is him?" The stranger lets go of his face. Izuku rubbed his chin.

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Boku No Dancing University ((Slice of life))
FanfictionMidoriya wants to be the greatest dancer in history just like Tashinori Yagi. Though there's one problem... He's blind, well, at least not yet. Come see what happens when Midoriya enters the college of his dreams and meets new friends, and an old on...