a smile on your face and a song in your heart

prologue: song scarred soul

This is not my story I have gotten permission from the author KreadStornham to put their story on wattpad.
Foreword:

Hello!
This work wasn't my brain child. Writers and fans from RogueDruid's Writing Lair came up with this, and I took a shot.
Specifically, this work is for
A) my Nana, who gave me the title (over and over for years, though I never truly appreciated it),
B) users by the name of Vannevariable, Hazzard Overflow and several others who I can't thank enough for assisting me, because it would be wrong not to mention them,
C) ThisCat, whose story "Something Borrowed" was an eye opening experience in regards to extra-sensory imagery. I strongly recommend giving it a try. I should stress, I have not read it since starting this, nor had I read it for a while beforehand. This is not influenced by or based on SomethingBorrowed.
Like all of my works, this is an evolving story. I can't tell you everything that will happen, so please check the tags. Shipping may or may not happen. Friendships may or may not happen. I can only hope that everyone enjoys the portrayal of quirks and characters I've managed to stitch together here. Any questions, concerns or simple commentary, please leave below. I'll do my best to read through them and respond as I'm able.

Prologue: Song Scarred Soul

Patient

Midoriya Izuku

Quirk

Soul song: Can hear the manifestation of a person's health and experiences in musical form.

Izuku frowned down at his notebook.

It had been there all day, empty and staring back at him. If it were any other notebook the page would have been filled in a few minutes at most, but this notebook was mostly empty. Each page held only a few words at the top, and a single bullet point. He sighed and shut the notebook when the teacher entered the room. Whatever the teacher started off with was lost on Izuku as he glared down at the closed book.

"…but you're all going into the hero course anyways! And you have such fabulous quirks, but no using them in school!"

Izuku leaned over his desk, hands over his ears. The music played, regardless of his hearing, but he still tried every time. With everyone showing off, their songs had risen to a fever pitch out of nowhere.

"Sensei!"

Izuku groaned. Bakugo's song killed the rest with a long, low note, then rumbled to life as if to fill the space they left behind, "Don't lump me in with these extras!"

Bakugo Katsuki was all deep intimidating notes. His song played like the slow march of a breaking storm: he lorded himself over them, threatening but not dangerous yet. A bolt of lightning rang in the music when he leapt onto his desk and began his monologue. Izuku's eyes widened as he heard something ominous in his own song and he cowered in his seat as it grew louder.

"Aren't you also going to Yuuei, Midoriya?" Bakugo's music stopped.

Izuku sighed as a sad note began to peal out through the room.

The class promptly burst into laughter.

The walk home was long and dreary. It took all his mental effort to silence his song, just so that he could have a moment's peace. He didn't need the melancholy background noise to tell him that he was feeling depressed.