grease is the word 🎵

{Intro.}

Speakers from all around town boomed with the sound "This is the main brain, Vince Vontain beginning your day the only way! Music music music! Get out out of bed it's the first day of school don't be a slob! Don't get a job! Go back to class you can pass! And to start the day off right i'm gonna play a new old favorite of mine."

Midoriya, or Danny as most people called him. Has awoken by now stretching and scratching his back. He decided he'd turn it up when he heard the lyrics.

"I solve my problems and i see the light"

The sound of the grove taking over as he got up and began to dance his way up and over to the mirror.

"we got a lovin thing we gotta feed it right"

When he looked in the mirror, his curly hair had turned into a slight afro over night.

"there ain't no danger we can go too far"

He gave a small sigh, taking his grease into his hands to smooth his curly mess down.

"we start believing now, that we be what we are. Grease is the word."

He took his comb and took sections out one by one.

"they think our love is just a growin pain"

He had successfully combed down all his hair expect the curls he left slightly natural at the base of his neck.

"why don't they understand, it's just a cryin shame"

He gave himself one good final look over before images of Elvis flashed through his mind.

"their lips are lying only real is real"

Midoriya moves to the front of his head and grabbed a small bit of hair before pulling it out of the slickness. It had called into a perfect curl like Elvis.

"we stop the fight right now, we got to be what we feel"

He he gave his tongue a click before finger gunning in the mirror and winking at himself. He was ready and off to finish the final year of school.

"grease is the word"

Ururaka woke up in her queen sized mattress, the light fluttering in through the window and the music coming from her small radio awoke her.

"it's not grove it's got meaning"

She promptly rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Pushing herself off the bed and giving her spine a good stretch.

"grease is the time, is the place, is the motion"

She dawned on her robe and looked out the window, there were blue birds sitting and chirping at her.

"now grease is the way we are feeling"

She smiled at them as she swayed her hips on over to her large vanity.

"we take the pressure and we throw away"

She breathed out a nervous sigh. An American high school, she thought to herself as she moved for her comb to untangle her hair.