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(Outside Jeanist Competitive Racing Opportunities Program ----->)

Katsuki's Point of View

An hour later we had finally arrived at our destination. Once Earphones pulled up to the entrance we all got out and she handed the keys to the valet. Standing before me was the only Best Jeanist Agency in America.

Ever since his retirement, he switched from racing to coaching and selling a wide variety of denim clothing and fashion. He'd gotten so popular he was the second most fashionable and in high demand industry in Japan. The first of course being my parents' company. Not too long ago he opened an office over here for trainees in search for his new sponsored team for Le Mans. It was his sole goal to win against All Might at least once.

A few months ago during after another one of my victorious wins in Tokyo, I was recruited by one of his scouts for a chance at not only being sponsored by one of the best racers, but I'd be set for life. My dream career would finally begin.

Everything I had ever hoped for would be set in stone. Every time someone doubted me, told me to give up, said I was not good enough, couldn't do it, a waste of time. Finally, I would prove them all wrong. I had sacrificed and dedicated my life to racing. My dream come true.

The mere thought of finally making my parents proud of me pushed me even harder. For this deal, I needed to maintain my image. Be fit, charming, have wit, and most of all, have talent and determination.

Here I am now, standing in front of Jeanist Competitive Racing Opportunities Program. Today if everything went well, not only would I get myself a ticket into my ideal career, negotiate a deal for my friends to join me, and maybe the old hag would come down and watch one of my races.

Straightening my posture and adjusting my tie, I took a deep breath in and walked towards the main entrance alongside Earphones and Pinky.

Pushing open the glass door, we strutted inside and Earphones lead the way towards the maintenance desk. She stated our names and then we were escorted upstairs to a private elevator. We rode up to the 86th floor and lead into a large waiting room. The woman who lead us here said we'd begun the conference shortly and then she left.

We each sat down in one of the many posh white leather seats placed around the area and sat quietly. Even if we didn't say anything to one another, you could tell we were all anxious. Pinky was wringing her hands, buying her bottom lip occasionally, and readjusting her crossed legs.

Earphones kept looking down at her phone and kept switching from looking at old texts to checking Instagram and playing video games to try and keep calm.

Trying my best to not seem anxious, regardless of what I said to Mina, I took in a couple of deep breaths and tried to control my knee from bouncing up and down.

When I had that under control, I put on my custom radiators to hide the emotion in my eyes and discreetly bit the inside of my cheeks. Fuck. If this went wrong all of this traveling, negotiating, keeping Earphones up late at night, having Pinky travel with us for emotional support would all be a waste. Only to prove my mother right. I couldn't do anything.