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"okay midoryia, this is your first radio show. so, don't make any mistakes. the worlds' ears are listening-," kamanari starts, soon being cut off by his practical boss.

"don't scare him. anyway, midoriya here has already made a tv appearance and two radio shows back home. a clip of his song went viral on some app. tik-clock or tok'?" momo questioned herself.

"on in two sir!" a fragile-looking man ran out warning them, cutting momo from her thought.

"okay, thank you."

"now, big smiles out there 'zuku. just remember what I told you. some of those bozos like to pry into personal life and others live off backhanded compliments," she continued.

"are you nervous?" she questioned, slightly raising her brow.

now, the answer to that question wouldn't usually be so difficult to answer. but you could practically smell the serotonin coming from him.. or the sweat.

"i-."

"you're on in thirty seconds! mr. cat wouldn't be too happy with you being late!" the man ushered izuku out before answering his question. he was kinda glad he did.

"hello everyone and welcome back to the copy-cat show-," he hits a button and you hear a tiger roar.

izuku honestly found this weird but just went with it, but there was something nagging at him. something he couldn't quite place. the man looked familiar. too familiar.

"so today, we have some fresh meat. izuku midoriya or as his friends back home call him, deku," izuku eyes shot up so quick, they looked like they could fall right out. the man just simply smirked.

he couldn't even fathom how this man knew that name.

"he's a singer/songwriter by day.. heartbreaker by night. most of you might know him from the viral app, tiktok. his songs; losing control and his cover of the american hit: sweater weather, hit well over 60 million views," he explained.

izuku sat somewhat confused. why did this man know his ex-boyfriend's nickname for the boy and why'd he call him a heartbreaker.

"so midoryia, how are you? anything crazy happen to you recently? exes? how's mom? I want to know everything," izuku was beyond weirded out at this point but shook off the feeling.

he can't mess this up. this is a national station.

"actually, I'm pretty good-."

"thats always nice. now, there is a rumor that you have a certain dancer in your life. a new boyfriend or just friends with benefits? do tell," his cocky smile put a sour taste in izuku's mouth.

he just now taking in what the man had imposed. it slightly infuriated him.

"I-- uh," izuku looked out the window to his friends giving a reassuring thumbs up and smiles.

"actually, kitty," izuku changed his position and found a comfortable one, having an elbow on an armchair and laying back slightly. slipping on one of his shit-eating grins, he looked straight to the eyes of the blonde.