He jumped, and came back a different person. But that doesn't mean he ever stopped loving him.
My first book :)
TW: Heavy topics, Suicide, Memory Loss, Anxiety
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(A/N: WOOO another chapter ^^!! This one you'll need the video above for. I'm really happy I got around to typing out my thoughts for this scene. Leave a comment :> )
As he stepped into the gym, he could feel himself start to sweat. He was nervous for sure but had to push those feelings aside so he could focus on his dream. The gym was empty and huge. Concrete floors and windows on the high end of the walls. The only thing in the big gym other than Y/N, Nezu, and Akutsu was a judge table like the ones he's seen on TV and behind them were three people. The first was a tall man with tangled, long, black hair. He wore a tired expression and an unshaven face. He wore an all black outfit that made him look slightly intimidating, that and the scar under his eye was enough to slightly frighten Y/N. The second person was a woman with long, slightly messy, dark navy hair. She had a red mask on which Y/N couldn't figure out a use to. She wore a white bodysuit with black accents and red gems. Y/N noted how extra she looked compared to the other scraggly man next to her. The third person was a man with gravity defying hair. It was more yellow than blonde and stuck up like a cockatoo. Y/N smiled slightly at the comparison. He had sunglasses on and looked like the embodiment of an extrovert. Y/N found humor in his appearance but tried to ignore it to not burst out laughing. He watched as Principle Nezu took his empty seat next to the banana man, having to jump to reach his seat.
Principle Nezu leaned into his microphone and said "Here we are in the gymnasium where you will demonstrate your quirk. Next to me is Aizawa, Ms. Midnight, and Present Mic." Huh. Present Mic, pretty fitting name. Y/N thought. My name is Y/N He awkwardly signed. As Akutsu translated, Y/N took a second to question his situation. He would need to ask for a device to play music on. As he was thinking Principle Nezu said, "I can tell from your expression you have some questions about demonstrating and other things." Was this mouse thing a mind reader? "Now is a good time to ask them so ask away!" He continued with a smile. Y/N thought for a second before asking do you do this with all the other kids? It seemed a little excessive to give a bunch of students a tour. Principle Nezu smiled and said "Well, not one at a time, no. Your resume peaked our interest because we'd never heard of you. We found you in a folder at the hospital but wanted to make sure you really were... you. Your story seemed a little farfetched so we wanted to meet you before hand. Everyone else we could do research on." He explained. Wow, these kids must be famous. The only thing that showed up when you searched Y/Ns name was a prison file of his father.
After a couple more questions and answers, it was time for Y/N to show his quirk. His stomach was going crazy with butterflies and he was nervously rocking back and forth on his heels. He looked up and signed I'm sorry but does anyone have a device to play music? Aizawa didn't look pleased at this request and said "We expect you to be prepared." Y/N's face flushed as he signed I- don't have any money to buy a phone. That shut Aizawa up as he sat back down. Present Mic slid his phone across the counter and Akutsu handed it to Y/N who was fidgeting his feet. He took the phone and typed in BTS Dionysus he had practiced this dance thousands of times but felt everything drain from his memory. Y/N did not like that, he hated forgetting, he had done it too much. Avoiding going into panic he held his breath and played the song. Illusions immediately forming, making his eyes turn gold and changing his outfit to a white suit just like he had seen in the videos.
(I'm sorry if you don't like BTS)
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Making a table physically, almost identical to the ones the teachers and principle where sitting at, he banged his fists on it, matching the rhythm checking the density of the ground and concrete so he could figure out how much force to use. When the next members turn showed up, he jumped on the table carving a staff out of concrete, identical to the one the man had in the video he had seen. He knew it would make an impressive stage at a music concert but so far, it was almost useless on the battle field. He put some illusions of the stage he forced into his memory making the gym disappear. He made spikes shoot up from the ground, proving it could be used as an attack. Soon he felt himself slipping into the music. He tried his best to stay focused as to avoid disaster. His face morphing into a smile with furrowed eyebrows he looked nothing like the little boy who walked into the big gym before, he looked dangerous.
After a couple minutes of impressive stunts and tricks, the song ended. Y/N kneeled to the floor, completely exhausted. He looked up to see the spikes and table still there, the staff by his side, and the stage vanished. Another thing he noticed that was quite satisfying was the looks on the teacher's faces. Present Mic looked about ready to scream and Ms. Midnight had a big smile on her face. Mr. Aizawa's eyebrows raised slightly but that was a win in Y/N's book. Principle Nezu had the same calm smile on his face and looked to the teachers as if to say See? I told you this was no bluff. Y/N felt proud of himself. He had done it. He had got into UA.
