"WOAH!" he tapped his cane on the ground, striking a pose to hype himself up. The sound of the tap was masked by hundreds of pairs of feet pounding the wooden bleachers in front and on top of him.

"WOAH!"

Another shout. Another tap. Another pose. Another stomp. He grinned at the sound of the performers singing, knowing they were having just as much fun as he was.

"WOAH!" Cue me.

"Ladies and gents, this is the moment you've been waiting for." He let his voice stay quiet and low, an echo compared to the performers in the center ring.

Good.

"WOAH!"

"You're searching in the dark, your sweat soaking through the floor." He cast his voice to different parts of the tent, making it seem as though he were everywhere and nowhere.

"WOAH!"

"And buried in your bones there's an ache that you can't ignore. Taking your breath. Stealing you mind." An all-to-visible grin from Shinsou accompanied this line. "And all that is real is left behind." He began walking down the center aisle toward the center ring, two horses following him at close range. He mentally praised Kota's multitasking.

"Don't fight it, it's coming for ya,"

The rest of the performers sang 'running atchya' with him, giving the line a dramatic effect. He turned to face the audience so the performers could start their complex game of 'pass the conductor'. He felt himself launched into the air, and bent into a graceful backflip as Iida grabbed his knees.

"It's only this moment, don't care what comes after." The actors had always marveled at his ability to continue singing while being launched through the air at breakneck speeds.

"Your fever dream, can't you see it gettin' closer?" Iida passed him to Mina, who threw him towards the audience. Just as he was about to land in some kid's kettle corn, he was yanked back toward the circle by Sero and Tsu.

"Just surrender 'cause you feel the feelin' takin' over." He was whipped into the waiting arms of Kirishima, who had been blown into the air by Bakugo. He was tossed toward Uraraka, who sent him floating towards the roof.

"It's fire, it's freedom, it's floodin' open!" Shoto triggered his fire, sending a blast into the air before Kota summoned his eagle, Prism, on the word freedom. Uraraka dropped him on flooding open, directly onto Shiozaki's head.

"It's a preacher in the pulpit and your blind devotion." He was once again lifted into the air, this time by vines. He stood straight up, hands together in a praying pose.

"There's somethin' breakin' at the brick of every wall." He was set onto the bar of Sato's dumbbell. He extended a hand toward the audience.

"It's holdin' all that you know, so tell me do you wanna go?" He backflipped into the thick of performers, where he was engulfed by Dark Shadow during the chorus.

"Where it's covered in all the colored lights. Where the runaways are runnin' the night.
Impossible comes true, it's takin' over you. Oh, this is the greatest show! We light it up, we won't come down. And the sun can't stop us now! Watchin' it come true, it's takin' over you.
Oh, this is the greatest show!" the group demonstrated various quirks, mostly ones they could not work into pass the conductor. In other words, ones that would've resulted in severe injury.

"WOAH!" The second verse started, and he was once again launched into the air. He was passed around as he sang, performing complicated flips as he was catapulted between his friends. After the second chorus, he was set down. Izuku spread his arms and spun in a slow circle as he sang.

"It's everything you ever want." He looked at Shoto, who smiled back at him.

"It's everything you ever need." Katzuki grinned at him and set off a few small explosions.

"And it's here right in front of you. This is where you wanna be."

What-a-lucious-line-break

The first quirked person he had met was Katsuki Bakugo, his next door neighbor. His best friend until the early age of four, when Bakugo's quirk manifested. He fell off a log bridging a creek log and saved himself from breaking something by subconsciously using small explosions to hover over the ground. He had dropped himself in the river after that, and then ran off crying. Izuku hadn't seen him since.

The second quirked he met was on a job. He was a bit of a handyman, and he was fixing an oven for the prestigious Todoroki family. Their youngest son, Shoto, had come out to talk to him. The two boys were eight, and Shoto had wanted to play. He didn't realize the eight-year-old was the mechanic.

"How's it going?" Izuku wiped the sweat off of his forehead and sighed.

"Okay. Yeah, yeah, it's going good. Say," he trailed off, looking back at the extensive damage. "What happened?" Shoto paled, but before he could interrogate him further, his face screwed up.

"Gah -CHOO!" Fire shot out of one side of his body, while ice shot out the other side. Shoto looked back up at Izuku in fear. Izuku nodded, flashing him a small grin.

"Got it. Can you tell your dad I'm giving you half off? Tell him it's quirk insurance."

Over the years, the two had tried to keep in touch, but Izuku hadn't heard from the young Todoroki since his dad moved him to some quirk-control boarding school over in America.

Midoriya sat watching the news, bored again. He was thinking of his childhood friends as yet another story played about such-and-such is quirked, can't control it, yada ye, yada ya. He got up and looked for his phone book, having just come up with an idea that could prevent these stupid news stories, or end then once and for all. He eventually found his friend's number, and dialed it into his phone. It rang twice, and a gruff 'hello?' sounded through the receiver.

"Hi Bakugo! Midoriya here."

"Fuck off nerd."

"I want to talk about quirks." He could hear popping on the other end, meaning Bakugo was probably using his quirk at the moment, a terrifyingly explosive quirk that was perfect for the terrifyingly explosive man.

"What about 'em?"

"We could make people less afraid of them." Izuku heard silence over the phone, meaning he was screwed or…

"Meet me at the old hang. And I'm bringing a guest."

… not.

Look-at-my-smexy-line-break

Izuku made his way to 'the old hang', a tree fallen over a river. The place where Bakugo first found his quirk. Izuku crawled onto the tree and walked towards the middle of the trunk with far more confidence than his four-year-old self had years ago. He sat down in the middle and waited for Bakugo. A few minutes passed before Ye Olde Blasty showed up, a redhead in tow.

"Alright Zuku, what's your big idea?" His old friend was always so to-the-point.

"Slow down, Kacchan. First of all, who's he?" Izuku pointed at his friend's plus one. Said plus one tried to push past Katsuki, prepared to introduce himself. He was quickly shoved off the log, being forced to take the two-story trip to the river the fast way. Izuku peered over the edge and watched as Red developed a rocky texture to his skin. He hit the river like a sack of bricks, sending a flume of water directly into his face.

"Come on now, Kacchan, was that really necessary?"

"Absolutely."

The duo waited for Red to climb back up. They talked about how life had been, what they were doing, how they were doing, and all that jazz.

"As for who I've been doing…" Katsuki jabbed a finger towards his now sopping wet friend. The man raised his hand in a small wave, coming to sit down next to his boyfriend, apparently.

"Eijiro Kirishima, at your service! Sorry about my idiot boyfriend," he said, rubbing the back of his head. Bakugo scoffed.

"Don't be. He was my idiot best friend first." The boys chuckled at Bakugo's expense. After regaining composure, Izuku got down to business.

"Why don't we go to my apartment? We can talk there."

And-another-amazing-line-break

"So, what's the big deal? What'd you call Kat for?" The three were seated around Izuku's tiny table, having dragged an overstuffed armchair from the living room.

"Like I told him, I might have figured out a way to reduce fear of quirks. And, if it works well, we could change laws, help people use quirks instead of hiding them. We could rewrite history. How? Well-" he looked between the two men "-everyone loves a show."

"So what you're suggesting, is we gather up a bunch of quirked people and put on a show? Izuku, you've always been crazy, but this is pure insanity. I'm in."

"Same here!" Izuku smiled at the enthusiasm.

"Then let's get to work."

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