"Ochako Uraraka! Wake up!" Ochako's mom yelled. She woke up with a start. "YOU'LL BE LATE FOR YOUR ENTRANCE EXAM!"

"AHAHAH I'M COMING!" Ochako yelled back scrambling to get ready. She threw on whatever she found in her barely-big-enough-closet; her school uniform and a brown coat. Then she grabbed her pink scarf, running to the kitchen.

"YOU BETTER BE READ- oh good. You need to bring anything?" Her mom asked, as Ochako went entered the kitchen to grab an apple.

"Nope! They have everything there already!" She said with a bright smile. Her mom smiled back with a sigh. Her dad was at work. Errrr….was trying to get work.

"Now go get into U.A!" Her mom said pushing her out the door.

"Mooooom my bag!" She said as her bag was flung out and into her face. "Ow!" She cried slipping it on and running off. It was U.A entrance exams. The entrance exams for the most prestigious music school in the country.

So many amazing artists have come from that school. The American-Japanese rocker who goes by All-Might, softer piano like Eraserhead, or even Midnight who writes romantic music!

She was super excited. And nervous. She rubbed the pads on her fingers as she walked. It was her dream to make music, and support her family.

After a few minutes she turned onto the campus. So many students were chatting and walking up to the exam area. Then she saw this one boy with messy green hair. He was muttering about something, while falling forward. She lunged forward and grabbed him by the shirt.

"Huh?" He said looking back at her. He had big green eyes and freckles.

"Oh umm I saw you fall forward and I caught you. I'm sorry but I couldn't think of anything else," she said with a smile helping him back up. He blinked, flushed a bit, and started to mutter again. Ochako shrugged and started to walk off.

"See you in the exam!" She waved back to him. She went up the stairs and into the exam room.

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"Welcome maybe future U.A students!" The school DJ, Mr. Yamada, AKA Present Mic, yelled out to an unenthusiastic crowd. "Now I know why you're all here, you're here for the best music program!" He said, waiting for cheers.

He got nada. None. Zip. Zero. It was silent can you tell.

"Ahem. Anyways, first we have the written exam, for regular classes. So on. Then we have the real fun stuff," he waited again, no avail. "We get to see your talents! Your musical quirk if you may."

She heard some muttering coming from behind her. "That's weird..." she mused, turning her head slightly to see the klutzy weird green haired kid. She shrugged and turned back to Present Mic.

"Now we have instruments set out for you, but we're going to hunger games this. That's right first come first serve," He said with a smile.

Still silent. "Tough crowd huh."

"Excuse me sir!" A hand shot straight into the air. She turned around to see a tall guy with dark hair and dark eyes.

"Yes you there!"

"What do you mean by first come first serve?"

"You grab it first it's yours. Try not to destroy anything."

"And you there! Stop your muttering! You're distracting the rest of us!" The dark haired guy said to the poor green haired dude.

Sheesh this was confusing. "Ahh I'm so sorry! Sometimes I forget I'm talking aloud…" the mutter guy peeped.

"Now we go into how it's scored..."

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"Ugh finally we get to show off our skills!" She wailed to the air. The exams were tough, and super long. "But we have to hunger games this," she muttered, arms sinking back to her sides. That was going to be interesting.

"Wow! This place is huge!" She gasped looking around. She changed into more comfortable clothes, a white tank top, a navy jacket and matching pants. She was ready to kick some butt.

They were shuttled to a battle center. Center B….? It was huge. She stood in the middle of the crowd of students, clutching her hands to her chest. Then she heard stuttering, and a whole lot of no's.

She turned around to see that one dorky green haired guy, and the uptight glasses dude arguing…? The Present Mic yelled over the muttering, "RIGHT! LET'S START! THERE ARE NO COUNTDOWNS IN REAL PERFORMANCES, RUN RUN RUN!" He yelled and everyone flushed forward.

"Pardon me! Ouch! Oof, man..." She muttered getting squashed in the moving crowd. As soon as she got in, she grabbed a guitar. "Got something!" She cheered. Then she remembered the rules, you have to blow the judges away.

She started to play a soft but powerful rift while quietly singing. Everyone else had much flasher stuff. A drum solo, or a killer heavy metal rift. Her fingers flew over the chords, and she got the messy hair dudes eye. He looked so lost.

The points on the base of the guitar (how much money does this school get?!) started to rack up. 21, 24, 25, 28. "Twenty eight!" She cheered. Someone else yelled out forty five, but even so, she still felt happy.

A ton of people were fighting, it was terrifying. She watched one guy do an explosive song. That was the scariest thing. Then came the challenge, Present Mic trying to drown them out. "Crap!" She whispered.

While she was distracted she cut her finger. The other people started to scream and yell, amping themselves up. She was suddenly left in the dust. Blood dripped down her finger and the guitar.

Her chance was slipping away with the blood. Then she looked down and cried out. The green haired boy turned around, his quest for an instrument futile. She was stuck. He went up to her, and started to sing along with her weakening playing.

His voice was not perfect, raspy and deep. A powerful, sexy voice. She blushed at that last thought. Nope no, no time for that. With a little work it would be amazing.

Then his voice broke a little bit, he was straining himself. More breaking, more cracks, more coughing. She stopped for a second, and slapped him. If he kept going like that, his vocal cords will be permanently damaged.

Her fingers were now really cut up. She looked at him, zero points.

"TIMES UP!" Present Mic yelled. The green haired boy looked like he was going to cry, and he passed out.

"That was awesome! His voice was so cool," Some kids said. She collapsed, her hand hurting. Then a short older woman, with her gray hair pulled up into a bun, appeared on sight. She tisked at the green haired boy on the ground, and then shook her head at Ochako's hand.

"Wow, his hands are a mess, and his voice was blown out. My my," She muttered, as she wrapped up Ochako's hand.

She started to fix up the boy, and then left. "That was cool!" Someone else said, she just sat there.

It was over.

Then why did she feel so horrible?

He didn't have any points, he helped her instead of getting any.

She wanted to help him. So she'll give him points if it'll help him.

That she did

~~{}One entire long agonizing week later{}~~

"IT'S HERE! OCHAKO SWEETIE THE LETTERS ARE HERE!" Ochako's mom cried, she came bolting into the kitchen, slipping and splatting on the ground, but she didn't care. She scrambled to her feet.

"My baby!" He dad cried, going in for a hug.

"Daaaaaaad! I haven't gotten in yet!" She cried, trying to get to the letter.

"I'm so excited!" Her mom squealed. Ochako giggled, opening the letter. She remembered trying to give her points to the green haired guy, then learning he got points for teamwork. Hero points kind of. She opened the letter, and started to read.

Miss Uraraka,

Congratulations!

We are proud and pleased to welcome you to our school.

She dropped the letter after reading the first part. Her face paled. Her parents looked down, forlorn. Thinking she didn't get in. Then she started to scream.

"I GOT IN! I GOT IN!" She squealed, jumping up and down, giggling. Her parents snapped back up, and started to celebrate with her. Hugs and laughter filled the small worn down house.

"WE'RE GOING OUT TO EAT TONIGHT! TO CELEBRATE!" Her dad said proudly.

"Daddy, you don't-"

"Of course I do! I'm so proud of you! You worked so hard to get into this school, and the fact you were willing to give up some of your points to help out someone else, makes me incredibly proud," He said, hugging her tighter. Her mother clapped and smiled.

"I'm going to U.A!" She cheered.