Alright, time to give credit where it is due. I own nothing, (except an arrangement soon:), including any and all songs mentioned. The song last chapter was 'The Greatest Show' from take a wild freaking guess, and the song this chapter is Found/Tonight, which is a combination of you will be found from dear Evan Hansen and the story of tonight from Hamilton. Without further adoo, here is the next chapter!

Izuku pulled out his computer, a price of shit he had brought back from the dead, and began making a flyer to advertise openings in the new performing group. The flyer was completed and sent to a local print shop. An hour later they had a stack of brightly colored papers ready for display. The next few weeks were a dizzying spiral of building hunting, flyer posting, and shouting matches. ('Babe, I love you, but if you mention dancing bears ONE MORE TIME-' 'It's a good idea!' 'No it's not.') Mysterious singing drifted through the air. The boys were walking to a new location in their seemingly neverending hunt for a location when they heard it. All three of them froze when they heard it, spellbound. Izuku held up a finger for his friends to stop, being to occupied to realize they already had.

"Have you ever felt like nobody was there?" It was a soft, halting melody, as if the singer was nervous. The woman's voice wavered, but she wasn't stopping.

"Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere?" Izuku ran into the alley, scanning the ladders on the sides of the buildings for the voice. She was still singing, but the sound echoed, making it hard to track.

"Have you ever felt like nobody could hear?" Bakugo and Kirishima ran up and joined him. The three stood back to back, scanning for the sound's source. They spun in confused circles, looking for the seemingly invisible lady.

Wait.

"Like you could fall, and no one could hear." Kirishima cleared his throat, stepping away from the group.

"Well." The others looked at him, surprised by his sudden singing. They moved closer together, closing the gap he left as he continued singing.

"Let that lonely feeling wash away." They heard a dim clattering, as if their mysterious voice was surprised and dropped something. Then, like an echo:

"All we see is light." Kirishima flashed a thumbs up at the others as he continued singing.

"Cause maybe there's a reason to believe you'll be okay." Another echo, this one much more prompt.

"For forever."

"Cause when you don't feel strong enough to stand, you can reach. Reach out your hand." Kirishima stretched an arm into the air. He held it out, waiting for his partner to join him.

He waited a minute, and was about to put his hand down as he felt another hand in his. He looked forward and found a floating tank top, scrunchie, and pair of skinny jeans. The girl squeezed his hand.

"Are you going to keep singing?" He smiled at her, then at Midoriya and Katsuki, then back at her.

"And oh-

"Raise a glass to freedom!"

Izuku watched as the two began to twirl around the alley, gracefully stepping over the trash on the ground. Even Bakugo was smiling as his boyfriend twirled this alley singer extraordinaire.

"The story of tonight." The pair finished their duet all too soon. Izuku took this opportunity to run up and grab the girl's hand.

"Please, what is your name, my mysterious lady?" She took a step back, the only visible sign of her panic.

"I can't… I can't tell you." Bakugo ran up, setting off explosions in his palms.

"Wait! We're quirked too. Me and Kiri." He grabbed one of the flyers and shoved it into her chest. "At least take one of these. Give us a call." She hesitantly put a hand on the flyer, just above Bakugo's. She scrunched the paper in her hand and pulled away. Just before she ran back toward a ladder, she said one more thing.

"Call me Hagakure."

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Later that day, the trio was still out searching for a building. They were all hungry, tired, and ready to throw Bakugo off a cliff.

"MOVE!" The three jumped as a man shot past them. He had come out of a foreboding looking three-story apartment building.

"Sir, is that building for sale?" Izuku, ever the cheery idiot, asked. The man barkec out a laugh.

"For sale? No one would buy. Take it! Enjoy the ghost and your imminent demise!" The man bolted. Izuku smiled at Kirishima and Bakugo, who grinned back at him.

"Well boys, we have a building!" The three walked inside to deal with the ghost. Bakugo volunteered himself to go first, throwing the door open. They were met with darkness and the screeching of a bird. Golden slits appeared out of the darkness and lunged at them. Izuku screamed, while Bakugo and Kirishima activated their quirks out of instinct. The living shadow retreated almost instantly. It revealed a boy with the head of a bird and a froggish girl.

"Apologies, I did not realize you were quirked." He rolled up the sleeves of his too-large black hoodie and held out a hand.

"Fumikage Tokoyami. That is Tsuyu Asui. We live here." The girl spoke- er, croaked up from behind him.

"Don't worry, the top two floors are mostly intact, ribbit." Indeed, the floor they were on now was a trashed, sandy mess. It looked as if cubicles had been torn apart at the seams and strewn about the room.

Izuku wedged himself between Kirishima and Bakugo, slinging an arm around each of their shoulders. He works a devious grin that could only mean he was planning something. Boys on his sides, who were bending down because of the shorter man in the middle, gave the middle man side glances before looking at each other.

Here we go.

"I have a proposition for you two."

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Throughout the week, flyers gradually disappeared throughout the city. Most notably, though, were the ones advertising a work opportunity for the quirked.

Pink hands rip a piece off a notice board. The girl smiles at her adopted brother as he walks up behind her. He looks at the paper in her hands, reading it aloud.

"'Are you quirked? Can you perform? Give us a call!' M, this sounds like a scheme to get us captured. Perhaps we should ignore it."

"Bullcrap, lil' I!" He grimaces at the nickname. "This is our big break! We've gotta take this opportunity by the reins! Come on, we would totally kick ass!"

"Fine, I can give them a call."

In another part of the city, padded fingers pick a price of trash off of the sidewalk. I wonder if they could take a quirk like mine. If not, I can sing… probably?

In an apartment looming over the city, a man clutches a flyer he had found at the library. It had piqued his interest with a familiar phone number.

I know dad said not to contact him, but since when do I give a fuck what he says?

Alright, Izuku, I'll bite.

A few blocks away, a tired newly grad sits at a shitty table holding an old landline. She has finally decided to get in touch with the boys from a week ago. She looks at her long-dead cell, takes a deep breath, hits talk, and dials the top number. The phone rings a grand total of two times before a chipper voice answers.

"Izuku Midoriya speaking. How can I help you?"

"Midoriya, it's Hagakure. I've been thinking, and I'm in. When do I start?"

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