In the quiet of the night in Musufatu, many businesses were closing, and various staff members of offices were driving home, reaching restaurants, or going to different stores.

There was one restaurant that was slowly gaining traction in visitors, and in it were people just needing a break in their busy nights and lives.

Where else to go than the Shining Star?

This particular restaurant was pretty new, having been opened for only three months, but the food served international foods of high quality.

This restaurant was so successful that various CEOs of different businesses often stopped by to feast on foods from Italy, Morocco, France, and many other countries.

The restaurant was well lit, the walls emulating a spanish vibe. Black tile spread throughout the hotspot, and nice tables were spaced throughout the space. The lighting emanated an interesting yellow light, encasing the visitors in the hue. The interesting change of scenery from the usual local restaurants drew in large crowds.

Another aspect that made this restaurant successful was the live band that played every night, instead of the typical radio.

This particular band was as unique as the restaurant itself, having formed around the same time as the hotspot. Each member were in their early twenties, and all knew each other for ages. They were pretty much a small family, and this connection leads into their music.

Clapping sounded as a final note resonates through the rather large space, the members take a bow.

The lead guitarist nods to the drummer, who smirks in return. Stretching his shoulders, he begins a solo, followed by a piano thirty seconds after. The guitarist smirks as she plays her band's version of The four seasons: Winter. The audience is astounded at this, never heard of this song in particular.

The guitarist looks to the bassist, who smirks and starts playing his own solo, and the guitarist nods to the accompanying guitarist, who brought a Spanish guitar for songs like this.

After a few minutes, the last chord plays, and the band bows.

The guitarist walks up to the microphone, tapping it as she stands in front of it. "We'll be back after a ten minute break! Thank you!"

The girl sighs as she walks off stage, grabbing a towel to wipe off her forehead. She took a swig out of her water bottle, and took a seat.

Her accompanying guitarist chuckles as he takes a seat next to her. "Tired already, Ji?" The girl groans as she pushes her friend's arm lightly. "Told ya not to call me that, Kaminari, and I'm exhausted."

Kaminari chuckled. "Fine, Kyoka. Well Winter was a success, and the original is already complicated enough to play."

"That's because your classical guitar could use some work."

He shrugged. "Nobody's perfect. I'm just glad it went well."

Jirou laughed. "Me too. You ready for the finale?"

The blonde flashed her a grin. "As long as Mr. Destructo is ready."

"The fuck you say, piss hair?"

Kaminari laughed as he turned to greet the newcomer. "Aw, relax. It's not like I talked shit about your mom."

"One minute to showtime." someone called out.

Jirou stood up. "Kaminari, Katsuki. Shut up. Let's go." She and the remaining members walked onto the stage.

Bakugou glared at the blonde. "You're lucky we have a gig to play."

The blonde waved a hand in the air. "Yeah, yeah." He chuckled as the ashen blonde flipped him off as they walked up. Grabbing his acoustic, he did a quick tune up, and gave Jirou a slight nod as she grabbed her guitar.

The audience looked at the band in eagerness, ready for them to begin. The drummer clicked his sticks, and they all began once more.

Jirou sighed deeply as she walked home, exhaustion kicking in her system as she drowsily rubbed her eyes. A cold breeze intruded in her coat, and she shivered for a moment. Walking faster, she subconsciously noted the beginnings of autumn coming to Japan, and with it the amazing colours and festivities held in the season.

She approached her house, and she rushed to her door, her fingers fumbling with the keys as she tried her best to identify them in the dark.

Jirou sighed contently as she walked inside, the smell of food filling her nostrils with each breath. Looking in the direction of the kitchen, she smiled when her roommate waved.

The rocker walked to the kitchen, grinning as the other tenet placed a small bowl on the table. "This looks delicious, Uraraka."

Uraraka smiled warmly. "I told you to call me Ochako. It's been a year since we moved in together."

Jirou frowned. "Sorry, Ochako. You know how I am with formalities."

"Yes, yes. I know."

The purplette grinned. "The food smells delicious, by the way. Soba?"

Ochako beamed. "With extra noodles. Just the way you like it!"

The duo said their thanks and dove into the meal, neither saying a word to disturb their taste buds from the awaited meal.

Eventually, they finished their bowls, and Jirou drank the broth. Ochako looked at her roommate. "So how was work?"

The purplette shrugged. "It was alright. Played a new song, and-"

"Everyone cheered?"

"Everyone cheered! It was awesome! We usually just get small applause, and nods, but we killed it this time!" Jirou beamed as she told her story. Ochako just smiled and nodded, truly happy for her friend.

"So how was work, Ochako?"

The brunette smiled. "It was good. I helped my father find new ways to be more energy efficient at work, including an idea to use solar panels at the company office. He was so happy!"

Jirou smiled. "I'm happy you're able to help him out. I remember you telling me he wanted you in college instead of the company."

Ochako nodded. "Yeah, but I thought "why not both?" And I did it."

"What did you major in again?"

"Electrical engineering."

Jirou's smile grew. "Well, I'm happy for you."

"Thanks!" Picking up her dishes, she walked to the kitchen. "Got any plans for Saturday?"

Jirou arched a brow. "That's certainly out of nowhere. You know I don't swing that way."

Ochako blushed. "No! Not like that! Tsuyu and Tenya are going to Karaoke with me, and I was hoping maybe you and a few of your friends would like to join?"

Jirou placed a finger on her. chin in thought. Nodding, she smiled at Ochako. "Maybe. I know I have rehearsal that morning, and remember my every night gig. Though, it might be possible to call off. I'll have to check."

Ochako pumped a fist in the air. "Okay! We'll play it by ear then!"

"Making music puns this early in the week, eh?"

"You know I didn't mean it like that!"

A haunting melody resonated in the filling Musufatu downtown area.

A young man with evergreen coloured hair stood in front of a few shops with a smile on his face as he moved his fingers up and down the neckboard of his violin, the other hand simultaneously moving a bow left and right.

The boy was lanky, wearing a dark green dress shirt underneath a chocolate brown vest, with black slacks covering his legs. His freckled face broke out into a grin as another audience member slipped some yen into his violin case. As he finished his piece, the crowd applauded, giving him a cheer for an encore.

Smiling sheepishly, he complied, this time playing a piece of energetic nature. This time he played Mozart's Sonata no. 17 in C, moving to the beat as he played.

Meanwhile, a tall blonde man watched the boy with admiration and glee. His smile stretched from ear to ear as he stood back behind the growing crowd.

The audience clapped as he twirled and dipped, amazed at how his fingers never left the neckboard.

The boy grinned as he moved, his muscles screaming at him to finish the piece, at which he dutifully ignored. He was having too much fun. Dancing back to his case, he slowed his hands down and finished the song. Taking his violin in one hand, he bowed, signalling the end of his performance.

There was a rather pregnant pause, and Izuku was slightly worried the audience didn't like the piece, but all doubt was shattered as everyone around him gave him a standing ovation.

After a couple of minutes, Izuku turned to his case to pack up for the day, and his eyes widened.

His case was packed to the brim with money.

Tears formed in his eyes. He could finally help her with her bills! Smiling bashfully at the dwindling crowd, he carefully put all his earnings in his bag, and placed his violin in the case.

As he walked to the train station, a small skip in his head.

"Excuse me, young man!"

The boy immediately turned his head, surprised by the sudden call. He looked around until he noticed a stranger wave at him, a smile evident on his very bony features.

In fact, everything about the man screamed underfed. The man was as thin as a rail, with sunken blue eyes in his sockets. His arms were rather thin, but he couldn't get a good look at the man's body, considering he wore an oversized Shirt and baggy jeans.

Even if he looked like he was minutes away from death, the most striking features were his eyes. The electric blue made him look like he could run nonstop and never tire.

"Young man?"

Izuku flinched as he realized he'd been staring. "O-oh! Yes! How can I help you?"

The taller man chuckled at the stutter. "I watched you play just now, excellent work!" The man's grin couldn't be brighter.

"Er-um, thank you!"

"Can you tell me how long you've been playing violin?"

"E-ever since I-I could walk, sir!"

The man chuckled lightly. "No need for formalities." A hand shot away from him. "I see you have a real talent, kid. The name's Toshinori. Nice to meet you."

The boy stared at the outstretched hand quizzically. "..."

Toshinori laughed wholeheartedly. "I forgot! Not many people see visitors from America or know their customs!"

"A-America?!"

The taller man laughed. "Rightly so! Actually I studied there. Now, I am a teacher of a school filled to the brim of talented individuals who lay claim to their own talented minds. I think you'd be a perfect fit for our program er, um-"

"Midoriya, Izuku."

"-Midoriya! I am an instructor of Yuuei Performance Arts University, and you, young Midoriya, will be in our first year class!"

"But I haven't even auditioned!"

Toshinori blinked. "Oh! Right! Well!" He grabbed his wallet taking a business card from it. Using a pen he kept behind his ear, he scribbled over the back of the card. "Here." He handed Izuku the card. "Meet me at the building in exactly one week. From there you will audition to become a member of the school." He tapped his finger on the card. "I will inform you of what the audition pieces will be."

Izuku just stared at him blankly. "..."

"Yes, young Midoriya?"

"You don't have my number either."

Toshinori coughed. "Of course I don't! Well, just call me! And I will be sure to-" he was cut off by a vibration in his pocket. "I see you've already called me. Well, I'll add you to my contacts and message you in two days!" He grabbed Izuku's hand and shook it. "I look forward to working with you!" Walking off, he unintentionally bumped into a couple.

Izuku watched him leave, speechless. A teacher, from the most prestigious performance arts school in the nation, asked him to be a part of it?!

The lad sprinted to the train station, his violin case flailing in his hands as he ran. He finally had amazing news for his mother.

"Come again?"

A man with long, dark hair, bags under his eyes and a white cotton scarf wrapped around his neck cleared his throat. "As a representative of Yuuei Performance Arts, we would be honoured to have you, Jirou Kyoka, to audition for a place amongst our 850 students."

Jirou frowned. "I'm honoured, truly, but I can't."

The man arched a brow. "Why is that?"

The purplette sighed. "You see, I'm in a band, and we're successful, and I-"

"They can watch your audition."

"I have to- say what?"

The tired man smirked. "They can come watch as well." He slid a pamphlet over to her. "Come to the school in one week. Audition will be one prepared piece, which will be a solo, and one piece that is strictly sight reading. Tell your band the same. Bring your identification and the forms you can print online." Grabbing his hat, he started walking to the door of the cafe they were in. "We look forward to your audition."

Jirou watched as he left, and when the doors of the cafe closed, she grabbed the pamphlet and screamed in sheer joy.

She quickly made a move to her phone, and his the speed dial.

"Hello?" It was Kaminari who answered first.

"Kaminari! Tell everyone to meet at the beach. You know, that one. I have exciting news."

"Okay, but-" She hung up before he could finish. She grabbed her guitar and ran out the door.

{At the beach}

"Jirou!"

Said girl looked behind her and smiled as her band walked to her. "Hey guys!" She waved. She grinned as Katsuki, Denki, Momo, and Fumikage waved.

The group stood in a circle. "What was this about good news?" Her pianist, Momo, asked.

The purple haired girl smiled. "You'll never believe who approached me today."

"Who?" Kaminari asked.

"A teacher of Yuuei Performance Arts!"

The band looked at her, completely stunned. Katsuki laughed. "So? What do they want with you?"

Jirou glared at him for a second. "They want me to audition, and for you to come watch it."

"Great! Let's get our best song together! I bet they'll love-"

"No, they want me to audition separately." Jirou cut Kaminari off. The energetic blonde faltered.

"Kaminari looked dejected. "But-"

Momo placed a hand on his shoulder. "We'll be fine, Denki. I believe she can do this. We have to support her. We've been successful for this long, together, right?"

This cheered him up. "Yeah, you're right!"

The group decided to stay at the beach for just a little while longer, electing to sit in the sand and just talk.

Jirou smiled as she looked to the ocean, which was unusually still. Things are finally looking up.

She barely registered the echoes of a violin.

Characters: Ages

Izuku Midoriya: 20

Kyoka Jirou:.19

Momo Yaoyorozu: 20

Denki Kaminari: 19

Katsuki Bakugou: 20

Fumikage Tokoyami: 19

Ochako Uraraka: 19