I've had problems with the line breaks not working so I just use the bold Breakbreakbreak to separate pov's and time skips.
Jirou Kyoka was nervous but excited. Her friends had managed to finally crack the code and figured out the location of the next underground concert. Normally this wouldn't be as exciting as it was, but the dj was Radio, a person shrouded in mystery. No one knew what they looked like, nor what they sounded like. And every time they threw a concert it was a fight to get in the door. Kyoka was lucky her friend Misa was able to figure out the location so quickly and had bought enough tickets for her, Kyoka, and Rizu to get in.
This time the concert was under an abandoned convenience store that had been there as long as Kyoka could remember. It didn't seem that secure, but the bouncer at the door had a quirk called Distraction that caused anyone he waved his hand in the face of to get distracted about whatever they were thinking of. Kind of like from that pre- quirk era movie about something called the Force. As long as you had a ticket he let you in. Hopefully no cops had been able to get a ticket otherwise this would be her first and only underground concert she ever attended. As she handed over her ticket for inspection, she took a deep breath and let it out. She was in.
It took only 15 minutes for Radio to enter the stage. Radio wore a loose deep green tee over a black long sleeve shirt that hid their body proportions and ripped skinny jeans tucked into black combat boots. On their head was a black mask that had a screen where the eyes were that flashed emoticon eyes and random patterns along to the music. They stepped up to the dj station to the loud applause of the audience and raised a hand to hush them. As soon as silence settled they turned a couple knobs on their station and the music started. Kyoka was far enough back that the music didn't damage her sensitive ears, but still close enough for the bass to move through her body. This was what she liked.
She jammed with her friends to the beat, never straying far from each other. They didn't want to tempt fate into sending a creep their way. Even with the security at the door, people still tried to push their luck. Both men and women had tried to force other people into going home with them or even trying to drug them. Not that they were ever successful, Radio had called the cops on the concert themself every time it happened. Didn't stop people from trying though. It had taken only an hour for someone to try grinding on Misa, the middle schooler moving closer to Kyoka as the clearly adult male kept getting closer.
Misa's quirk was no help in this situation, it just made her hair change colors depending on her mood. Kyoka was about to jab one of her earjacks into the mans neck to get him to back off when the music was overlayed with a robotic voice speaking.
"This warning goes to the 37 year old in the back harassing the middle schooler: if you do not skulk away now the police will be notified immediately."
The man paused at the warning before scowling at the stage and doing as Radio said and skulking away. Misa breathed a sigh of relief and giving a wave to the stage. Radio gave a nod back and turned the music back up.
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Radio left the stage at exactly 1:03 in the morning and headed to the back of the basement where a dressing room was set up. As they closed the door behind them they let out a breath of satisfaction. Tonights concert had turned out very well. Even the one instance of creepy behavior was dealt with pretty quickly without police intervention. They crossed over to the mirror on the far wall of the dressing room and pulled off their mask, revealing the face of Midoriya Izuku. He had been doing these underground concerts for two years now, ever since he was twelve. He had been wandering the street near a set of nightclubs when a slamming door and angry yelling had caught his attention.
Izuku had been wandering around looking for a place to sleep when the metal door slammed open near him. He turned down the alley it came from just as the yelling started.
"You either pay what I want or I'm walking out!" It was a person in a long black cape with lights all over it flashing periodically. In front of him was another man with a set of spikes going over his head like a mohawk.
"You're not good enough for even half that! You're lucky I'm even giving you that much! I could find any person on the street, give them a five minute crash course and they'd still be better than you!"
"You wanna bet?!"
The spike man looked over and caught Izuku's eye before answering, "Bet. Hey kid!"
Both Izuku and the cloak guy startled at his call to Izuku. cloak guy looked at him and said incredulously "A kid? you can't be serious!"
"You want a bit of cash kid?" Spike said ignoring Cloak. Izuku hesitated a moment as he thought over what was being offered. It might be a trick, might only be a couple hundred yen but that would get him a few snacks from the local convenience store. He nodded. The man gave him a small smile.
"You know how to push buttons and turn knobs?" Izuku nodded again.
"You're not serious!"
"Dead serious. You're hired kid. Follow me, I'll give ya a crash course on dj work."
It turned out to be very simple for him to understand. He pressed every button to learn the sounds and how the knobs affected the sounds. The spike man, who was called Kurabu Kanri, threw a black mask at Izuku and a charcoal grey hoodie that was a bit too big to fit. To hide the fact he was a child was the reason given. As soon as he put them on, Kurabu shoved him out of the curtains to the dj station that had been moved to the stage. The club was already filling with people and Izuku felt a bit of stage fright for a second before Kurabu gave him a thumbs up from behing the curtain and Izuku took a deep breath. He turned to the station and turned on the music. He concentrated on hitting the right buttons to make the most pleasing mix of music and sounds, the excited screaming of the croud encouraging him to even start moving to the music he was creating. He felt like a radio dj and the approval of the crowd sent such pleasant feelings through him that he had craved since he was diagnosed quirkless. It was addicting.
At the end of the night he was riding the high of acceptance that he forgot he had been doing this for money. So when he was handed a check for 110,000 yen he was shocked.
He had started working for Kurabu under the alias of Radio from that night on for about a year, until someone went to the police about an underage kid working in a nightclub. Kurabu helped him set up his own underground concerts and helped him to set up the clues for the locations after the third police bust almost got him caught. He couldn't stop though, he craved the possitive feedback of his fans, especially since his days were spent being bullied and put down at school.
He pulled the oversized hoodie over his shirt and traded his shoes for his red sneakers before stuffing his boots and mask into his knapsack and exiting the basement with the rest of the people exiting. It only took him ten minutes to get to his apartment, leaving his bag in the closet and his shoes at the door. His apartment was mostly empty, being a studio apartment and all. It held a camping cot with a blanket and very flat pillow, a lone chair in the kitchen corner, and a small coffee table right next to his bed. His laptop rested on top of the table next to his analysis notebooks. He could buy more things if he wanted, but he didn't. What if his fans lose interest in his music What if he gets caught by the police and forced to stop? He would be out on the streets again in a matter of weeks. He would need as much money saved up as possible, especially when he started at UA next year.
He was going to try for the hero course, but if he didn't make it he was going to at least make general studies. He could always fall back on his DJ skills, especially when he was old enough to legally do it for Kurabu again. He quickly stripped down to his boxers and fell asleep, only managing four hours of sleep before he had to get up for school.