It had been a few days since Izuku had first spotted his muse. He went to that same cafe everyday after class, hoping to see her again, becoming somewhat of a regular there. He even knew the names of a few drinks, and what a tall, grande, and a venti were. The way Izuku saw it, he was one step closer to becoming an official college student. Now, all he needed was more than one friend.

Izuku sat in his favorite spot in the back of the cafe, hoping for some luck. The girl hadn't shown up in two days. Of course, she probably other stuff to, like homework, or hang out with friends. A boyfriend maybe. Izuku shook his head. It wasn't really his business. After all, he actually hadn't talked to her before, nothing more than an afterthought in her life.

About half of the sheet of staff paper was filled with notes tentatively ordered into a melody. It was nothing special so far, but it was something. Unfortunately, he was running out of steam, and fast. It was similar coming down from a coffee high, something he was becoming all too familiar with already. It was a struggle, he decided, but at least he didn't play the viola.

Dark clouds were gathering outside. It was probably a good idea to get back to his dorm before it started raining; he didn't have an umbrella. After putting all of his stuff away, he rushed outside. Above him, some sunlight filtered through the rather foreboding clouds. So distracted he was, that he didn't notice that he was about to walk right into someone.

"Ah, I'm sorry!" he said after they collided.

"No! I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention!" a higher-pitched voice said.

Izuku looked up and was shocked to see the girl that he had been kind of stalking for the past few days. Several feelings passed through him at once, admiration, embarrassment, fear, and suddenly, Izuku was at a loss for words. He slipped by her and then sprinted in the opposite direction, gaining the looks of several confused onlookers. He thought she called after him, but it was too late to turn back now. He had already made a fool of himself.

When he got back, he nearly slammed the door behind him and slumped against the wall.

Woah, he thought, I talked to a girl.

"Hey loser, why're you standing there like a weirdo?"

"Oh, h-hey Kacchan! You know, I'm just hangin' out."

"Why do you look so sweaty?"

"I went for a run?"

Kacchan narrowed his eyes. He didn't press any further, and Izuku was glad.

"Anyways," Kacchan said, "I got invited to hang out at some rich girl's house, and you're coming with me."

"H-huh?"

The only thing Izuku hated more than strangers, were multiple strangers in one place, trying to make conversation.

"I'm not going to let you sit in here like some fucking hermit-"

"Two hundred yen."

Izuku pointed to a jar that sat atop Kacchan's nightstand. It was already a third full and it had only been a week since Izuku had somehow convinced Kacchan that the swear jar was a good idea.

"Shut your whore mouth, I'm trying to-"

"Two hundred more."

Katsuki sighed, sending a glower Izuku's way.

"Look, you need to get out more. I won't always be around, you know?"

"You make it sound like you're going to die, or something…"

"Just… try. Besides, there's free food. Probably a grand piano. Rich people have shit like that."

Izuku sent him another look.

"We're not fu- freaking five. Anyways," Kacchan grabbed a pale yellow button up shirt and chucked it at him.

"I can't just go to a party because of the slight chance she'll own a grand piano," he said, though the thought of free food enticed him more and more.

"Your mom will be sad once she finds out that you're not making any friends."

Kacchan smirked. He knew each and every one of Izuku's weaknesses, and was content to poke and prod at them until he got his way. It was probably just revenge for subjecting him to something so juvenile as a swear jar.

"Looks like we've reached an impasse," Izuku said, changing into his shirt. Kacchan placed six hundred yen into the jar.

The two took a bus that eventually stopped at a large house outside of town. The two were welcomed by a tall gate and some ancient-looking trees. Behind the gate, Izuku could make out the outline of a large western style home. His view was obstructed by the trees and the gate, but as far as he could tell, the house could fit at least three of his and his mom's apartment inside.

"Hey, we're here Ponytail. Let us in," Kacchan said to someone over the phone.

Soon, he heard the clicking of high heels and the gate opened, revealing a tall young woman in a white blouse and red skirt. Her glossy black hair framed her pretty face. Red lips curled into a glad, if not a bit strained-smile when she saw the two of them.

"Bakugou, I told you I don't like being called that."

She turned to Izuku, who at this point was looking at the ground.

"You must be Bakugou's friend! I'm Yaoyorozu Momo."

She held out a hand for him to shake and Izuku took it, glad that he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants beforehand.

"I'm M-Midoryia Izuku. It's nice to meet you!" he said, taking pride in the fact that he only stuttered once.

She led them inside, through hallways lined with paintings and artifacts of all kinds. Izuku couldn't help but gawk. This stuff was probably worth more than him. Kacchan had a similar, if not more subdued, expression on his face. They glanced at each other, as if to say, "This girl is loaded."

Finally, they reached a room where a larger group of people congregated. It was Izuku's worst nightmare.

The first one to notice them was a guy with spiky red hair.

"Bakugou! You made it!"

He came up and clapped Kacchan on the shoulder. Kacchan scowled.

"Oi, Shitty-Hair, your yelling is loud enough to wake the fucking dead."

Izuku snickered as Kacchan realized his mistake.

"I just gave you six hundred yen, Deku-"

"Oh hey, you got your friend to come! I'm Kirishima-"

"You're so annoying-"

"H-hi, I'm Midoriya."

By then, the rest of the group noticed the two new arrivals and came to introduce themselves. Izuku grinned and bared it as well as he could. At least, he did until she walked up to him. He felt the color drain from his face as she approached him, seemingly oblivious. Kacchan watched their interaction, a dangerous interest on his face.

"Hey," she said. "What are the odds we would meet at a place like this, huh?"

"Y-yeah…"

"Oh!"

She reached into the pocket of her pale yellow sundress. Izuku tried not to focus on the fact that they were matching.

"When we bumped into each other, you dropped these!"

"Oh! I didn't even notice they were missing until now! Thank you!"

"I'm Uraraka Ochako! I didn't get to introduce myself because you kinda ran away…"

Izuku's felt like his face must have been one thousand degrees. Kacchan stared at him with understanding. He smirked.

"I'm sorry about that! I…"

"It's okay!" she said. "I can see that you're a nice guy!"

She grinned, and Izuku felt like he was looking into the sun, a lot like on the first day that he saw her in the cafe.

"I'm Midoriya Izuku, by the way."

"Honored to meet you, Midoriya Izuku."

"So, um, what are you majoring in?"

"I'm majoring in aerospace engineering!"

"Wow! That sounds really hard!"

"Yeah… but I think it'll be worth it! I wanted to be an astronomer originally, but there aren't many jobs out there, so I thought, why not engineering, ya know?"

"That makes sense…"

"What about you?"

"I'm a music major."

"Wow! Really?"

Kacchan, who had apparently been paying attention to the whole exchange decided to cut in at that instant.

"Yeah, the guy is fu-freakin' Mozart."

"I-I wouldn't say that…"

"Bullshit-"

"Two hundred more yen, Kacchan."

Uraraka giggled.

"Whatever. You should hear him play piano."

"What? You play piano?" Kirishima caught wind of the conversation and rushed over. "Really man? That's cool!"

"I think Yaoyorozu-kun has a piano," another girl-Asui-said.

"Yes, we do. There's a grand piano in the next room."

"You should play us something!"

"Yeah, I bet you're really good dude!"

The room was abuzz with excitement. Izuku wanted to say no very badly.

"Please, Midoriya-kun?" Uraraka asked. She was giving him puppy eyes, lips formed into a pout. Who was he to say no to that?

"O-okay! I will!"

Everyone cheered and Yaoyorozu lead them to the next room. Izuku approached the grand piano, deciding that Uraraka was much too powerful.

He sat down on the bench, shakily placing his fingers on the keys. He had an idea of what he would play, something he had learned over the summer, but he had never played it in front of anyone. He let out a breath and looked to his audience, their expectant eyes bored into him.

I don't know if I can do this, he thought. But then his eyes met warm brown ones and for some reason, all the weight left his back.

Soon, a series of notes sounded as he began to play. Izuku savored the feeling of the keys under his fingers. It was a lot different than playing his digital keyboard, or even the old, out-of-tune pianos in the campus practice rooms. The keys were pleasantly heavy and the piano produced a full sound. It spurred him on.

The song increased in intensity, and Izuku found himself moving with the notes. His audience no longer mattered. It was only him and the music, like they were old friends. The song began to reach the end, and Izuku was aware of his surroundings again. Everyone was quiet. Izuku wasn't quite sure what to say.

"Told you he was Mozart," Kacchan said.

Izuku flushed when everyone else agreed, even Uraraka. Now, at least, he knew what his muse's name was.

A/N: As you can see, I tried to make Kacchan nicer, but with the same personality. I hope it worked lol.