Author's Notes: Chapter edited and corrected by Vongrak.
Izumi POV – October 9, 2xxx.
"We'll be having a University festival," Aizawa announced solemnly—or rather, as solemnly as he could manage inside a sleeping bag, which was saying something, and it was truly impressive that he could pull it off so effectively. Anyway, his announcement got everyone excited.
"Just like in a normal school!" "University Festival!" "Normal university activities have finally arrived!!" "Let's decide what we're going to do!!" Everyone seemed really excited.
"Is it really okay that we're so relaxed?" Yaoyorozu asked, raising her hand worriedly.
"UA doesn't revolve around the Hero and Hunter Department," Aizawa said dully. "The sports festival is sponsored by and for the Hero and Hunter Department, while the University festival falls under the purview of other departments."
"The level of exposure isn't comparable, but for them, it's important," Aizawa said seriously. "Especially because of the amount of stress the other students are under due to current events. And it's partly because of those events that this year will be different; some staff will be cut, and the University festival will be held only within the school."
"And even though I said we're not the main attraction of the event, as a rule, each class must select an idea to carry out during the festival, and we'll decide that today," Aizawa said as he crawled to the side and then slumped down. "And by 'we'll decide,' I meant you all decide. You have the rest of the class." Aizawa said before turning his back on us and falling asleep.
And with that, the commotion started up again with the same excitement. I just chuckled. Honestly, the fact that we'd gotten to the point where none of us batted an eye at Aizawa simply falling asleep in the middle of class was truly impressive.
Finally, after a brief discussion, Taylor and Momo stepped forward as the class representative and vice representative.
"Alright everyone, first let's choose a couple of possible ideas and then see how feasible and good they are. We'll write the ideas on the board, so please, if you have any suggestions, raise your hand." Taylor said as she explained things, and obviously everyone raised their hand, including me.
"One by one!" Taylor shouted immediately before starting to call each person.
"A butler café! And Miyamura has to cook!" "That would leave Midoriya alone to wait on customers! Better something with fast food cooked by Miyamura!" "A party! With dancing! And Miyamura's food!" "A play would be nice... and Miyamura's food." "Let's change it to a musical!" "Soba... prepared by Miyamura." "Fighting demonstrations and Izumi's food." "Haunted house... with Miyamura's food!" "Frog music choir and Miyamura-kero snacks." "A shooting contest and Izumi's food!" " Izumi's homemade cookies!" "-
"A video game tournament! And food!" Shigaraki growled, extra eager to participate. I listened incredulously to all the ideas and couldn't help but glare at them angrily as my eye twitched.
"It's fine, because they keep giving ideas and then adding food at the end!?" I snapped at the rest of the class.
"The only good thing that comes out of you is your cooking, you bastard! Stay in the kitchen!" Bakugou yelled from across the room.
"Ha?! You know what, great! I'll cook if in any of your ideas, you're all topless!" I yelled at them all.
"Izumi!" "Miyamura!" "Bastard!!" they all shouted at the same time and I smiled petulantly.
"Ha! If you want to benefit from my quirk, we'll do it my way!" I mocked the rest of the class. The argument continued for the rest of the hour until class finally ended. I could hear Taylor and Momo sighing.
"We couldn't decide, huh?" Yaoyorozu murmured wearily. Taylor just tiredly massaged her temple.
"That was a pointless meeting in the end, huh? Make a decision by tomorrow morning." Aizawa said, standing up before glaring at us and leaving the room. We all groaned loudly, but got ready to leave. "Miyamura, come with me," Aizawa said as he left. I blinked and started to follow him.
Aizawa was quick and to the point. Eri wanted to see me. My eyes widened slightly. That… I hadn't expected that. I mean, I've been sending my shikigami with Eri and bringing her food, but I didn't expect Eri to actually want to meet me. We didn't have a decent conversation, so I don't think I made any lasting impression on her.
We'll go tomorrow. I'd dismissed the idea of taking Mirio and Izuku; they were both still worried about Eri. Aizawa nodded easily. And so, tomorrow we'll go see Eri.
After that, the rest of the classes were boring, and by the time we gathered in our dorm, most of us were calm enough to discuss the matter more quietly. To my surprise, everyone was there. I thought the group that participated in the Shie Hassaikai raid would need remedial classes, like in the canon, but since I and the others weren't called in, we were all present, even Bakugou, who seemed to be there reluctantly next to Izuku.
"Alright, now that we're calmer, let's discuss this quietly. Anyone who speaks out of turn will have insects shoved down their throat," Taylor said, glaring at us.
""""Yes, Class Rep!!"""" they all shouted at the same time, slightly disgusted, Taylor snorted.
"Ideas?" I asked once more. Yaoyorozu was the first to raise her hand.
"I... tried to rethink everything, and I couldn't help but think again about Aizawa-sensei's words, about the stress in other departments. I think we should come up with a plan to help relieve that stress," Yaoyorozu said shyly.
"So it all comes back to Izumi's food?" Asuna said, raising an eyebrow.
"We're trying to relax them, not drug them," Ravel said tersely.
"Is there any difference?" Tenko slurred her words.
"So no food? I mean, without Miyamura, we're all terrible in the kitchen and we definitely couldn't beat Lunch Rush in any area." Shino said dryly, and everyone paused to think about it before complaining loudly.
"Okay, no food." Taylor sighed as she crossed off the ideas on a piece of paper.
"So should we do something more festive? More fun?" Hagakure asked with a hum.
"That would leave the other ideas," Taylor said, looking at the paper. "Although we can cross half of these things out," Taylor said dryly. "How about the idea of a little play?" she asked easily.
"I'll keep pitching the idea of a musical." I said with a smile; most of them snorted.
"You'd be the only one attending." Tenko mocked, and I smiled broadly.
"And the problem?" I asked playfully.
"A play already sounds stressful, a musical sounds worse." One of the girls groaned. I rolled my eyes but said nothing. I kept listening to the conversation, and to my surprise, even with completely different people in this discussion, they all reached the same conclusion.
Music and dance.
"Wait, if we're talking about music, shouldn't we include Izumi?" Jinx asked, reclining on the sofa. Everyone turned to look at her before sighing.
"I mean... we need someone who can play instruments and sing, not someone who's a musical theater fanatic," Asuna said awkwardly. "No offense," she said, looking at me. I rolled my eyes in amusement.
"Hmm? That's why. He took singing lessons his whole life. He can sing... I think." Jinx said dully. I blinked and looked at her in surprise before I remembered. I had mentioned it on I-Island in front of her family. Did she really remember?
"Wait! You can sing? Like, really sing?!" Ashido asked in shock as she approached me. I sighed.
"Of course," I said, shrugging. They all stared at me before turning their heads toward Taylor, Ruby, and Azula, as if waiting for confirmation. I snorted in annoyance. The three of them just looked at each other, puzzled.
"I mean... yeah? He makes the songs for the videos he uploads to his social media?" Ruby said, frowning.
"He likes to sing in the shower, and in our room, and when we watch musicals, and when we're studying, and when he's cooking," Azula said dryly. "Although I tend to ignore him when he starts." She shrugged.
"I mean... he can sing," Taylor said, confused. "I remember those singing lessons I went to until we started at UA, yeah, but... wow, I pretty much ignored him. I guess after only hearing him sing songs from his musicals, I tend to ignore him." Taylor said, confused. "There is only so many times a person can listen to The Phantom of the Opera without getting bored." She snorted.
"Wow, I feel truly insulted. Even my own wife is ignoring me?" I said dryly, making the three of them blush slightly. "And I'll let them know that my rendition of The Music of the Night is incredible." I added, completely offended, because yes, being ignored was truly insulting.
"Proof! I want proof!" Hagakure said firmly. I huffed, taking a deep breath to brace myself. "No musicals!" she shrieked, and I stopped mid-breath, then glared at her indignantly.
"What do you mean, no musicals?!" I asked incredulously.
"You really are a Theater Kid," Jirou teased playfully. My eye twitched, but I couldn't really deny it. Yes, I liked all kinds of music; there were very few genres I didn't really like, but I always preferred musicals. And certainly no one was going to find out that, to my eternal frustration, I didn't have the vocal range I wished I had—the eternal curse of every Theater Kid.
It wasn't really a problem per se, I mean, even after years of singing lessons, I wasn't going to pursue music professionally, at least not completely. I enjoyed singing for myself, and I certainly wasn't ashamed to sing things outside my vocal range or genre, but the nagging feeling was there in the back of my mind about not quite reaching that specific vocal range.
I clicked my tongue and stood up while picking up my scroll.
"Get a damn microphone, I'm terribly insulted." I snorted. Jirou's eyes flashed defiantly before she moved. To my surprise, she wasn't the only one; all the girls stirred excitedly and began rearranging the entire room.
Yaoyorozu was even forced to create a small platform as a temporary stage for singing. I snorted in amusement as I watched them set everything up. I grabbed my scroll, plugged it into the stereo, and started flipping through my playlist.
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Kyoka POV.
Izumi Miyamura was complicated.
No, actually, it was ridiculously simple, and that's what made it complicated. Men were complicated. Sometimes they did or said things they didn't mean, just… why? Why complicate things and try to send such complicated hints? Or make such a big deal out of certain things?
I shuddered to think of some past experiences observing boys in high school and some second-hand accounts from friends during that time.
And the worst of all were the kids from the drama club, better known as a Theater Kid; they were all drama queens. And Izumi Miyamura fit so many Theater Kid stereotypes that it wasn't funny.
You'd think that would be the work of a simple person, and in some ways he was, if it weren't for the fact that he was an absolute monster with swords. Just... how could a Theater Kid be so ridiculously strong? It went against all of nature!
Miyamura was ridiculously strong; he could defeat the entire class with just one of his swords and still have enough energy to keep fighting for days. I'd seen him fight—not in person, of course—against people who could hold their own against All Might and Ryuma Shimotsuki, two absolute monsters.
But he didn't take anything seriously. I mean, yes, he did; he was one of the top students in the class on written tests, and obviously the highest in practicals, and he took his heroism and hunter classes seriously despite how laid-back he seemed.
But everything else? Yes, he tended to tease, joke around, and have fun. He never really went overboard; it was as if he knew just how far to push others to their limits, only to embarrass or annoy them, which, it was incredible, the level of social control that must have required.
I guess that was a boy thing.
But all of the above would be acceptable if the other important aspect of his personality weren't his behavior regarding sex. I wouldn't call Miyamura promiscuous or liberal or worse. He had his own moral code regarding his sexuality, like everyone else. He wouldn't have sex with a girl without dating her, so he didn't have any casual flings or one-night stands or anything like that.
I could accept that; in fact, it was quite respectable for a guy, even though many girls in the class were put off by that information, and sadly, I was one of them. I wouldn't be ashamed to admit that Miyamura was handsome, very handsome, with an excellent physique. But he was also one of only two guys in the class, at a university with a dorm, where we practically lived together 24/7. Yes, I wouldn't say it out loud, but it was a real shame that nothing ever happened. But a woman can dream.
And as interesting as sex is, going out with him and being in Miyamura's orbit is just... no. Watching Miyamura and his group as a spectator was more than enough to keep me in check enough not to do something stupid.
But putting that aside and returning to his sexuality, the real problem is that Miyamura was very, very, very shameless. He wasn't ashamed of his sexuality in any way. First of all, his gaze would fix on all of our bodies without any shame whatsoever.
I really thought the guys would be more discreet, but Miyamura had no shame whatsoever. Yes, his gaze lingered much more on the girls he was dating, but he also glanced at the rest of us from time to time. What was most surprising was that he didn't seem to have any particular preference, because his gaze had stopped on me several times.
I would admit it, it was… flattering. I couldn't remember any boy ever noticing me like that, so yes, it was flattering, and a strong boost to my ego, even if I wouldn't admit it.
But putting that aside, he talked about sex like it was the weather, no matter who was listening. And everyone in the class knew that he and the girls were having sex every day; even though the rooms were heavily soundproofed, it was impossible not to notice.
And more than once we found them outside their room. I blushed furiously remembering that time I found them in the common room with Darkness kneeling before him. Yes, it had actually been too late at night for anyone to be awake, and I had gone to get some water at midnight, but it wasn't the only incident.
The other girls also encountered similar situations, to the point that we had to forbid them from having sex outside their rooms. I mean, some girls complained about that ban, like Mina, or Tsuyu, or Hagakure, or Jinx, or basically all of them, but it was like showing off a perfectly cooked steak to a hungry lion—it was really unfair to all of us.
That didn't change the fact that most of us knew about their… more questionable social media. I blushed even more at the memory. It hadn't been a secret to anyone in the class, even though Miyamura and Darkness's faces were blurred and there were some hidden details on their bodies, that it really was them.
The bastard didn't even seem bothered that we knew, he just smiled broadly and acted as usual.
So yeah, Miyamura was a total horny idiot who knows how to use a sword. He's a good person, but an idiot nonetheless. But singing? I never imagined him singing.
I mean, he was insufferable, always choosing musicals for our class movie nights. I wouldn't say they were all bad, but watching Les Misérables once was more than enough.
And I'd also heard him singing in the videos Rose had mentioned. I mean, we all followed each other on social media, so when one of us posted something, pretty much everyone in the class knew.
And while, as amusing as they are, I wouldn't even deign to classify something like Iraq Lobster as music. Was it terribly offensive? Yes, obviously. Did I find it funny, but would I never say so out loud? Also yes. But it wasn't music. Just like their stupid Snake Jazz.
I think I had recently uploaded that new Cinderella video, I think it was, that one was much better, and I was sure I was offending someone indirectly, because that's how Miyamura was, but there was nothing special about the song beyond the lyrics.
So… sing? Genuinely sing? Like… real music? I wasn't expecting something like Deep Dope, but as long as it's not one of his musicals, it'll be good. I was really interested to see if he could actually pull it off.
Author's Notes: I think it's obvious what's coming in the next chapter, and I don't regret anything! Since I know not everyone likes song fics, I decided to put everything I wanted in the next chapter, almost 8k words there. I decided not to split it up for those who don't like the format and don't want to have to suffer through that for two or three chapters.
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