(( I hate putting author's notes at the beginning, but I wasn't quite sure where to post this~ I wanted to write a little something for my friend, but since I currently don't have a BNHA book, its temporary place will be here. cx ))

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[ dedicated to ;; Baconsnightmare ]

Sunlight had just begun to creep out from behind the dark recesses of the moon. It brought with it a distinct dawn; dissimilar in the way it dazzled the skies, dusted the early-autumn oaks, dripped across the sidewalk like a patina of pale-orange oil paint, delicately dying everything beneath it a drove of diverse warm daubings. A peaceful day though it was, a disruption diverted devotion from the beauty over to the discomfort. Though the sun fought valiantly to keep the world beneath it warm, a vicious wind blew below its berth, negating the balmy colors with a cool, cuspidate coldness. The chill chained down the city beneath it. Although morning, everything seemed to be stuck in a state of permanent slumber. Houses were still, lights were dim, and movement was spread few and far apart.

That was not, however, to say there was no movement at all. Along a winding, deserted sidewalk, stretching for what felt like miles on end, a single figure walked, alone, with nothing but her backpack slung haphazardly across one shoulder and her phone in her hands. For a few moments she simulated the thought process of messaging her friends. She had promised them to, but after the flight and time-change shock, she had no idea what hour it might've been where they were. The thought of saying something, anything, to the friends she'd left behind - well, that felt like an entirely different matter. Her mind was still torn somewhere between apologizing profusely or putting on a smile regardless of the truth.

The truth was that moving mid-year was quite awful.

Especially moving mid-year from one country to another, around the globe, when nobody at her new destination was known and everybody from her old destination would be dearly missed.

Reluctantly, she shoved her phone inside her pockets. The stiff fabric of the new uniform would definitely take awhile to adjust to. Having said that, though, it wasn't a bad thing. At least she wouldn't be arriving at school looking like a complete foreigner. Of course, she still may not know where everything was - but that was precisely the mission she'd arranged for herself. School didn't start till 8:00. It was currently 5:00. That gave her the entirety of three hours to scout out her new educational center.

She was unsure as to what to expect. The massive heaps of praise placed onto UA had left a strong impression upon her mind, but at the same time, greatness in appearance didn't always match greatness in results. However, as she crested the final hill and caught first sight of the new academy, she was completely and utterly astonished.

The place was, at the very least, thrice as large as her previous school. Multitudinous floors were stacked upon one another, one by one, towering into the sky like a miniature skyscraper built for miniature heroes. And as she continued forth, she couldn't help but feel as though it was all rather fitting. Miniature heroes - that was the basic description of all of her new classmates, wasn't it? All of her new classmates...and herself.

Always, there was a song in her heart. Some beats thrown down slowly, chaotically, dropping like shade from fickle leaves floating in a midsummer breeze, dappling the ground beneath them and creating noises of greens and grays and golds and all hues between, before branching off into something more steady, more stable, controlled and calm, constantly conducive for their operator. She manipulated measures as easily as she walked. One in front of the other, change here, drop the note, switch the melody, keep the song pleasant and prevailing in the minds of those which were listening to it.

Today, the sounds were quiet. A steady thumping from the foliage filling out the sidewalks round her, and a deeper pull of energy from within the school building itself, but otherwise she was free of all fraternal ties to friends and family. Her mind was at relative ease. The peace was welcome but rare - whenever another's mind was near, the songs changed tune. It was no longer the sound of her soul, but the souls of others, too, rising into a raucous ruckus of rampant ringing, no rhyme or reason other than to ebb away at her energy.

But such was her quirk.

The soft humming led her around a few corners, but her focus wasn't directed internally; rather, back to her original purpose: surveying the outlay of the school. No blueprints had been available online. She knew none of the attending students, either. Of course, her schedule had said absolutely nothing about directions, as well, so every step she took was critically contributing to the success of her first day.

First day. First day, at UA.

Something about that didn't sound right.

Just a few days ago, she'd been an average student at a school for primarily quirkless students - the only with quirks were, unfortunately, rejects from other academies - despite being rather skilled in the use of her own blessings. The situation had nothing to do with her. More along the lines of familial troubles...constant moves, job changes, the ins-and-outs of home life. Quite frankly, regardless of how little respect she'd held for her previous school, she couldn't help but view it as better than being home.

At least the songs at school, although more numerous, were less malicious.

But now, she legitimately had reason to look forward to the dawning of each day, the rise of each new sun and fall of each new moon, the gentle lull of each new song she'd yet to encounter at her new educational institution. The time spent training to become a true hero, fighting for the wellbeing and safety of her fellow citizens, and the lessons learnt from real-life professionals of her dream occupation. Getting her quirk even more under her hands and to her advantage. Recognizing the soft notes that had begun to play in the back of her mind against the otherwise musicless static in her mind.

Wait.

Something about this song was different than that of mother nature's, and, without hesitation, she found herself slipping back around the corner, into the beginning of a small forest bordering the fantastically whimsical boundaries of her new school. The wind was no longer a gentle whistle, but rather an ever-growing tune, soft and sweet, soprano and silhouetting a figure of innocence in her mind's eye. Her hands found tree bark beneath them, and, as the song continued to swell, she gently shifted, sticking her head slightly around the cover of the canopied plants.

Nothing was easily recognizable at first. After all, why should it have been? It was hardly past sunrise - who would've been up at this hour, much less headed to school? A teacher, perhaps, she supposed, but nevertheless, something about this sudden arrival struck her as odd, and oddities caused her to fall into a more cautious modus operandi.

The song that swelled in her mind was sweet, but such sounds could prove themselves sickeningly deceitful.

Of course no quirk was without its limits. The songs of others' souls may have played loudly in her mind with every person she met, but just as a musician may alter the meters or melodies, those truly devoted to their devilish crafts could present themselves under the pretense of a hymn of falsified happiness.

She still wasn't sure how it all worked. But if her current hypothesis was correct - that the songs were based around emotions, not logical truths - then all it required was control of one's feelings in order to change the piece they unconsciously played.

But when sight of the owner was first caught, some of her apprehension couldn't help and fade.

He was dressed in uniform - that of a student's - and walked with the same unconsciously cautious gate as she had upon first arriving at the school. Now that she listened deeper, she heard his uncertainty reflected in the notes, which gently wavered, unsure of themselves, with each and every one of his falling footsteps. His green hair was illuminated by the exponentially-brightening sun, shining down upon what appeared to be an exponentially-brightening smile across his face as he paused mid-step before backpedaling, awe and wonder crescendoing through his body.

Quick notes within her mind began to harmonize with those of his, as though they had begun to develop a mind of their own, chorusing with captivating composure. His eyes were green pools of complacent comfort, and his song continued to rise, higher and higher, rivalling the clouds far up in the milky sky.

"I can't believe it," he breathed, voice raising as he continued, "I still can't believe it. I'm actually getting used to it!" This, followed by a rustling around in his backpack, and the retrieval of a sheet of paper. Although too far to read properly, the girl judged, by its shape and size, that it was most likely in accordance with the appearance of a schedule slip. "The best instructors in the world, teaching me, of all people..."

As his voice trailed off into joyous bewilderment, she felt herself reaching out for him. His song grew closer and soon she could see its instruments, watch the chords fall into place one after another, so incredibly similar to a tune that she hadn't heard in what felt like months, years, decades, lifetimes. A hypnotic hymn that drew her further in. It tugged at her heartstrings, her fingertips, and eventually her legs, which drew her out from behind her cherished safety point. She was walking without realizing. Breathing in his song as it reverberated around her mind, her body, her heart.

By the time she was recalled to reality, it was already too late. The boy's attention had snagged upon her image.

A look of vibrant fear first crossed his face, and for a few fractions of a second he held his apprehension around him like a shield, allowing him time to ascertain the knowledge of whether to fight or run, stay or go. But as quickly as it had come, it had gone. Opposite to the usual, it was almost as if her unfamiliarity to him was comforting, rather than alarming.

"Oh - hi!" He smiled nervously, his tune somewhat faltering from its typical tantalizing form. "Are you lost?"

The girl managed to put an end to the sounds in her head, directing her attention to the world around her rather than the world inside her. "Well...I actually just, um..." she broke off, her cheeks beginning to glow red with embarrassment at the odd truth. I'm here to peek through all the windows to gain knowledge of the layout. The follow-up would be an immediate call to the local authorities on the grounds of suspicious stalkerish activity.

So, instead, she boiled it down to its bare bones. "I'm new here," she began, "to U.A. Today will be my first day, but I haven't had time to take a tour...and I didn't want to look like a complete idiot." The faint song in her head changed from a dark theatrical sound to something lighter, as though laughing at her own self-deprecating lark.

To her surprise, the boy nodded, the smile only growing wider. "You don't have to sound so nervous," he replied, chuckling a bit, "I did the same thing on my first day. I was scared out of my mind."

Once more their harmonies were homogeneous.

"You've been here for awhile?" she inquired, tilting her head to the side. Her former forebodings faded away at his open honesty.

He nodded once more. "I've attended since day one." The piece of paper he'd pulled out was raised to his companion's face. "I'm really lucky to have made it in."

"Me too," she responded, grinning. As she began to scan the paper, her eyes grew wider with reserved excitement, somewhere between relief and disbelief. "Class 1-A? That's where I'm supposed to head to...hold on." A moment passed, and soon enough she, too, held her schedule back to him. "Do you know where these other classes are?"

Blankness passed over his face as he read through her schedule, before blossoming into a full-out grin. "Of course! And if you ever get lost - well, I don't think you will," he beamed, "because we share all the same classes."

The eruption of euphonies exploded again against her cherry-red face, simultaneously under a pallor with reprieve and a blush of elation, emotion flowing loudly through her veins as though her blood was liquid noise, composing a cacophony of captivated clinking. Her worries had all been for nought - not only had she arrived at school, safely, with time to spare and thoughts to share, but she had found the solutions to her substratal stupefaction. At a loss for words, all she could murmur was, "Thank you!"

"No trouble at all," he smiled, and the sunlight seemed to catch in his eyes and his hair, on his uniform and in his instrumental music, in such a parenthetically perfect presence, that the girl felt her heart swell against her bones. "Oh! I'm sorry - I almost forgot to introduce myself, aha. I'm Izuku Midoriya."

"I'm Emily," she returned, her head fluttering with the beauteous tune that continued its uncontrollable composition rate.

"Well, Emily, welcome to U.A.! It's really amazing here. I have no doubt that you'll do great!"

Something about his purity, his childlike innocence and his desperate desire to help, to provide aid to those whom he had never even accosted aforetime, made the notes in her head dance wildly, the music spreading to every extremity in her body and flooding her with a feeling of pure pleasure. She had never once considered her old place of residency a house. And yet, after only a few minor moments, this new settlement was already a home.

I think it'll be more amazing with you around.

And the song inside her was sweeter than it had ever seemed, straightened veraciously with his, until they were no longer two separate entities but rather one extraordinarily enchanting orchestra.

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And there it is!  I really hope you all enjoyed, and I really hope you liked it Emily!!  You're so precious to me and I hope that you're happy with it, ahh~!!  //happy early birthday as well love ~ //

This was incredibly fun to write.  Thank you all for reading!

With love, 
   - Petri ♥