The show was a raging success. Two different but amazing cultures of music coming together and performing so well got the fans so in love they didn't know what to do. And the biggest new hype of all was TodoDeku, growing strong, and growing wild.

Soon Izuku's youtube where he posts vlogs, music teasers, and his own personal armature music was purely blowing up with requests for him to feature Shoto in one of his videos. Sighing, Izuku decided to give the fans what they wanted.

The greenet texted him, it being about three days after the show and everyone was back home. Of course to avoid the rest of BPU Izuku rented a small recording studio, though it was more of a dance studio than anything. Currently he was in said studio.

I may need your help with something

Of course the halfie checked who the message was from and felt mixed between comfort and a grimace.

With what?

Izuku was thrilled at the sight of a response.

So I have a yt channel for fun and all the fans want u to come and hang out in a video!! i'll probably just do a live stream! I even have a piano here so u should really come!!!!!

Shoto stared at the text. He's never been to Izuku's place... no! He couldn't just go over for purely that reason!

A piano?

I knew that'd catch ur attention hehe

Shoto stared at Izuku's text dryly.

You're not allowed to tease me in anyway. I'll come over if we can agree to that.

Izuku of course pouted at this, whining to himself as he laid on the floor and almost dropped his phone on his face which of course screwed him a little.

jkb,kdfkl.';ad olp

Sorry I dropped my phoene!

Phone*

God damnit

Shoto found himself chuckling soundlessly before he could think much of it.

It's fine, I'll come over. Address?

Shoto stared at the phone for about three minutes before he finally got a reply.

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You just spend three minutes typing that, didn't you?

Maybe but we don't talk bout that

Of course Izuku sent the address of the studio to him, it only took about fifteen minutes before he arrived. They weren't too far from each other after all.

The greenet decided to start the live stream before hand, waiting for everyone to join in. In no less than a minute, there were about 180,000 watching, the number quickly rising too. Izuku was doing some freaky stretches as he waited for 'his special guest' to arrive, wearing some yoga pants which were almost skin tight, and a flowy shirt for maximum mobility for stretching. Yep. Only for that, it's not like he was waiting for Shoto and decided to change before the stream.

"And I just got a text that our special guest is outside!" Izuku giggled, bouncing on his heels as he jogged over to the doors. He had his cameras set up and hooked up to his computer and monitor, the comments being displayed on screen. He even had a mic hanging from the ceiling to catch his voice.

The greenet caught sight of a halfie getting out of a cab and waved widely from the door. "Shootttooo!!"

Of course the studio mic caught this and the comments started going bat shit crazy not that the two could see.

"..hm." He greenet, looking around curiously as he walked in.

Izuku dragged him over in front of the camera "We already have the live stream going! You're standing in front of about 300,000 people right now!"

Shoto pursed his lips in unease. "Mmh.."

He offered a timid wave to the camera wch made Izuku beam and remember something. "Oh yeah! I'll go get the piano from the back, it's on a little platform so I can get it myself, just sit there and look pretty!"

Shoto gaped in embarrassment, his cheeks pinkening as his face scrunched in disagreement. Of course he looked back over to the camera awkwardly and decided to wave again. It was the most he could do.. his eyes flickered to the screen were all the comments were being displayed. He skimmed through them, though most were just saying hi to Shoto or about TodoDeku..

The haflie wasn't sure what that was still. Of course he saw the Todo as his last name. 'Todo'roki.. but Deku? What?

Maybe he'd ask Izuku when he got back.

{Sorry for the whole lack of updates in this book! expect more!!}