彡THE POINTE OF NO RETURN
╰┈➤In which a group of teenagers navigate love, heartbreak, friendship, ambition and the dark undercurrents of growing up-All while attending Japan's most prestigious arts academy: Unity of the Arts.
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L—ife as a high school student in Japan was already hellish enough. Now imagine doing it at the country's most elite private arts academy: Unity of the Arts. Or as everyone called it, UA.
UA was the school to attend if you were serious about the arts. Dance, music, drama, visual arts. You name it, and they had it.
There was something for everyone—that is, if you were good enough to get in.
Thousands auditioned every year. Only the top 5% made it through the doors.
So you can imagine the look on 15 year old Katsuki Bakugo's face when he saw his old ex-enemy sitting right across from him at the new student orientation.
His fingers twitched in annoyance, foot bouncing up and down as he burned holes into the back of the familiar green blob of hair.
How on earth did Izuku Midoriya make it into UA. The same kid who couldn't paint for shit during art class, would freeze up in front of a crowd and had the gracefulness of an elephant.
He could only be here for one thing then. Music?
Katsuki swallowed hard at the thought as he leaned back in his seat.
How the hell did Midoriya get good enough at anything to be accepted into UA? The school for the best of the be—
"Oh come onnnn Katsuki, chiil out would you!" A red haired girl groaned, interrupting his malice thoughts. She rested her head atop of his, hugging his shoulders from behind.
He jerked at the sudden touch, swatting the familiar girl away with his hands.
"Oh come on," she teased, "is that any way to treat your bestfriend that you havent seen alllll summer?" She immediately jumped in for a hug.
"Oh shut it" he pushed her face away again, dusting off the imaginary dirt on his shirt.
"Its not my fault i havent seen you all summer, youre the one who decided to go abroad to fucking, where was it? Argentina?" He huffed, crossing his arms as he stared up at the girl.
She shifted from her spot, now sitting next to him admist the hundreds of chairs. "Yes Katsuki, Argentina. And you know why i went!" She pointed to his chest.
"Yeah for language cultivation or something. Blah. blah. blah." he rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Oh come on! If you got the chance to go to Germany, you would wouldn't you?" She questioned him, already knowing the answer.
Katsuki's family was half german—if you couldnt tell by the harsh attitudes and blunt words.
Her family was spanish, [country name] to be exact. Her mother was half japanese. So she was barely even a quarter japanese and you could tell just by glance.
