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🎶Chapter 2🎶

Midoriya POV

It's been two weeks since I've sent the video to UAMA. Throughout those weeks I've been having thoughts about whether or not I'm getting accepted. But I'll never know until it arrives.

Right now I'm in my room, sitting on my bed as I replace the strings from my electric guitar since they've worn out. Suddenly, my mom slammed the door open making me jump.

"Izuku! They're here, the letter is here!" She beams as she forcefully pushed the letter to my chest, making me almost drop the guitar that's in my hands.

I let out a shaky breath, "thanks mom. But... can I open it alone?" I asked politely, looking at the letter in my hands.

She smiled. "Of course honey, take all the time you need. But tell me afterward." She reminds me as she closed the door behind her slowly.

I sighed as I placed my guitar on my bed and stood up. I walked towards my spinning chair and sat on it, spinning myself with the chair slightly as I lean back, holding the letter in front of me.

I look at it for what seems like hours until I let out a groan as I stop spinning, dragging my chair with me towards my desk.

Placing the letter on my desk in front of me, I opened it professionally. By professional I mean ripping the heck out of it sending the letter flying, slowly landing on my head. I grabbed it and opened it. I read through it quickly as my eyes widen.

I ran out of my room seeing my mom across the hall before attacking her with a hug as she squeaked in surprise. "Mom! I got in! I got in!" I cheered, my cheeks hurting for smiling too big.

My mom placed a hand over her mouth before hugging me back tightly. "Izu! I'm so proud of you!"

I can't wait for the day to come!

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Why did the day had to come?

Right now I'm standing in front of the gates of UAMA, frozen.

I should be excited, right? I mean, this is one of the best music academies in the whole of Japan! Yet I got accepted?! I should be all excited and everything but why do I feel like running back to my house? I feel like I don't belong here...

"It's whatever..." I muttered as I cautiously walk towards the building.

My mind is sworn with so many thoughts that I didn't even notice tripping over a rock. It felt like slow motion as I felt myself falling.

Welp, this is the end.

As I brace for the impact I suddenly felt someone pull on my hood making me yelp as they yanked me backward. Holding myself steady, I sigh in relief as I turned my head to the person who saved my fall.

It's was a girl with short brunette hair and pink cheeks. In one of her hands held which seems a flute case while the other is still holding onto my hood.

I look down at my right hand that's clenching tightly onto the guitar case handle, inside my electric guitar. You see, in the letter, they say you can bring your instruments with you. But if the item is too big then they'll have them prepared it for you in class.