The students piled out of their respective locker rooms in their hero costumes, ready to begin the matches. That was most of the class, at least. (Y/n) on the other hand, was simply admiring his classmates' outfits. They were colorful and unique. Most of what he had seen after coming out of the prison/asylum were people in boring black suits and plain grey uniforms. There was this one group of people he saw that had on lavender uniforms, but that's a story for another time.

He was amazed by all the different colors being worn around him. Though, his own costume was quite the sight as well. Midnight had taken (Y/n) to get his costume, and she let him design it. It was a little unexpected, seeing as most of the costumes were constructed of mainly one color like green or red. Needless to say, the costume was beautiful.

One his feet, (Y/n) had white boots with yellow, pink, and blue stripes on the toes and the back of the boot, which also had a black, one-inch heel. He had on short white shorts that had yellow stars on them, along with three rings of the colors pink, blue, and yellow went down to his knees. He had a white turtle-neck muscle-shirt with stars in the middle, and he had a white jacket with medium length sleeves that came down to the bottom of his ribcage. The jacket also had yellow, pink, and blue stripes coming up the middle, and on the ends of the sleeves. A little less than half of the bottom of the jacket was black. (Y/n) had white headphones with the same stripes. The headphones also had microphones in them, along with his pink belt. Just to finish it off, he had on black, fingerless gloves.

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The class was surprised by how... loud the costume was, but what caught most of their attention was what the costume showed off-- just how skinny (Y/n) was. Of course, the class bombarded him with questions, not yet having been informed of his life before a small time ago.

"Dude, you're hecka skinny!" Kaminari commented, gaining glares from the girls in the class.

"I believe your current weight may be of concern, (Y/n)," Iida said.

"What diet are you on?" Tooru asked. "I might need it in the future!"

(Y/n) was a little uncomfortable, to say the least. "I don't know what a diet is... And what's a weight?"

"A diet is something people do to get skinnier, and your weight is how much you weigh, or how heavy you are," Uraraka explained.

"Oh... Well, I'm not dieting! I mean, I don't know a lot about food, but I don't know if what Aizawa is trying to get me to eat will make me lose weight... but the food is really good!" (Y/n) smiled, beginning to go on a tangent. "The first night I spent with him he made me this really good stuff called sashimi with avocado! And then I had this super yummy thing called a chocolate cake!"

The class was surprised, it was like he had never had that before. But that was for another time, because the matches were about to start. The class was pumped, almost forgetting about the previous conversation completely.

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After a few groups had gone, it was time for (Y/n) to give it a shot. He smiled as he saw Jiiro walk up onto the platform opposite of him. He waved and looked up at the stands, catch Aizawa's eyes. He pointed to his headphones, then to the rest of the class, after all, they too would be affected if they could hear him.

Aizawa got the message and took out the headphone he had the teachers use during his entrance exam. He gave each student one, putting one on himself. He positioned himself so he could turn off (Y/n)'s if needed.

With that, the match began, and (Y/n) waited, not wanting to make the first move. He did, though, take his headphones from around his neck and put them on his head, blocking any sound from his ears. If he couldn't feel sound waves, it would be a major disadvantage— not being able to hear and all.

Jiiro was confused, why did he need the headphones? What exactly did they do?

Those questions would be answered during the battle, in which she needed to focus on. A couple minutes had passed, and neither had made a move. Why is he waiting? Should I go for it? Jiiro couldn't help questioning herself, but she knew she was overthinking things. Jiiro looked at Kittim, gaining confidence. He looked like a total amateur, he wasn't even in a stance. He just stood up straight like he was going to sing or something.

Deciding to start out strong, Jiiro jammed her ear jacks into the speakers on her legs, amplifying her heartbeat. Normally it knocked people off their feet, but (Y/n) didn't even budge. He smiled, he could feel the beating, he didn't understand what the beating was, but he could t hear it— therefore he remained unaffected.

Jiiro was taken aback, how had her attack not worked? But she wasn't the only one who was surprised. The class knew what she did, but they saw nothing happen. Then (Y/n) opened his mouth. While everyone was shocked and paying attention to Jiiro and wondering why her attack had been ineffective, he whistled.

The high pitched sound managed to make their ears ring through the headphones, and Jiiro was lifted into the air and thrown out of the boundaries. The class as shocked. They couldn't hear what had happened all that well, but they saw what happened. One of the students, though no one could truly care enough to see who, got up to go retrieve Recovery Girl.

(Y/n) spared the stands a glance, walking up to Jiiro slowly. He started to sing something quietly. Jiiro couldn't make out the words, her head was fuzzy and her ears were ringing, but she heard his voice faintly. It was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard, like it was an angel singing her wounds away. Little did she know he was closer to a hellish siren than he would ever be to any angelic being that may exist.

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