"Alright, guys, this is it." Shouto stopped in front of a building with a cheap neon sign that read 'Todoroki Karaoke'.

"No whey, you own a karaoke place???" Denki questioned in disbelief.

"No—my trashy dad does."

"Endeavor? You mean to tell me, the second-rank Pro Hero owns a karaoke place?" Izuku wanted to confirm.

"Ye."

"What're we standing around for!? LET'S TRASH THIS JOINT!" Katsuki threw on a pair of Gucci shades, before entering the building. I gulped and followed behind with the others.

The interior was dimly lit—with stage lights consisting of greens, blues, and purples. It looked like any typical karaoke place, not that I've been to one before. It was just a hunch.

"SON, IS THAT YOU!?" a gruff voice from an old man called. "NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN!" This tall man with literal fire for clothes approached Shouto and gave him a side-hug. Otherwise known as Endeavor.

"Don't touch me, geezer," snarked Shouto.

Why was he displaying so many daddy issues?

"Ah, don't be upset, Son. Just because I put your mother in a mental hospital, doesn't mean you have to hold such a grudge!"

"Hey, my mom tried to put me in one too once," Katsuki joined in. "But then I decked her and got sent to juvie instead. Haha, fun times." He took a sip of his limeade which he stole from a kid somewhere.

No one responded to him. Instead, Endeavor continued. "Ooh, who's the girl~?" Obviously, he was referring to me. Now, I was scared.

". . .Just a friend. Her name is (Y/N) (L/N)."

Endeavor towered over me and grinned creepily. "So, you have a good Quirk?"

"I-I guess. . ."

"Wanna marry my son? I'd love to see what kind of grandchildren I'd have."

In that moment, every single one of the guys circled around me and created a dome of protection. I felt like the Crown Jewels in the Tower of London—due to how fiercely protective they were all acting.

"STAY AWAY FROM HER!!" they all shrieked in a chorus.

"Aha, whatever. So, whatcha here for, Son?"

Shouto grumbled out, "My. . .friends. . .and I wanted to sing a few tunes."

"Oh? Well, just ask the DJ over there. He'll give you any song ya want."

We looked over to see. . .Present Mic. Of course, he was the DJ.

"OH, HEYA, KIDS! DIDN'T EXPECT TO SEE YOU HERE!"

"Ew. An extrovert," expressed Hitoshi. "Mr. Aizawa told me to stay clear of that guy."

"WHO. WOULD. LIKE. TO. GO. FIRST?" Tenya wondered, once again karate-chopping the dust in the air.

Katsuki sniggered. "Pfft, I'll show you who's the best singer. I'm probably ten-thousand-times better at it than stupid Deku."

"Oh, yeah?" Izuku challenged. "You wanna test that out?"

"Yeah. Watch this, (Y/N)~" Katsuki darkly smirked before stepping up on stage. "Move it or lose it, broccoli boy."

Izuku hopped up as well. The others and I sat down in the audience, preparing to witness a possible catastrophe. I just hoped Katsuki wasn't going to explode anything. However, I was curious to which duet they would pick.

"I'm recording this, pfft," Denki told me in a whisper as he pulled out his cellphone. I sunk in my seat and braced myself for the upcoming cringe.

And all the sudden, the lights went low. But the spotlight hit Izuku as soon as they did. And then, he started with the lyrics. . .

'ANYTHANG YOU CAN DO, I CAN DO BETTER!'

Katsuki spat back with a sassy pose, 'HAH!'

Izuku spun to Katuski with his microphone. 'I CAN DO ANYTHING BETTER THAN YOU~'

'No, you can't.'

'Yes, I can.'

'No, you can't.'

'Yes, I can.'

'No, you can't.'

'Yes, I can. YES, I CANNNN~'

I facepalmed. Of course, they chose this song.

'Anything you can be, I can be greater. Sooner or later I'm greater than you.'

Eijiro's jaw was agape, and Denki was wheezing. I think Shouto was dead from concealing his laughter though. So, they continued with the 'No, you can't' and 'Yes, I can' part for a good solid ten seconds. It only started to disturb me once they tried to find out who could sing the highest.

Katsuki harmonized, 'Any note you can reach, I can go higher.'

Izuku faced him off and held the microphone even closer. 'I can sing anything higher than you.'

Katsuki went up an octave. 'No, you can't.'

Izuku did the same. 'Yes, I can.'

Katsuki sounded like a chipmunk with laryngitis. 'No, you can't.'

Izuku sounded like helium. 'Yes, I can.'

Katsuki destroyed my eardrums. 'No, you can't.'

Izuku broke the sound barrier. 'Yes, I. . .CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN~!!!"

"Ouch. Screw this, I'm out." Katsuki dropped his microphone and exited the stage.

"IZUKU MIDORIYA WINS THIS SING-OFF!!" Present Mic announced.

Apparently, Katsuki was a secret soprano. That just makes him even more attractive though. But I wonder why he gave up so easily?

"Alright, whose turn is it now?" Tenya asked.

"Shouto, you should go!!" I suggested.

"Wut?"

"YEAH, SHOW US WHAT YOU GOT!!" Eijiro cheered.

Soon after that, everyone began pushing him to sing the next song. After much peer pressure and manipulation, he finally gave in. We're such good friends.

"Alright, alright. . .I'll do it. . .for (Y/N) though." Shouto found himself on the stage, only to shyly pull up a microphone to his mouth.

It was quiet at first—but dramatic. My eyes were full of anticipation for what would come next.

And that's when he beautifully started crooning the audience with the lyrics, 'The snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen. . . . A kingdom of isolation—and it looks like, I'm the kween.'

"SON, NO," Endeavor shouted—but we all hushed him up and let Shouto do his thang.

'The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside. Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried. . . .'

Shouto then started to get into it. He copied the exact same movements as Queen Elsa, and face expressions. Frankly, it was scary.

'Don't let them in—don't let them see—BE THE GOOD GORL YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BE!!!' Shouto's face expression now looked pained, and tears were beginning to flow. 'CONCEAL DON'T FEEL, DON'T LET THEM KNOWWWWW! WELL, NOW THEY KNOWWWWWW. . .!!!'

'LET IT GO!!!' Shouto flicked out his hand because the rhythm took over his body, and accidentally sent a projectile of ice toward Hanta. Hanta was now frozen in an ice cube. Everyone around him took a step back.

"Brah, couldn't you have done that sooner?" Katsuki asked. "Wait, could you freeze Deku next?"

I elbowed him in the side.

"W-Woah. . .I'm so sorry. I didn't think I'd. . ." Shouto looked down at his hands. "I'm a monster. . ."

"Cool beans, mah dude." Hitoshi flashed a peace-sign before chugging down some Kool-Aid.

So, we pushed the ice-cubed Hanta aside so he didn't disrupt the crowd's view. Apparently, Shouto was too ashamed to continue his performance, so he just stopped. His voice was pretty nifty though.

"Can I go next?" Eijiro asked permission.

I nodded. "Sure! Show us what you got."

Eijiro waltzed up on the platform and scanned his observers. "A-Alright. . .I'd like to sing Emotions by Mariah Carey."

Katsuki facepalmed. "End me, please."

"Wow, you mean the song from that flying lawnmower meme?" I laughed.

Denki whispered to us, "Isn't Mariah Carey that chick with the high voice?"

Eijiro took a gulp, which was clearly heard by everyone since he did it in front of the mic. Gross.

He opened his eyes and began to vocalize the song. It was just his normal voice for the first half—but after that, the sound of death came upon us.

'It feels like a dream—when you love me tenderly. I don't know if you're for real—but I like the way I feel INSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDEEEEEEEE~'

When he sang that last note, everyone screamed and covered their ears. It was like a dog whistle—except we were the dogs. People were literally in pain from how high he sung it. Eijiro shouldn't have been a U.A. student—he should have been an opera singer instead.

"STOPPPP!!! PLEASEE!!!!" Tenya begged while crying.

"STOP ITTTT, DUDE!!! I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING BAD I WROTE ABOUT YOU IN THE BOY'S BATHROOM!!" Katsuki sobbed.

I was huddled in the arms of Hitoshi, attempting to block out of the intensity of Eijiro's soprano voice.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Shouto was crawling like Gollum toward the door, trying to exit the building.

Izuku fainted, along with Denki.

Thankfully, Eijiro freed our souls and stopped. "Oh, what's wrong, guys?"

We were all laid out across the floor, practically dead.

"Sorry, guys. I've been a soprano for as long as I can remember. But tonight, I wanted to show it off and be proud of myself!

"I've only ever cried once in my life, and that was when I was four," Katsuki spoke, still sobbing from the trauma. "I HATE YOU—YOU BROKE MY RECORD!!!"

Eijiro shrugged. "I don't know what I did wrong though."

Tenya took off his glasses which now had cracked lenses. "That was torturous. Pure evil."

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come here. . . .