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If Someone Had Told You

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If someone had told you on your very first day of college that by the end of the football season you would be dating Katsuki Bakugou, you would have been confused, because you had no idea who that was. 

Yesterday you had spent the entire day with your childhood friends, trying to enjoy what was going to be the last time you would see them for 2 months. And now, less than 24 hours later, you were stepping into the car you had carefully packed with all your belongings as you prepared to drive into the next chapter of your life. It seemed impossible that all the things that made you could fit into this car, that you could sit in the driver’s seat so easily and not be sad, but it was possible, and you were doing it right now.

The drive in was beautiful, not too long, but long enough for you to ruminate properly on the change that you were undergoing. Would you, like the slowly rising sun, become more brighter and beautiful? Or would you be the equivalent of the dead racoon roasting on the side of the highway? Only time would tell, though you certainly hoped it would be the former. And soon enough, you were parking in the parking garage and stepping out onto the campus of the school where you would spend the next four years of your life: UA University.

You left your belongings in the car for the moment, that wasn’t important right now. What held your focus was the massive stadium, home to the UA Wolfpack football team, and more importantly, the UA Howling Wolves Marching Band. 

You hadn’t applied to UA just for the marching band. It was one of the best schools in the area, hell, in the country, and academics, extracurricular opportunities, and atmosphere were all equally top-notch. After you toured the campus, you knew you had to attend no matter what. Being a member of the UAMB was just a very large added bonus. It was touted as one of the largest and best college marching bands in the country. Plus, UA had a Division I football team. Other nearby colleges may have had marching bands, but nowhere near the level that UA did. Other schools would play for soccer and baseball games, and sometimes didn’t even have a halftime show! Students from schools across the area were permitted to join the UA band anyway, to strengthen talent and numbers even further, and this was quite a popular option, so you had heard. You had only heard good things about the marching band, and now you are going to get to be a part of it!

In front of the stadium sat a small tent, and even from the parking garage you could make out a smiling figure. You and your family headed over, letting you take the lead. Sitting at the table was a smiling blonde boy

“Hi there! Are you here to check in for marching band?” asked the boy. You nodded, slightly nervously. “Fantastic! Glad to have you! My name is Mirio Togata, and I’m the lead conductor for the band, so you’ll be seeing me quite a lot! Can I just get your name to check you off?” You couldn’t help but crack a smile, Mirio was just such a happy person. Probably a good thing, if he was head conductor and therefore setting the tone for the band, you thought to yourself.

“Um, it’s l/n. y/n l/n,” you said cautiously. Mirio’s grin got even wider.

“Awesome, awesome,” he exclaimed, flipping through a list of names until he found yours, then moving to grab the corresponding name tag. “Alright, put this on, and then follow those signs I’m pointing to, they will lead you down into the band storage area, and from there, we will get you everything you need for the season!” You nodded again, stepping into the indoor part of the stadium while your family waited outside. 

The signs Mirio had told you about were easy enough to follow, and soon you found yourself inside the band room, where more band members were waiting to smile and take care of you. You found your locker and instrument already set up, with music inside as well, and then you headed downstairs for what seemed to be the main event of the hour: getting a uniform that would fit. 

The underground of the band room was a pretty tight space, and it was packed with people, making it a bit of a tight squeeze as you headed over to the table where more band leaders were sitting. Just as you finished your approach, before you could even open your mouth, a hand was outstretched to you.

“Tenya Iida, freshman trumpet player. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. If you’ll just follow me right this way, I can help you get set with a uniform.” You shook his hand, rather confused as to why a fellow freshman already knew so much more than you, but you followed him anyway. He babbled as he walked. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I, a freshman like you are working with the uniforms. Well, to put it simply, organization and precision is highly important to me, and as soon as I heard that there was a position in the band that helped maintain order, I knew I knew I had to play some part. And thus, I now stand before you as the assistant to the assistant band manager.” 

Iida swiftly grabbed uniform components for you based on your measurements, and luckily enough they fit perfectly, not that you were expecting anything else from Iida. You had known this man for less than a day, and already you were certain that he was the most organized person on the planet. But he was nice enough, even when he yelled at you from dropping the hem of the uniform overalls on the ground. Lord knows you had your own personality quirks. At least Iida was responsible, even if he was a bit over the top. And he was very helpful, getting you in and out of the crowded space in a short time, so that you can finally begin the process of setting up your room. 

You family had put all of the boxes in dorm 1-A for you, and all that was left for you to do was unpack them and put your things away. And all of a sudden it was time for you to say goodbye to your family! With a few hugs and promises to call, they got back into the car and headed home, leaving you alone in your dorm room, an extremely lucky single dorm room you had won through the lottery system. A room all to yourself in college was priceless, even if you did have to share the bathroom.

 As you set up your home for the next year, you kept your door propped open case anyone else who was moving in early for band camp happened to be in your dorm, and happily, a few girls were! As you moved in, you met Ochako Uraraka, a piccolo player, as well as Asui Tsuyu, a color guard member, and even one girl who was moving in early for something else altogether, a girl named Mina Ashido, who was a cheerleader. All of them seemed super nice, and you looked forward to seeing them more during band camp, or in Mina’s case, at football games. You hoped that at least you had made some casual friends, maybe even someday to become close ones. 

Move-in day continued to be both orderly and chaotic at the same time. Having set up your room completely, you, Uraraka, and Asui, or Tsu, as she informed you that she liked to be called, headed over to the first big band meeting. It was more of the same, welcomes, and reviews of the information you had been emailed before the start of camp. The band director, Mr. Aizawa, certainly seemed interesting, and you looked forward to starting work on the first halftime show, which stunningly would begin tomorrow, as Mr. Aizawa informed you before he dismissed you for dinner. 

You naturally gravitated toward Uraraka and Tsu, your hopeful friends, and they happily welcomed you as you walked with them toward the dining hall. Iida, from earlier, as well as another band freshman, Shouto Todoroki, who played the saxophone just like you! As it turned out, your 4 friends had all been at the same orientation, and already knew each other, though they were careful not to make you feel left you. Mostly, you just thought it was a funny coincidence. 

As you ate your dining hall meal of a sub-par burrito bowl, you saw a group of football players walk in, and you groaned inwardly. Back in high school, you hadn’t really gotten along with the football players. They were rude, and entitled, and you had a terrible feeling that college football players, D1 players at that, would be even worse. You can't stop yourself from wincing as you saw one smaller player with a shock of bright green hair walked over with his dinner, approaching your table. You looked around at your tablemates, only to see them all waving. Uraraka quickly noted your confused gaze, and explained.

“Oh, that’s Izuku Midoriya, we met him at orientation! He’s super nice, he’s actually a kicker for the football team!” You relaxed. If your friends liked him, he would probably be ok. And he was. Talking to Midoriya, you realized that he was actually a really decent guy. Maybe football players at UA were different, not entitled that they played for a D1 school, but grateful to do so? At least, that’s how it seemed talking to Midoryia. He told you all about his teammates and how hard they were working for the new season, how excited he was about the new coach, but most importantly, he constantly brought up how happy he was to have a great school band. It was really nice to be appreciated, and you could see that he really meant it. It may have only been your first night at UA, and band camp may not actually have begun, but you had a good feeling about Marching Band, and the school year in general, even the football team. And for the most part, those good feelings would be correct.