“You did it again, midoriya,” Enji says as izuku sits down “Another breaking record, your viewers are growing by the day,” his manager says, looking at the papers “And you're just a beta doing groundwork in a bar, In a few months you'd have your stage, faster than some company-produced bands”

Izuku gave him a small tired smile as he flopped onto the sofa in the small office all bands were given to get ready and prepare He also knew Enji had high hopes for his band, he was a man of business who had a good record of knowing what new bands to pick