"Get out of here, kid!"

Izuku stumbled quickly and out of the alleyway. He moved into the street as an angry man yelled in his direction -- frantically waving the greenette away from his doorstep. He had fallen asleep while attempting to stay dry under the canopy that hung over the man's doorway. 

Izuku had been in London for almost a week now. Before that, he had traveled from France by train or on foot. Before that, he found his way from Japan. Izuku had his mind set on becoming a dancer like his mother had been before she passed away. It took days of terrible travel, but he soon found his way to the one and only U.A. Dance Academy. 

Getting there was the least of his worries. Izuku remembered arriving, covered in dirt and filth from his traveling, and asking to see the dean of admissions to U.A. He had begged the man for an audition after explaining his situation and ruefully admitting how he did not have money to pay tuition. However, it was his dream to study at this academy since he was a child. 

He had been told stories of this academy. The top dancers in the world studied there! His mother dreamed of attending. But when his parents both passed away in a car accident, he was left alone and with a kindled passion for dance and the hopeless dream of attending the one place he felt would bring him happiness. 

The dean of the admissions had not turned him away but did insist that he talk to the other instructors and figure out what could be done. The dean of admissions had been none other than Yagi Toshinori -- the newly retired ballet dancer. Toshinori retired due to injury and had taken over the job of overseeing student admissions to U.A. Academy. 

It had been one week since then and Izuku was told that he needed to come back again to get a final answer after it had been discussed with the faculty. 

Izuku always felt that he was a great dancer. He connected to music almost spiritually and his body moved as if the music was inside him; as if the lyrics and tunes were engraved in his veins. Izuku's emotional connection to dance was what people had declared as remarkable. Although he was an amateur and had never had professional training, Izuku could, in fact, dance. 

He wanted this more than anything, He ran away from the one place he had to call home. The greenette had nowhere else go. He could not go back there. The orphanage. Dancing was his life now. He wanted it. He needed to make it happen. It was all he had ever known as his identity, and after his parents died, it was who he was determined to become. No questions asked!

Izuku had been living in different locations over the past week. A few people had been kind enough to feed him and provide shelter for him for a night or two before not-so-politely asking him to move on. People in Japan were much nicer. But it was still better being here, being closer to his dream, than it was being in that orphanage.

Today was the day. Izuku ran from the shouting man that had thrown him off his doorstep. The sky was slowly turning brighter as he turned a corner and began sprinting towards the dance academy. London was huge and full of interesting people. It was slightly overwhelming but amazing and wonderful as well. 

As he ran, Izuku could begin to see the prestigious academy in the distance. Its golden dome was standing high and proud --a beacon of hope for the young boy running towards his future.

A large smile broke across Izuku's face as he ran. His body leaped through the streets while making its nimble way towards his destiny. Izuku was only 16, about 5'6 with a slight frame, lean and nimble, and the perfect form of a ballet dancer. His hair was a curly shade of viridescent with bright eyes that matched. Izuku was fair-skinned. Only a dusting of freckles that adorned his cheeks gave some color to his alabaster skin. 

Izuku's eyes widened the closer he got to the doors of U.A. Dance Academy. It was if he was seeing its glory for the first time over again. The castle-like structure was made of grey stones, gold trimming, and jade-colored detailing. It was a place too expensive for an orphaned street-urchin. 

His body came to a scorching stop as he reached the top of the stairs. Suddenly, he felt nervous about entering. There was no way in the seven circles of hell that he was going to leave here without at least being given an audition. He had to get in. 

After a few moments of both deliberation and slight panic, Izuku composed himself and pushed open the doors to the grand room -- full of U.A. students. Some students were walking around, stretching, or going to what he assumed to be classes. Many were chatting as they walked. Izuku's eyes roamed around the marble room, taking in the amazing costumes and dance outfits the students were wearing. Everyone looked so professional and put together. It was serious and beautiful in-a-way.

A bright smile pulled at Izuku's face as he made his way to a hallway that would bring him to the dean's office. He worried on his lip. The nerves were catching up with him finally. However, Mr. Toshinori's office was open, so he pulled himself together once more and knocked on the door frame.

"Come in," A loud voice called and he sucked in a sharp breath. His hands brushed down his body in a desperate attempt to smoothe out his worn and dirty clothes. Izuku stepped through the threshold and smiled nervously.

"Hello, Mr. Toshinori. It's Izuku Midoriya again. I hope that I made in here in time," His voice was shaking! Crap! After clearing his throat, he came closer, trying to appear more in control than he felt at the moment

"Ah, yes! Midoriya! Come have a seat." 

"Thank you," Izuku breathed and took a seat facing the man that held his future in the palm of his hands.

"So, I know you've said you had wanted to be a dancer all your life. It is an admirable declaration you have made,  boy. I am in awe of your passion! However, we cannot ignore the fact that you have had no training whatsoever and you can't pay for tuition here," Izuku felt his heart in his throat. His palms were becoming sweaty and Izuku opened his mouth to protest but Mr. Toshinori held his hand up.

"But, we can give you an audition in one week," Izuku swallowed thickly as his heart hammered wildly behind his ribs. "You can stay in the dorms until then. You will attend classes, study, and practice until your audition. If you do well then you will be able to stay and study here on a scholarship that we have left from a student who dropped out a few weeks ago. We are expecting the best from our students in order to attend here, Midoriya. Study hard, practice, and show us your passion for dancing!" Toshinori exclaimed with a bright smile and Izuku felt like everything around him had suddenly faded away. 

No way. He was going to do this. Izuku Midoriya was actually getting to do this!? His mind was reeling but he somehow managed to stick his hand out and find his voice.

"Thank you, Sir!" Izuku shook Toshinori's hand firmly while he struggled to keep his knees from shaking.

"Now, listen. Our class representative will show you to your dorm where you can get settled in. Tomorrow you will start your classes. You are going to be shadowing class 1-A. They are U.A. Dance Academy's top class of dancers in your age group. Pay attention and learn what you can. It may very well help you with your audition."

The rest of the day was a blur. Izuku got settled into his dorm, took a shower, had fresh clothes provided to him, and even had his first hot meal in days. The greenette felt better than he had ever felt before. As he looked in his closet he was greeted with the sight of beautiful training uniforms and clothing for him to use. 

He ran his fingers over the soft lace and silk fabrics with a large smile on his face. Although it was late, Izuku wanted to go and practice; he felt like dancing!

After taking a much-needed shower and scrubbing all the dirt from his hair and body, Izuku slipped into a pair of black leggings. They were soft with a sheer netting in the legs to provide breathability paired with an over-sized white dance top. 

It was long-sleeved and hung loosely on his shoulders. The boy had only seen photos and dreamed of these kinds of garments. Izuku had never worn such amazing dance clothes. He felt confident -- like everything was suddenly real and within his reach. He slipped on a pair of ballet shoes and grabbed his key to his room before running out. He had no idea where anything was but eventually found an empty stage room.

The stage was empty and the lights were off except for a single light on the stage. It was illuminating the hardwood flooring and shadowing out the rows of seating where people would sit to watch the dancers. It took his breath away. Everything was beautiful here. 

Izuku noticed a laptop hooked up that was still on. It was hooked up to a speaker that created a soft buzzing noise in the background. It must have been from a rehearsal earlier, Izuku concluded as he approached. A smile played at his lips as he typed in the name of a song that he wanted to use for the audition.

He took a few moments to stretch and warm up his limbs. The quite of the room began to drown out his surroundings as well as the chatter in his mind. There was darkness everywhere other than the stage, making him feel safe and secluded from onlookers. His mind began to drift and prepare for his dance. 

The boy had no choreography for this song. But it was something he had been playing with for a little while now. It was something out of his comfort zone. Izuku had been used to dancing to soft, romantic storytelling songs, or ballads. He knew that this time he would have to try harder -- be better -- in order to grab the instructor's attention. 

So, Izuku opted to dance to something flirtatious and completely different than he had been used to. It wasn't going to be super sexual where it would lose its class, but  Izuku wanted it to be just sexy enough to make people's jaws drop. 

As his body loosened up, he glided over to the laptop and pressed play on the song.

River: by Bishop Briggs was the song he had chosen.

With the first beat of the song, Izuku's body snapped into a pose.

His arm flicked in the air and his head fell back softly. Izuku drew his arm down slowly, trailing his fingers over his chest and bringing his head back forward. Every beat caused a new ripple of movement -- slow and sensual but growing faster until the beat dropped. His head whipped towards the side where a row of mirrors lined the wall. Izuku saw himself and groaned. He looked awkward as hell doing these movements. His shoulders were stiff and he looked constipated. 

"Damn," Izuku muttered and jogged back to the laptop, restarted the song. Izuku knew what he was going for, but every time he saw himself move in the mirror, he felt weird. Maybe sexy was not his style or something? When the music started again, he snapped his leg out to the side and threw his arm in the air while tilting his head back again. Repeating his motion of trailing his arm down slowly along with the music, he rolled his head back to face the mirrors. Okay good, he thought to himself. Less stiff.

When the beat dropped, his body shifted and he squatted down before popping back up while rolling his hips. Again, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and rolled his eyes at himself. Izuku ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated, before doing it all over again. He was a lost cause. He was too tense. His movements were uncomfortable for even himself to look at. 

He attempted it a few more times while never getting past the first 30 seconds of the song before he would groan and pause the music. Why was it so hard to just be sensual and flirtatious for once? He knew why, honestly. All his dance moves had been based on emotions he had felt before and the things he had experienced. 

The reason he loved ballet and freestyle so much was because he could put the emotion of pain and love into dance. Izuku had felt those emotions before. He knew how to convey the emotion into dance. This emotion and feeling of sexual love, he had never experienced. But honestly, what 16-year-old male had really experienced much sexual love? Izuku scoffed. 

"Fake it until we make it then," He encouraged himself.

After pressing play once more, he ran to the center of the stage and with the first drop of the music his body snapped into his starting pose again. While trailing his arm down and rolling his head back to look straight forward, he felt a bit more comfortable. However, the moment ended when he was met with a pair of eyes staring up at him from in front of the stage.

Izuku froze before he instantly jerked his body into a normal standing position. A harsh blush fell over his face and the other student just crossed his arms. 

"How long are you going to be on my stage?" The boy had wild blond hair that was held back from his forehead with a white sweatband. Izuku scratched the back of his neck and the other just clicked his tongue. Izuku watched the boy walk up onto the stage and he took a few steps back as the blond's presence took up enough space on its own.

"So, are you leaving now? I took a break and came back to see you spazzing around on my stage," The ash-blond rolled his eyes and Izuku snapped his teeth together.

"Yeah, my bad," Izuku mumbled and the blond went over to the laptop. Izuku couldn't help but watch the blond move. He was tall and thin, like himself, but the other had a stronger build. His legs were toned -- dancer's legs, Izuku concluded. 

"River by Bishop Briggs, huh?" The rude guy asked from behind the laptop.

"I'm sorry, who are you again?" Izuku asked while crossing his arms across his chest. Who was this boy to just come in here and start talking down to him?

"You can call me Bakugou," He said while never taking his eyes off the laptop. "You seem to be struggling with this song. Maybe you should pick something more suited for your ability? Something softer?" Bakugou smirked and Izuku felt anger bubble up in him.

"I don't believe I asked you." Izuku snapped. Today had been a good day and this jerk comes in acting all high-and-mighty! "I am doing just fine actually. I am using this for my audition to get into the Dance Program." He barked out while rolling his ankle, stretching it softly as if he couldn't care less about this obnoxious kid. Bakugou just raised an eyebrow at his act.

"You're auditioning? Here? When?" His voice made it clear that Bakugou was mocking him. It only spurred Izuku on more. He knew he wasn't as prepared for this kind of institution, but Izuku was determined. He had heart -- that was enough.

"One week from today," Izuku mumbled and looked over to where Bakugou was. The blond looked unphased and slightly bored.

"You're gonna need a lot of work to make it into this program and keep up with students like me, kid," Bakugou said and then typed in his own music.

"Um, wow," Izuku groaned lazily. "You kind of have a big ego don't you?" Izuku huffed and walked off the stage. Who did this kid think he was?

"See ya later, kid," Bakugou smirked before pushing play on his music and beginning to stretch. Izuku bit his tongue and stormed out of the theater. He went back to his room while trying to calm down. Izuku knew that he had a lot of work to do. But he really didn't need that knock to his confidence today. 

Izuku kicked off his shoes before stripping down and falling into bed. He needed to start strong, get better, and nail that audition. Some rich snob that got here off of daddy's money wasn't going to ruin his confidence just yet.

Izuku knew he was going to sleep well that night. It felt good being in a bed with nice clothes and air conditioning. Oh, and heat! Another reason he had to make it into the program here -- he would finally have a home of sorts. The greenette pulled his blanket up under his chin and shut his eyes. Izuku had to do this. There was no question about it. 

He just had to.