..Izuku felt it. The moment her life transitioned..
It had began in the way similar to any other day. She had awoken, eaten, went on a jog, and then arrived at the gymnasium for her time-consuming gymnastics class.
Izuku had been doing gymnastics beginning when she could walk her first steps. Now, at 11 years old, she was only a level 7. However , she was much behind the toddlers she had first started with.
She always tried her best, but could never advance as fast as the others, and for that, she was relentlessly bullied within the other girls. She was the black sheep within her teammates.
Izuku went through the warmups in a tired daze. Only coming out of said daze to chalk up her hands in preparation for bars.
She awaited her turn patiently in line. Teasing comments meeting her ears. That's ok. She's ok. Now at the front, she began her routine.
Izuku gripped the lower bar. She started out with a simple kip. Then she swung herself under and over the bar. She mounted her feet on top, ready to jump onto the higher uneven bar. She swiftly jumped, and gripped the higher bar. Then, she performed a long hang kip; she prepared to glide into a handstand piston. The spotter quickly helped guide her up.
Lastly, Izuku dismounted with a release into back tuck. She traveled only a bit on her landing, but she did not fall. She could hear the laughter breaking her resolve..
She continued on. Holding on to hope she'll be better today. The hope that her teammates will pat her on the back.
Following bars, the team moved to floor, then the balance beam, then vault. They ended with conditioning on the trampoline.
After, Izuku began her walk home.
Tears beginning to fall from within her emerald irises.
She just wasn't good. She tried and tried, but was not progressing as quick as her familiar peers.
"Now, now, dear. Do not cry." A sweet-sounding voice muttered.
Izuku startled at the sudden voice. She looked up to see an elderly lady, dressed in high accessorized clothing.
"I was watching you, young lady. You have potential. You just need to harvest it." The woman again said, still addressing the young greenette.
"Who are you?" The young girl sniffled.
"Call me Shigemi, Izuku." The woman replied.
"Miss Shigemi, how did you inquire my name?" Izuku replied.
"I've been watching you at practice, hun. In fact, I have something to ask you." Shigemi murmured.
"And what is that? What is it you have to ask me ma'am?" The youthful gymnast questioned.
"I inspire to teach you the art of dance. You'd be a beautiful dancer. It may even help you advance in your gymnastics, dear. May I become your dance coach?" Shgemi begged.
Izuku was flabbergasted. Dance? She'd never thought of being a dancer. She's always perused gymnastics. Maybe it would benefit her? She couldn't help but be quite curious of if dance would be a successful way for her to go.
"Ok..I'll try it." Izuku whispered.
Shigemi walked Izuku home that day; in order to speak with her mother.
By the time the lady had left Izuku's home, there had been a full practice schedule planned out.
All of it was going to be done at a dance studio that was revealed to be owned by Shigemi herself.
How interesting..
Izuku cuddled into her bedding, relaxing her body.
Izuku's rest came easy that night. Thoughts full of wondering about her new hobby, and where it is going to take her.
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𝕻𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓- mha dance au...fem!deku
Fanfiction𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. It was always her passion. Izuku Midirya started off as a gymnast; she never made it quite far in that field. At 11, she was recruited by a former dancer. She trained brutally and found her 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓. Enter her journey o...
