Do you wanna dance?

Watch Out!

A/N- I really just wrote this because I was bored and wanted to imagine class 1-A as dancers! Hopefully it's enjoyable!

  Today is the big day. I've been waiting for this day forever. Today's the auditions to get into UA, Japan's most prestigious dance academy. Not only is it a big deal, but it's super complicated to get into. Only the best of the best get in. Now, before I drag you along too far in my story I should probably clear some things up. I suck ass at dancing. It would honestly be a miracle if I got into UA. However, I've been practicing this dance for so long that I really do think I have it in the bag, or at least I'm trying to think that I have this audition in the bag. You see, I don't have the best confidence. All of my life I've been told that I have no sense of rhythm. I've been told numerous times that I don't look like I connect with the music. Another one of my favorites is that I look like I want to die whenever I start to perform. I'm not sure about you, but being told that you look like you want to die doesn't exactly raise someone's confidence. I don't even really care if I get into UA if I'm being honest. I just want to prove one thing to one person. I want to show Bakugou Katsuki that I actually can dance. All I really want it to get a higher score than him. All I want to do is beat his score.
"Hey! Watch out!" I suddenly feel myself fall forward. As I brace for the impact, I feel a sudden tug on my shirt. Miraculously, I didn't fall straight on my face. I'm sure that would've made a great first impression. Getting my faced rammed into the ground. I turn around to thank the person who saved me from getting a face full of rocks.
"Than-" I cut myself off. Now, when I first turned around I expected the person that broke my fall to be a bit... large. However, that's the complete opposite of the person that I'm looking at. In fact, this may be one of the smallest girls I've ever seen! I then start to analyze her like some creepy weirdo. She's pretty petite, has freckles all over her nose and cheeks, brunette hair, and big, brown doe eyes.
"I suppose that was supposed to be a thank you!" She says laughing.
"Uh. Yeah..." Good job, Midoriya. You sound like the biggest dumbass on the planet. You are doing fantastic!
"Well you are very welcome. My names Uraraka Ochaco! It's nice to meet you." I mentally noted her name.
"I'm Midoriya Izuku. It's very nice to meet you." Was the very too much? I feel like that may have sounded a bit creepy. Maybe I'm overthinking this? Maybe I should shut the fuck up. I choose the latter.
"Are you here for the tryouts?" She asks.
"Yeah. How about you?" I respond. Is this conversation boring her? I hope not.
"Yep! Maybe we are heading to the same tryout room? I'm in 1-A. How about you." She queries.
"Well it looks like we are! I'm number 17. What number are you?" Damn Midoriya. This is one boring ass conversation. Try and spice it up a bit.
"I'm number 16! Looks like I'm right ahead of you."
She looks like she'd be a ballet type of girl. I'd honestly be surprised if that wasn't her strong spot. I look ahead of me and I'm actually taken aback a bit. Never in my life have I seen so many dancers. It's actually a bit overwhelming. This is way more competition than I thought.
"Well Midoriya. We have arrived!" Uraraka says as she stops in front of a large door.
She then proceeds to open the door. The room is quite large and filled with tons of teens my age. As I walk in to get a better look I see various items on the floor. Such as, ballet slippers, ballet slippers, and ballet slippers. If you don't get what I'm saying I'll clarify it for you. There's a fuck ton of ballet slippers on the floor. As I begin to analyze the room one thing catches my eye. Bakugou Katsuki, number 18. I've known Bakugou for a very long time, so it really isn't a shock to me that he's here. He's always been a spectacular dancer so it really would surprise me if he didn't get in. He's practicing his routine right now and let me say, it looks pretty damn good. In fact, everyone looks pretty damn good. I set down my things and begin to stretch. As I'm stretching, I continue to analyze the room. It looks like there are about 35 kids in here, so it's going to be a long day. As I'm about to practice my routine, I get interrupted by this huge whistle. I turn around to face where the noise came from, and I am greeted by none other than, Present Mic. Present Mic is one of the best hip hop dancers in Japan and one of the best teachers here at UA.
"Alright Kiddos! Who's ready to dance!!!" He screams. I can tell you who's not ready to dance. ME. I literally just got here! I haven't even practiced my routine yet!
"Alright. Number one come up please and announce your name." Present Mic screams. I feel like I'm going to get tired of his screaming very fast. I then turn to look for number one. As I begin to search, I see him rising up from his split. I turn again to face him. He wears a hard expression and has a large scar on the right side of his face. I wonder what happened to him? I also notice that his right eye in blue and his left eye is a gray color. He's certainly a face that I'll remember.
"Name please!" Present Mic tells the heterochromia boy.
"Todoroki Shouto." He states in a deep voice.
"Dance style?" Present Mic asks.
"Ballet." With his hard expression, I would've never thought he was a ballet dancer. However,
now with further observation he does carry himself very gracefully.
"And now let the UA auditions begin!"
Now this is going to be interesting.