Boku No Dancing University ((Slice of life))

Insperation

When class ended that day Izuku decided that he'll come by the Art department again. He wasn't sure how to feel about it though, but he did say that he would come by again. It'd be rude if he didn't. It's not like Izuku didn't like making new friends obviously, but, something about that painter was off. Like he was hiding something. Then again they did just meet yesterday. Can't judge someone that quick.

Today was a good day and Izuku was in a pretty good mood. He was really happy that he made up with Katsuki. It was kinda cheesy that he had to apologize through dance, but Izuku enjoyed it none the less. Since they're in College now they have to act like adults. What happened in the past shouldn't affect them too much because adulthood is like new beginning, and he really wants a new start with Katsuki.

They could be friends again.

The thought made Izuku so excited that he started dancing in the hall. When he was young, his grandmother had him dance to Swan Lake. After all this time he seemed to remember a bit. Classic Ballet wasn't his thing, but the moves were fun to do. He felt like a kid twirling around. Good thing no one was there.

"I thought you said that you didn't dance like your grandmother."

Well shit.

Izuku almost fell when he heard the voice. He didn't realize he was already in the Art Department. The blonde man before him couldn't help but laugh. "Are you okay? Didn't mean to scare you." He said. Izuku gathered himself quickly and fixed his hair. Blushing in embarrassment.

"I was just umm.. I didn't see- I um..... hi..." Izuku looked down. The painter laughed once again.

"You really are something, huh? Don't worry, my lips are sealed." He said making a zipping hand motion. Izuku smiled.

"Thank you... So what are you painting now?"
The painter gestured Izuku to come closer to the window to see. It was a ballerina in some sort of magical forest; very beautiful. Izuku smiled.
"That's so beautiful! I can't believe you made that!" He exclaimed.

"I'm flattered."

"You sure like ballet a lot." Izuku said jokingly. The blonde smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. He looked kinda looked down.

"I sure do." The man said softly. There was a long moment of silence before he spoke up again. "Anyways! How was your day? You look a lot happier than yesterday." He said in a way that it was slightly suspicious. Izuku didn't pay to much mind though.

"Oh it wasn't anything special. I just made up with a friend after a big argument." Izuku said shyly.

"At least you guys made up. I didn't think there was that much drama in the dancing department."

"I wouldn't say that." Izuku laughed nervously. But not that he thinks about it, there's quite a bit because the author is a sadist.
"It sounds like you really like dancing. But why did you decide to paint?" Izuku asked. The aura around them grew anxious. The blonde looked at him with a smile still on his face.

"I can't really dance, but if I could then I would've definitely become one." He mixed some paint with is brush and added more detail to his painting. "The concept of dancing is amazing and I love watching others dance. So I guess if I paint a timeless moment of a dancer, dancing can still be part in my life."

What did he mean by 'can still be part in my life'? Izuku laid his head on the windowsill, watching him paint. It was really relaxing. He was just so mesmerized by the painting. Then a thought went through his head.
Once he turns 21 he won't be able to see it. And that really breaks his heart. All of it will turn to black. A single tear rolls down over the bridge of his nose. He didn't even know it was their until the He felt a soft hand touch his face, wiping away the tear.
"You know, as pretty as you may look crying. It's nothing compared to your smile." The painter said. Izuku lifted his head slowly, keeping his eyes on the canvas.