Singer

18: Practice & Flashbacks

I'm back!

Third POV

Over the next two weeks, Izuku and the other members practiced and practiced their performances. They were nominated for 3 awards at Mnet and were going to perform 3 songs. None of the songs were easy and the group was continuously practicing their routing and going with their stylists to try on costumes and get their visuals planned out. Izuku was getting his hair brown with a few light pink highlights, Kenta was getting light blue hair, Ryo was going light orange, Hiroshi was keeping his light brown, Daisuke and Makoto were keeping black, and Susumu was going maroon.

Most nights the seven would go to bed exhausted, but knowing their efforts would be worth it when ARMYs saw their performance. There was one though who wasn't satisfied with his performance. Izuku would go back to his room with the others after dinner and pretend to go to bed. This was because Makoto and Ryo checked on everyone to make sure everyone was going to bed since Susumu and Daisuke had a habit of watching dance videos for hours, and Hiroshi had a habit of playing video games till late at night. Neither of them checks on Kenta because he is always sleeping, although on occasion they could hear him working on tracks and would poke their heads in and tell him to also go to bed.

Izuku would pretend to go to bed, after being told to stop gaming with Hiroshi, but late at night he would get up and go down to the practice room and practice his dances till they were perfect. He couldn't practice singing because Kenta always kept the key for the sound room and singing anywhere else would alert the others, who were asleep, that he was in fact not asleep. Izuku knew that staying up late was not good for his health but he was critical about being perfect and not messing up, and letting down his fans.

As he would dance he would sometimes get a flashback to when he would dance for his mom. Although ever since he saw Bakugo again, he would get flashbacks of middle school and even when he and Bakugo were inseparable friends. As he danced in the mirror he watched his footwork and stepping. He then remembered a routine he did when he first started dancing. He danced and danced to the childhood routine that he performed for his mother for the first time. But he also remembered that she was not the one there at the time. Bakugo and his mother were also there. Then the flashback hit.

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Flashback:

Izuku POV:

"Momma, Auntie, did you like the dance I learned in class!?" I asked excitedly. "Yes, my little Izu. It was very well done." Mom said proudly. "Yeah, brat. Now you have something you can do better than my brat" Auntie said, messing with Kaachans' hair. " SHUT IT YOU OLD HAG! Just because Izuku can fucking dance doesn't mean that I can't! I just don't fucking want to." Kaachan said angrily, crossing his arms. Auntie waked him on the head and scolded him for using such language at only 4 years old. "Well Kaachan, how'd you like it," I asked, looking for advice from my all-time best friend. "It was alright nerd you still need to work on a few steps but it wasn't to fucked up. I think you have potential. WHICH IS SAYING SOMETHING SINCE IM AWESOME AND GOING TO BE THE NUMBER ONE HERO SOME FUCKING DAY!" He said with his normal confidence.

TimeSkip to a different flashback two years later

Still Izuku POV

I was walking home from school and was wondering sadly why everything in my life went badly. I was only 6 but now I was not only quirkless but also friendless. I don't know why Kaachan started helping my bullies beat me up. He always protected me before so why now? I didn't know but somewhere in me, I forgave him. I knew the truth about him. I wouldn't get mad at him. He was probably going through a phase.

I knew how nice he could be, in his own way, and how supportive he is. Maybe that's what mom calls child innocence, but I believe in Kaachan. He is a hero and I'm gonna be a hero right next to him. I will always support him no matter what. Like All Might I'll always keep a smile and help the unable and the hurt.