"Wow Kacchan I can't wait until my relivé is as high as yours!" Izuku exclaimed eyes wide at the sight of Katsuki's beautifully arched feet.
"Whatever Deku your feet will never be as nice as mine."
Katsuki lowered his heels gently like he saw the teacher do a few moments before. He then walked out of the small studio as Izuku trailed behind him. Izuku didn't let the comment bother him. He wanted to be like his role model Toshinori Yagi, a principal dancer with Yueii.
"Izuku!"
His mother's voice snapped him out of his reverie. He then grabbed his dance bag and made his way towards his mother.
One day I'll be an amazing dancer…
"It will be impossible for him to become a proper dancer with those feet."
Izuku felt his whole world collapse around him he looked up at his mother to verify he wasn't the only one who heard what the headmistress had just said.
"What do you mean?" His mother put a hand on his shoulder.
"Take a look at his feet."
Izuku pulled off his shoes as the headmistress examined the arches of his feet. They were flat.
"He has flat feet."
There's no need to rub more salt in the wound. Izuku felt tears sting the corners of his eyes.
No not now of all times.
Don't cry now. Don't cry now. Don't cry now.
Dancers don't cry. Keep your tears for the stage.
Izuku managed to not let any tears slip out as the headmistress ushered them out of her office and called the next family in.
When Izuku got home he slowly trudged to the computer and asked for his mother to put on that special video.
"Whoa look at that!"
"It's as if his feet never touch the ground."
"So much emotion is in his dancing, what a monster!"
Izuku slowly turned around to face his mother with eyes filled to the brim with tears.
"Mom, can I become a Principal Dancer?"
"I'm sorry Izuku!"
Izuku felt tears roll down his cheek as his mother cried into his small shoulder.
No Mom, that's not it. The words I wanted to hear you say were...