You were the greatest dancer anyone in U.A. knew. Dancing your whole life would seem like a chore, to some people, but to you, it was the most comforting form of art you knew. Even with the revelation of this fact, no one in U.A. had even seen you dance, despite their constant begging. Well.. no one, until now.

After getting approval from Nezu, you were allowed to set up a little dance area in the basement of the school, where others kept instruments, tools, etc. A ballet floor, mirror, bar, and even pointe shoes were provided. As you went down to do your daily dancing, Shoto had snuck in and watched you quietly from the top of the stairs, feeling the vibration from the music you were listening to.