A Completely Different Set-Up

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Shoyo POV

I never knew things would turn out the way they did, but oh dang, did they.

With my family now unable to afford for my training and classes, I decided to stop dancing. Which was honestly the hardest decision I had to make.

Because I loved dancing.

Sure, I didn't have any permanent partners, nor did I succeed in keeping one for more than a month, which was probably because they wouldn't and couldn't match up to my passion for dance, I don't really know? Really, once a competition was over, we'd always end up 'breaking up', but it made sense, they never clicked for me anyway.

Because she was the only one who was on par for me.

I guess that's my major reason—besides being financially unstable—why I'm going to stop for now. I could always work part time for money, but I think it is time I stopped and focused on my academics; something I genuinely wasn't the best at.

I spent all my life so far dancing, I could say it was my life, but sadly it was apparently nothing but a fever dream.

My mother signed me up for classes when I was 4. I saw one Grand Prix and that was enough to get me hooked and beg my mom to have me get into a class.

And so she did.

And I loved it. I loved the scene, I loved the atmosphere, the tapping of synchronized steps, the echoing of music throughout the room, the clapping of the instructor, the praises I'd get—everything. I'm gonna miss all that, that huge chunk of my life, of me.

I was well known—sort've. I have danced internationally, so I of course have accounts made on social media and have gotten quite a reputation in the competitive dancing community, I was supposed to be in France right now competing in latin against the Hyoudo and Gaju pair, but of course I've stopped, so I wasn't there.

She wasn't going to be there, so why should I?

I sighed, smiling dejectedly. I decided to take one last photo for my account.

I put on what I was to wear for today's competition. I wanted to bawl then and there, but I had to stand tall, confident, and sure—just like a true dancer. I faced myself in front of the mirror, made sure the picture would be perfect, and clicked the camera button.

Slim-fitted mesh top with a white stripe going at each side, white cuffs at my mid arms. Black pant bottoms, and my favored, now worn-out dancing shoes.

I smiled at the result, then typed in the caption I had been planning to put in.

I took off said outfit, packed it back in my bag, and put on my 'normal'  casual wear.

Gaju is going to be so pissed off...but he won't find me anyway. By the time he's back, I'll be gone, no longer in the neighborhood. I was moving out today.

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I know many may be confused with my absence in today's Latin competition in France and I am so sorry, but this might be the last you'll hear from me in a while.

Thank you everyone for supporting me, for believing in me and my dance.

Thank you to my past partners, although the time spent was short, you allowed me to go into the competition, into the stage, and for that I will treasure all the times.

Thank you @hyoudo_dance_studio, @Marisa_Hyoudo, @GaJu and @Hyoudo_Kiyoharu for your guidance after all this time, thank you for being there for me, and I am so sorry for leaving so abruptly. Thank you for always inspiring me to keep on dancing.

Thank you especially to my partners who've danced with me.

To @DancingFlower, I wish you'd have stayed with us for a bit longer, I miss you. Thank you for the memories together.

I love dance, there's no denying that. I always will.

I can't disclose in specifics why I'm going to stop for now and I hope no one pushes me to do so, as this was my personal decision.

Thank you everyone.

Sincerely,

Sho

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I took one last shaky breath before tapping 'post' and watching it load, before then fully posting. I turned off my phone and laid my head down on the rolled up futon. I reached my hand into the air, before then sighing and covering my eyes with my sleeve. I was tearing up.

"Sho! Come on! The moving truck is all packed!" My mother called. I took a deep breath before replying, wiping my tears, "Coming!" I grabbed my phone, shoved it into my rucksack, looked at my reflection in the mirror one last time, and headed out.

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A/N

I hate being starved in this fandom, like actually save me.

This isn't the true length of chapters, so dw.

Like my other fic, I'm rewriting this, anyway this had like idk 30 views, so yeah. :D

Ciao!

-CandythepotatoDatz