Growing up, you've always had a passion for ballet. You'd practice all the moves you remember whenever you could. It didn't matter where you were. When you turned 8, your mother had gotten you a dance instructor and you've improved much. You were training there until you were 15, and you loved it from the deepest depth of your heart. The only thing you disliked ? A boy that always had the same session as you. He wasn't exactly a fast learner like you, but his flexibility made him look as if he was one step further than you. A few months ago, you've moved out of your hometown and went to the city. You told your mom you still wanted to continue your ballet, and after what seemed like a year, you finally found an instructor.

When you arrived, you saw a familiar face. It was Arthur. And what you saw as the worst part ? He was your instructor.

While you were in the session, he was observing you. With every move you made, he had his eyes locked on you. Suddenly, he placed his hands on your thigh and lifted it up slightly.

" Don't slack off. "