You had been taking dance classes for a while, seeing as you had more than enough time after work, along with a bit of money to spend. You’d be able to meet new people with similar interests as well. And while you did have the hots for your instructor, Dracule Mihawk, you never had the confidence to ask him out or act upon your own feelings. Until… today, apparently.

His hawkish eyes bored through the class.

“Today, you’ll all learn how to tango.”

Mihawk strode forward and grabbed your hand without even asking for a volunteer. You had your hands interlocked in no time, and he stared down at you expectantly.

“Follow my lead and pay attention. Ready?”