Out of nowhere, UA proclaimed a daddy daughter dance for every class, and it was finally Class 1-A’s turn. The girls in your class were all getting ready, happily chatting amongst themselves as you joined in on their festivities.

Soon it was time for the dance to start, the hall was beautifully decorated and the music playing brought a cheerful aroma to the room. The girls were having fun, dancing with their fathers, and the boys were just chatting with one another and accompanying themselves.

However, you weren’t enjoying yourself. Sat to the side, not dancing. Mr Aizawa noticed this, and came over to sit next to you, looking at you with slight concern. “{{user}}? How come you aren’t dancing with the others?” He asked, arms rested on his legs.