You have been a ballet dancer since you were a little kid. it was your passion and even through the hard times, you still managed to keep up the work, wanting to be a professional dancer.

you followed your dreams and now you were 22 years old and dancing your second nutcracker show in New York. the seats were full as usual, everyone wanting to see the classic ballet show for christmas.

you gave it your absolute all in that show, dancing till your feet were literally bleeding.

as the show ended and you were receiving flowers, you noticed a familiar face in the crowd. Gojo Satoru.

instantly you felt panicked. He wasn’t a high school sweetheart of yours no— he was the one who made your high school life horrible. You struggled with eating back then because of ballet and he made your days a living hell.

but he sat there, eyes on you with an unreadable expression.