Heyooo! I saw your post about the twelve cupcakes event, and decided to send in a prompt for one of the fluff pairings! I've been following you for quite a while, and I do reblog a lot of your works so I like to think of myself as a loyal supporter. I'm not entirely sure what makes someone a mutual tho just yet lol.^^`
Anywho, I was thinking that maybe with the Mina and Toshinori pairing, you could do something where Mina is trying to teach her sensei how to waltz for some kind of formal event he has to go to. I know Mina canonically is very good at dancing and I just thought it would be a really cute scenario! No pressure tho! I can't wait to see what you pick!^^
Two Left Feet
Charity events are a favorite of the students at U.A. It connects them to the community, gives the school publicity, and everyone has a good time. Toshinori had always looked forward to charity events, but not this one.
(A/N: This was super cute and fun to write! Thank you!)
“A charity ball? A CHARITY BALL?!?!” Mina squealed. Her hands in eager fists close to her chest. “With fancy dresses and everything?!?!”
Aizawa winced. “Ashido,” he scolded. “Keep it down.”
She grinned sheepishly. “Eheh...sorry, Sensei.”
“But yes, a charity ball,” Aizawa said. “There will be special speakers, awards, announcements,--” he shot a warning look at the handful of students who had started to complain under their breaths. They stopped. “And there will be refreshments,” he smiled a little at Kaminari’s “Alright! Free food!”
“Is there gonna be anything else sensei?” Jirou asked, raising her hand.
They were all congregated in the living room right after classes, and would be going to training in the next few minutes once Aizawa had finished his announcement.
“In addition to having free time to mingle with the guests, there will be dancing. Ballroom dancing, mind you. Not break dancing. This is a formal event, so you’re all to dress and behave accordingly. And trust me, there will be consequences if you don’t. That’s all I have for you. Now, go get changed. I’ll meet you in the gym in a few minutes.”
“Yes, Sensei!” they replied obediently.
Mina was practically skipping on the way to the gym. “Can you believe it, Aoyama?” she asked as he tried to keep up with her hops and skips. “A charity ball!”
Aoyama beamed. “Magnifique, isn’t it? We haven’t had a formal charity event in months! I mean, I enjoy carnivals and festivals and outdoorsy things, but this is a nice change of pace. We get to sit back, relax, eat good food, and dance!” he said, spinning around gracefully to prove his point.
“It can’t come soon enough,” Momo sighed.
“Well,” Jirou said, “the sooner we get to training and get our stuff done, the sooner it’ll come. Race you guys to the door!” she said, then took off.
The other three laughed and chased after her.
Their excited mood was contagious, and soon everyone was looking forward to the event. Even Bakugou, though he claimed he was only looking forward to showing up the other guys on the dance floor. Aizawa went through his typical grumpy cat phase while he got everything ready and made sure everyone had what they needed. But the closer they got to the event, the less work he had to do, and the happier he was. Sato had even caught him and Yamada waltzing in the kitchen to some music while they waited for their cookies to bake.
Toshinori’s mood, on the other hand, was a stark contrast to everyone else’s. He was pleasant when he talked about it with the students, and was more than happy to listen to them ramble on and on about what specifically they were looking forward to. But as soon as they’d leave, his smile would fade and be replaced by a sad, reluctant expression. He kept this well hidden though, and if someone happened to notice his odd moods, he always played it off as not getting enough sleep.
However, Mina suspected that there was more to his odd moods than being tired, especially since self-care was practically a household rule at this point. She was walking past the study room the night before the event, when she noticed that the door was slightly open. Curious, she peeked in and saw Toshinori pacing back and forth in front of the fire, muttering to himself.
She suppressed a little smile. ‘Heh, he and Midoriya really are alike, aren’t they?’ she thought.
She slowly eased her way in. “Sensei?” she called, keeping her voice quiet so as not to startle him.
It didn’t work. He jumped violently and put a hand over his chest as he braced himself against the mantle above the fireplace.
“Are you alright?” she asked worriedly, walking up to him.
“You nearly gave me a heart attack,” he said, though he knew that wasn’t what she was asking. He stood and faced her. “Not really…” he answered honestly. “But it’s nothing.”
Mina frowned and folded her arms. “It’s clearly something. Whatever it is, it’s been bugging you all week and from the looks of it you haven’t told anyone,” she said.
Toshinori was equal parts embarrassed and appreciative. She was practically scolding him, but only because she cared enough about him to do so.
“Besides,” she continued, her tone softening. “You always do things for us. You always help us. It’s only fair if we can do the same for you.”
Toshinori smiled slightly. “Thank you, my girl,” he said quietly. “I feel silly, because it’s really simple,” he stalled, but eventually he sighed and said, “I don’t know how to dance.”
She tilted her head slightly. “You don’t?” she asked curiously, no hint of judgment in her voice.
He shook his head. “Nope,” he said. “I guess you could say I have two left feet. I can’t even walk properly most of the time I’m always tripping over them. Though I suppose that’s just a trial of being so tall.”
“You know, you don’t have to dance if you don’t want to,” Mina said.
He shrugged. “I know, but it would look odd to see all of the other Senseis participating while I’m hiding in the corner,” he said, then rubbed the back of his neck. “Besides...I’d like to join in on the fun too. I’m going to need it after all those semi-boring speeches.”
Mina grinned. “Hey! I can teach you!” she said.
“I’ll teach you how to dance!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah! Come on, it’ll be fun!”
“You know how to ballroom dance?”
“Pffft! Of course! I don’t just breakdance you know,” she said as she led him into the living room. “I know all sorts of dances!”
And that was how Yamada and Aizawa stumbled across Mina leading Toshinori in a slow waltz.
“One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four,” Mina said, helping him keep in tune with the tempo. “Ouch!” she cried.
Toshinori winced. “Sorry,” he said. “I have two left feet, and very big ones at that.”
“It’s okay!” she assured him. ‘I’m sure I’ll lose feeling in them eventually,’ she thought.
“Keep it up, Yagi!” Yamada said, suddenly bringing attention to him and Aizawa. “You’re doing great!”
The skinny man blushed profusely, making Aizawa chuckle.
Mina huffed at their teasing, then put on another track of music. “Come on Sensei,” she said, holding out her hand. “One more time!”
And they did dance one more time, again and again and again. Toshinori was a little tired by the end of it, but Mina had insisted they keep going at it until he felt confident enough.
The next night, Toshinori fidded nervously with his hands, then his collar, then his hands again as he waited for the rest of the children to come downstairs. Surprisingly, Mina was the first one down, whereas she was usually one of the last few because she wanted to make sure she looked absolutely perfect.
Her hair had been brushed out and curled at the ends, and she wore a beautiful light green headband and a matching light green colored dress that looked like it was made out of giant leaves. She had a full petticoat underneath, making the dress poof out, and she wore simple green flats. And with the light, sparkly makeup she’d done and the small but beautiful jewelry she wore, she looked like a fairy.
Toshinori smiled, his chest puffing up with pride. “You look beautiful,” he said.
She beamed. “And you look so handsome, Sensei!” she said.
He wore nothing more than a simple black suit with a red tie, but he looked especially nice because it actually fit him. It wasn’t oversized like a lot of his clothes were.
“You nervous?” she asked, smiling a little as anxiety overtook his expression as the voices of the rest of the class drifted down the stairs.
He grimaced, then took a breath. “Yes, but better to try and look silly having fun, rather than stand in the back corner, not having any fun at all,” he said. He held his arm out to her. “Shall we?”
She beamed and linked her arm with his, the two of them walking confidently out to the bus.
The charity ball was a huge success, and everyone had a great time. There were a few mishaps, like Kaminari getting sick from eating all the orderves. Sero stepped on some nice blonde girl’s dress as she walked in front of him. The dress ripped, but thank goodness for Aoyama, who came to the rescue with his emergency sewing kit and clever quick fixes for wardrobe malfunctions. Bakugou and Kirishima stole the show when it came to dancing, and all the guys were blown away. Aizawa and Yamada were slow dancing together, being all cute and romantic, according to Uraraka.
Izuku was busy finishing his notes from the last keynote speaker when Momo dragged him onto the dance floor and pulled him into a waltz, while Jirou did the same with Todoroki. Uraraka giggled as she alternated dancing with Aoyama and Hagakure. Everyone danced and had a great time, especially Toshinori and Mina.
While there were a lot of good dancers on the floor that night, those two stole the show. Toshinori didn’t miss a beat, and he’d never looked that graceful before. Mina was beaming, smiling proudly as she danced with her Sensei. They chatted amiably about a bunch of things and laughed during a twirl or an especially fun move in the dances that they’d practiced.
Suddenly, the classical music stopped and lively folk music started playing. The poor guy running the music panicked and tried to fix it, but was relieved when everyone started laughing and ran out onto the dance floor for some lively jigs.
Mina cackled. “Folk dancing?!?!” she asked incredulously. “Ha! That’s amazing!”
Toshinori was amused, and mildly confused, not sure what to do.
She giggled. “Come on Sensei!” she said.
He frowned. “But I have…”
“It doesn’t matter if you have two left feet, silly!” she said. “Just look at them! You can be silly and have fun!”
Throwing caution to the wind, Toshinori allowed her to drag him back onto the dance floor, and he had more fun than he was expecting, and turned out to be pretty good at the simple, lively dances. All in all, it was a lovely night, and by the end of it Toshinori and Mina couldn’t stop smiling.
On the bus ride back home, Mina fell asleep, leaning against Toshinori’s shoulder, his suit jacket wrapped around her, as she’d gotten cold. He stared out the window at the stars zooming by with a small, contented smile on his face. He glanced at the sleeping girl beside him, and couldn’t help but appreciate the quality time they’d spent together, and the fact that she’d cared enough to help him learn how to dance.
‘My kids…’ he thought, glancing around at the sleepy and happy faces of the students around him. ‘They really are the best.’ He glanced at Mina again. ‘And I wouldn’t trade them for the world.’
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