Chapitre 6: Dancing with My Crush

"Teacher, can we choose our partners?"

"Unfortunately, no. This time, I have already arranged the pairs, and you will perform accordingly."

The classroom buzzed with a mix of excitement and apprehension as students exchanged glances. Ballroom dancing wasn't exactly what they had anticipated for their PE class. Nevertheless, Mr. Sterling was determined to broaden their horizons.

"Teacher Lia, come and pair with me. Let's demonstrate what our students should do."

He began by demonstrating the basic steps of the waltz, his movements graceful and fluid. The waltz, he explained, was a dance characterized by its sweeping, flowing motions and romantic ambiance.

Lucienna watched attentively, her curiosity piqued by the idea of learning this elegant art form. However, her mood took an unexpected turn when Mr. Sterling announced the pairings for the day's practice.

"And for our first dance, I'd like to pair up Lucienna Bravestone and Thanatos Evilon," Mr. Sterling declared, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Lucienna and the class president exchanged surprised glances. She thought, 'It's great that I could pair up with him. But why dancing?'

Despite their occasional interactions and shared presence in the same class, they had never truly conversed or connected on a personal level. It seemed like a twist of fate, thrusting them together in the realm of ballroom dancing.

Resigned to the situation, they joined the others on the makeshift dance floor.

Mr. Sterling guided them through the steps, emphasizing the importance of communication and synchronization between partners. As they tentatively began to dance, their movements initially felt awkward and disjointed.

'I never thought his hand would be this cold. But his perfume is very addicting!'

However, as the minutes passed and they continued to practice, a gradual transformation occurred. Their eyes met with growing confidence, their steps becoming more synchronized.

Lucienna was surprised to discover that the class president, despite his earlier passivity, was a quick learner and an attentive partner.

As they danced the waltz, the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the soft strains of music and the gentle guidance of Mr. Sterling. Lucienna couldn't help but be swept up in the beauty of the dance and the newfound connection she was forming with her partner.

'Luck is on my side today!'

By the end of the class, their waltz had transformed from a clumsy attempt into something that resembled the grace and elegance that Mr. Sterling had demonstrated.

Lucienna and the class president shared a nod of satisfaction, a silent acknowledgment of the surprising success they had achieved together.

The unexpected pairing had opened a new chapter in Lucienna's life, one where she had crossed the boundary between her secret identity and the world of the elite academy.

As the day continued, she found herself looking forward to the next dance class, eager to explore the intricacies of ballroom dancing with her unlikely partner, the class president.

'He makes my heart flutter, just like the first time I met him.'

"It's raining again!" Lucienna held an umbrella while waiting for her guards to pick her up.

Suddenly, she was offered a white handkerchief from behind. "You can use this..."

When she turned back, she saw Thanatos. "Thanks..."

Years ago, in a memory that remained etched in Lucienna's heart, she found herself on a rain-soaked road, where fate had led her to an encounter that would shape her compassion for years to come.

As the cold rain poured relentlessly, she spotted a lone figure, a child drenched to the bone, shivering under the unforgiving downpour. 'He must have lost his way.'

'Is he new in this city? I couldn't recognize his face, but he's wearing the same uniform as the kids in my academy!'

'Mom always says never hesitate when helping someone in need! I should help him.'

Lucienna reached into her bag without hesitation, retrieving a spare shirt and warm jacket.

'These are the only things I have brought with me today, but it should help him a lot.'

She unfurled her umbrella, its canopy offering respite from the relentless rain, and extended it over the trembling child. Yet, to her surprise, the boy remained as expressionless as ever, his gaze empty, as though he had endured a lifetime of hardship in his young years.

'Is he mute?'

As she offered the clothes, the boy's eyes remained fixed on the garments, unblinking and unresponsive. Lucienna couldn't help but empathize, recognizing that he must have suffered some form of trauma that had left him emotionally detached.

'It shouldn't be the case. He must have been bullied somewhere.'

Determined to help, she extended a gentle hand, reaching for the boy's smaller one, her touch a comforting reassurance.

She thought, 'We might be the same age, but he's much thinner than me,' she thought as she observed the boy's hand in hers.

She led him to the nearest public comfort room, her heart aching with kindness. Once inside, she gestured to the changing cubicle, her voice soft and caring.

"We're not different in size. Go and change into this set. You might get sick when you're drenched and wet. You look pale…"

The boy seemed to snap out of his daze, his eyes finally meeting Lucienna's with a glimmer of recognition. He nodded in quiet gratitude, accepting the spare clothes with a silent decision to make himself warm and dry.

Lucienna waited patiently outside the cubicle, her thoughts drifting to the earlier part of her day when she had been immersed in mixed martial arts practice with her brother.

As she watched the minutes tick by, she couldn't help but think, 'Him meeting me is his luck! But that face is very cute! I like it…'

When the boy finally emerged from the cubicle, looking considerably more comfortable in the dry clothes, Lucienna gently took his hand once more, her heart swelling with compassion.

She guided him into the nearby mall, where the boy's confusion remained unspoken but evident in his eyes.

"Let me treat you to some snacks," she offered, her kindness a beacon of light in the boy's otherwise uncertain world.

In silent acquiescence, the boy followed Lucienna through the bustling mall, their footsteps echoing in harmony, a chance encounter that had forged an unspoken connection between two souls brought together by the rain.

'We must be fated.' Lucienna thought, but she could not say the words to him.

The young man who stood before Lucienna was none other than the same boy she had once helped during that fateful rainstorm, an encounter that had earned him her silent admiration.

Thanatos, as he was now known, did not meet her gaze directly, but his words carried a sense of gratitude and concern. "The rain is heavy. Don't get sick," he softly uttered, his voice carrying a weight of unspoken emotions.

As Thanatos walked toward the waiting car, Lucienna watched him with awe and nostalgia.

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