Past the Pirouettes and the Bets (Hiro X Reader--Short Christmas Story)

Chapter 6

Don't judge on the picture, I don't even know XD

Flash forward to a few days later, and soon your tutu is fixed, thanks to your mom and her amazing sewing skills. Your ballet production is also going very well underway, with final sets being prepared and the choreography finally solidified before the premiere. Though you and Hiro haven't kept in touch at all during those few days, you hoped that things would be reconciled very soon. You'd always hope, right?

So you thought as you stood backstage before your debut concert, wearing your first act costume and your pointe shoes, your hair gently tied in a ponytail secured with a red ribbon. You felt your fists clench in slight nerves now, thinking about the two weeks ahead where everything would be projects and exams and ballet productions. All in all, another chaotic time of year, and even more so when you thought about the apologies you have to owe to Hiro. You drilled your speech in your mind again, should you even see him, when the sound of your ballet director speaking to you snapped you out of your thoughts. 

"Right. Curtain in 5," you heard him tell the stage producer, who nodded. Then he turned to you. "Hey (Y/N)."

You turned to see Mr. E smiling, and you turned around and waved back. "Hi Mr. E."

"You ready?" Mr. E asked now.

"I really don't know," you admitted. "I guess I'm kinda nervous."

Mr. E laughed as he fixed your ribbon. "You'll do great," he assured you. "Don't think about falling."

Don't think about falling? I think I already am...though not in the way you think, you thought, but you only nodded in response. "Yeah. Thanks."

The curtains finally opened, and the first act began. You stepped onstage now after a few moments, being granted with the Nutcracker soldier from the uncle and dancing your little solo, holding the doll close to you. Then the rest of the dance turned into a blur, with you dancing away, either with Edward or watching the others perform, for the rest of the night, and for a debut performance, you thought it wasn't so bad at all. 

That was, until you reached backstage, and you heard a THUMP behind you.

"AAAAH!"

"What the--" 

You turned around to see Edward clutch onto his ankle, tears welling in his eyes. Fighting through the rest of the backup dancers, you reached his side and knelt down. 

"Are you okay?" you asked Edward quickly. 

Edward shook his head. "I...I don't know what happened," he admitted. "I was just walking along fine offstage and I think I tripped on someone's leg? Or something worse." 

"Shh. It's okay." You racked your brains, and then an idea popped in your mind. "Hang on. I think I know someone who can help."

But before you could run off to your change room, Mr. E showed up by Edward's side. "What happened, Edward?"

"I tripped over something--a leg, or a prop--and I think I twisted my ankle," Edward cried, biting his lip in an effort not to burst into tears. "It hurts so much."

"(Y/N), do you know anyone who can--"

"I do," you said, running to your change room. "I'll be back!"

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A single light in the humble Lucky Cat abode was lit on the top level of the building, where Hiro and Tadashi would normally either work on drafts for robotics projects or sleep. But the room has also become Hiro's personal dancing studio. He never would admit it to anyone except Honey Lemon, but after watching Swan Lake, he went straight to watching many more ballets, recently watching "The Nutcracker" just 2 days ago and dancing to all the Nutcracker parts as best as he could.