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

Chapter 9

"Can't believe everyone's actually coming by tonight," Hiro murmured as he stood on stage left with you, 10 minutes before curtain. "Your parents, the gang--heck, Fred insisted on bringing Baymax too!"

"It's pretty insane. I mean for them to see us actually doing this," you replied, laughing slightly at the sight of Baymax squished in a seat of the auditorium. "You feeling up to it?"

"As I'll ever be," Hiro shrugged. "I mean, this is, what, the third last show? I'm hoping I don't jinx this but I'm praying now I don't sprain my ankle so horribly as Edward did. Speaking of, how's he doing?"

You shrugged back in response. "I'm not sure. In fact, I haven't seen him since, you know, our first dance." But it didn't bother you, come to think of it. You knew he would recover in time to rejoin you in the new year. Then a horrifying thought struck you--what would happen to Hiro?

Soon, you retreated as the music began to play, and you felt Hiro wrap an arm around you as you saw the first bit of the show. A few moments later you were due to go in, and you did so, feeling Hiro give your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before you stepped into the spotlight. 

"Whoa! Look at how pretty she is," Honey Lemon murmured to Gogo, who just smirked.

"She definitely looks beautiful," Fred agreed.

"I can't wait to see her dance with Hiro after!" Aunt Cass cheered quietly, causing the entire gang and your parents to laugh. 

Soon enough, the music changed and you saw Hiro and the guy playing the Mouse King fight.

"Well, I was only hoping all the superhero training paid off," Gogo muttered. 

Wasabi nodded in agreement. "Seems like it."

And then, just as the Mouse King was defeated, you and Hiro danced your very first duet in the ballet--a very short dance together before the snowflakes took over. With every step you felt more and more at ease, knowing that again this is just another performance for complete strangers. Minus the people you know. But it was hard to think that when you saw Baymax's white form in the auditorium, and you had to stifle a giggle.

"Hiro and (Y/N) danced so beautifully," your mom said to Aunt Cass now, who laughed. 

"I know! To think that he'd change his mind about ballet...I wonder what made him like it so much now," Cass responded.

Of course, only the rest of the gang knew, yet they trusted themselves not to say anything.

As the ballet went on, you and Hiro both stayed together and watched from side stage, holding each others' hand tightly. Admittedly, the ballet itself brought the same magic that it always had in the years you performed it with the company, but this time, you could literally feel the magic radiating not just from the sparkle and shine of every dancer's costume and the graceful fluid choreography that the genius of your director put together, but also from the simple grip on your hand that assured you that everything was okay. That there were no secrets to hide. No more. 

It's not easy for dancers to express everything all at once, Hiro realized. For the inexperienced, it takes a lot of time to find emotion within the movements they do, with the sweep of the arm and the rise onto their toes. But once you get the hang of it, it's easy. With Hiro seeing a ballet for the very first time, live, he finally understood why you wanted to do this. Ballet does use the brain after all, to tap into the true intentions of the dance and the music. And if it isn't done correctly, then the overall ballet would be a failure, and people would forever hate you. 

It's the same as robotics. 

How could he have been so stupid before not to realize it?

The rest of the production became a blur. By the time you and Hiro delivered your usual, improvised pas de deux, the entire audience fell silent. This, yes this, was always somehow the most anticipated moment in the ballet, specifically for your production. How fast did the news about you and Hiro go?