A Gentleman and his Lady

Chapter Two - Dance Lessons

I was already excited to get to class. Something compelled me to see Gonta today. The thought of teaching him how to dance excited me more than dancing myself. It sounds ridiculous as I've only just met him, but there is something about him that calms me..

I take my seat next to Kirumi Tojo, the SHSL Maid. She seems kind, but seems like the sort of person that you would take advantage of. Poor thing. I wonder what sort of orders she carries out.

"Hey, it looks like twinkle toes over here decided to join us".

God forsake Kokichi Ouma being in the seat behind me. Lucky it didn't take long to pick up on his antics.

I turn to face the mini supreme leader. "I beg your pardon?"

I didn't even have the time to think of anything to say, as a single, pink rose landed on my desk. Just behind it stood the large, kind figure that escorted me to my room yesterday.

"Gonta think Miss Emiko has a brilliant talent that Kokichi does not see just yet"

He gave off his already infamous smile that could calm anyone in an instant. Kokichi returns this with chuckle.

"Of course man! Just having a little fun with Emiko here" he says, elbowing me gently. I can tell he's going to be interesting to say the least for the majority of my school years.

"As long as Kokichi doesn't bother Miss Emiko" Gonta says, almost relieved.

"Who, me? Never!" The shorter male replies, as he sits behind me.

I turn back to face Gonta once more.

"Gonta saw this flower and thought it reminded him of Miss Emiko, so he wanted to give it to you in return of teaching Gonta how to dance!" He beams. So kindhearted to even think of me so quickly.

"Thank you so much Gonta" I smile back. It was so hard not to show my excitement. Gonta takes his seat as our teacher walks through the door and starts the lesson.

*Time skip brought you by Gonta's bugs*

The day had already gone by in a flash and it was decided that I would give Gonta lessons in the courtyard after school.

"Gonta is excited to dance with Miss Emiko today!"

I look at the gentle giant with such delight. "Is there a certain type of dance you want to learn? I can do a few, but ballroom dancing is my expertise".

He ponders for a bit, looking at the birds that pass by, before looking at me once more.

"Gonta think whatever you're most comfortable with! Always wanted to learn to waltz with a lady" 

I felt my cheeks heating up. I wouldn't mind being called a lady so often..

I stuttered, "Of course! I'll make sure you get the hang of this in no time". I take his hand and place it on my hip, with my remaining hand in his other. I've danced with plenty of boys before, but Gonta in particular is making me almost nervous.

It took a while but he seemed to get the hang of it. But the poor thing became so tense.

"Gonta not want to hurt you. He apologies for messing up and being so stupid" he says suddenly.

I stared at him with shock. "Whatever in the world makes you stupid? From what I've seen, you could never hurt me".

He lets go of me, a solemn nature filling his eyes. "Gonta doesn't want to accidentally hurt Miss Emiko. People get scared of Gonta for his size. Gonta doesn't know much and doesn't want to disappoint you".

I find myself squeezing his hand.

"From what I can tell, you could never hurt me on purpose. And I think you're doing just fine just from this lesson alone, and you're half my size!" I giggle.

We held each other's gaze for but a moment as I take my time removing my hand from his. His bright, crimson eyes held such curiosity and wonder.

"G-Gonta glad he can make y-you feel safe" he stutters.

If I could see myself now, I'd probably be as red as his eyes. I couldn't contain myself. He's trying so hard for me and we've only known each other for a couple of days.

"We should head back to the dorms. It's getting quite late. Shall we meet again tomorrow?" I asked eagerly.

"Of course! Gonta won't be a moment too late Miss Emiko" he claimed.

"You can just call me Emiko, Gonta" I say with bated breath.

And just like the night before, I was left at my doorstep with a peck on my hand. I take out the rose he gave me a few days prior, looking at the finer details of the wilting plant. The feeling of euphoria was overwhelming me, bit by bit.