tuggoffelees oneshots

ninety one: ballet club? (highschool au)

     the school has a ballet club

ok stay with me,

     and tugger stumbles upon misto practicing in the hallway

and uhh maybe it's a well-funded private school??? please just go with it

     edit: i had to google A Lot of ballet stuff so i hope y'all vote on this

     also i hc mistoffelees with one blue and one green eye cause he's not like other girls 😗✌️

mistoffelees pov
    as i finish stretching, i push the barre against the white cinderblock wall. the hallway just outside the studio is cool, serene, and (best of all) empty.

     just like i need to be.

     i close my eyes gently and take a deep breath in, centring myself.

     cool. serene. empty.

     i've done my warmups, but now i need to do my after-warmups.

    'warmups' is quite the opposite of cool, but i've barely even started.

     my feet shuffle into my all-too-familiar first position, and my arms are relaxed, yet they know exactly what to do.

    taking another breath, i repeat cool, serene, empty in my head.

    i should hope it's muscle memory, i've only been doing this for ten years.

     the familiarity resonates in my chest. it feels like a tiny little ball of fire. it makes me feel calm; serene.

     i automatically sweep into second position.

     another breath. cool, serene, empty.

     my left heel glides behind my right, third position.

     my arm seems to be attached to a string in the ceiling. it's like i'm not in control. i'm my own puppet, it's like everything else in the world has left my body and mind, and now i'm just alone.

     empty.

    "oh my god are, you skipping?" a voice says.

     so much for calm.

    "i have a free period," i respond, keeping my eyes closed, trying to find that peace after it was broken by this rude-

    "that's boring." i roll my eyes. "whatcha doin'?"

    "ballet."

    "well, i can see that," the voice says. he sounds like some sort of sports loser who thinks he's better than everyone else. "obviously you're doing ballet, but like, why?"

    my eyes fly open in annoyance. i glare at him, letting my arm fall, any shred of peace i had left falling with it.

he's standing beside the barre, and he lets his hand rest on it. and... he's not unattractive either; in fact i would go so far as to say he is attractive.