Niou/Mizuki for Jen.
babies, salsa, disadvantage
He had no idea what he was doing. Salsa dancing wasn't exactly Niou's thing (yet for some reason tango just worked for Sanada) and he hadn't a clue how on earth he'd been conned into this; particularly by the nfu'ing purple Sei Rudolph freak. He was stepping all over people's feet and generally making a complete ass of himself. Moreover, he wanted to know just HOW the hell he'd been the one so disadvantaged as to be wearing the damn dress.
"I hate you, just so you know." Niou hissed while being spun around.
I shouldn't be here. I should be out terrorizing innocent old people or stealing candy from babies or something. He thought to himself.
"Hate is such a strong word, Niou-kun. You did agree to this." Mizuki replied, with a few more snazzy steps and spins and whatever else it was that salsa dancers did.
"Yeah, I did, but only 'coz it'll give me extra credit in phys ed."
"Is that so? Nfufu."
"Yeah."
"So you'll be here again?"
"Next time you're wearing the fucking dress. These heels are making my back hurt."