A/N: Inspired by an AU idea from an ask from Anon on Tumblr.
Jellal hopes that the new aerobic dance trainer who is currently leading a group of women in the dance class doesn't notice that he keeps glancing at her while he is running on the treadmill.
He doesn't want her to think that he is a pervert. However, he just can't stop himself from appreciating how perfectly she follows the music to move her curvaceous body craved in the tight dancewear in the most energetic way he has even seen; the lively way of her long scarlet stresses falling from the small hair bun tied up at the back of her head dance so freely and widely in the air following her movement, and that confident and sunny smile she wears on her face which further illuminates her already beautiful facial features.
He keeps running, losing himself in time and forgetting about the statistics on his heart rate, the burning of calories and the running time displayed on the screen of the treadmill, as his attention being fully captured by the gorgeous aerobic dancer whose name he has yet to find out.
When the music finally comes to a stop after he dosen't know how long, Jellal subtly watches the red-headed asking her students to follow her to do some cool down exercises before saying her goodbye to every one of them. She wipes the sweat away from her pretty face with the towel hanging around her neck as she walks away from the dance floor. He is struggling whether he should go to talk to her before she disappears into the staff room. But before he can make up his mind, she suddenly turns her head to his direction.
Their eyes lock, and she smirks at him and starts walking to where he is.
Thrill and anxiety strike Jellal at the same time. He'd loved to have the chance to talk to the scarlet beauty but what if she only wants to warn him to not stare at her again with his perverted gaze?
"Hi." The woman who makes Jellal's heart race quicker than the running exercise can do to it now stands beside the treadmill occupied by Jellal.
"H-Hi." Jellal stutters a little, not being sure if it's because of his nervousness or of the lack of air in his lung.
"You seems to be quite interested in my aerobic dance?"
Jellal finds his new crush has a low-pitched voice which sounds smooth and warm to his ears. And she certainly doesn't sound like she's angry at him for staring at her dancing for longer than he should. Yet, he still can't help but feel a little bit embarrassed to think that she has noticed his action.
He presses the stop button on the treadmill, deciding that he should stop the exercise if he wants to continue the conversation with her. "You danced r-really good. Your m-moves were r-really beautiful." He honestly tells her his opinions as he tries to catch his breath after running longer than he usually does for his training.
She giggles in response to his answer, acting absolutely adorable in Jellal's eyes which makes his heart melt.
"Thanks for your compliments." She stretches out her right hand to him. "My name's Erza. Erza Scarlet."
Jellal smiles widely, taking Erza's hand and stepping down from the treadmill. "Jellal Fernan-"
He can't finish reporting his full name. He has run for too long on the treadmill for his own good as he observed Erza dancing that his tired legs kick when they moves to bring him down from the equipment. With an unmanly cry, he losses his balance, falling forward into Erza's arms as the woman tries to catch him and smashing his lips onto hers as their noses bump into each other too. His left hand, in his frantic state to try to grab on something, anything, to support himself, lands precisely on her right breast.
Erza staggers back a few steps as Jellal's body weight falls onto her. Once they have steady themselves, they jump away from each other like they have been hit by electricity.
"I'm terribly sorry!" Jellal panically apologizes to Erza as he mentally curses his stupid legs but is also secretly amazed by how soft her breast feels against his palm. He notices that her face is now even redder than when she was dancing and she is looking at everywhere but him. Has he already lost his chance to get to know her better?
But slowly, Erza turns her gaze back to him again. "I-it's okay."
Jellal blinks. It's okay? Has he really heard her correctly?
"What important is that we didn't get hurt. Are you feeling alright now?" She asks with concerns in her voice. "And I'm sorry, what's your name again?"
Jellal is now positively sure that the chance for him and Erza to develop a new relationship is still in his hands.
"I'm Jellal, Jellal Fernandes." He smiles softly at her. "I'm fine now. I'm really sorry again for my clumsiness. And allow me to buy you a drink to thank you for saving me from hitting the floor?"
"No, no, you don't have to."
"Please." He says sincerely but tries to not sound too pushy.
With a timid smile, Erza finally nods. "Okay, thanks for your offer."
Jellal cheers for himself in his heart.