Tom Kaulitz.

You'd only recently enrolled in the dance school itself. You don't usually go to any clubs, but your laziness had gotten the better of you and you had nothing to lose.

You were assigned to a teacher, Tom Kaulitz. He was a good teacher for you, and also someone who would always help you when you needed it. He had only recently enrolled here; he was young, just like you.

"More fun!!" "Spread your arms wider, slouching doesn't suit you," Tom said with a smile. Gradually, you got used to these words.

This morning you came home as usual. You started learning a new dance, but you couldn't quite get it down by the end. It was like something was getting in the way or something... Tom approached you, perplexed.

— What happened? The dance doesn't go on at all?

• Yes... It's as if something is in the way... I can't understand. -

He just smirked and put his hand on your cheek and looked into your eyes with puppy eyes.

• Let me help you.. -