Every student of class 1-A stared at the still as death Ailene. The principal had come by the dorm building and handed the American a sheet of paper just before the rest of the class had to begin training. That was five hours ago; they found Ailene in the same spot on the common room couch five hours later.

"What," they heard the beginning of a St. Helen scale eruption. "The absolute FUCK IS THIS?! DO THESE MOTHER FUCKERS KNOW HOW LONG IT TAKES TO CHOREOGRAPH A DANCE TO A SONG? IT TAKES MONTHS! MORE THAN THE MEASLY MONTH AND A HALF OF PREPARATION FOR THE SCHOOL FESTIVAL! HOW THE FUCK DO THEY EXPECT US TO PULL THIS OFF WITH LITTLE TO NO TIME TO PRACTICE AND WITH A HUGE HEIGHT DISPARITY BETWEEN US TWO?"

"Holy crap! She's worse than Bakugo!" said Hanta.

"What set her off?" asked a very concerned Ashido.

"From the sound of it, she got a petition to perform a dance with someone and it's probably not going to be possible with the time crunch she's been given." observed Yayoroza. "And it sounds like her supposed dance partner is too tall for her to perform with, so it might not be possible at all for her to completely fulfill the request."

"You hit the nail on the head, Yaomomo," said Ailene. "The other classes want All Might and I to dance to Siulil a Run at the school's festival over a month from now, but I think you all can see the biggest problem with this regardless of All Might's condition."

"He's way too tall for you to dance with in a choreographed dance," chimed in Iida without hesitation. "The center of gravity between you two would be off kilter the entire time, and if I remember correctly that particular song is for more advanced ball room dancers while you specialize in Irish dance."

"I do compete in ball room dancing," she informed them while getting a mild reaction from her classmates, "it's just teaching someone who's not familiar with dancing would take a long time, more than what we'll be allotted for to prepare with the festival."

"Wait wait wait! Iida, how do you know that little tid bit of dancing?" Ashido demanded.

"I took some dance lessons when I was younger," he explained. "My family went to major functions that included dancing to music, but I didn't take it up as a sport like Smith did."

"Pfft, dance as a sport?" Bakugo scoffed, and everyone reflexively backed away from him as the room temperature suddenly plummeted. The blonde hot head realized his mistake as the dancer slowly made eye contact with him, eyes wide with insane, controlled anger.

"You wanna bet on that, mother fucker?"

"I surrender..." panted an exhausted and sweaty Bakugo; he was on the ground, unable to move. Ailene had dragged him to Gamma Gym, had class 1-B clear a space for them, and made him learn three Irish jigs that left him with noodle legs, an abdomen that felt like someone stuck a whole bag of burning hot coal under the skin, and a shattered stamina. Both classes observed the hellish lesson with a mix of awe and fear, making a note to never test the professional dancer.