xxxxiiiixxxx THE MUSICIAN
xxxxiiiiixxโบ Sakura Mitsutsuki : Spyair โ
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"Let me show you what I've got, shall I?" "I'm impressed already!" Yutarou joked, laughing and returning Hiruka's wink with a cheeky grin. Watching Hiruka break dance was a transcendent experience. He'd never seen breakdancing in person, nor had he ever found it in himself to pay much interest to the genre. But when it was Hiruka performing, breakdancing seemed like most intriguing and powerful thing in the universe, coupled with the flashing lights and loud music and all the people cheering him on as if they were watching their favorite dancer of all time. XX
Yutarou applauded as the song came to an end, the sound fading into the noise of all the others who shouted their appreciation for Hirukaโs dancing. โHow's that?โ โThat was absolutely astounding. Definitely the best dancing I've ever seen.โ Yuta said, wrapping an arm around his friendโs shoulders and grinning from ear to ear. XX
Songs changed, filtering slowly downward in intensity until finally settling into chillstep, couples pairing up to sway with the music in much more subdued ways. Yuta, the haze of alcohol still blocking out any hesitation or personal judgement, took to the same with Hiruka, spinning his friend about in lazy circles, laughing when they steps on each other's feet or bumped into other dancers as they went. XX
For them, the rest of the world seemed to fall away, together in their own world. XX
As the mood in the club continued to spiral into something intimate and calming, Yutarou found himself swept up in the moment. Every place where his hands touched Hiruka, heat burned on his fingertips, and everywhere Hiruka's hands lingered, he felt the sensation tenfold. The music faded into the scenery, voices and sounds of movement becoming nothing but background noise. As another couple pushed by and nudged the two friends closer together, Yutarou found himself inches away from Hiruka's face, their eyes locked as if there were nothing else in the world to pay attention to. And then they were kissing, Yuta just barely registering how warm and soft Hiruka's lips were before he was pulling away, alarms going off in his head and smashing through the moment. XX
Like a vinyl record abruptly coming to a stop, Yuta turned on his heel and shoved through the crowds of people, not bothering to see if Hiruka was following him as he made a beeline for the door, relishing in the cool early-morning air outside. A couple cars passed by, headlights brightening the street for a moment before disappearing into the darkness, and Yutarou leaned against the brick wall of the club, music from the dance floor still filtering out through the closed doors. "...shit...what did I just mess up...?" XX