[ shu's straight up dislike for nazuna's former choreographer ends up making him laugh, a gigglesnort that comes out before he can really start it. shu's always been like that, aggressively perfect, and nazuna lived for it when they were younger. sometimes, when he had a bad day, he'd come to the studio to show shu what he was doing for work, and watch him turn it into--
a masterpiece.
(there's the echo of the dream again. you were my greatest masterpiece. maybe it was just a twisted version of reality, somehow--not that nazuna wants to think about it.) ]
That's the one. [ he sounds so, so fond, even over the phone. even if shu was being silent, it's comforting--that's the reason that he's stayed on the phone this long, anyway.
shu's drive isn't far away, now, and he makes his way to the apartment building, staying on the phone and talking softly as he does. ] It was fun, in its own way, but it definitely wasn't the same.
[ is he talking about work, or is he talking about shu in general? life without him around wasn't the same. shifting the phone to his shoulder, nazuna knocks on the door, keeping it cradled there.
three years of silence, and the feeling of anticipation of waiting for shu to answer the door, the squeeze around his heart and the smile starting to push onto his face--not a thing has changed. ]
no subject
a masterpiece.
(there's the echo of the dream again. you were my greatest masterpiece. maybe it was just a twisted version of reality, somehow--not that nazuna wants to think about it.) ]
That's the one. [ he sounds so, so fond, even over the phone. even if shu was being silent, it's comforting--that's the reason that he's stayed on the phone this long, anyway.
shu's drive isn't far away, now, and he makes his way to the apartment building, staying on the phone and talking softly as he does. ] It was fun, in its own way, but it definitely wasn't the same.
[ is he talking about work, or is he talking about shu in general? life without him around wasn't the same. shifting the phone to his shoulder, nazuna knocks on the door, keeping it cradled there.
three years of silence, and the feeling of anticipation of waiting for shu to answer the door, the squeeze around his heart and the smile starting to push onto his face--not a thing has changed. ]