[ he knows, better than anyone, the importance of chemistry.
when it comes down to it, anyone can do the steps in time to music, but it's the chemistry between partners that brings the musicality, the emotions of it to life, transcends it into an art form beyond comprehension, perfect, beautiful and worthy.
shu has had his fair share of partners, but none like nazuna.
nazuna, who's been able to keep up with him from the time that they've started dancing together, perfect rond de jambes and arabesques, positions and extensions and isolations, nazuna, who's danced with him long enough to even anticipate the slightest change in weight and grip and to adjust accordingly so that he doesn't fall, nazuna, who trusts that shu won't drop him in lifts and tricks, nazuna, nazuna, nazuna.
and it's probably telling, that even after three years since shu last saw nazuna, they still fall into each other in sync, almost like he'd never left at all, the chemistry between them still there, still burning low but steady.
life is a dance, isn't it? freestyle, unchoreographed, but still-- he lets nazuna squeeze his hand, subconsciously, and when he leans forward, shu does too - it's almost familiar, they've done variations of these a hundred times or more, leaning in close enough to each other to provide the illusion of a kind of tension of some sort.
but this isn't a stage, and shu is close enough to hear nazuna's breath catch, exhale, to see the pink tint to his skin, and--
(he's missed this.)
shu's not really someone who thrives on impulsive decisions - even nazuna knows that most of what he does is meticulously planned at best, micromanaged at worst. but still, it feels right, when nazuna is done talking, for him to lean in just a tad bit closer
close enough to press a light kiss to the corner of nazuna's lips. ]
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when it comes down to it, anyone can do the steps in time to music, but it's the chemistry between partners that brings the musicality, the emotions of it to life, transcends it into an art form beyond comprehension, perfect, beautiful and worthy.
shu has had his fair share of partners, but none like nazuna.
nazuna, who's been able to keep up with him from the time that they've started dancing together, perfect rond de jambes and arabesques, positions and extensions and isolations, nazuna, who's danced with him long enough to even anticipate the slightest change in weight and grip and to adjust accordingly so that he doesn't fall, nazuna, who trusts that shu won't drop him in lifts and tricks, nazuna, nazuna, nazuna.
and it's probably telling, that even after three years since shu last saw nazuna, they still fall into each other in sync, almost like he'd never left at all, the chemistry between them still there, still burning low but steady.
life is a dance, isn't it? freestyle, unchoreographed, but still-- he lets nazuna squeeze his hand, subconsciously, and when he leans forward, shu does too - it's almost familiar, they've done variations of these a hundred times or more, leaning in close enough to each other to provide the illusion of a kind of tension of some sort.
but this isn't a stage, and shu is close enough to hear nazuna's breath catch, exhale, to see the pink tint to his skin, and--
(he's missed this.)
shu's not really someone who thrives on impulsive decisions - even nazuna knows that most of what he does is meticulously planned at best, micromanaged at worst. but still, it feels right, when nazuna is done talking, for him to lean in just a tad bit closer
close enough to press a light kiss to the corner of nazuna's lips. ]