[ oh, but nazuna, supernovas burn out. in a brilliant flash of light, nonetheless, one that's capable of illuminating even the dullest of dancers, brilliant white contrasting with darkest black, like ink splatters on a pristine white page.
even if clad in black, nazuna shines brighter than any other star - it's very reason why he had caught shu's attention, at first, when nazuna first stepped into his teacher's dance studio, awkward limbs but an intuitive grasp on musicality and rhythm.
shu had never seen anything like that before.
and just watching nazuna - powering through complicated choreography with sheer willpower and determination, and also helping his younger co-stars out when necessary - somewhere along the line, shu had fallen in love, too, even if he hadn't noticed it, at first. they were both young then, after all.
ten years is a long time. and right here, right now, nightmare forgotten, the fact that nazuna is kissing him back is enough to catch him off guard, even if he doesn't pull away when nazuna presses his lips to shu's mouth again, and he tilts his head the other way when they lean in, together, parting his lips slightly. it's the first time they've actually kissed but somehow kissing nazuna is familiar and makes his chest ache with something.
it feels like love, although he's not quite sure how to place it just yet.
the kiss breaks, and it's quiet enough that this close, shu can hear every single breath that nazuna takes, can feel the way his lips are mouthing words against his, and then--
I love you
--he lets go of his hold on nazuna's hands in favour of using one arm to pull him closer, the fingers of his other hand tracing over the line of nazuna's cheekbones, lets nazuna lean into it when they finally part again, this time with enough distance with them that shu can look at him properly.
nazuna looks at him like he hung the stars in the sky, and shu swallows, though he never averts his gaze, doesn't look away. ]
... I missed you. [ finally he admits it, soft, almost under his breath, whispered into the space between them, small as it is.
another sharp intake of breath. ] I've always loved you.
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even if clad in black, nazuna shines brighter than any other star - it's very reason why he had caught shu's attention, at first, when nazuna first stepped into his teacher's dance studio, awkward limbs but an intuitive grasp on musicality and rhythm.
shu had never seen anything like that before.
and just watching nazuna - powering through complicated choreography with sheer willpower and determination, and also helping his younger co-stars out when necessary - somewhere along the line, shu had fallen in love, too, even if he hadn't noticed it, at first. they were both young then, after all.
ten years is a long time. and right here, right now, nightmare forgotten, the fact that nazuna is kissing him back is enough to catch him off guard, even if he doesn't pull away when nazuna presses his lips to shu's mouth again, and he tilts his head the other way when they lean in, together, parting his lips slightly. it's the first time they've actually kissed but somehow kissing nazuna is familiar and makes his chest ache with something.
it feels like love, although he's not quite sure how to place it just yet.
the kiss breaks, and it's quiet enough that this close, shu can hear every single breath that nazuna takes, can feel the way his lips are mouthing words against his, and then--
I love you
--he lets go of his hold on nazuna's hands in favour of using one arm to pull him closer, the fingers of his other hand tracing over the line of nazuna's cheekbones, lets nazuna lean into it when they finally part again, this time with enough distance with them that shu can look at him properly.
nazuna looks at him like he hung the stars in the sky, and shu swallows, though he never averts his gaze, doesn't look away. ]
... I missed you. [ finally he admits it, soft, almost under his breath, whispered into the space between them, small as it is.
another sharp intake of breath. ] I've always loved you.