[ it's like the end of a performance. that moment when the music ends, when the lights fade out, and as a dancer, as a performer, there's always those few seconds in between where there's complete silence, a complete lack of anything to signal what's going to happen next.
usually a standing ovation follows, because he's shu itsuki, and he'll be damned if nothing less than absolute perfection was shown on stage.
this kind of feels like that moment, until nazuna breaks into a smile (as bright as the sun, he thinks, in the back of his mind) and before he can properly process and realise what's happening, nazuna's pressing into him again for another kiss, and nazuna's hands are on his cheeks and his own hands are coming up to close around nazuna's wrists, lets himself drown in nazuna the way he drowns in applause after a performance, giving in to adrenaline rush and instinct.
when it fades, his lips are kiss-bitten thanks to nazuna, and he probably looks more than a little bit dazed, pupils dilated, because nazuna is in his lap, their foreheads pressed together, shu holding on to him and
this feels kind of a little bit surreal, actually
and when nazuna sniffles, giggles, he loses himself in one more kiss before they pull apart, and shu laughs.
(he hasn't laughed in a while.) ]
I-- [ and there's a stuttered intake of breath, he's always been composed, almost unflappable, in front of nazuna, and this is. certainly a way to destroy that impression of him, and--
his grip tightens, just a little, and although it's firm, it's still gentle.
never meant to hurt. ]
I would never have imagined-- { another laugh, but this time, if nazuna listens closely, there's a trace of bitterness, maybe a hint of self-depreciation. ] I would never have thought you would want to return to me, to someone broken.
[ (--won't you return to me? You were mine first, after all--) ]
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usually a standing ovation follows, because he's shu itsuki, and he'll be damned if nothing less than absolute perfection was shown on stage.
this kind of feels like that moment, until nazuna breaks into a smile (as bright as the sun, he thinks, in the back of his mind) and before he can properly process and realise what's happening, nazuna's pressing into him again for another kiss, and nazuna's hands are on his cheeks and his own hands are coming up to close around nazuna's wrists, lets himself drown in nazuna the way he drowns in applause after a performance, giving in to adrenaline rush and instinct.
when it fades, his lips are kiss-bitten thanks to nazuna, and he probably looks more than a little bit dazed, pupils dilated, because nazuna is in his lap, their foreheads pressed together, shu holding on to him and
this feels kind of a little bit surreal, actually
and when nazuna sniffles, giggles, he loses himself in one more kiss before they pull apart, and shu laughs.
(he hasn't laughed in a while.) ]
I-- [ and there's a stuttered intake of breath, he's always been composed, almost unflappable, in front of nazuna, and this is. certainly a way to destroy that impression of him, and--
his grip tightens, just a little, and although it's firm, it's still gentle.
never meant to hurt. ]
I would never have imagined-- { another laugh, but this time, if nazuna listens closely, there's a trace of bitterness, maybe a hint of self-depreciation. ] I would never have thought you would want to return to me, to someone broken.
[ (--won't you return to me? You were mine first, after all--) ]