shu itsuki is a dancer - and it bleeds into his every mindset. every jump should be higher, and every spin should be sharper, and every connection should thrill the audience just as much as the elements one is connecting. he's in the middle of a rond de jambe, leg extended and toes pointed, the drag of the circle lasting the full eight counts as he holds onto the ballet barre, and the exercise is fluid, easy, basic, a standard warm up routine before moving into something a little bit more difficult.
it's only when he's about to shift to another exercise that he finally notices nazuna standing in the corner, their eyes meeting in the mirror, and it takes shu a moment to catch himself, to slide back into first position, heels touching, just barely.
for a moment, none of them speak.
in the background, there's the slow build of crescendos and single strand melodies played by a sole piano.
and finally, finally, shu speaks. ]
Nazuna. [ his posture is still held a little bit too tightly, like he's still on stage, still performing, echoes of a distant, inaccessible past.
it also sounds a bit like did you need something? ]
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shu itsuki is a dancer - and it bleeds into his every mindset. every jump should be higher, and every spin should be sharper, and every connection should thrill the audience just as much as the elements one is connecting. he's in the middle of a rond de jambe, leg extended and toes pointed, the drag of the circle lasting the full eight counts as he holds onto the ballet barre, and the exercise is fluid, easy, basic, a standard warm up routine before moving into something a little bit more difficult.
it's only when he's about to shift to another exercise that he finally notices nazuna standing in the corner, their eyes meeting in the mirror, and it takes shu a moment to catch himself, to slide back into first position, heels touching, just barely.
for a moment, none of them speak.
in the background, there's the slow build of crescendos and single strand melodies played by a sole piano.
and finally, finally, shu speaks. ]
Nazuna. [ his posture is still held a little bit too tightly, like he's still on stage, still performing, echoes of a distant, inaccessible past.
it also sounds a bit like did you need something? ]