[ every single time shu touches him, it's giving nazuna goosebumps. his fingers are long and familiar, and this isn't even remotely new, but that doesn't change the fact that he's still as into shu as he was when he was twelve years old, desperately trying to hide his expression and pulling it into something doll-like and composed.
he moves lithely, always a good dancer. he'd been somewhat of a sponge the entire time they worked together--shu sniffed and told him his work was too hard, and nazuna said, teach me. it was easy for him, dancing had been easy (becoming someone's puppet had been easy, turning off his own emotions and his feelings to let his manager pull his strings, because why try hard when you're doing what everyone asks already?) and now, as himself, it feels more fulfilling. this isn't dressed as a zombie for a teenager's program, doing a silly dance number for screaming, excited fourteen year olds.
this is elegant, this is--this is something real. shu's fingers anchor him to the ground, and he inhales to try the move.
it's not perfect, but he takes shu's guidance and pushes up, onto his left foot, right foot coming up. it's almost straight, just a few degrees off, and he exhales, cheeks flushing pink with the exertion as he looks at himself and shu in the mirror, surprised. ]
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he moves lithely, always a good dancer. he'd been somewhat of a sponge the entire time they worked together--shu sniffed and told him his work was too hard, and nazuna said, teach me. it was easy for him, dancing had been easy (becoming someone's puppet had been easy, turning off his own emotions and his feelings to let his manager pull his strings, because why try hard when you're doing what everyone asks already?) and now, as himself, it feels more fulfilling. this isn't dressed as a zombie for a teenager's program, doing a silly dance number for screaming, excited fourteen year olds.
this is elegant, this is--this is something real. shu's fingers anchor him to the ground, and he inhales to try the move.
it's not perfect, but he takes shu's guidance and pushes up, onto his left foot, right foot coming up. it's almost straight, just a few degrees off, and he exhales, cheeks flushing pink with the exertion as he looks at himself and shu in the mirror, surprised. ]