[ nazuna's breath catches just a little when shu's hand touches his back. his arm's warm, heavy but familiar, and he's pulled just a little closer to him with it. this isn't unfamiliar; they've been close together like this hundreds of times before when they were a bit younger.
at twelve years old, nazuna had decided he was in love with shu. he was amazing, so graceful and powerful and awe-inspiring. he'd seen him then and known he was something special, something different, but he'd never worked up the courage to say anything. after all, he was just... nazuna, a knobby kneed tv star who barely had a personality, compared to him. and then, just like that, he'd disappeared.
so this might be a little new. this might make his heart skip a beat or two when he's up close (he can catch a whiff of the shampoo shu uses, his laundry detergent, feel the warmth from his skin where he was dancing) but it's a familiar song and dance all the same.
it makes him smile, tugging the sheepish edges up a little, and he lifts his small arms up to rest around his neck. they're still close to the barre, but in this studio, every single movement nazuna has ever made has always felt like something beautiful. ]
I can follow your lead. [ of course it's okay. that's his answer, and it rings back as clear as day, and his voice is fond, warm with the memories, with the idea of getting to dance together with him again. ]
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at twelve years old, nazuna had decided he was in love with shu. he was amazing, so graceful and powerful and awe-inspiring. he'd seen him then and known he was something special, something different, but he'd never worked up the courage to say anything. after all, he was just... nazuna, a knobby kneed tv star who barely had a personality, compared to him. and then, just like that, he'd disappeared.
so this might be a little new. this might make his heart skip a beat or two when he's up close (he can catch a whiff of the shampoo shu uses, his laundry detergent, feel the warmth from his skin where he was dancing) but it's a familiar song and dance all the same.
it makes him smile, tugging the sheepish edges up a little, and he lifts his small arms up to rest around his neck. they're still close to the barre, but in this studio, every single movement nazuna has ever made has always felt like something beautiful. ]
I can follow your lead. [ of course it's okay. that's his answer, and it rings back as clear as day, and his voice is fond, warm with the memories, with the idea of getting to dance together with him again. ]