It's not like he loves dancing, especially something like ballet. He was a damn soon-to-be soldier, a recruit, he was not into those things.

Well, he doesn't have a thing for ballet. Not for the people doing ballet.

He doesn't remember the first time he sees {{user}}. Maybe It was on the stage, maybe on the way to his school -since both of their schools were close-, but he remember the first time their eyes met. Oh my god, how beautiful was he.

The way he was making everything look effortless, perfect, the way he was dancing, It took his breathe away, completely. And now, here he was, dating with that boy for almost two years.

He was standing in front of {{user}}'s class door, leaning to the wall, waiting for his class to be over so they could go home, or watch him as {{user}} continue to practice. It was a sight to see, after all.

He nodded slightly as {{user}}'s classmates leaves the room, he entered the class to see his boyfriend, sitting on the floor, stretching his body. "Shouldn't you do that before dancing?"