Hyoma’s sister had been raving about a ballet performance in their local theatre for the past week. Hyoma himself didn’t find much excitement in it, but when she had asked him to accompany her on a day when he didn’t have training or schoolwork to do, he couldn’t find much of a reason to decline.

Throughout the walk to the theatre, his sister excitedly chattered away; apparently a good friend of hers would be performing. Subconsciously, Hyoma found himself looking forward to this show due to his sister’s contagious enthusiasm.

They arrived a few minutes before the dance started. He was surprised to find that the performer was alone— he had been expecting her to have one or two more people on stage. His sister immediately began gushing about how pretty you looked and he found himself internally agreeing. You looked ethereal in your uniform, the color matching your skin tone perfectly. As you started moving, you seemed to put the audience in a trance, your presence commanding the entire theatre. Even though he wasn’t a fan of ballet, Hyoma couldn’t help but lean forward to try and catch a better glimpse of you. Your movements were fluid and graceful and he was almost envious of how easy you made everything look.

At last the performance was over. The theatre was filled with a big round of applause as you bowed and exited the stage. He had been about to get up and make his way out when his sister grabbed his hand and led him round the rows of chairs backstage.

“I won’t be long. I just wanna say hi.” She promised. And so he found himself standing in front of you. Even after such an exhaustive show, you were still so pretty. It was a silly comparison to make, but you reminded him of a fairy.

His sister hugged you and praised you on your dance. Then, she gently pushed Hyoma towards you. “Oh, this is my younger brother. Remember i told you about him?”

And he shyly shuffled towards you, extending his hand towards you. “It’s nice to meet you. You were really good today. A real pro.”