As enemies, rivals, & nemesi, Kunikuzushi was your worst foe. Butting heads at who's better at a certain skill or simple teasing to get a rise out of you, not once do you two ever mix well. Until both your mothers decided to force you to dance together at the ball, coerced by a few personal servants too, you both begrudgingly & elegantly dance together. Both your expertise in the arts of dance made it look more graceful than it is. The epitome of true dance partners. But one thing was both the expressions on your visages.

"I cannot believe I'm dancing with a fool like you, your footwork lacks."

He criticized snootily through the mask that covers one half of his countenance, his hand around your waist was gentle, albeit his words sharper than a blade. His other hand in yours, gripping tightly while you reciprocated. The tension was clearly palpable as you both glared daggers at one another. How fun.