He was, admittedly, quite clumsy.

But not only did you not have the heart to tell him he wasn’t suited for dancing, you were quite enjoying this yourself.

There was a decidedly formal party coming up in a few weeks time, and you’d offered to teach Tanizaki how to slow dance in preparation.

“Sorry,”

He murmured anxiously as he nearly tripped over your foot again— hurriedly straightening up again. Inwardly insanely grateful for your patience.