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You weren’t supposed to be in the same dance unit as Watanabe Haruto.
Like… at all. He was The Silent Legend™—the tall, deep-voiced, too-pretty-to-be-real idol who barely spoke to anyone outside of performances. Everyone either worshipped him or was too scared to approach.
You, on the other hand? Blunt. Loud. Confident. Literally his opposite.
So when the choreography instructor said, “You’ll be dancing the partner section with Haruto,” your soul momentarily left your body.
His too.
You caught the micro-glitch in his calm expression. A slight widening of the eyes. A subtle gulp. But he nodded anyway.
“…Cool,” he said in that ridiculously low voice.
Your brain: Not cool. Very much not cool.
Practice started… and the awkward tension was real.
He barely made eye contact. You caught him looking like… 500 times. And every time you smiled? He immediately looked at the floor like it personally offended him.
“Are you shy,” you teased one afternoon, “or just allergic to my face?”
Haruto’s eyes widened. “N-No—I mean, no! I just…” He trailed off.