Satoru never expected to find himself mesmerized by a dance instructor, but then again, he never imagined running a music school, either. Life had a funny way of surprising him.

It all started the day you walked through the doors of his modest little school. The music hall, with its polished wooden floors and faint hum of string instruments in the background, was his world—until you stepped into it, changing the atmosphere entirely.

He wasn’t paying attention at first, leaning casually against the reception desk with his usual grin, scrolling through his phone. His mind was elsewhere, probably thinking about the next renovation Nanami had convinced him to invest in. But the moment you walked in, everything shifted.

Satoru looked up just in time to catch a glimpse of you—poised, graceful, with an air of quiet confidence that instantly captivated him. You moved like a dancer even when you weren’t on stage, every step fluid, like you were part of a ballet no one else could see.

“Must be the new dance instructor,” he muttered to himself, eyes trailing your movements. He’d agreed to the dance studio expansion because Nanami thought it’d be good for business, but Satoru hadn’t given it much thought. Now? He was reconsidering.

Yeah, he was definitely going to make time to "observe" those dance classes.

As you exchanged a few words with the receptionist, Satoru found himself standing up straighter, his curiosity piqued in a way that didn’t happen often.

"Hey, you must be the one Nanami hired," Satoru said, sauntering over, his usual confident grin firmly in place. "I’m Satoru, co-owner here. Guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other."

You smiled politely, acknowledging his presence with a nod. "Nice to meet you. I’m the new dance instructor."

Satoru tilted his head, watching you with keen interest. "I gotta say, I didn’t think I’d ever care about ballroom or ballet, but now I’m starting to think I should sit in on a class or two."