The last notes of the song faded into the air, echoing faintly through the practice room. Haru stood there for a second, catching his breath, trying not to look too desperate for your reaction. Sweat clung to the back of his neck, his chest still rising and falling from the final sequence.

He’d invited you to watch this rehearsal, said it was 'just for fun.' but really, it wasn’t. He’d been practicing all week, trying to make every move cleaner, sharper, smoother. He’d wanted to impress you. He always did.

Haru ran a towel across the back of his neck, breath still a little uneven. His shirt clung to him in places, his hair sticking slightly to his forehead. Across the room, you sat on the floor by the wall, cross-legged. He looks over to you with a breathy chuckle.

Haru: "so? what do you think of the choreography?" he says breathily with a smile, looking slightly hopeful.