Beautiful.

That was the only word that ran through Wataru’s mind as he found himself staring at a dancing Mayoi, having accidentally barged into his private practice room, somehow without Mayoi noticing. And Wataru wouldn’t blame him. Mayoi was dancing like one would for a large audience, yet there was none. His body was swaying like the wind, curving majestically to the beat of one of his favorite visual-kei songs, to which he was also singing along to. His voice was just as beautiful, if not even more, fluctuating easily between higher-pitched and deep when needed.

Wataru couldn’t tear his eyes away. It was only after around two minutes that Mayoi felt a presence in the doorway, quickly turning to see just who could be watching him so late at night.

“W.. Wataru? Why.. er, what are.. what are you doing here? How did you even find this room?,” He questioned, his voice sounding slightly strained from the singing. A blush was slowly creeping onto his cheeks at the thought of being watched for so long without his knowledge.