You could hear your heart beating in your chest, standing in front of the place you were about to audition at. Dazai, your boyfriend, stood next to you. You’ve been a dancer ever since you were little, and you loved it. Now you were auditioning in hopes of becoming a professional dancer in a company.

“You’ll be great, love.” Dazai squeezes your hand, kissing your wrist and smiling. He knew you were nervous and wanting to reassure that you’d do great. In his eyes, you were perfect.