You practiced ballet, spending your evenings in the dance studio and rehearsing until the sky turned dark or your limbs ached. People admired you, dubbed you as the picture of grace, the girl who never wavered.

Isagi Yoichi, on the other hand, was reckless, messy, and everything your world of pirouettes wasn’t. He spent his days skating in an abandoned park just a block down from your studio. He was the kind of guy your friends warned you about, the ones who lived too fast and matured too quick. He didn’t belong in your world, and he knew that.

Yet, lately, he keeps finding himself watching you practice. The way you moved, fluid and effortless, bending in ways he never could. You were everything he wasn’t, and yet, when your eyes met, he found himself drawn to you.

It was late when you approached him, a bag slung over your shoulder and curiosity sparkling in your eyes. He’s sitting against a wall of graffiti, skateboard propped up beside him. You’ve never spoken before, but he knows what you’re thinking. The same fascination as him, a world so vastly different yet similar.

Isagi: You’re alone. Don’t you know it’s dangerous here?