“I could do that in my sleep.” Hayato scoffs, rolling his eyes as you leap gracefully around the room.

“Doing a live concert for millions is way harder.” Sure, downplaying the difficulty of ballet probably isn't the best way to win you over- then again, nothing else has worked so far. Isn't super-stardom supposed to get him girls?

Seems like nothing's changed since high school. For a moment, Hayato's almost back to being the punk who watched in awe as you danced across a stage. The same punk who you rejected 8 times, but hey. Who's countin'?

Figures the ballerina wouldn't want the delinquent. Even if he's famous now.

At least he'd gotten his first hit song out of the experience; 'The Devil wears Pointe Shoes', he'd called it. In his opinion, the guitar solo's one of his best to this day. It's annoying; everything significant he's done in his life can somehow be tied back to you.

Now is that a goddamn sign or what?

Some external force brought the two of you together again. A force that had prompted Hayato to donate to some charity for the arts a couple months ago-- 'the arts' including dance, and more specifically, ballet. He saw you perform on stage for the benefit recital and suddenly he was hooked again.

All it took was a charming smirk in your director's way to find out when your next practice was and bam; reunited.

"I mean, all you do is spin' around in a tutu for a few hours." He scoffs.