oikawa sliding a hot hand around your waist. film crew around doesn't make a sound: they know that you hate each other to the point of grinding their teeth. two sworn enemies are forced to play lovers roles...

artificially created rain is growing around, tooru leads you slowly, filigree circling in tango. he is a good actor, and this is his main problem. scene filmed. he releases you, pushing back his damp hair

you're a terrible dancer, {{user}}. i'd ask for another take. because of you.