[It's all electric. Eichi feels it in every brush. Even if they move close enough that the air around them shifts, he wants to shiver and holds it in, capturing that tension and pushing it forward. Momentum, energy. He doesn't want to ruin this.
And so, he acts as light would. His motions are graceful and ethereal, but there's a new sort of energy behind them so separate from his old days of fine. Every touch from Wataru has him pulling towards him like a magnet, every turn away has him weighted. It's clear, they're drawn to one another in this act, repelled and then drawn again, and it's more intimate each time. Closer, closer, he can feel the heat of Wataru's body more than his own sometimes, and he breathes deep, sensual...
Ahh. He's losing himself to this a bit. But that's the best, isn't it? Normally, he saves this for the stage, but they have to be sure that it's perfect. That it will be just right for their debut. He gives it his all, slender fingers drawing back against Wataru in one motion, dragging down, and then he turns away, waiting to be chased, to be pulled, yanked. His heart is beating faster and faster, they're almost at the end of the song and...
God, Wataru is gorgeous. It wasn't his hair alone. Even now, his hair is still gorgeous, but his eyes are that beautiful purple, his skin is flawless, his figure... just slightly broader shoulders than Eichi, yet he's strong, so capable of movement, he's perfect.
He presses forward, both his hand and his chest pressing to Wataru's front, knowing he's meant to push back here, and their faces are close, for this rather intimate line in the song that they're not yet singing. His eyes have been staying locked on to Wataru's for some time now.]
[Every movement tells their story. The violence of second year, the triumphant breakthrough on the roof. Every single moment they've shared together is reflected in this dance, Wataru thinks, all portrayed by the push and pull, the weaving together of different styles, the way it comes together in the end where their palms touch and--
Wataru's hand is up, but Eichi's isn't. Eichi is closer than he's supposed to be, Eichi is staring, all it would take is a little courage and Wataru could close that gap and forget the rest of the dance. Is this a test? Is he seeing if Wataru will give in and come to him? Is he waiting for an opportunity?
They stand there, frozen, as the last few lines play. Then the clicks at the lead of the track start playing, the track repeats, and Wataru's chest aches as he stands there, stock still, staring into ice. Beautiful ice, half melted into pools he could get lost in forever. If only he could!
He tips forward slightly, their lips millimeters apart, when an alarm on Wataru's phone cuts through the music and startles him away. Staggering back, he looks away shyly, a hand clutched over his heart. Slowly, he heads over to his phone to silence the alarm. He can't say a word. He feels the tension between them, so thick it's like they're both being strangled by the red string that ties them together. The alarm is killed, then the rehearsal track, and Wataru stays on the ground, kneeling beside his phone, trying to catch his breath and hide a suddenly very awkward part of himself.]
Ah, we almost had it. I think that went really well! Tomorrow, we can try again, right? It's dinner time, after all.
[It was so close. Time slowed, his heart was beating in his ears, his throat was tight, and then... just as he had been about to lean closer, Wataru pulls back, and the motion has him bringing a hand to his own head so he doesn't stumble forward. He feels faint. He... he feels too hot. He almost lost his control, didn't he? He wonders if Wataru was startled away because he saw that look in his eyes. If maybe that lustful desire had shown too much. He's ashamed now, embarrassed and looking elsewhere, trying unsuccessfully to steady himself.]
R-right, it is, isn't it? The staff will already be setting it out, and we can leave things as they are in here without any cleanup for now. [Breath heavy, worse than before, he takes an unsteady step towards the door.]
Once we change, let's meet back in the dining room.
[Right now, he thinks he needs to step outside and get some air. If Wataru doesn't stop him, he's going to hurry to walk and do that Right Now.]
[Wataru can only manage a small whimper as Eichi leaves, because it's not like he'll maintain his own dignity if he goes after him. Stupid bodies. Stupid hormones!! Wataru curses his whole system!
He eventually returns to his room, changing into nicer clothes for dinner, but he hesitates to even go. Yet hunger drives him there, and try as they both might to discuss the show, their unit, anything, it all ends in awkward silence. He excuses himself before dessert, even.
It's a few hours later, and all the loneliness has gotten to Wataru. This mansion is too big, too lonely. He pulls out his phone and fires off a message to Eichi.]
[The buzz and chime of his phone surprises him, but when he pulls it over to look at the screen, his heart soars. So, Wataru wasn't weirded out too much by how awkward everything had seemed? Eichi felt like he was creating it all himself. He longed for him, for brushes of skin, eye contact, everything. Even passing things over the table was like slow torture. So Eichi, who normally was the first to fall asleep, was wide awake, left staring at the ceiling and wondering how to calm himself even now.
But this message makes everything feel exciting again. Ahh, but it's nice, isn't it? That Wataru still wants to message him. That he's doing it so late. Could that mean...?]
Fufu. ♪ You're still awake, Wataru? Did you need me to have anything brought to you?
[After everything they've been through together, Wataru won't let awkwardness between them last forever. He's feeling isolated, when the point of all this was to make them a stronger unit. All he's doing is laying here watching Netflix documentaries and movies constantly. He can do that at home! With his beloved parents!]
I'm still awake~☆ I keep running through our choreography in my mind and trying to think of how to improve it! But is there really a way to improve upon your perfection?
[ That’s— he laughs softly, at his phone, fingers tracing along the edge of it before he replies. ]
You flatter me too much. Isn’t it you who’s perfect in this? I was trying my best to find things to critique, but your moves were lovely enough to be mesmerizing. I enjoyed every bit of it.
[Wataru holds his phone close to hia face, reading the message with a growing smile. Eichi...]
I've hardly been able to see you dance like this! Isn't it interesting, playing such a masculine role? Nothing of the androgyny of angels, but a full and perfect expression of your powerful heart~☆ As for me, I've simply been practicing when you can't see me! Be careful to keep your eyes steady on me or you'll miss something vital~🎵
[Wataru is definitely thinking about Eichi's eyes and losing himself in that thought. He's so... ethereal sometimes. Wataru kicks his feet a bit and curls up on his side.]
If you keep your eyes on me, and only me, you might see something surprising. I'd prefer your eyes stay fixed on me, so no one else will be able to take you away. You're not prone to straying, are you? You could carve out room in your heart just for me, and I'd give you everything you ever dared dream of.
I don’t have time for things that lose my interest... You’re nothing like that, Wataru. I never grow tired of you. If anything, I want to be closer. I want your eyes on me.
[ His face is so hot typing this but it’s much easier with distance like this... He is keeping this message from Wataru forever, also. Never deleting. ]
[Wataru's face heats up, too, and he's grateful for the safety of texting. He can say whatever he wants, like this.]
I'll keep my eyes raptly focused on you, and only you. Every inch of you, every curve of your body and every hair on your head! I've never been so enthralled.
When will you take what you want?
[Wataru buries his face in a pillow and makes a quiet, distressed sound. Why did he say that? Maybe it's not safe after all.]
[ Ah— his heart is racing. He takes longer to reply purely because he’s wondering if it’s all in his head somehow and his reply might be too much, but... ]
I normally take things I want without pause, but you’re something special, aren’t you? Wataru. I can’t reach the stars.
I'm no star, no distant light your hands can't reach! I'm here, the other half of you, aren't I? The darkness to your light, or perhaps the light to your darkness. We live so honestly now, branded in absolutes and grounded in our humanity.
What if I offered myself?
What if my pride meant nothing and I threw myself at your feet?
If I lowered myself from the perceived heavens to reside beside you on earth, would you reach out your hands? Would you claim me, if I was freely offered?
[Eichi is surely too stubborn to entertain such a fantastic notion, but Wataru is curled up now and his breathing is shallow, anticipating the rejection, the reassurance that his own desires are nothing but fantasy.]
Is that really a question? I’d reach out and embrace you. It’s a little embarrassing to say that so earnestly though... You’re not teasing me, are you?
What reason do I have to tease? If Eichi were to embrace me, of course I might never be the same! Like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis, I'd be more Amazing than ever!
I'll hold you close until you decide for yourself whether it's suitably warm, or whether we need to work together to warm things up more.
[Feeling bold, Wataru sends Eichi a follow-up in the form of a selfie. He's laid back on the pillows, shirt collar askew, hair fanned out around his head. He has his free hand over his heart, clutching at the fabric there, and he's making a very soft, plaintive expression.]
[ Needless to say, it takes him a bit longer to calm down from that, as well as to situate himself where he can try to look sexy himself. A few buttons of his silk pajamas undone as if carelessly, hair messed up juuuust slightly, purposefully, and a small, inviting smile with a flattering angle. Snap! He sends that. ]
Is it possible that I’m feeling warmer already? Even if I want to feel warmer still... I wonder if I should wander down that long hallway to you?
[It's all Wataru can do to just stare at that picture and not do something... questionable. His face is pleasantly blushed, and he bites at his lower lip and make a soft sound of protest at the whole affair.
Then he removes his shirt and sets it aside, down to only loose pajama pants as he takes a selfie to show Eichi as much, that he's also getting warmer, that he's so embarrassed by the whole thing but in an attractive way.]
Is this better? Are you so warm now that you'll stay away from me, and leave me to deal with this chill all alone?
[ Saving that picture, thank you... He’s breathing shallowly when he remembers to breathe, and takes another picture, a little more sultry in his expression. ]
I mean it, you know. If I showed up at your door, I wonder what you’d do?
Why, I'd devour you whole. Steal you away from the world the way you stole my heart. I'd beg you to make me yours and never leave me behind again. Show you a magic I've never shown anyone else.
[He's saving both of those sultry Eichi pics and not showing an ounce of shame for it. When he's alone and they're not just teasing each other endlessly, he'll look at those photos and remind himself why he's not good enough to stay by Eichi's side. Why he's weak. But it will feel good until the guilt sets in.]
[ Eichi doesn’t reply to that. He reads it three times, then moves quickly, down the hall, leaving his door shut so no one questions that he’s missing. He slips into Wataru’s room so quickly and out of breath that it might be alarming, but the light from his phone is illuminating his face, still having Wataru’s text open, and as Eichi shuts and locks this door behind him, he looks both eager and vulnerable.
He doesn’t say anything, yet, simply standing shyly in front of the now locked door with his phone clutched close and shining on his face, his shallow breaths a little louder than usual. ]
[Wataru sits up in alarm when the door opens, but once he realizes it's Eichi, he slowly sets his phone aside and nervously fusses with his braid. He did it. He got him in here. What now?]
Eichi...
[He slides over to make room on the too large bed and holds a hand out.]
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And so, he acts as light would. His motions are graceful and ethereal, but there's a new sort of energy behind them so separate from his old days of fine. Every touch from Wataru has him pulling towards him like a magnet, every turn away has him weighted. It's clear, they're drawn to one another in this act, repelled and then drawn again, and it's more intimate each time. Closer, closer, he can feel the heat of Wataru's body more than his own sometimes, and he breathes deep, sensual...
Ahh. He's losing himself to this a bit. But that's the best, isn't it? Normally, he saves this for the stage, but they have to be sure that it's perfect. That it will be just right for their debut. He gives it his all, slender fingers drawing back against Wataru in one motion, dragging down, and then he turns away, waiting to be chased, to be pulled, yanked. His heart is beating faster and faster, they're almost at the end of the song and...
God, Wataru is gorgeous. It wasn't his hair alone. Even now, his hair is still gorgeous, but his eyes are that beautiful purple, his skin is flawless, his figure... just slightly broader shoulders than Eichi, yet he's strong, so capable of movement, he's perfect.
He presses forward, both his hand and his chest pressing to Wataru's front, knowing he's meant to push back here, and their faces are close, for this rather intimate line in the song that they're not yet singing. His eyes have been staying locked on to Wataru's for some time now.]
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Wataru's hand is up, but Eichi's isn't. Eichi is closer than he's supposed to be, Eichi is staring, all it would take is a little courage and Wataru could close that gap and forget the rest of the dance. Is this a test? Is he seeing if Wataru will give in and come to him? Is he waiting for an opportunity?
They stand there, frozen, as the last few lines play. Then the clicks at the lead of the track start playing, the track repeats, and Wataru's chest aches as he stands there, stock still, staring into ice. Beautiful ice, half melted into pools he could get lost in forever. If only he could!
He tips forward slightly, their lips millimeters apart, when an alarm on Wataru's phone cuts through the music and startles him away. Staggering back, he looks away shyly, a hand clutched over his heart. Slowly, he heads over to his phone to silence the alarm. He can't say a word. He feels the tension between them, so thick it's like they're both being strangled by the red string that ties them together. The alarm is killed, then the rehearsal track, and Wataru stays on the ground, kneeling beside his phone, trying to catch his breath and hide a suddenly very awkward part of himself.]
Ah, we almost had it. I think that went really well! Tomorrow, we can try again, right? It's dinner time, after all.
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R-right, it is, isn't it? The staff will already be setting it out, and we can leave things as they are in here without any cleanup for now. [Breath heavy, worse than before, he takes an unsteady step towards the door.]
Once we change, let's meet back in the dining room.
[Right now, he thinks he needs to step outside and get some air. If Wataru doesn't stop him, he's going to hurry to walk and do that Right Now.]
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He eventually returns to his room, changing into nicer clothes for dinner, but he hesitates to even go. Yet hunger drives him there, and try as they both might to discuss the show, their unit, anything, it all ends in awkward silence. He excuses himself before dessert, even.
It's a few hours later, and all the loneliness has gotten to Wataru. This mansion is too big, too lonely. He pulls out his phone and fires off a message to Eichi.]
🌹🕊🌠
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But this message makes everything feel exciting again. Ahh, but it's nice, isn't it? That Wataru still wants to message him. That he's doing it so late. Could that mean...?]
Fufu. ♪ You're still awake, Wataru? Did you need me to have anything brought to you?
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I'm still awake~☆ I keep running through our choreography in my mind and trying to think of how to improve it! But is there really a way to improve upon your perfection?
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You flatter me too much. Isn’t it you who’s perfect in this? I was trying my best to find things to critique, but your moves were lovely enough to be mesmerizing. I enjoyed every bit of it.
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I've hardly been able to see you dance like this! Isn't it interesting, playing such a masculine role? Nothing of the androgyny of angels, but a full and perfect expression of your powerful heart~☆ As for me, I've simply been practicing when you can't see me! Be careful to keep your eyes steady on me or you'll miss something vital~🎵
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I’d hate for that to happen... I should work to keep my eyes on you more, then~? Even when I so rarely look away.
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If you keep your eyes on me, and only me, you might see something surprising. I'd prefer your eyes stay fixed on me, so no one else will be able to take you away. You're not prone to straying, are you? You could carve out room in your heart just for me, and I'd give you everything you ever dared dream of.
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[ His face is so hot typing this but it’s much easier with distance like this... He is keeping this message from Wataru forever, also. Never deleting. ]
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I'll keep my eyes raptly focused on you, and only you. Every inch of you, every curve of your body and every hair on your head! I've never been so enthralled.
When will you take what you want?
[Wataru buries his face in a pillow and makes a quiet, distressed sound. Why did he say that? Maybe it's not safe after all.]
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I normally take things I want without pause, but you’re something special, aren’t you? Wataru. I can’t reach the stars.
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I'm no star, no distant light your hands can't reach! I'm here, the other half of you, aren't I? The darkness to your light, or perhaps the light to your darkness. We live so honestly now, branded in absolutes and grounded in our humanity.
What if I offered myself?
What if my pride meant nothing and I threw myself at your feet?
If I lowered myself from the perceived heavens to reside beside you on earth, would you reach out your hands? Would you claim me, if I was freely offered?
[Eichi is surely too stubborn to entertain such a fantastic notion, but Wataru is curled up now and his breathing is shallow, anticipating the rejection, the reassurance that his own desires are nothing but fantasy.]
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Is that really a question? I’d reach out and embrace you. It’s a little embarrassing to say that so earnestly though... You’re not teasing me, are you?
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[Feeling bold, Wataru sends Eichi a follow-up in the form of a selfie. He's laid back on the pillows, shirt collar askew, hair fanned out around his head. He has his free hand over his heart, clutching at the fabric there, and he's making a very soft, plaintive expression.]
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Is it possible that I’m feeling warmer already? Even if I want to feel warmer still... I wonder if I should wander down that long hallway to you?
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Then he removes his shirt and sets it aside, down to only loose pajama pants as he takes a selfie to show Eichi as much, that he's also getting warmer, that he's so embarrassed by the whole thing but in an attractive way.]
Is this better? Are you so warm now that you'll stay away from me, and leave me to deal with this chill all alone?
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I mean it, you know. If I showed up at your door, I wonder what you’d do?
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[He's saving both of those sultry Eichi pics and not showing an ounce of shame for it. When he's alone and they're not just teasing each other endlessly, he'll look at those photos and remind himself why he's not good enough to stay by Eichi's side. Why he's weak. But it will feel good until the guilt sets in.]
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He doesn’t say anything, yet, simply standing shyly in front of the now locked door with his phone clutched close and shining on his face, his shallow breaths a little louder than usual. ]
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Eichi...
[He slides over to make room on the too large bed and holds a hand out.]
I was lonely...
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