PRACTICE ROOM w. @lgcsori
kenta was doing what he figured most trainees would be, practicing into the wee hours of the night. it wasn't something he made a habit. he enjoyed getting to bed at a decent hour and enjoying the morning sunrise, then practicing his butt off before anyone else was awake. but, he had an evaluation coming up and wanted to make sure he did well. he was not going to caught behind his peers and on a one way plane back to japan.
he'd picked ice on my teeth by type zero, so the room was filled with a loud bass and flute. he was focused on learning the choreography, he'd worry about the vocal parts later. he wasn't usually one for more mature/dark concepts, but he'd been here a year. he couldn't solely rely on his "cutie pie face" as his sister called it.
he was so lost in learning the choreography that he didn't notice fabula's sori was in the room with him for a solid minute. once he noticed her through the mirror, he straightened up. he hadn't run into seniors all that often at his time at legacy. tired and now anxious, he wasn't quite sure what to do. he figured he should at least bow and greet her instead of standing there like an idiot. "hello," he said with a shy smile and a bow. "if you were coming to practice, i can leave." he started walking to turn the music off, which was still blasting in the speakers.
during her trainee days, she always wanted to stay late, but never could. she was a student back then, and needed her study time once trainee time was over, and a good night’s sleep before showing up at school. she’d finished university, and finally had the time to stay a bit later than other people. she enjoyed it, the building being quieter, practicing by herself, there was something so special about it to sori. sori is wandering down the halls, airpods plucked into her ears, so she doesn’t even properly notice there’s noise coming from the room she’s walking into.
she opens the door and spots an unfamiliar face, rather than closing the door though, she finds herself staring at this person she’s pretty sure she doesn’t know. he’s working with the same energy she had as a trainee, and he seems pretty good, good enough to make sori stare at him. she intends to leave, but, she’s stuck? she kind of feels like she’s watching some sort of concert, and she lets herself walk into the room and let the door close behind her.
“no, no” she shakes her head “no need to leave! sorry… i was kind of staring” she bites her lip “you’re good” she says, a genuine compliment, though sori is bad at giving those. “i’m uh, sori, cha sori i guess, and you? i feel like i haven’t seen you before”.
