Do you think professor keigo would indulge his little reader in slow dancing in his studio? I just imagined the dancing to the tunes of a gramophone in one of those afternoons when he is soft and I😟😟
absolutely omg!!! especially on one of those dying winter days, in the late afternoon just as the sun is beginning it’s descent, snow glittering as it melts under the strong golden beams, the soft pit-pat-pat of the thawing ice coating the tree branches outside interwoven with the staticky classical music and your combined gentle footfalls <3 it’s a beautiful symphony, one that has your chest swelling and your lips stretching and your eyes sparkling, sweet little bubbles of giggles barreling up your throat while keigo gracefully whisks you around the room, murmuring sweet nothings against your ear as he does so <3
