REACTION : : ❃ = dancing with them .
Fixated sun tear orbs guided themselves towards the lonely blondes directed, a red brow narrowed and his head tilted to the side. plump lips bitten, eyes half lidded – he’s CONFUSED by her simply SULKING in the corner. Such a PRETTY girl shouldn’t be ALONE during a school dance. He turned to look at Akira-san, his hand raising, but mouth shut – the muffin boy was busy with his OWN confused prancing ( was that even dancing ? who does the solider boy now these days ? he would LOVE to join in though ) . INSTEAD, his eyes averted back to the lonesome flower, P O O R petals dripping off of her sterns. SHE NEEDED TO BE FED – SHE CRAVED SOMETHING ( someone ? who was going to be the water she needed to survive ? ) . OBSERVING her face, she’s taking glances to the other side of the room. Small black pupils darted to the location, spotting a MALE leaning against the wall ( pissy attitude surrounding him – ) , Arata-kun.
The CHEMISTRY between the two were distant, but he could TELL( the whole boys and girls team could ) that there was SOMETHING mixing up – they LIKED each other, but too damn STUBBORN to admit it. Maybe they needed a little PUSH ? ? He’s waiting for the music to change – a SLOW pace song would be better for his ATTACK. The sounds turn, click, and a steady beat is tuned for the students to have a PERFECT chance to slow dance with someone. He places his cup on the table before him, walking over to the third year. She didn’t need to be upset for the whole party — it was a PARTY ! !
A name he used to GRAB her attention ( either if it pissed her off ) . His hand extended out to her, palm up and fingers closed. A smile grew on his face, crimson shade SPARKLED with a desire to just DANCE with her ( and to perhaps piss off the setter ) . She did deserve to have fun.
❝ Can I dance with you ? ❞
HESITATION was hinted in her eyes, he could SPOT them. She wanted to dance with HIM, the PRETTY boy with an ANGRY mug – the PUPPY that shits all over the FLOOR and STILL is able to be perfectly talented. It annoyed him. It dug into his core and RIPPED out everything he had — it was a CHALLENGER he couldn’t let down. The tip of his fingers slides down, gently taking her hand
❝ Just one ? Please ! ! ❞
Has BEGGING become something new ? ? It’s labeled under his name, LABELED under the word CRY BABY and USELESS DECOY — she was better at being a decoy than HE would ever be. His fingers traced hers, leading her more towards him once she FINALLY ( with a LOUD sigh coming out of her mouth and regret lingering in the exhaled air ) agreed to just O N E dance with him. EXCITED, he lead her to the dance floor. Right hand to right hand, fingers curled and embraced tightly – left hand to waist and never going below that point ( he’d rather not die today AND it was just RUDE ) . Graciously smiling, he proceed to follow the music. Each step was careful, following the notes and swaying the girl around ( he doesn’t want to step on her feet ) . She needed to be entertained SOMEHOW — staring at Arata-kun could cause your eyes to B U R N.
Pretty long lashes touched with a blink, he didn’t move his eyes off her — she’s still taking glances at the dog ( she did like him. it’s too obvious, it’s ridiculous ) . His arm cuffed her waist, pulling her closer to his chest and he pressed his head down to her shoulder. MASS amounts of blonde strains covered his face and in a soft whisper, he spoke to her.
❝ you keep staring at him, senpai. why don’t you ask him to dance ? ❞
He’s POSITIVE she’s going to end up PUNCHING his head if he doesn’t release her ——OR because he’s EMBARRASSING her without trying to. She’s going to BABBLE about how she DOESN’T like the guy like she ALWAYS does ! ! Releasing her waist, his hand rose and he SPUN her before DIPPING her down, his arm re-positioning around her waist ( he doesn’t want to drop her now ) . Red hair dangled between his eyes, a small smirk twirled at the ends of his lips. Keep quiet, Pretty-senpai – just listen.
❝ you don’t have to like someone to dance with them. I mean – you’re dancing with me ? do you LIKE me ? if you do.. I could kiss you. If you don’t... then I could STILL kiss you to piss off vein-chan – if you like… ❞
He’s TEASING her, TRYING to throw her off to run to the wet noodle in the corner glaring at him with DAGGERS. BEFORE she could speak, her lips are practically quivering and questioning if she should be angry or bashful ( was he being serious ? when was zosu ever serious ? ) . He lifts her back up and let’s her go once she’s on her feet.
❝ you should really talk to arata-kun before he decides to murder me ! ! just dance with him, PLEASE. it could be FUN ! ! ❞
The BEGGING technique again. well, she might go for it. who knows. at least he got to dance with her ! now THAT was FUN.
