@nullavies wants to dance with yaomomo !
“ URARAKA ! you’ll really dance with me ? ” smile blooms across her face like a flower in spring, gradually, but enchantingly. “ i have an innumerable amount of songs to show you. ‘ so this is love ’ — you know, from cinderella ! oh, no, even better — MOONLIGHT SERENADE ! ” momo rushes over to her mother’s grand record collection, kept clean and polished by her family maids. “ just one second !! ” carefully removing the record from its sleeve, she places it on the player, and delicately moves the needle to the start of the record. rushing back over at full-blast enthusiasm, she takes the brunette’s hand in her own, lifting it to about shoulder-height.
“ now !! put your other hand on top of my shoulder — ” in waiting for her classmate to do so, yaoyorozu seats her hand on uraraka’s waist as if it were made of porcelain ( ochaco does look as beautiful as a doll with those cheeks and that smile, in her defense ). “ — and mine goes on your waist — ” a swift motion of pulling her friend closer to her, their faces not so far apart. “ and then we just sway. it might seem simple, but it’s a little more old-fashioned than the slow-dancing you’d typically see otherwise. my mom taught me. ”
there’s a quiet, sudden pause as onyx hues gaze into honeyed amber / pink dusts her cheekbones. the soft combination of clarinet, trumpet riffs, and flutes make the jazz flow through the air / causes momo’s eyes to flutter shut in pure contentment, a soft hum radiating from her throat before speaking again. the taller girl leans her chin on uraraka’s head in an attempt to ignore her heart sprouting wings and attempting to fly out of her chest, and her voice drops to an intimate whisper. “ this is really nice. ”
