"Hey, Sage!" Zack beamed with a smile. "Why aren't you dancin'? Hm? dunno how? peshaw, let me help." and Zack pulls on Akira's hand and (kindly) pulls him towards the center of the dance floor. With quick steps, he pulls Akira closer, hand rest on his waist (more like hovering but u know to make sure he does not run away now.) "Follow my moves, okay? It's easy and you're smart! You'll get them quickly."
"Huh? Wha—no, Zack, wait, I—" the complaints stay at their prior place, left behind with their concerns and reflections. Had they actually made an attempt, dug their heels in the ground with a proper 'no', they might've been able to stop him. They don't, instead taken along with the surprise and beating heart when being looked for. Murr had taken their hand in a similar manner once, and even though such a dance was nothing but a whirlwind they could hesitantly, and proudly, add it to their list of experience. It was just...that time had been in front of their friends, while now...
Ah, things like this always seemed to happen around these people.
Cheeks tinted red, he's so close, a scene straight out of something like a fairytale. This didn't happen in normal life, and for a brief second something deep in their mind wonders if they're dreaming. Had it not been for the gnawing worry of embarrassing their friends they might've indulged such a thought further. Instead, the fear started to feel silly. Because Zack put his trust in them. Regardless if he had noticed their anxiety or not, that made them happy, and before they know it they're smiling at him again. Even someone like them, in a moment like this, could be saved by a hero.
"I-I'll do my best!" it was the least they could do to show their appreciation.