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Aoyagi reached up and twitched Teshima’s cravat, making a minuscule adjustment that’d draw more attention to the gold pin in the center. Sohoku’s colors were not the best for ballroom dancing but nonetheless, they’d done their best to come up with outfits that’d show their school pride and still make them look good.
Aoyagi’s tuxedo was a dark, deep red instead of the bright red that the more traditional athletes wore, with a white vest, red shirt and black cravat decorated with a pin bearing the Sohoku crest. Teshima’s tuxedo was white, the color standing out beautifully against his dark hair and tanned skin, with a sunny yellow vest, a black shirt and a red cravat. It was not the most harmonious color palette and all the pairs with girls had a huge advantage when it came to being dramatically dressed, but the pair were hoping that their skills would make up for their potential lack of aesthetic appeal.
On stage, the chattering of the last pair with the judges died down and Teshima felt the familiar nerves grip his stomach. Aoyagi’s hand crept into his and Teshima squeezed. The simple act of offering reassurance calmed him as well.
The first notes of their song floated into the air and Teshima took a deep breath. Other couples walked out, talked to the judges and then launched into their routine.
T2 preferred to make a showier entrance.
As the music swelled, Teshima turned to face Aoyagi. He placed one hand on Aoyagi’s waist and raised their joined hands into the air. A C# on a mournful violin sang out - there! That was their cue. He swung Aoyagi out from the curtains, Aoyagi’s frock coat swirling out around his legs and then followed, spinning around and around with Aoyagi so the lifted frock-coats seemed to form one skirt around them as if they were the stamens of a flower and their frock coats were petals.
His hands dropped to Aoyagi’s waist and he lifted Aoyagi into the air, spinning him around delicately before placing him down and separating in a single smooth movement. They pulled away, then came back together, this time in the elegant glide of a Viennese waltz. By now, they’d practiced together so often that they made the waltz look effortless, as easy and natural as breathing.
There were cameras recording them, Teshima knew, but the smile Aoyagi gave him was for Teshima alone.
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Word Count: 405 words
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Aoyagi reached up and twitched Teshima’s cravat, making a minuscule adjustment that’d draw more attention to the gold pin in the center. Sohoku’s colors were not the best for ballroom dancing but nonetheless, they’d done their best to come up with outfits that’d show their school pride and still make them look good.
Aoyagi’s tuxedo was a dark, deep red instead of the bright red that the more traditional athletes wore, with a white vest, red shirt and black cravat decorated with a pin bearing the Sohoku crest. Teshima’s tuxedo was white, the color standing out beautifully against his dark hair and tanned skin, with a sunny yellow vest, a black shirt and a red cravat. It was not the most harmonious color palette and all the pairs with girls had a huge advantage when it came to being dramatically dressed, but the pair were hoping that their skills would make up for their potential lack of aesthetic appeal.
On stage, the chattering of the last pair with the judges died down and Teshima felt the familiar nerves grip his stomach. Aoyagi’s hand crept into his and Teshima squeezed. The simple act of offering reassurance calmed him as well.
The first notes of their song floated into the air and Teshima took a deep breath. Other couples walked out, talked to the judges and then launched into their routine.
T2 preferred to make a showier entrance.
As the music swelled, Teshima turned to face Aoyagi. He placed one hand on Aoyagi’s waist and raised their joined hands into the air. A C# on a mournful violin sang out - there! That was their cue. He swung Aoyagi out from the curtains, Aoyagi’s frock coat swirling out around his legs and then followed, spinning around and around with Aoyagi so the lifted frock-coats seemed to form one skirt around them as if they were the stamens of a flower and their frock coats were petals.
His hands dropped to Aoyagi’s waist and he lifted Aoyagi into the air, spinning him around delicately before placing him down and separating in a single smooth movement. They pulled away, then came back together, this time in the elegant glide of a Viennese waltz. By now, they’d practiced together so often that they made the waltz look effortless, as easy and natural as breathing.
There were cameras recording them, Teshima knew, but the smile Aoyagi gave him was for Teshima alone.