Crack, shall we?
Dance Dance
Shunsui was stumbling towards his quarters after a very late night that had turned into an early morning when he heard music, but it was not like any music he had ever heard before. And, even more puzzling, it sounded like it was coming from his darling Nanao-chan's room. Strange. He knew Nanao was an early riser, but he suddenly realized he had no idea what she did so early in the morning.
Shunsui simply had to investigate.
Shunsui did not stop to consider that perhaps Nanao would not take kindly to being disturbed in the early dawn by her drunken captain. Shunsui also did not pause to consider that the music Nanao was listening to had a driving beat and that perhaps she rose early to have time to herself.
So when he caught Nanao dancing and singing to her feather duster, he wasn't quite sure what to do.
Neither, it seemed, was Nanao. Her cheeks flamed red as she stopped swaying and slowly lowered the feather duster to her side, away from her gaping mouth.
"Nanao-chan. . .?" was all Shunsui could say.
"Sir," Nanao answered tightly without looking at his face, and Shunsui suspected she was extremely embarrassed. The danger of that assumption, however, did not register in his hazy mind, and Shunsui did the unthinkable.
"Nanao-chan, why didn't you tell me you could dance like that?" he asked with wonder and admiration. Early morning light glinted off Nanao's glasses, and her eyes narrowed.
Perhaps it was a century of practicing thinking while inebriated, or perhaps it was some latent sense of preservation, but whatever the case, something alerted Shunsui that that had been the wrong thing to say.
Shunsui looked at Nanao, who seemed to be trembling with rage. He tried to communicate with apologetic eyes a promise to never speak of this again while he backed slowly out of the room.
In the hall, he hurried as quickly as he could (which was fairly difficult because he didn't seem to be able to walk in a straight line) back to his rooms. He did not sense Nanao following, so he hoped she was calming down in her room. He wanted to sleep off his hangover, and he didn't want an angry Nanao-chan yelling at him to do some paperwork for punishment in only a few hours' time.
Still, he smiled to himself, it had been worth it. Because now he knew: his Nanao-chan liked to dance. While he slept, he decided, he would think of some way to see that dance again.