TomoKai. I don't own POT.
Five steps to falling in love.
IceDancer!Tomoka and Kittenloving!Kaidoh
i.
She was a natural dancer, her small slight form weaving elegant patterns on the ice rink. There was something mesmerizing about the gravity defying moves she performed. The awe inspiring performances and the grace that accompanied every movement she made. Even the smile she faked through every performance.
ii.
The severe look on his face seemed to have been hand crafted to mould and fit his features; turning his eyes into an ebony steel, infusing his body with a sense of purpose and his aura with an air of unshakable determination.
Tomoka sat up straighter, wondering exactly when her admiration for kao- kaidou-sempai had blossomed. Needless to say the night was a sleepless one for her.
iii.
Very few things were capable of capturing his attention for more than a few fleeting seconds, like tennis, kittens, training and maybe, the sound of rich, full laughter from a certain red head with dancing russet eyes from behind a curtain of grey rain.
iv.
"Do you have a penchant for falling sick, Osakada?" a biting voice cut through her rain addled attention. Slowly, as though waking from a pleasant dream, Tomo looked at her sempai holding his umbrella over her head, a severe expression adorning his face. She smiled and patted the seat beside her.
"Falling sick? No. Daydreaming before empty tennis courts in a downpour? Yes." She wrinkled her nose adorably at him. Unamused, he drew an old fashioned square white kerchief from his coat and leaned in, as if to wipe her face but moved away after reconsidering. She reached out, brought his hand, and thereby his face, so close that they were just a breath away from each other. Ebony locked with russet.
"Do it" she whispers in a hypnotic voice. There was little to be done but comply.
v.
It wasn't the easiest thing they had done. They were too volatile to let their relationship continue but they were too stubborn to let it go as well. Her performances were dazzling as she brimmed to overflowing with an innate glow. His performance grew level headed and analytical. There were fights, arguments. There were sickeningly romantic dates and passionate, knee-buckling kisses; and everything in between.