Tabooed • Himuro Tatsuya

"No."

Not even Himuro's most dazzlingly smile could break you.

The corners of his lips lowered; turning his grin into a small frown.

"Come on (Name)," He attempted to coax you into standing but it was to no avail. You wouldn't budge from your place on the leather couch, "Just one dance."

"No." You turned your head from your boyfriend in an adult-like pout. Every fiber of your body was against such lewd movements. To be fair, there really wasn't anything inappropriate about the swaying actions, but in your mind the word 'dancing' itself was a taboo. Some girls were just not born with the talent.

"(Name)..." Himuro touched your forearm, "I'm sorry for making you angry." He dipped down in his head, as if wanting to peck your lips in an apology. You closed your eyes and waited for the soft familiar taste of his mouth.

Arms enclosed around your waist and hoisted you up, "N-no! Tastuya!"

Your stupid idiot partner laughed whole twirling you around the room. He stepped in his own original rhythm and hummed quietly after placing an apologetic kiss on your cheek.

"See (Name)? Isn't this fun?"

"No."

Was is that wrong to not want to embarrass yourself informs of your most favorite person in the world?