mizuki.sano
don't let your imagination get carried away---
DRABBLE•FOUR:;
dance, dance, dance.

The room is dark, the shutters and door closed. Sano takes Mizuki by the hand and pulls her just close enough, so that they are almost touching but not quite. He watches her face change from slightly nervous to a wide smile as they count their steps in rhythm with each other, turning and swaying to music that neither of them can hear. Mizuki's hand fits perfectly in his, and there is just enough height difference between them that he doesn't have to stoop or raise his hands too much, either.

He tries not to circle his hand from her waist to the small of her back, which would bring them closer, because she didn't ask to dance with him because she wanted to be close to him; the rational part of Sano's brain is telling him, repeatedly, that the only reason she asked was because she needed the practice. He can't let himself believe that it's because she is disappointed they didn't end up as partners for the ball. The other part of his brain, the part that's connected to his rapidly beating heart, and to his hand, holding hers, is mostly shut down, no thoughts, only focusing his eyes on hers.

And suddenly they're laughing and twirling, faster and faster, their movements exaggerated which makes them laugh more, and neither of them notice that they're straying away from the center of the room until Sano's foot catches on the bed and they're tumbling, tumbling down.

When he opens his eyes, Sano is staring upward at Mizuki, who is staring down at him in equal shock. Both of their faces are bright red. His arm is still around her waist, and, without thinking, in the shock of the fall, he has pulled her closer, so that the only distance separating them is the distance she's making by propping herself up on her hands. There is a long pause as both try to control their reactions.

Sano imagines pulling her closer, close enough to kiss her, and letting them both fall back onto the bed. He imagines running a hand through her hair, cradling her head with his shoulder, letting his fingers drift along her shoulder blades. He imagines curling up beside her, kissing a line down her jaw, letting her fall asleep with her hand in his, his arm around her waist.

He's jolted back to reality when Mizuki crawls out of the bunk, fast as lightening, stuttering her apologies. Before he can even sit up, she's yelled ( a little louder than necessary ) that she's going to go walk the dog, and bolts out the door. Sano sits up and sighs, and then heads into the bathroom for a shower. A cold one.

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haha. i don't usually like letting sano be a little more perverted than he's made out to be in the manga
( not that he's especially perverted here, but you know )
only i was reading one of the author's notes, i don't remember which volume
and she was like, yeah, sano's secretly a perv.

so i don't feel guilty anymore.

haha.
( disclaimer: i didn't make this one up, myself. well, i embellished some of it. but i'm just putting into words what was in the manga. haha )