Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or period of history known as the French Revolution.
Hani was finished changing into his French Revolution costume. The powdered wig was giving him some trouble, so he left the dressing room in search of Takashi. He spotted his friend just as he'd opened his mouth to call for him. He was as dressed as Hani himself, sans wig, and he was standing silently, looking at something. Hani followed his line of sight and was momentarily breathless.
She was practicing her dance steps in front of an expensive full length mirror. Her ankle was visible where she'd pulled the dress up in order to see her feet, which were covered with dainty shoes. Even though she was frowning and muttering to herself, she was a vision of loveliness.
The only reason Tamaki had been able to talk her into wearing such a thing was because Hikaru had promised to wear one as well, so they could teach their customers the steps to a dance from the appropriate time period. The other hosts were dressed as Lords, and would dance with their customers. Besides, the ladies loved to see the hosts in drag, even though Hikaru was over the top every time.
Hani had finally made up his mind to disturb his friend in the hopes of gaining his help with the troublesome wig when Takashi stepped forward into the mirror's reflection. It took Haruhi a moment to notice him there, but when she did, she jumped.
"Oh, Mori-sempai..." she began, "I didn't see you. I was just making sure I was fit to teach the customers before I joined the others. Are we ready to start?"
In response, Takashi held out his hand to her.
"Thank you," she said, putting her hand in his. "I'm glad you agree that it's really easier to practice when you can see your partner's steps as well."
They began to dance.
At first, Haruhi looked at her own feet and paid a great amount of attention to Takashi's, as well. About halfway through the steps, she began to look up at him, and gain more confidence in the fact that her feet knew what they were doing. One of the final steps was a spin, and Hani was able to see the blush on Haruhi's face in the mirror's reflection as they finished the turn.
He began to creep silently out of the room. He'd ask Kaoru to help him with his costume. Glancing back to see the other two standing together, gazing into one another's eyes, he smiled.
"Dance like nobody's watching," he whispered to them as he slipped out the door. "Love like you've never been hurt."
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