Does it smell like a school gymnasium in here?
It's funny how they're all the same
It's funny how you always remember
And we've both done it all a hundred times before
It's funny how I still forgotIt would be a hundred times easier
If we were young again
But as it is
And it is
We're just two slow dancers, last ones out
We're two slow dancers, last ones out...- : • °;✧꙳.*✧*.꙳✧;°• : -
we met one day at the school gymnasium.
It was empty except for them and the speaker playing the music.
I lied and said I had forgotten my jacket when in reality I just wanted to see them dance.
I stayed and watched them dance like someone was with them.
They were waltzing and was pretending someone was in front of them, moving all around the gym floor.
Instead of standing there, and letting them dance alone, I had went up to them and placed one of my hand in theirs and the other on their waist.
They had continued like no one had joined them but still looked me in the eyes as we danced to the music.
They were beautiful. Their long h/c hair swishing behind them with every move they made. (sorry if you have short hair) Their beautiful e/c eyes looking into mine. The smile they wore while dancing. Everything about them was beautiful.
Then the music ended and they let go of me.
They went to pick up their stuff and then they left.
I chased after them but they were gone before I knew it.
Everyday after that I looked for them.
And everyday after practice, they showed up at the gymnasium and we danced together once more.
- : • °;✧꙳.*✧*.꙳✧;°• : -
hehe a story, but this time about Akaashi :D this one doesn't have a happy ending either lol. I like the plot for this story tho so...suffer.
I got this idea from the song Two slow dancers by mitski. Damn I really do be getting ideas from music tho-
Oh and I forget to mention that the reader uses they/them pronouns. Hope you'll enjoy this book! take care you cool peeps- G.
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𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝑺𝑳𝑶𝑾 𝑫𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑹𝑺 ➳ K. Akaashi
FanfictionON HOLD!! When Akaashi dancing with you can lead to love. Akaashi x nb!reader