𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 [𝐤.𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐨 x 𝐨𝐜]

XIII - Caught

"Stalker-kun?" What's he doing here? I walk up to him, while he stands with his mouth open. "A-are you okay?", he asks. Huh? What does he mean? "Yeah, perfectly fine. Why?", I ask, tilting my head to the side. "Was that supposed to happen? The flip and then the split?", he asks, dumbfounded. "Uh, yeah?", I cross my arms, tapping my foot. "If you came to ask that, please leave. I was in the middle of a routine!" He hesitates a little. I pick up on his hesitation and boldly ask, "Do you want to spy a little more?" My tone is mocking, and his eyebrows knit together in the frown I've seen so many times. Before he could reply, I cut him off. "Okay, you can watch. I perform better with an audience, anyway.", I say nonchalantly, rewinding the player to the beginning of the song.

Oh okay. That was easy. I almost smirk at the fact how I didn't even need to ask. Truth is, I actually did want to see the routine fully. I walk into the dance room, before she stops me. "Uh-uh! Take your shoes off. The dance floor is sacred ground!", she says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. I give her a questioning look before obliging and taking my shoes off. I sit down on the floor at the front. "Click play, please," she says to me. "Click it yourself." She rolls her eyes. "Fine." She walks over, clicks play, and quickly runs back. An instrumental piece starts playing. And the performance begins...

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Amazing. The song fades to a close, and before I can stop my hands, I break into applause. "Thank you very much," she says, panting. "How long have you been dancing?", I ask. She squints, trying to recollect, then replies, "I started when I was 5 years old, I think. It's been my life ever since." That is some superb determination. "I think I started volleyball around the same time, or a little later," I say. She lets out a sharp breath, and smiles. "I should come watch you play sometime too," she said, to which I nodded. She quickly glanced at the wall clock in the room, and wrings her arms, cracking her elbow joints in the process. "I should get going. You comin'?", she asks, slinging her bag over her shoulder. I nod, putting on my shoes. She glances back at the dance floor one last time, before shutting off the lights and locking the door.

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