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sixty - one.

It was finally the day Koutarou was going to perform for the entirety of the University. Well — mainly those who'd want to join the Dance Department. Besides that point, Koutarou was slightly nervous about this whole thing because he would be dancing infront of his friends. That's one thing, then also they would be dancing infront of Kenma, Keiji and Tetsurou. He had Invited them days back to come along with Geni bringing her two friends over as well.

What were Kenma, Keiji and Tetsurou?

He knew they were friends to him, but at the same time? Why in a way did he sometimes imagined them being more than friends with him? You know how you have daydreams of different scenarios that you wish had happened or what you could see happen?

Yeah those were the type he was having sometimes in his free moments, or when he could be doing something and then randomly disassociate.

That seemed creepy.

Koutarou really had to stop that, truthfully.

It was just an excuse for them not to go to class but he wasn't one to judge. His eyes scanned around the room looking up at the clock on the wall noticing the time and they had an hour before the performance. And, everyone was just putting on the final touches and making sure everything was set.

Even though he could feel his heart beating against his chest ready to rip from behind his ribcage. He also started to suddenly feel cold (?). It was weird? The room was hot but he still felt cold, prickly all over almost. It didn't help that his stomach was starting to bubble up.

This made him nervous, this feeling was similar yet new to him. And, that freaked him out as to why his body was acting this way. All he could do was dramatically lean against the wall, letting it hold his weight for him even though he was slightly sliding down due to its smooth surface. Alongside how his body was feeling, he felt like he urgently needed to use the bathroom. So, he stood back up looking around — trying to mentally find something to keep his mind busy.

His eyes landed on Heiwa and Annya who were both not too far away from him. Koutarou wanted to go bother them, but decided against it because he didn't want to feel like a bother. Which is hilarious because he loves bothering his friends all the time so when he wants to actually be alone, not bother anymore, and get himself together instead of being hype with others. It was kinda concerning in a way for some people. But, others ignored and didn't pay much attention. Koutarou blew a breath, trying to calm himself down.

In the midst, another figure in the sea of dancers was noticing Koutarou leaning against the wall, looking almost sick. He snorted at the sight walking over, gleaming at the sight of the talented dancer looking close to a breakdown.

"Bokuto, are you okay?" Fake! Just every word from his mouth was fake as ever. He felt like he could win an Oscar for his performance.

Koutarou looked up from where they were standing, "M—Myoga?" He lifted up his head even more to stare at Myoga figure.

Myoga snorted. "Now, why is the leader for this performance slacking right now? Shouldn't you be in tip-top shape right now?"

"Shutup. I am in tip top shape, just not feeling well a little, but I'll be fine for the performance." Koutarou was honestly a little unsure about it, was he really okay? no! He was not going to think negatively about this at all. He was going to get his shit together and go perform and leave after.