Petrichor (BSD X Male Reader)

Chapter 11~The Final Sway

If you ask y/n l/n the option to be hit by a speeding airplane or to dance with Fyodor Dostoyevsky...

He would easily choose the plane.

Unfortunately there was no plane to end him and the rat was right in front of him holding his hand and waist, which meant that he gets no right to choose what happens in his life.

Per usual.

There were other duo's all readying themselves by getting in dancing position, while the other bystanders whispered amongst themselves as they gazed upon a strange Russian man holding a man of no status.

Dazai was snickering from above, still peeking in from his binoculars. He truly did try to tell y/n about Dostoyevsky but a beautiful maiden had caught his attention.

The seductive singer tapped the microphone, making a small squeak of static. "Now then, ladies and gentlemen.

Let us dance the night away!"

On cue, the musicians around him began to play.

The trombone, viola, violin, contrabass, and many more instruments began to play music.

As y/n attempted to escape, Fyodor straightened the man's back with a poke from his hand. "We can not dance if you're not ready." As a result, y/n attempted to crush his fingers that held his hand but Fyodor simply smiled at the pain.

Y/n was swished away from his standing point as Fyodor took the initiative to dance. He placed one hand properly onto the others back, and held his hand perfectly. Y/n's free hand was placed on the purple head's back for stability as his dancing was quick and precise.

"When Marimba Rhythms Start to play...

Dance with me...

Make me sway."

They both stared at one another as Fyodor would take a step towards l/n as y/n took a step backward, then vice versa. They kept the pattern up until the last note of the verse made Fyodor dip y/n down slightly.

"Like a lazy Ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more."

Y/n was twirled slightly, but his gaze never left his opponent.

"Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease.

When we dance you have your way with me

Stay with me, sway with me."

A strong push forward, and the h/c had successfully dipped Fyodor himself down slightly before pulling him back. An amused face graced the pale man as he laughed lightly.

"All the dancers may be on the floor.."

The duo elegantly avoided the other dancers, y/n gazing for a way out of his situation.

"Dear, but my eyes will see only you.."

Fyodor's purple eyes never once left the figure of y/n, cautiously watching him and awaiting his next move.

"Only you have that magic technique..."

Y/n finally found an opening in between the crowd, he carefully took a step backwards. He pulled Dostoyevsky's arm up.

"When we sway I go weakkkkkk.."

Twirling away, Fyodor was separated from the other male. In an impulsive plan, y/n swayed him away from himself to take the opportunity to run off.