Love At First Dance ll Soukoku AU

The Muse of his life lll(The End)

The entire performance came to an end, and the graceful swan would one second hide and clowder away back to the shadows.

Dazai would find times the short ginger would trip, yet he kept redoing it as the time passed by. The music continued, and he continued practising around the auditorium until he knew how to wing it.

Just a few minutes more, the silence had emitted in the background. Nothing and a grand gesture of the finale were given; it was breathtaking, for a first try of the whole thing after practice, and for a performance.

Chuuya's POV

Suddenly, he then heard clapping from afar, causing him to freeze in his position and turn around.

Seeing the tall brunette from earlier with a smile and the ginger widened his own when he realised that someone was watching his practice, one he's still not ready to perform or good enough.

Blushed covered his face and tips of his ears, as he took steps back trying to hide away from embarrassment.

The taller brunette rushed over to him, or under since the ginger was above on the stage. The brunette got closer to the ginger taking in the sight of him all flabbergasted and awe.

Dazai shoved his pencil inside his bag, placing it on the wooden floor and his sketchbook. Showing the shorter male his sketch, with his elbows lading at the edge of the stage.

" You were amazing! I didn't know that you were a part of dancing..."

It then makes sense why he would be with Verlaine and talk to him; he was a part of the dance group.

Chuuya bit back a sassy remark and nodded, giving him a smile of gratitude.
"Yeah, I'm part of Mr. Sato's ballet class, thank you!" he exclaimed, his cheeks flushing even more.

compliments truly made him feel shy and flustered, internally he's gushing all about it in his mind.

Chuuya's eyes then travelled down to a sketch that looked quite familiar to the place, with him being the main muse, dancing and feeling as though he was in his own little world, having the time of his life. He bent down and hesitantly took the book, looking at the drawing carefully.

It didn't have any colours, and it was just a practice. It still took his breath away; his lips parted in surprise and he said,

"Woah, is this..this is me. It's so beautiful." Chuuya whispered in admiration, her eyes twinking.

Dazai felt his heart bloom as he saw the smile and reaction, meeting his pretty wide blue eyes that looked at him with a variety of positive emotions that made him feel like it was mutual, filled with affection and amusement.

"I know I'm amazing, but thanks for the compliment." He grinned cheekily at him, then paused all of a sudden. He still didn't know the shorter male name to begin with.

Dazai hummed and gave a frown on his face.

"I'll never get to know your name chibi," he said, seeing the ginger's pretty feathers form into a frown.

"Don't call me Chibi, my name is Chuuya...Just call me by my name."

Chuuya, that name matches him very well, so pretty, just like him.

Is it nice to meet you, Chuuya, My name is Dazai...Osamu Dazai and soon to become the next Picasso,"

he pointed out, showing him a playful smile on his lips making Chuuya let out a small giggle.

" I'm guessing that you are an art student with a big dream huh?"

Dazai gave a small hum, and then looked down with curiosity shown on his face,