Dreaming of a dance with you.

(2.)

CHAPTER 2

As Chuuya walked into the big dance supply shop, his nerves began to betray him. His hands started quivering as he remembered how embarrassing it was to wear the tight outfits. As for his mother, she seemed to be having the time of her life, strolling through the shop without a care in the world.

A man with a black shirt and the logo of the dance shop started walking towards the two, Chuuya secretly hoping he wouldn't come up to them. Unfortunately for Chuuya, the man was coming up to them. "Hey guys, needs any help today?" Chuuya groaned and looked at his mother, who was about to speak to him. "Hello! Yes, we need some help; my son over here is starting ballet again!" Chuuya frowned internally but kept a straight face so he wouldn't come off as rude. The man looked at Chuuya and opened his mouth to start speaking again. "Ah, I can certainly help you with this." His mother smiled at the older man as he walked them towards a tinier part of the store. "This here is our men's section; not many boys do dance, so we are a bit limited!"

His mother frowned, "Well, let's just hope you have everything he needs!" The man nodded and smiled, leading them to the corner where Chuuya was met with..a thong-underwear -thing? (This is referring to dance belts, which are basically another layer to support men's genitals, Not really needed until 10) His mother never made him wear whatever these things were, so he was utterly clueless about this thong-looking thing. "The man looked at Chuuya and saw he had no idea what this was. "I can tell you are confused, and I would be too. This you see here is a dance belt. Men wear it to support their genitals." The man laughed as Chuuya's eyes widened. "How...do you wear it..?" Chuuya finally broke his silence as he stared at the thing before him. "Well, you wear that instead of underwear, usually underneath a leotard or leggings." The boy nodded, and he and his mother looked through the different sizes. "Size up, though!"

As he and his mother found one that would fit him, the man continued to lead them through the store to search for the next thing they would need. Next, they were confronted with all different types of leggings and leotards. After hearing the man speak about the various kinds, he decided to pick the black leggings. Next up were some black ballet slippers. God, this is so much stuff.

"Now all you need is a white, tight-fitting shirt, which I'm sure you can find for a cheaper price." Chuuya thought about it and realized he already had some from when he was in the school orchestra concert. Needless to say, he hadn't grown much since. "Well, guys, it looks like you've got everything." Chuuya yawned and stretched his arms, but just as he was about to turn around, he saw a boy about his age with darker chocolate-brown hair. He quickly realized he was making direct eye contact with the boy, so he looked away, flushed. "You ready to go, Chuuya?" He looked up at his mother and nodded. They both left the shop, Chuuya's hair messy in the wind. He shut the door and saw the same boy talking to the man who had helped him until their eyes connected again. The brown-haired boy's eyes, pretty as a sunset, looking at his. He couldn't help but feel his ears get hot. Quickly, he was snapped out of his trance when the car started backing out of the parking space.

Time skip to when they got home.

Chuuya groaned and walked through the door, slipping his shoes off and letting himself drop onto the couch. He quickly fell asleep, evidenced by the tiny snores from his mouth. His mother noticed after making dinner that he was completely asleep and grabbed him. I took him up to his bedroom and laid him down, making sure not to wake him. She softly tugged the blankets over his sleeping body. She softly kissed his cheek. "goodnight, sweetie." She smiled softly.