Everyone who sees Kise Ryouta at the first glance would think he is perfect. Given one or two hours of hearing what people know of him and anyone would have concluded that the blond has everything a teenage could ever dream of. He has good looks and he's been into modelling ever since kid and his two older sisters are models too. Kise Ryouta is also a genius, a prodigy who's famous with his cunning ability to perform perfect copy out of anything he put an interest to. And to top it all, he comes from a respectable family background.
People thinks Ryouta is perfect but Daiki knows he is not.
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"Is Aomine Daiki here?"
Daiki looks up to see a raven haired guy standing at the doorway. He recognizes him immediately as one of Ryouta's classmates. He approaches him. "What is it?" He asks.
"You're Aomine Daiki?" The guy sweeps a look at him. Daiki nods. "I'm Kise Ryouta's friend," he says. "He asked me to tell you to meet him at the dance studio."
"He did? Oh okay, alright. Thank you."
"You're welcome." The guy replies with a friendly smile—he still didn't know his name—and leaves after that.
Daiki has quickly gathered all his stuffs and put them in his bag soon after and go to the said studio. Daiki doesn't bother to knock on the door when he arrived and just walks in the soundproof room. The speakers installed inside are booming some pop song Daiki couldn't put a name on and standing still in the center of the room is Ryouta with his eyes closed off.
Daiki stands, leaning on the wall as he watching the blond with his arms folded in front of his chest. He watches Ryouta's reflection on the wall-lengths mirror ahead and notices small movements he did. At first they're just small, almost unnoticeable tapping on the floor, and then his head also started to move at the music beat. Daiki astonishingly watches as gradually Ryouta starts to dance to the song. A side step to the left, sweeping his right feet in half circle, some quick hand movements, and then he turns around making a 180, stops, opens his eyes and sees him. Honey brown eyes meet Navy. Ryouta startled and then blushes.
Daiki tilts his head and raises an eyebrow at him. He flicks his hand, gesturing him to continue but Ryouta only shakes his head and chuckles. His cheeks flushed, a portion of his sweaty fringe swept aside, and Daiki feels butterflies taking flight in his stomach.
Ryouta walks to him with a bright, sunny grin on his face. A hand signs; Let's go home, and he tugs on his wrist.
"Wait," Daiki stops him before they reach the door. "We need to stop the music." He tells him as he points to one of the speaker. Ryouta paused to watch Daiki's lips and then widen his eyes, noticing what he's just forgot. His mouth forms an O. "I forgot it's still playing," he mutters, smiling sheepishly.
Ryouta speaks too low it's almost inaudible and in contrast the speakers are blaring too loud, but Daiki smiles at him. "Hey, it's okay." He tells him, in turns now leading the blond to where the music player placed and swiftly turns the device off. "You are dancing just now, though." Daiki says, turning at him to make sure the other can see his lips movement when he spoke.
"I can feel the beats when I concentrate enough at the drumming on the floor."
"Drumming?"
Lowering his gazes down, Ryouta is smiling as he taps on the wooden panel. "There're vibration on the floor. Can't Aominecchi felt it?"
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Fanfiction"If I told you I was deaf would you turn away Or would I read your lips that tell me its ok Would you understand if I start to use my hands And tell you how I feel If I tried to speak and the words weren't complete Would you smile and think less of...
