And you decided whether you saw beauty or destruction

Tentatively

(Ballet dancer au)

Connor had always been a fan of dancing, especially ballet, however, rather than do it himself, he chose to watch it. This is how he met him.

Meet is a strong word, Connor had never actually spoken to the boy, but he had watched him almost religiously ever since that first time he saw him. His name was Evan Hansen and he was like the sea, and Connor was a terrible swimmer, so he just drowned, in every precise moment, in the way he made it seem like the music followed his body and not the other way around, the way he commanded attention, the whole crowd going into transfixed silence as soon as he started moving.

Connor wished he could say it was a celebrity crush and nothing else, but something about the dancer pulled at his heartstrings, begging him to approach, to learn, to hold, to stay; but Connor never did, instead he ran whenever the show ended. He would have destroyed the other boy anyways.

Evan wasn't a narcissistic person, or he didn't think he was, he hoped he wasn't; but when a boy started appearing to every one of his recitals, he started to doubt it. At first he brushed it off, the first few times had all been under the same director, so maybe the guy was just a fan of their works, but when he kept appearing to ones where the only common factor was Evan himself, the dancer figured it was safe to assume he was there to see him.

His presence became pretty much part of Evan's routine, he would always be there, in the crowd, somehow in the same seat, and how he did that last bit was a mystery to Evan; Evan would come up on stage, find him quickly with his eyes, and then he would get lost in his dancing.

Evan wanted something to hold onto, even if it was just a name, but every time, without fail, the boy would be the first to leave the theatre after the bows; and Evan would watch him go, pretending his heart didn't scream at him to follow.

One night, he did.

The moment he stepped up for his first dance he found the boy in the crowd, looked at him until he looked back, then Evan got into position, and the music started. He made a point to glance at the boy every change he got, to make sure his message was clear, that he knew Evan was dancing for him. At the end of the show, after bowing, the boy hesitated, and it was enough for Evan to find his eyes again, he was the last one to leave, and when Evan walked out, he was leaning against the entrance.

The boy was taller that Evan, who was too happy about the turn of events to be bothered, he had long-ish hair, up to his shoulders, falling in waves, and his eyes were an icy blue, a single brow speck on the right eye. Evan wanted to leap back and change, to not be on his street clothes in front of this beautiful stranger, but before he can do that the boy takes a step towards him.

"Hi, I'm Connor, Connor Murphy, I'm a fan"

"O-oh, hello, I'm Evan Hansen, but you probably already know that, um..."

Evan runs his hands through his hair, trying to at the very least look somewhat presentable.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

"Yeah, uhm... tonight, you uhm... tell me if I was reading it wrong, but-"

"No, no, I was... I was trying to get you to stay, so..."

"Oh"

The stranger, Connor, his name is Connor, gives him a breathtaking smile.

"Do you want to get coffee?"

Evan blinks at him, he must be dreaming, there's no way Connor is actually asking him out. Still, he's waited this long to try and talk with him, so Evan might as well get to know more.

"I like tea better, if that's ok?"

"That's fine, perfectly fine"

Evan wonders where the night will take them.