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Muy fuego🔥 ~ Kino (day twenty-one)

A/N: y'all remember Muy fuego~ Hui?

The same concept but with Kino.

Good luck 😉😉

Mia POV:

"You turn your hips like this love," Kino says, flicking his hip to the right sassily in the mirror—replicating the same sway I'm supposed to perform. My hip semi-awkwardly cocks out to the side, uncomfortable with the unfamiliar movement. Kino sighs—not condescendingly, but more frustrated. As much as I'd like to argue my side, he has all the reason to be upset. I am a dancer, but I'm just—awkward when it comes to Latin dances. My hips sway but—not in the way they should.

I scour, "I'm sorry I just not—"

Kino gives me a piercing glare, his eyes cold and his sharp eyebrows making him look like he could slice my throat in half any second—annoyed and ticked off. But all he says is, "Let's take a break."

There wasn't anything else said after that either. Kino sludges his way over to the edge of the dance room, and didn't mutter any other words besides tips and tricks to sway differently during the rest of the practice session. Kino was just—the best dancer—with zero patience. I really looked up to his dancing. Kino was amazingly talented and I wanted nothing more to impress him and do well so he won't have to teach a toddler how to stand on their own two legs.

I arrived early at the practice room the next day, thoroughly warming up my body before practicing the sways and subtle twirls from yesterday. Last night, I stayed up past midnight practicing the moves—fueled by my drive to impress Kino, hopefully enough to gain his respect.

I sway and rock my hips in fluid motions, and to my surprise, I'm doing way better than yesterday. My hips wave like water from side to side when they're supposed to—yet bump into the air sharply when commanded. This—this was the dancing Kino wanted me to perform.

"Look at you," Kino coos from the doorframe of the practice room, black beanie hiding his dark hair underneath while his black shirt perfectly drapes over his chest. Kino's hands clap together slowly as he smirks and nods his head in acknowledgement.

"Someone's been practicing!"

"All..night," I exasperate, still winded.

Kino nods his once before promptly grabbing my hips and shifting me in front of me. Even from underneath my clothing I can feel how strong his fingers are. I fight the urge to look behind me, and behold his eyes personally instead of through the mirror. But even in the mirror, his piercing dark eyes stab me through the heart with a steel blade—sharp and clean.

His breath seizes my neck, "now how about we do it together?"

"I-I don't know about that..." I stutter, gulping down a slick wad of spit while looking in the corner of vision; anything to avoid looking into the mirror.

Kino snickers, a warm, friendly smile on his face, "then how do you suppose we perform this dance then?" He teases, releasing his strong grip on my hips and walking backwards; arms loosely draped by his side and shoulders slumped over in a goofy manner.

"Six feet apart?"

"No I'm fine with dancing with you it's just—"