Chapter 7: Sing For Me

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(Shinsou's POV)

There are a lot of words I could use to describe the way Denki looks when he's performing on stage. Flashy, energetic, hot; but the word that pushes itself to the forefront of my mind is ethereal.

Tonight, his stage outfit consists of a pure white button down tucked into fitted black dress pants and his signature black garter belt corset and necklace. I've seen him them wear so many times that it almost feels weird to see him without at least one of them. His adorably sunshine face adorned with his usual blue and black eyeliner look and a gold lightning bolt sticker under his left eye. His lips have been glossed with lip balm and the shorter part of his bangs combed back and set in place with a few pale blue hair pins. I've seen many of his stage outfits now through our almost three months of fake dating, but I think this one might be my favorite. His most beautiful features have been highlighted perfectly; he almost looks like an angelic bride.

Electricity dancing around his body and through his hair only adds to the divine allure that has me frozen in place from where I stand backstage, watching him. The energy, the adrenaline, the vibrations all rushing through me. And the crowd agrees with me, I can tell they do by the way they call out to him, cheer for him. But they'll never see him the same way I'm seeing him. They'll never know the luminous glow that embraces him like snow angel wings in my eyes. Because they can never know just how truly gorgeous he is like I do.

And his voice only adds to that beauty. Reverberating through the entire building and touching all our souls. Lifting our spirits and filling our hearts with a celestial tune.

'When your legs don't work like they used to before

And I can't sweep you off of your feet

Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love

Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks'

Surprise strikes my core when suddenly I'm pushed out onto the stage from behind the curtain. Making me stumble out into the view of the band and the audience. Before I even got the chance to react or move off stage with hope that I didn't ruin the show, Denki grabs my hand and pulls me to the front. The crowd cheers even louder seeing me.

My heart is pounding so hard and fast that I think it might explode. "W-what are you doing?" I ask but it's drowned out by the music and the glee of thousands of people.

Denki grins at me, bright and warm, and places my hand over his heart. I can feel it thumping in his chest just as hard and quickly as mine. And he continues to sing, our eyes connected. Amethyst and golden orbs gazing at each other with an intense emotion words can't describe. And he looks even more enchanting than before.

'And darling I will be loving you 'til we're seventy

And baby my heart could still fall as hard at twenty-three

And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways

Maybe just the touch of a hand

Oh me I fall in love with you every single day

And I just wanna tell you I am'

The shouts of the crowd have died down. Now, there's just the music resonating everywhere, the luminesce of thousands of yellow glow sticks swaying in the air and electricity glittering in blonde hair, and the sublime sound of Denki's voice.

Singing for me.

'So honey now

Take me into your loving arms

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