BUTTERFLY EFFECT🦋 (L.S.) [finished]

The boy rushed his way to the showers, passing by the ballet class, and couldn't help but stare through the glass.
He was there, first row, his wet curls smashed into his forehead. All of his body was flexed, in a graceful but powerful way, like a greek god... a green flash interrupted Louis' train of thought. A pair of emerald eyes were staring back at him through the mirror in the class.