He sways with the music, his steps and lazy body rolls matching the beat. His eyes scan the crowd until they naturally drift to an outlier. In evenings past, this would be the best dancer, the person with the moves that Atsumu would fall hard for tonight and forget by tomorrow afternoon. But no, because amidst all the talented individuals that would captivate him any other night, his gaze gravitates towards the worst dancer he's ever seen.All Rights Reserved
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