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-(Friday (3 weeks & 4 days later)-
It's about a month into rehearsals now, and every song has been taught, though they’re still fine-tuning them. Most of the song choreography has been learned, and only some of the ending songs haven’t been choreographed yet. In terms of blocking, they were still at the beginning of the show.
For only a month, they’ve gotten a good bit done, considering that the beginning is the slowest part of the process. Besides, most of the actors have been practicing their lines despite their scenes not even being close to being blocked.
Mina and Kiri are in the dance studio by the stage, going over Kirishima’s choreography for Be Our Guest. If you asked Kiri how it was going, he would say ‘ great!’ , and if you asked him if his last answer was a lie, he would say ‘Absolutely’. Kirishima does not pick up on dancing easily at all, and his lack of flexibility does not do him many favors.
“Kiri- n- okay, not like that- wait just- okay- how about we…,” Mina was trying her gosh darn hardest, but sometimes you just can’t help a lost cause. “Okay, how about we just stop for a moment,” Mina states as she pauses the music, “and take 5.”
“Sorry for being the worst dancer you’ve ever had to deal with,” he says sheepishly, “I’ll get better by practicing it.” To be honest, he wasn’t sure if he believed that himself, but he sure was trying.
“Hey, is there a - um…Eijirou Kirishima in here?” someone asks, seeming unsure as to who they’re looking for, as they crack open the door. Kiri recognizes the person as Tokoyami with his jet black hair and multiple chokers.
“The one and only,”
“Cool, costumes wants you next for measurement, he’s in the boys' dressing room.” Once finished with the information he was told to give, he promptly disappeared to go do what he was needed for next.
“You know what, perfect timing, you go ahead and practice those lady-killing moves, while I work making the second half a little easier for you,” says Mina, “ You did pretty… good today.” It would take a true idiot not to be able to see through the fake and polite smile she held.
“Lady-killing literally, maybe, and you don’t have to lie to make me feel better, Mina, we both know that I sucked ass.”
Her smile doesn’t take long to turn sheepish, “Just trying to be supportive, you know?” Kiri chuckles at this as he exits the room, “Yeah, I know”.
He heads straight to the boys' changing room. Nothing in the theatre area is really that far apart, so it takes no time at all. He opens the door to look in, he doesn’t see anyone at first, shuts the door, and walks forward so he can get a better look at the area in front of the long counter and mirror, slightly past where the bathroom was blocking his view. He was expecting to see a shiny, glittery blonde, but not his blonde. He was standing by the counter, turned halfway, leaning onto it. He was wearing a black wife-beater, gray sweatpants, his glasses, and a blue measuring tape draped around his neck.
“Hey, Shitty Hair,” Katsuki says, turning around fully to lay his eyes on him, “You ready for me to measure you?”
Holy Shit. Holy shit. Holy motherfucking goddamn shit. Katsuki is going to be taking his measurements? He doesn’t mean to sound like a creep or a weirdo, but whenever people take his measurements, he gets tingly in a good, happy way (not sexual, you weirdos). Now, if you add Katsuki to the mix… well, it might become slightly lustful.
“What? You got something stuck in your throat or something? I asked you a question, Shitty hair.” Kiri looks at him, confused, trying to process what the question was, while Katsuki sits there giving him a single eye raise.
“I said,” Katsuki moves off the long counter and gets closer to Kiri’s face, “Are you ready for me to measure you?” If Kirishima wasn’t blushing already, he has to be now. Katsuki is slightly shorter than him, so when he stares him dead in the eye, it’s like those Siren eyes, the ones that make people melt - because he can confirm they do.
Kirishima gulps before finally answering, “Yeah, I’m ready for you.” he had meant to finish it off with a ‘ to measure me’ or a ‘to get started,’ but he didn't, so instead it just sits in the air, vaguely sexual.
“So, Lumiere right- pretty nice role. That’s the guy who sings ‘Our Guest To Be’ or something like that, right?” Katsuki asks Kirishima while grabbing his measuring tape from around his neck.
“Are you trying to say Be Our Guest?” He tries his hardest not to giggle, but to no avail, “ I’m surprised you don't know the name of it, considering how smart you are.”
“Well, I'm not the one singing it.” He bites back, giving Kiri a slight, sly smile. Oooh, and how that smile makes Kirishima’s heart race. He takes his tape and starts off on his chest, almost hugging him when he grabs the back side of the tape. The feeling of Katsuki's hand dragging across his body sends tingles up and down his spine. He needs to distract himself.
“That's assuming you can even sing.”
“Is that supposed to be a challenge?”
“I don't remember saying any of those words, so that's a pretty far leap,” Kirishima says, smiling like a little boy who just got given an ice cream cone. He’s now measuring his biceps, almost caressing the muscle, before moving down to his wrist, and then measuring the length of his arm as a whole.
“Well, my parents say I can sing like an Angel, which they find hilariously ironic considering how much of an Asshole they claim I am,” Katsuki says as he bends down to his knees to measure Kirishima's thighs and legs. Kiri solely chooses to look up while this is happening, as he will only think happy and pure thoughts, happy and pure thoughts, h a p p y a n d p u r e t h o u g h t s.
“I like how you use the phrase “claim to be” as if they are making it up, I mean, have you seen yourself?” Kiri says, trying to distract himself. It does not help that Katsuki's hand is on the inside of Kiri's thighs, and is taking his dear sweet time. After that, he measures the length of the leg and stands back up, which Kiri is thankful for.
“Better watch what you say, Extra.”
“I think I’ll do what I want, thank you very much,” Kiri quips back, which Katsuki gives a little half-laugh, half-grunt to, making Kirishima feel proud.
“With a personality like yours, I’m surprised you don’t have girls hanging all over you,” Katsuki responds, shifting behind Kiri. It sounds like his tone has changed slightly, but Kiri can’t find the difference. “I’m sure your schedule is filled with friends, huh?”
“Well, let me surprise you once more, I, Kirishima, never ever, ever ever ever ever, have plans,” he feels Katsuki pause for a moment, before continuing on, measuring his upper back.
“If that's the case, Shitty Hair,” he says, getting so close Kirishima can feel his warm breath on his neck, “Wanna hang out with me tomorrow? Gotta get my dad a present, and I wouldn’t mind your help.”
He pulls away and grabs his sheet to record the measurements. Kirishima, still in the same spot, is spiraling. Deeply. OMG, did he just ask me to hang out? OMG, he wants to hang out with me? OMG, why does he want to hang out with ME? He is so deep into his reeling that he didn’t realize he didn’t respond - He’ll have to work on that, he's been doing that a bit too often lately.
“If you don’t want to, don’t worry about it-”
Whipping around, Kiri grabs Katsuki, staring him straight in the eye, “Yes, I want to go. Please.” Katsuki looks at Kirishima, then down at where he's holding onto him, causing Kiri to immediately let go. “If you'll still take me, of course, might as well do something this weekend when soon they’ll be filled with stuff for the musical.”
“Alright, I'll text you when and where, then later tonight, Shitty Hair,” Katsuki says, his RBF not showing any emotion as normal.
“Cool, can’t wait- I MEAN- ahem, sounds like a plan, Man,” Kiri says, throwing up finger guns, and then promptly dropping them due to embarrassment radiating through his body.
“You’re finished and good to leave, can you let- uh,” he checks his paper, “Rikido Sato that he’s up next.”
“Sure thing, Katsuki,” He paused ever so slightly before saying his name, because even though it has been a hot minute since he's been given permission to say it, he doesn’t say it out loud often.
Kirishima has a huge childish grin on his face as he heads to the door. As he goes to shut it, he looks back in for a quick second as the door shuts, and just maybe, for a moment, he sees a smile on the blonde's face as well.