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Yuri Katsuki wasn't really the type of person that liked to go to parties. At least, not often. They were loud, full of unfamiliar people, and occasionally disastrous. He didn't especially want to go to this one either, as it looked peaceful from the outside, but when the doors were opened, he saw the halls of the building filled with people clad in masks who were laughing and dancing around. Some people's behavior made it clear that quite a few of the members of this masquerade party were either drunk or on their way to becoming so.
"Come on, Yuri! Lighten up!" Phichit said, patting Yuri on the shoulder. Phichit was the entire reason that he was even attending this elegant party, with all of it's grand decorations and lights. His friend has originally messaged him a day before the party began, and when Yuri met the proposal to go with a resounding no, the Thai man wouldn't stop pleading with him. Needless to say, he ended up agreeing.
"You know I'd rather just stay home, Phichit." Yuri said, accepting a glass of champagne. Looking at the liquid in the glass, the man sighed before drinking it, looking around once more to see that Phichit was now across the room, talking animatedly with a group of people.
Throughout the next few hours, Yuri walked around the room, occasionally giving friendly, but awkward replies to people who engaged him in conversation. He didn't really know any of these people, and the few he did know, he didn't know half as much as about them as he should.
Despite not knowing, one person caught Yuri's eye. The man was listening to a conversation carried by the group surrounding him. Yuri knew that he shouldn't stare, but he was entranced by the way his silver mask fit him so perfectly, and the way his hair was slightly falling into his face. The smiles that the individual gave the others were wonderful, either small and acknowledging, or a bright beam of white that clearly showed his amusement.
The moment that Yuri panicked came when the very man he was observing turned to meet his gaze. Fiddling with his fingers, Yuri tried to make himself appear busy, even going so far as to check his phone, but it was too late. Piercing blue eyes met his own once more, except this time, their owner was right in front of him. Clearing his throat slightly, Yuri set his phone down, trying to will himself to face the inevitable.
"Hello." The stranger's voice was smooth and slightly melodic. Yuri felt that he would have a hard time ever finding an imperfection in said individual, who seemed to be made up of perfection himself.
" Hello... " Yuri replied nervously, his thoughts scrambled in an attempt to find something to say. Thankfully he was rescued by the interruption of the music playing. It was a smooth sounding piece, and although Yuri couldn't recall the name of it, he remembered that he used to hear it often. Now, the panic of not knowing what to say became a nervous battle once more, but this time the question in his mind being, 'Will he leave?'
"I know we don't know each other," the man beside him continued. "But would you like to dance?"
Yuri gaped at the question, half of himself protesting against doing such a thing, while the other half wholeheartedly agreed.
"Um, I don't really know how to dance." Yuri confessed, and instead of the disappointed reaction he had been expecting, his response was met with one of the soft smiles that he was admiring earlier.
"Don't worry, I'll teach you." Taking Yuri's hand, he led him to the dance area. It took a bit for Yuri to successfully understand his partner's instructions, but he eventually got the hang of it.
"See?" The man said gleefully. " You're almost a natural! "
His face burned at the compliment, but overall Yuri enjoyed dancing with him, spinning and gliding all over. It was bittersweet when the song finally ended. The two stood there for a moment, holding onto each other, brown eyes gazing into blue.
Suddenly, a loud noise broke Yuri's concentration. It was Phichit, who rushed up to him, grabbing his arm. "We have to meet your mom for the dinner!" He said quickly, pulling him away from his partner. Although Yuri was sad to do so, he whispered a goodbye to his dance partner, then hurrying with Phichit out the door.
As the other stood there, still slightly shocked, he sighed, knowing that he would most likely never see his partner again. However, a bright glint from one of the tables caught his eye and he smiled, hope rekindled in his heart.
He would find him again, no matter what.