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The set was realitively simple, a couch and some back drop to make them appear to be in a home. Considering this was a romantic drama? It was a pretty well done set. He fidgets with the dress he's in. A subtle embarrassment that he gave into because well "its just a dress!"
If Hirose saw him he's sure he'd be laughed off the stage. Gee and they were even kind enough to do his makeup and hair. He fidgets with the long black wig. Not catching Tamuras blatant staring as he was more distracted with his outfit choice.
"You look..." Nakamura jumps. Holding his chest as he stares at Tamura. The boy looks fascinated. Eyes sparkling as he gives Nakamura a brief once over.
"Dashing." Breathing comes harder than intended. Nakamura quickly looking away and trying to hide his obviously flushed cheeks. It was just a wee compliment! He could handle that. Maybe if it was Hirose this action would make sense, but it wasn't, so it didn't.
He wants to pull at his hair and weep. He couldn't do that though, his hair hidden behind a wigs walls. He instead opts to look away and steady his breathing.
"Thank you." Nakamura mutters. Face settling to a light pink now that he wasn't being bombarded with the weight of that comment. One he had to remind himself was purely friendly, and only given to him because he looked like a girl.
Nakamura wasnt attractive.
He knew this, and he knew everyone agreed. It's why he was picked on, why he couldn't be Hiroses friend, why he was nothing more than a gay dumb loser.
Nakamura didn't feel the tears sliding down his cheeks, or maybe he didn't care. It was pathetic, and if he was gonna cry he should be shunned, not pitied.
A soft hand grabs his chin and lifts it. A thumb cascading under his eyes to catch and dry the tears.
"Why are you crying, my muse?" The sweet melancholy voice... it was like a birds song in the early morning. Sweet and hugging him into a sense of security and safety.
Nakamura exhales. Leaning into the inviting touch with a much more relaxed expression.
"Why do you even want me as the lead?" He probably looked like a damsel in his get up. Soft and delicate like a flower. He didn't really want an answer because any answer his mind gave made him worry more for the outcome. He was truly and utterly pathetic.
Tamura thought over Nakamuras words. Staring into those watery eyes. Gorgeous pools of ink that he'd die to sink into. He thinks, but the answer was more complex than meer words could convey.
"Because dear Nakamura, I love you." The room stills. Not even the other members of the club dare make a peep. As though the world's biggest bombshell had been unleashed upon the earth.
Nakamura doesnt seem to know how to respond, he laughs, he sobs. He is disjointed at the concept of love from another man. Perhaps it was all a ruse. A play at his heart. He doesnt respond any further. Looking away and abruptly changing the topic.
"Lets start practice."