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“I-I don’t know about this,” Kouda stuttered out. He was holding Jirou close to him, his sweaty hand clutching onto the hand of his girlfriend. One of his arms was around her waist & the other was holding her hand. Jirou smiled & moved closer to him, closing the slight gap between them.
They are now inches apart, touching foreheads. The two were now meeting, eye to eye & staring at each other fondly. Kouda blushed from the eye contact & closed his eyes. His face was now red.
They were dancing. Or at least trying to. Alone in Jirou’s room. Just to have a special moment. Even if they were alone, Kouda felt as if everyone in the whole world had their eyes on him, watching him & Jirou’s every move. The thought made his heart race.
He’s never been good with anything intimate or sensual. His first kiss with Jirou proved just that when he panicked & accidentally bonked her head with his rocky head. He felt so guilty after that, he apologized everyday for weeks.
He didn’t know why, but special moments like this always made him nervous. But, for some unknown reason, Jirou thought it was cute & still wanted to stay with him despite that. She really was an amazing girlfriend.
Jirou smiled & pressed a kiss on his lips. It was just a peck, but that was enough to turn him into a red, flustered mess of a person. His girlfriend chuckled at this, moving so that they were still close, but more distant for Kouda’s sake.
She stepped forward, encouraging Kouda to step back. He did so. Then, she stepped back, moving Kouda forward. They moved like this together in a pattern for a little bit until Kouda got the hang of it.
After a while, Jirou moved one of her earphone jacks towards her music player. She clicked it on & an upbeat song began to play. It wasn’t too loud so Iida couldn’t complain, but it was still pretty loud.
Kouda froze when the music played. He felt as if he was on a crowded dance floor. Everyone he’d ever met was invited & he & Jirou were the only ones there. Staring at the two, putting all of their focus on them. Especially him. He imagined getting dirty looks for his poor dancing skills & for his looks. It just freaked him out. So much so that he didn’t even notice his surroundings anymore. He tightly squeezed her hand, breathing heavily.
Jirou noticed this & quickly moved to adjust the music player, still holding onto Kouda. It was loud enough for both of them to hear, but quiet enough so Kouda wouldn’t get spooked by it. She moved again to press her head on his forehead.
Kouda snapped out of the trance & looked at Jirou. He moved forward to pull her closer, moving his arms to pull her into a hug. Jirou quickly returned the favor, smiling a bit.
After a moment of silence, Kouda finally spoke. “Could we maybe...dance like this?” he asked.
He felt Jirou nod on his shoulder. “Yeah,” she said.She moved her head slightly & pressed her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist.
They moved again, beginning to dance as the music played. Eventually, they got more into the swing of things, separating a bit so they could dance more loosely. Kouda giggled, spinning Jirou around as they danced.
Eventually, the two had to stop, running out of breath & plopping themselves down on the bed.
“Wow Kouji,” Jirou said, catching her breath. “You got some sweet moves there.”
Kouda smiled & lifted his hands up to sign. “I learned from the best!”
“Ah, self taught then. Nice,” she smirked.
Kouda blushed, shaking his head. “Kyouka…”
Jirou let out a laugh, moving over to kiss his cheek which prompted a squeak from her shy boyfriend. Kouda, now feeling a little brave, turned his head & planted a kiss on her lips.