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It has become increasingly rare for Wataru to be the first to arrive for Dramatica rehearsals and therefore an opportunity they relish in. Ah, what pranks could they prepare for the others? What tricks may be hidden within the theater? With the amount of work on their plate and how busy Dramatica tends to get, they rarely find the time to explore their possibilities like this, and even today they are pressed for time.
Still, it's worth it to see the look on Nagisa's face as rose petals rain down on her from the doorway.
"... You're here early Wataru-san." Nagisa picks one of the petals out of her hair. It's curlier than usual, which may explain Eichi's cheerful mood at lunch. "... Were you waiting for me?"
"Only in the way I await your presence whenever we're apart, my dear Nagisa-chan." They quickly cross the practice room to approach her (in part to see the rose petals in her hair up close, in part to reactivate the trick that had covered her in them in the first place, and in part to transition into yet another trick). Oh, what a beautiful surprise for her to be the first one to enter! No other member of Dramatica would react with the same wonder to Wataru's tricks, and with nobody else present, they feel emboldened to carry on. "But let me aid you in removing the petals, lest they be crushed by inadvertent movement!"
A brief movement of the hand later and the petals are indeed gone and instead a crimson rose is in Wataru's hand. They present it to Nagisa with a bow. “Perhaps not the eternal beauty of the stones you so adore, but I hope you’ll take this as a token of my appreciation.”
“...Eternal beauty is not the only beauty there is.” Nagisa does indeed take the rose from them, holding it delicately in one hand. “...Thank you, Wataru-san.”
“Your kindness humbles me.” And the joy at a delighted audience has Wataru’s hearts doing leaps in their chest. Perhaps it’s the innocence of one who has not spent over a year tormented by Wataru’s magical antics, perhaps it is kindness on Nagisa’s part, but she has yet to react with annoyance at any of their tricks. Even the times they’ve left her confused hadn’t been as painful as some of the times Wataru has been reprimanded for their behavior.
“Now, before our colleagues arrive… would you share this dance with me?” The music turns on just on cue and Nagisa briefly jerks her head in surprise.
“...Are we practicing dance today?”
Wataru shrugs. “Perhaps it is! Perhaps it isn’t! But for now, we are the only members of our merry band of actors, awaiting the arrival of the others.”
The rose is easily taken from Nagisa’s hand again and put into a vase–or a repurposed glass of water–and Wataru can just as easily take her hand and pull her into the sweeping steps of a waltz. Nagisa follows easily, accustomed to dancing even if the steps of a ballroom dance are not part of Eden’s usual repertoire. Still, she’s a trained dancer like all of them are, and this close to them, Wataru can see the brief flashes of wonder and confusion in her eyes, before she smiles at them. Oh, but what a warm smile. What a beautiful smile. The kind of smile that has Wataru readily believe the God-image that her partner Saegusa-san has pushed on her, the kind of smile that would have men throw themselves into battle, or despair, or the creation of an epic in the name of love.
If only they had the appropriate dresses to truly paint the scene, at least one sweeping gown between the two of them, perhaps even two–or maybe one of them should be decked out in regalia to paint the image of a fairy tale? With Hokuto-kun so thoroughly overtaking the role of prince, Wataru has had little chance to play one in recent years.
Or perhaps the ordinary picture they are painting right now is enough on its own? Simply two people, dancing for the sake and the joy of dance. It is certainly a beautiful idea, one they know Nagisa would likely agree with.
They twirl her, and Nagisa laughs as she’s spun into their arms, and Wataru’s heart does a leap, not the one of a performance well-executed, of an audience well-satisfied, but a much more private spark of happiness.
Ah.
“Do you believe our primary units would be amenable to another performance for Ultissimo?” It’s not the question burning on the tip of Wataru’s tongue, but they’re a dedicated performer, not easily distracted by stray butterflies after a little waltz.
“...Do you have something in mind?” Nagisa appears amenable to going along as they continue their dance.
“Not yet, but I believe we can come up with an Amazing one together once more, don’t you?” Their last one had certainly been spectacular, even if nobody else had agreed. Nagisa shares Wataru’s love for extravagance and lack of sense on when to restrain themselves. It had been magnificent in a way fine’s stages rarely got to be. “Perhaps this time we could be launched out of cannons?”
Nagisa’s eyes widen at the thought, and for a brief moment Wataru fears they've lost her, before her gaze becomes more thoughtful. “...They would have to suit the theme. Perhaps we could be rockets–”
“Nagisa, you have the mind of an artist!” Wataru spins her a few times, leaving rhythm behind in favor of more and more movement. They are celestial bodies, twin stars circling each other, brilliantly moving at the speed of light, never to touch! Ah, but they could kiss her.
“...If you want to kiss me, you can.”
And speaking aloud without noticing! Wataru stops spinning, and the music stops playing, leaving the two of them in silence. They lift her hand to their lips and press a small kiss to the back of it. “Only if you want to do the same. A kiss is a beautiful thing, an expression of love, of emotions we cannot put into words.”
It is Nagisa who pulls Wataru closer then, who bridges the gap between them and presses a kiss to their lips, all while smiling. “...Does that answer your question?”
Wataru’s heart bursts into a swarm of doves, a bouquet of roses, confetti, the butterflies they’ve been ignoring! Love really is amazing, no matter what form it takes, and now that they’ve been invited, there is little stopping them from bridging the gap and kissing Nagisa back.
There’s a bang from the door, and both of them stop dead, the music turning off as their feet stop moving. In the door stands Hokuto, covered in rose petals as Nagisa had been before him, looking much more annoyed than Nagisa had been. When he notices what his seniors had been doing, a delightful blush starts creeping down his face. Oh, how adorable.
Ah, but while the joy of tormenting their junior does not match the joy of sharing artistic discourse with Nagisa, Wataru has a reputation to uphold. And so, with a heavy heart, they must leave the arms of Nagisa to launch themself at Hokuto with a big grin. “Hokuto-kun! Have you not heard of knocking? Must you disturb us?”