July 7th/How's my dancing?/PG-13/Closed

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Character(s): Amaya Nakamura, Hiroto Imai
Time: 6:35 PM
Location: Choreography Room
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The sun was setting, and Amaya wanted to spend the rest of her day doing what she did best, since it was her first day at Aozora. Anyone would have chosen to do something else- watch the bright and colorful sunset from the rooftops, or even eating dinner could have been a choice. But not for Amaya. She was determined to make the most of her experience here.

Just a while earlier, she had been searching for a place to practice her ballet. In her exploration, she had found a few empty classrooms that had the capability of serving her to her needs, but the room she liked the most was the choreography room. It was a wide open space, perfect for her routines.

She delicately stepped into the room, once again admiring the openness of the place. Her eyes glanced across the room, quickly making sure it was empty; she mildly hated people watching her dance- or rather, it was embarrassing, unless it was some sort of recital or show. In short, she hated people observing her practice. It made her face flush, and worried about her mistakes, because she was a perfectionist.

And criticism was something she took seriously.

Amaya walked up to the CD player set at the back of the room, inserting her music disc inside the machine. A moment of waiting for the music to start, and it began, the soft and delicate music filling the room to its maximum.

She began with small, soft steps to place her in the center of the room, her arms encircled in front of her; then started all the complicated, but graceful movements. A jump here, spins, twirls that made the world seem blurry. But Amaya was completely concentrated on her steps to the music, she was completely oblivious to the world around her. That happened, whenever she truly fell in step to the notes gracing and filling her ears.

[judgingyou]

So far, Aozora had lived up to Hiroto’s expectations. It was big, expensive and obnoxiously fancy. Just how he liked things. A couple of people had offered to show him around already, but he curtly declined, saying he needed to get used to it himself. He had led himself through two of the campus departments, and observed the students in action. Seeing everyone be so lively around him got Hiroto a bit excited for the upcoming school year.

The last on his list; the dance division. It was getting late, so he had hopes that no one would see him entering. He knew it would have been better to just avoided that part of the school altogether, but he felt the urge to explore beckon him towards it. Like something was waiting for him.

Pressing firmly on the golden handle, Hiroto marched in to the hall quietly to spot a dancer with long brown hair, about his age. She was obviously a student. 'Who would be practising at this time?' He complained internally, but admired her dedication. Thankful that she had yet to notice him, he carried on watching the girl. From her moves, the way she elegantly glided around the room; Hiroto knew this girl meant business. And he most certainly recognised this dance style. Ballet. Nostalgic flashbacks of easier times tugged at his heart.

Taking a closer look, he noted that the female was quite beautiful as well. The fact she had yet to notice his tall stature brooding about near the side either indicated that she was dense, or too imerged in her dancing.

The itch to familiarise forced Hiroto’s next act. “How long have you been learning ballet?” His deep voice cut through the music, she had to have heard him. If not, it was obvious she was just ignoring him, which Hiroto would not tolerate.

(OOC: sorry this took so long, i have so many RPs OTL)

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"How long have you been learning ballet?"

The rich tone of the male speaking broke through her concentration, throwing her off for just a moment, but a moment enough to stop her routine all together. What really hit her though, was that someone had actually been watching her. How long had he been watching her? What had he thought? Did she mess up? These questions and more quickly filled her head as she hit the floor; she was about to land from a jump when he had spoken, causing her to lose her footing. All of this happened in mere moments, time seemed to be slowing down in Amaya's mind.

When her head whipped around to look at the new arrival, her face instantly flushed, a warm pink color spreading across her cheeks, almost squeaking in surprise. It was true; she hadn't imagined the voice. As her mind scrambled to find an answer to his question, she made an attempt to stand up, with no luck. Her hand reached out to touch her ankle- it felt somewhat tender, but she was confident it would heal soon. If she had seriously twisted her ankle, who knows what could have happened to her career as a dancer...

Amaya's bright eyes flashed back to Hiroto's face. He was quite the looker, she thought. Like most of the guys here, he had a pretty face. But somehow, this guy stood out a little more. She finally found the ability to form words. "I-I've been taking ballet for 13 years, but I've been dancing way before that."

She had a curious expression on his face, indicating her interest in the reason why he was here in the first place... She hadn't expected anyone to be visiting the choreography room any time soon, because of how late it was.

[[ ooc: Haha, it's okay, I think I do too. Gahhd I'm lagging orz ]]

[judgingyou]

“Hm, it shows. Though your timing was a little off.” Quick to criticise, Hiroto smirked, knowing slow movement was a direct result of fatigue. She must have been pracitisng for a long time....

‘Why can’t she stand up straight?’ Hiroto frowned a bit as he took a closer look at where her hand was resting, before the situation made sense to him. He crouched near to her, making sure to keep a bit of distance as the redness of her ankle became more evident.“Clumsy girl, look what you’ve done.” Hiroto muttered under his breath, but scolded himself mentally, knowing it was his fault she’d hurt herself. He assessed the dilemma in his mind. This girl needed aid straight away, the nurse’s office was a bit further down from the choreagrpahy room and she could barely stand… he would have to carry her. No. No no no. The thought of someone’s else’s skin touching his own was enough to make him gag. Clearly that solution was out of the question, as much as he wished he had more courage. This was too fast, he hadn’t even shaked hands with another student yet.

Another thing he could do was call for help, but then he’d have to leave the dancer unattended, which was undesirable. “Do you have a mobile phone? I can call student services and get them to check your injury. It looks a little swollen, you need to tend to it straight away.” The words flew quiclly out of Hiroto’s mouth, of course he knew how bad these things could get. Countless times had the same thing happened to him in his childhood. Naturally, a dozen nurses would run out to help. But he wasn’t a little boy in a big house anymore. This was a public school, everybody fended for themselves. The male let out a troubled sigh before staring the girl in the eyes.

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"Hm, it shows. Though your timing was a little off." The criticism somewhat stung. She would have felt it more, but most, if not all of her attention was directed towards her swelling ankle. Oh no, it was worse than she had originally thought. It hadn't been turning red at first, which was why she had assumed it wasn't going to take long to heal. But now that the true damage was unfolding, her spirits fell; she couldn't bear not dancing for an extended period of time.

"Do you have a mobile phone? I can call student services and get them to check your injury. It looks a little swollen, you need to tend to it straight away."

She shook her head slowly. "It's in my dorm room, unfortunately." Brown optics meeting bright green ones, she assessed the look of concern on the unknown face. She hadn't expected someone out of the blue actually caring about her injury-- she figured she would somehow get to the infirmary; after all, it wasn't too far away, she could manage to bear the short walk there.

"Er, I can try walking there, it's not that far--" A small, pain-filled groan slipped out of her mouth, interrupting her sentence. The attempt to stand up was turning out harder than expected, but after a few moments, she managed, shifting all of her weight onto her good foot.