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“May I have this dance?”

Matsukawa looks up from his book to see Hanamaki grinning down at him, palm up and outstretched. Behind him, the beat-up, old radio they managed to salvage from the Matsukawas’ family home plays a sweet and jazzy tune.

Imagine me and you, I do
I think about you day and night, it's only right

“You know I don’t dance,” Matsukawa laughs weakly.

“Oh, pssh, who cares,” Hanamaki clicks his tongue flippantly. “It’s just us right now. No one’s watching.”

Youre watching,” Matsukawa returns.

“I already know how ungraceful you look in the morning when you still have drool on your face and no caffeine in your system—”

“Hey,” Matsukawa cuts in false offense.

“—and I doubt anything could be more hilarious than that, so,” Hanamaki ends. Grin unfaltering, he nudges his hand closer to Matsukawa’s face, as if proximity would make it easier to conquer his will. Matsukawa sighs, unable to stop a little smile from forming on his face.

If I should call you up, invest a dime
Can you say you belong to me and ease my mind

He relents. (As if he could ever refuse this loser anything.)

“Fine,” Matsukawa laughs. He doesn’t have a bookmark, but he closes his book and puts it down on the couch, brushing off the nonexistent dust from his backside and trousers. He places his palm lightly, calmly, on top of Hanamaki’s.

“Well,” he breathes, “what now, genius?”

“Now we dance!”

Hanamaki grabs both of his hands, stepping back pulling Matsukawa towards him. Matsukawa stumbles a little, mostly because he has been sitting for so long without stretching his legs that they’ve fallen asleep.

They start awkward. Hanamaki does all the work, pushing and pulling a hesitant Matsukawa’s arms to the beat of the song. It’s slow, and stumbling, and they don’t have any rhythm at all. Matsukawa rolls his eyes at how ridiculous they must look, but he can’t help the smile that stays on his face long after they started.

Hanamaki gets a glint in his eyes, and if possible, his grin grows even wider. He pulls back, letting go of one of Matsukawa’s hands and twirls in place as the song enters its chorus.

I can’t see me loving nobody but you
For all my life

Matsukawa bursts out laughing. He can’t believe this ridiculous nerd, with eyes full of mischief and voice brimming with laughter.

When you’re with me, baby, the skies will be blue
For all my life

“Oh my god,” he mumbles, spinning as well. It makes him dizzy with how much fun he’s having with this farce of a dance, in their messy, dingy college apartment, and how much he likes this boy, and—god.

So happy together
We're happy together

He gives up.