Get Down Tonight (2/2)

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Title: Get Down Tonight
Rating: R
Pairing: Aiba Masaki/Sakurai Sho
(PART ONE: HERE)

PART 2



𝕪.𝕞.𝕔.𝕒

Aiba had made around fifteen photocopies of various objects on his desk before Jun had cruelly reminded him that every piece of paper was paid for with company money.

Nino sighed and spun around a few times in his office chair.

"Time to face facts. He's not coming."

"Nino's right," Jun said in agreement, "We thought this might happen."

Apparently Jun had been asking Sho out to drinks with the department every other night and had become suspicious when he'd been consistently rejected. Nino, able to keep a secret from everyone except his Gentle J, had blabbed about exactly what Sakurai Sho had been up to the past two weeks.

Aiba was fine with Jun knowing, honestly, but it had put a few things back into perspective. Sho had a life he'd put on hold for all this dance practice, and no matter how much Aiba loved dancing with him, loved him for doing all of this, it wasn't going to make them any better at dancing to completely shut out reality.

So he'd said okay to a few drinks with friends, giving up one night of rehearsal in the hopes that it would be like recharging some batteries. Unfortunately, this night in particular was shaping up to be a work-until-midnight scenario for poor Sho.

Aiba felt terrible for it, but he couldn't bring himself to go out and have fun while Sho was stuck at the office.

"You guys go on. I think I'll stay and check on how he's doing," Aiba decided aloud.

The look Jun and Nino shared after his statement made his neck and cheeks feel hot, but his mind was made up! They could always go out drinking after the competition. There'd be something to celebrate, right?

After saying his goodbyes to his friends, Aiba made his way to Sho's small office. He had to admit, the one thing that might have made him want to move up the corporate ladder was the bit of privacy he'd be afforded. Even if it was fun to toss things at Nino over their shared cubicle wall. He was impressed with Sho's name by the door. He worked hard! But of course Aiba knew that already.

He lifted his hand to knock at the same time the door swung open.

"Oh!"

"Oh! Masaki, whats up?" Sho asked, clearly surprised to see him.

"I thought you might be busy. Were you coming out to drinks? We might still catch them if we hurry," Aiba told him, gesturing vaguely behind himself. He doubted that Nino and Jun had gotten far, but even if they had, Aiba knew where they were headed.

"Ah, sorry. I don't think it's possible tonight. I only have forty minutes or so before I've got another call," Sho explained, bowing his head in apology. Aiba waved a hand to show it was really not a problem. Sho was about the last person who owed him anything at the moment. If he was busy, it couldn't be helped.

Standing in front of Sho now with silence growing between them, Aiba wondered why he’d thought it was better to stay. What help was he going to be able to give? Sho was an adult who could take care of himself. He'd thought that maybe he could go pick him up some dinner or something, but that wasn't really normal behavior even for friends. He didn't remember ever being brought a bento when working late from Nino or anything.

He laughed quietly at himself, then said, "I guess that's all? I'm sort of in your way."

"No!" Sho objected, "No, you aren't. I was just going to head down to the gym for a few minutes. I've been stuck sitting around all day, so... if you want? You could come?"

Aiba smiled and nodded his head. Maybe it was because he'd gotten used to hanging out with Sho every night, but he didn't want to say no to spending time with Sho now.

Neither of them were really dressed to lift weights or go for a run. Sho's plan had apparently been to walk a little on the treadmill, enough to feel like he was going somewhere without actually having to leave the building. Aiba joined him on the machine beside, walking and talking as if it was something they did all the time. He'd never heard the story about how Sho had met Ohno (a college party), or why Sho had gotten into Public Relations (he was a social creature who enjoyed communication with others). Sho had never heard about his parents' restaurant, or about how he'd discovered his passion for disco.

All in all, the time spent actually felt useful. It had given Aiba an opportunity to get to know Sho more one-on-one, with no dance moves to distract from the conversation. It had also introduced him to the company gym, which he was sure he'd heard about when he was hired, but had completely forgotten about until now.

"WHAT! There's a net down here!?"

Apparently Aiba had been completely missing out. If he'd known there was a basketball net on the fourth floor, he'd have been spending every lunch break down here!

"I thought I might want to play basketball as a kid," Aiba told Sho with a bright smile. It was a fond memory. But Sho's break was only meant to be a short one, so Aiba wasn't about to try and find where they kept the ball.

Good thing he had a decent imagination.

He pretended to dribble the ball, then stop and shoot. Nothing but net!!

"Why aren't you a basketball star, then? Seems to me like you can do anything when you want to," Sho stated with a chuckle. "Can you dunk?"

Hmmnn. Aiba honestly didn't know. He was sort of tall, but not Michael Jordan tall. Not even close. He held up a finger to ask for a moment, then backed up a little. If he got a running start, he might just be able to touch the rim. So he went for it, rushing forward at full speed and jumping up with all his power. His fingers were nearly there! But he came back down before anything connected. Damn.

He was about to try again when he suddenly felt arms wrap around his legs from behind.

"Sho-chan!?" he squeaked, his heart racing as he was suddenly lifted up from the floor. He stared at the basketball net in front of him in surprise.

"Dunk already!" Sho laughed and shifted his weight. Aiba pretended to do just that, but it wasn't basketball he was thinking about any longer.

Sho had lifted him off his feet like it was no problem at all. Sho had lifted him up just like that, no struggle.

Sho lifted him.

SHO LIFTED HIM!

"SHO-CHAN YOU IDIOT!!!"

It wasn't fair to lay the blame entirely at Sho's feet when Aiba had already seen small glimpses of his partner's strength, but how hadn't either of them thought to use it like this? It was exactly what their routine needed! Without Ohno to pick up, Aiba had assumed that lifts were out of the question, but this changed everything.

"DON'T CALL ME AN IDIOT, IDIOT!" Sho growled playfully. He twirled Aiba around once before setting him carefully back down.

"NO, YOU IDIOT!" Aiba repeated, laughing and slapping his hands against Sho's chest excitedly, "You perfect idiot! We're going to win!"

It was clear that Sho had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, but Aiba was about ready to cry. Sho had lifted him up with his stupidly beautiful arms and now there was a hope inside him that he hadn't dared let grow before. He was competing for fun, really, it was just to have fun. But maybe... maybe they could win. After all their hard work, there was a real chance!

"Do you think you could lift me over your head?"

"What??"

𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕟 𝕎𝕠𝕠𝕕

When Kazama had called to say that the set next to their usual practice room would be filming tonight, Aiba had been desperate to find a way for them to keep their rehearsal. He'd tried the dance studio, but the evening was booked up with classes. He'd considered the company gym, since it had given them their best inspiration, but ultimately knew he'd be too embarrassed to practice full out if anyone else from work happened to be watching.

As a last resort, he'd cleared out as much space in his living room as possible, set his laptop up to play their music, and invited Sho over. It was hardly ideal, but it would do in a pinch. The ceiling in his apartment was just high enough that he'd not smack his head against it when up on Sho's shoulders. But he might not want to raise his arms any higher than his chin.

"At least if I drop you, the floor's a little softer," Sho joked when he arrived.

There wasn't enough room to do his run up, but that was okay. The last few practices had shown that Sho could catch him in a leap. The problem was how he caught Aiba, his hands in strange positions and his weight dangerously off center every time.

"If we can decide on how you'll hold me in the next twenty minutes, I'll let you choose the take-out," Aiba bribed him.

"And you're still sure we can't just copy Dirty Dancing?" Sho replied with a chuckle.

Sho had been having way too much fun with teasing him about being picked up, but to be fair, Aiba was enjoying it too. He had a few bumps and bruises, but they'd been a good excuse for getting Sho to dote on him at practice. Suddenly Aiba was too sore to retrieve his water bottle. Sometimes, Aiba was too much in pain to put his things back in his bag. And Sho took it all in stride, charming Aiba every step of the way.

Sho was hot, and Aiba wasn't able to avoid that anymore.

It had never been like this with Ohno. That wasn't to say there hadn't been brief moments of a little something, a tingling sensation if Ohno pressed against him just right. But those times were rare and fleeting, and Aiba had always been able to brush them off as a general excitement about dancing together.

As Sho got better and better about throwing his whole body into a dance move, Aiba became more and more aware that Sho's body was working beside him. Sometimes against him. Sometimes supporting him with a strength that Aiba hadn't realized Sakurai Sho possessed before they'd entered into this together.

He'd always found Sho attractive, but Aiba thought plenty of people were attractive. Being attractive, flirting sometimes, it didn't have to amount to anything. So why did Sho's touch have to make his blood run hot? Why did he shiver when he could hear Sho's breathing behind him? His heart ached longingly when Sho's laughter filled the space between them. Every time it happened he wanted to make Sho laugh again and again.

He felt guilty about how his eyes wandered, pretending as if the bead of sweat rolling down Sho's neck was somehow related to the steps in their routine.

Focus, he told himself. "One more time," he said aloud.

Sho nodded at his command, planting his right leg firmly in preparation to hold them both steady. All Aiba had to do was use Sho's thigh as his stairway for now. When they had their practice space back, there would be no springboard. He'd take a leap of faith, let Sho turn him in midair.

"One, two... three," he counted. On three. On three he was supposed to jump up.

But as his voice hit three, his mind shut down, and his body took over for him. The only beat he could follow was the one pounding in his chest. It guided his hands to Sho's hair and his lips to Sho's lips, and when he felt that sharp tug of heat in his stomach, nothing else mattered.

As Sho's arms wrapped around him, Aiba melted against his partner. Warm hands smoothed down his back as Sho's mouth opened for him. There was no sense in trying to pull back from this now. He was so needy he was dizzy with it.

Aiba had no idea how long their tongues tangled together, too lost in the joy of Sho's perfect kisses to care. But he did notice when his lower half began to rock forward gently, aiming for more attention.

His bed was only a few steps away, and beside it everything he'd need to bury himself in this feeling. But Aiba couldn't stand to move away for even a moment. He was too turned on to make it to the bedroom.

It was lucky for him that Sho seemed to echo that sentiment.

"Touch me," he spoke softly when Aiba dared to stop and breathe. He repeated it, louder this time as Aiba's hand teased at the waistband of his sweats. "Please, Masaki. Touch me."

He slid his hand inside Sho's pants, then further until he'd dipped beneath Sho's boxers. He hadn't been planning on this, truly he hadn't, but now that it was happening he was ready to enjoy every second.

Aiba's fingers curled loosely around Sho's hardening length, his strokes measured as he let his lips explore higher up. He loved the feel of Sho's jawline, and the taste at the base of his neck. He remembered that bead of sweat from earlier and tried to find its resting place with his tongue.

"I want all of you," Aiba told him, his teeth gently biting at the collar of Sho's shirt. All of Sho, not all of Sho's clothes.

He moaned in approval as Sho lifted the garment up and over his head. Aiba didn't waste any time, pressing several kisses across Sho's chest. He only paused in his act of showering affection when Sho suddenly pushed forward into his grasp. Now that was the kind of thrust he'd been waiting for all this time.

Aiba wanted to fuck him. Aiba wanted to be fucked by him. Aiba wanted Sho's lips around his cock and Sho's legs around his body. He wanted to bounce in Sho's lap, he wanted Sho's kisses everywhere they could reach. He wanted everything... eventually. Right now he could barely keep his knees from buckling where he stood.

"Don't wait for me," Aiba told him, lining himself up against Sho's thigh to relieve some pressure. "I want to feel you."

Aiba loved the sounds Sho made when his hand tightened around him, pumping Sho harder and faster. He left soft kisses at the corner of Sho's mouth between exchanges of words. Before long, Aiba had want he wanted, Sho shuddering as he spilled into Aiba's hand.

"Masaki, that was..." Sho tried to say something, but couldn't seem to find the words to complete his thought.

Aiba nodded in agreement. Whatever Sho had wanted to convey, Aiba was sure that he matched those feelings exactly. Except for maybe the bliss of orgasm. He wasn't quite there yet, as his body was quick to remind him.

He pressed a kiss to Sho's mouth and rolled his hips, eager to continue. Sho took the hint, his warm hand finding Aiba exactly where Aiba needed him.

All it took was the right pressure, a firm twist, and Aiba was shaking with pleasure.

"That was," he repeated Sho's words.

It was perfect.

𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕄𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕎𝕒𝕪

Sho looked irresistible with bed hair. It was a true wonder. Aiba had now seen him sweaty, super sweaty, freshly showered, and now this - dressed up for work, but with his hair all out of place. Sho thought it was inappropriate.

Aiba sort of agreed, but that's why he liked it so much.

"I'm sorry! My hair's cut the way I want it, I don't put any product in it. I didn't even think to have some around," he apologized, trying not to laugh at the way Sho continued to pout.

Aiba wanted to point out that Sho could have gotten up early enough to go back to his own place instead of sleeping late and borrowing Aiba's things. However, they both knew that hadn't been an option. Aiba had wanted him to stay in bed as much as Sho had wanted to stay there. Pants a little too long and shirt a little too tight were a small price to pay for company at breakfast.

The hair though. So great.

"Masaki? I was thinking..." Sho spoke up after a few sips of coffee, "I should tell you that as much as I really care about Satoshi-kun, I didn't really do this for him."

Aiba briefly wondered if Sho meant what had happened the night before. It would have been strange to find out that Sho had considered any of that an additional favor for Ohno! But then he realized that Sho meant the dancing. He acknowledged he was listening with a nod of his head.

"Ever since that company retreat, whenever I'd see you at the office I kept imagining us back there," Sho continued, "And every time I imagined us back there I imagined doing things differently. Not the kiss! The kiss was amazing. But after. After it was over I let you walk away. It felt like it was the end."

It hadn’t been truly over. It had only been the end to the extent that they hadn't kept kissing. Aiba could see that now. Whatever feelings he'd had then, they were still very present. Aiba hadn't recognized how much so until they'd grown closer, but now it was undeniable.

Which was why he felt so guilty as he interrupted Sho's speech.

"Don't confess to me, Sho. I'm begging you. Please wait."

Aiba knew he sounded harsh, stopping him now. It wasn't that he didn't want to hear it. He wanted to hear it so badly. That was the problem.

He could have kicked himself for how his tongue became stuck. Every second that ticked by, more of the hurt he was causing appeared in Sho's expression.

"I'm... I'm sorry, I thought after last night that maybe we wanted the same thing," Sho apologized and quickly stood up from his chair.

Aiba followed suit, not wanting to let Sho get away from him if it was about to come to that.

"It's not that I don't want anything, it's just that the timing is really... this competition means a lot to me," Aiba tried to convey his mixed-up feelings.

"And I don't?" Sho questioned.

Aiba hated the way Sho looked at him, like he was being rejected. Why did it have to be a choice? It wasn't that disco meant something and Sho meant nothing, it's that disco meant something and they wouldn't even be this close now if it weren't for Aiba wanting to achieve that dream.

He shook his head and reached a hand out, gently grabbing Sho's wrist. He needed to make Sho understand he needed more time, that was all. Time was something they didn't really have right now. They were so close.

"I want to be with you, Sho-chan. I do! But you're already distracting enough," Aiba expressed, tightening his grip when he could see Sho processing his words before he was truly finished.

"I think about you constantly! At work, at practice, when I get home from practice, right before I fall asleep. I'm supposed to be concentrating on finishing our routine and all I want to do is wrap myself around you. I can't take it if you confess to me now. You'll become everything I care about, and then how will we win?"

It sounded selfish. It sounded ridiculous! Aiba knew there was a real risk that Sho could throw away what they'd been working for if he wanted. It wouldn't be a surprise if he decided that Aiba was being unfair to his feelings. Why bother continuing to help someone who had let you down? Aiba could lose more than the competition after this. He didn't want to lose a chance at romance!

But.

"Masaki?" Sho said quietly. Aiba began to panic as he felt Sho pull out of his hold.

"Yeah?"

"I don't like you. Not even a little bit. I don't want to date you. You're kind of gross," Sho told him, shrugging his shoulders. Aiba stared at him in awe, confused about how he might have read the room so incorrectly. But Sho wasn't finished.

"After we win that competition? After that, I might just fall in love with you."

Aiba had thought Sho's dedication to their dance lessons might have been the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him. Clearly, he was wrong. He'd never had someone be so generous. The gift of understanding was the best he'd ever been given.

Aiba blinked back a few tears and pulled Sho in for a hug, sighing happily as it was readily returned.

Okay.

Show time. Then? Sho time.

𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖

The crowd went crazy as couple number 8 took their position on the dance floor. Aiba could barely hear himself think as the cheering and chanting grew louder.

MISTER J! MISTER J! MISTER J!

"Who's Mr. J?" Sho asked him, peeking around Aiba's shoulder to the staging area.

"It's not Mr. J, it's our biggest competition. Mr. Hollywood and MJ," Aiba explained with a wide grin.

They may have been the biggest competition, but they were also his closest friends. Jun in his deep purple suit, looking every bit like disco royalty. Nino, glittering in gold beside him, working the audience with his winks and cheeky salutes.

Aiba had always loved to watch them move.

"Woah. Is that really Matsumoto-kun?" Sho asked with a chuckle. "He looks like a celebrity out there."

He did! He also had great taste in music. Aiba hadn't even thought he could use something modern like Daft Punk! It was a genius move. The crowd was already clapping along to their routine. Aiba thought he even saw one girl crying when Jun pointed in her direction.

Every so often Aiba looked away from the dancing to admire Sho's expressions. He had done his best to describe what they'd be walking into tonight, but it was almost impossible to do it justice. The moving lights on the dance floor, the crowd surrounding the stage at every side, the judges table in the distance where it was too dark to see their reactions. There was an electricity in the room that you could only believe when you felt it for yourself. He liked the true excitement he saw in Sho's eyes as he followed along with the couple's moves.

When he turned his attention back to Nino and Jun, he gasped at the trick they'd come up with. Nino did a series of backflips across the floor until he reached Jun at the other side. Jun quickly picked him up and spun him around to cap it off.

"Disco has backflips? Shit," Sho mumbled.

Aiba laughed and pat his shoulder consolingly.

When their number had reached its thrilling conclusion, Aiba clapped just as hard as anyone else. He was Mr. Hollywood and MJ's biggest fan. But he didn't have time to try and find and congratulate them on a stellar performance. He and Sho were on standby now.

"You sure this looks okay?" Sho asked for the fifth time. Aiba had very much approved of Sho's bold red costume. Together they looked like a Christmas decoration, which at any other point in time might be odd, but on a disco floor only added to their appeal.

"I'm still not sure why you had to name yourself Funky Cherry, but the rest of it is fine," Aiba answered him with a smirk.

One of the best parts of participating was seeing the creativity of everyone else as they waited their turn. Aiba would have never come up with a cowboy theme, but couple number 9 made it look good. He admired the way they used an invisible lasso to pull each other around the floor.

"You look incredible," Sho told him, giving him a gentle nudge with his hip, "I forgot to tell you."

"Save the flattery! Show me what you like about me out there," Aiba teased, nodding toward the dance floor. Any minute now. Any minute they'd be out there performing. This was it.

Aiba's heart began to pound as the couple ahead of them finished and the MC began to introduce them.

"AND NOWWWWWWW... COUPLE NUMBER 10 THIS EVENING, GIVE IT UP... FOR FUNKY CHERRY, AND DISCO STAAAAAR!"

It was hard not to smile when you walked out to noisy applause. He squeezed Sho's hand and grinned even more widely as he felt Sho squeeze back.

Aiba had always liked the fact that it was a rule to circle the dance floor in a promenade before beginning. It gave him an opportunity to search the crowd for familiar faces, the people who supported him and made dancing possible. Like Kazama, who was waving an uchiwa like crazy. He was even more touched by the fact that Ohno had shown up. Even though it must have been hard for him to know he couldn't dance tonight, he had come to watch. Aiba blew him a kiss as they passed by.

FUNKY CHERRY! DISCO STAR! FUNKY CHERRY! DISCO STAR! FUNKY CHERRY! DISCO STAR!

Three weeks ago he'd chosen their music without even knowing what the lyrics really meant. He recognized 'dance' and 'romance', but Sho had been the one to explain what the lyrics were saying. It hadn't mattered then, but it felt so perfect now. Sho wasn't going to be his partner after tonight. He had plenty of other interests and hobbies he would likely go back to, and Ohno would be on his feet again soon.

It was the last dance.

One more time. Together.

They reached their starting position as the music began to play. It was slow and sweet at first, something to help them ease into the routine. When Sho pressed close against him and dipped him low, it was as if it was only the two of them again. Knowing people were watching only made him feel a little fired up. Maybe it would have been better to have kept this sexy side of Sakurai Sho all to himself.

"I need you, beside me..." Sho sang along quietly against his ear before dipping him again.

That was the moment for Aiba. The moment he knew he'd never forget this evening.

As the song picked up in tempo, Aiba felt his energy start to guide him. It wasn't about getting every single move right anymore. It was about expressing how good he felt about himself tonight, how good he felt about Sho being at his side. He knew the routine in and out, now he could dance the hell out of it!

He could hear the shouts of DISCO STAR! as he placed his hands behind his head and ran in place, finishing off with a strong thrust at his partner.

Aiba joined Sho in a Hokkaido Mountain Bop, trying not to laugh at how out of sync they were. It wasn't important! A quick body roll and they were back on track and into their grapevine and hip bump.

And it was fun. Aiba couldn't have asked for anything more.

The climax of the song soon approached, sending them to opposite sides of the floor.

Seeing Sho across the room, arms open, it gave Aiba all the confidence he needed to end their performance on a high. Sho was going to catch him. Sho was going to be there for him no matter what happened.

Aiba ran, leapt into the air, and felt Sho's capable hands at his hips exactly as intended. He was flying!

And then he was seated on Sho's shoulder, gripping him tightly and looking out into the crowd.

"Congrats, Disco Star," Sho said as he placed him gently back on the ground. Aiba threw his arms around him, continuing to hold onto him even as they made their way off the dance floor.

It hit him in a sudden wave. It was over. They'd done it! Exactly as they'd wanted.

"Thank you," he told Sho. Aiba couldn't wait. He planted several kisses across the man's cheek and jaw, finally leaving one final lingering one against Sho's lips.

"Thank you, Sho-chan. For everything."

𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤

Aiba wasn't even upset! How could he be when his best friends were hugging each other so tightly in joy over first place? It was probably a trick of the light, but Aiba thought he might have seen the glimmer of a tear in Nino's eye.

"They did it," Aiba choked out, taking a deep breath to get ahold of himself, "And we did it too. Fan favorite, Sho-chan! You and me."

Sho whooped in victory, then held up the small disco ball trophy in triumph. It would have been nice to place, but for only three weeks dancing together? Aiba thought there accomplishment was truly amazing. It made him feel good about himself. The judges and the audience had liked their routine enough to name them the favorite act of the night!

"You're missing everything," Ohno scolded them, pushing at Aiba's butt with the end of his crutch. "Everybody's doing the bus stop!"

Aiba laughed at Sho's obvious confusion.

"It's a dance," Jun explained, holding out a hand for Sho to take. "I'll teach you. Let's go."

Aiba waved as Sho was dragged away somewhat reluctantly, still clutching the trophy in his other hand. He promised Ohno he'd join them shortly. There was one thing he needed to do first.

"You're the greatest dancer to have ever lived, aside from MJ, and I promise to buy you one game of your choosing at any price."

"Yes I am," Nino agreed. He didn't look as smug as Aiba had imagined he would. If anything, he looked peaceful.

Aiba looped his arm through his friend's and began to pull him toward the others.

"But next time," he warned, wiggling his eyebrows, "I'm coming for your title, so you better watch out!"

Nino scoffed at the very idea of it, then replied, "I'd love to see you try! You wouldn't even be here if it weren't for J recognizing my greatness."

"Not fair," Aiba whined.

Not fair, but true.

𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠 𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕠

"It's Nino, right?" Jun asked, but didn't wait for a response before he continued, "You have a great face."

Aiba wasn't aware that Nino could turn so red. His own jaw dropped slightly at what was happening in front of him. Though he could agree his friend was attractive, he'd never heard someone declare it so boldly.

Nino took a moment to compose himself, trying to look unaffected as he responded with, "I know."

"I also know you're a musician. Ever try dancing? I was hoping we could pair up," Jun explained, pulling a piece of paper from his jacket and holding it out for Nino to take.

Nino glanced at it, but when he didn't seem to reach for it, Aiba bowed his head and took it from Jun himself. He laughed at how intense the flyer was with its bright pink and orange lettering on a dark background. There was the name of a dance studio written on top, and at first Aiba thought that Nino was being propositioned to learn to hip-hop or something. As he read further, however, Aiba could see that the class being advertised was very, very different.

"Disco!?" Aiba couldn't contain himself, looking up at Jun in surprise.

"Yeah, Disco. It's sexier than it sounds, at least when I'm dancing," Jun answered.

"Why should I dance with you? I don't dance with anyone. I don't particularly like to move if I can help it," Nino said.

Jun looked Nino up and down, then turned to Aiba as if seeking confirmation. Aiba gave a small nod. Nino wasn't the type to put a lot of effort into anything physical. If he had to do something, he was usually the best at it, but it was hard to convince him much was worth his time when there were games to be played at home. He highly doubted his friend would change his lifestyle for a dance class, even if Jun had a mysterious allure.

"I'll treat you to dinner. Every Tuesday and Thursday, right after practice," Jun offered.

Aiba gasped. Well. That changed things.

"I'll think about it," Nino promised, extracting the flyer from Aiba's hands and shoving it under his computer's keyboard.

"See you Tuesday," Jun responded with a grin.