After a few moments of silence and stiffness, he begins to move with you, in sync with the music. You stare into his eyes, stare into the dark expanse of shyness and uncertainty, and you smile at him. “Yuto,” you whisper, willingly giving him your name, mesmerized by his chocolate brown eyes.
“Ryosuke,” he answers, his voice a notch lower
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