THERE'S A BEAUTIFUL SADNESS THAT RUNS THROUGH HIM

Satoru was a creature of habit. He had his own studio so there was never any need to leave elsewhere to dance. It was a pretty intimate thing to share with strangers anyway, especially since dance was his way of expression. There were dances no one else was allowed to see. Except maybe Tae, but even then, there were emotions that were even locked away from Tae. Down, deep in his chest overgrown with vines, under the sand, out on his secret island far in the middle of the ocean. The box only ever got opened to add and hide, never to reveal.

But he felt the need to try something new today. Not because he had any great passion or desire to, but he read something the other day that tried to encourage him to try something new. So he shrugged and decided to give it a try for the heck of it. And so here he was, slotting a room at another, more public studio. There were other dancers in the room already and he could feel their glances in his direction sometimes, but it honestly didn't bother him much. He hadn't started dancing yet, but he was off toward the side stretching.

Music passed on the speakers as another couple in the room practiced to that one over and over again. There were a couple other people practicing the same dance a few yards away, but Satoru had been told that the group would finish soon and Sato would have the room semi to himself while a few of them practiced their moves.

It wasn't too big of a deal, he danced in front of people all the time. He was working on a new one to a new song, but it wasn't ready for the public yet, so he was content to try reworking a dance he'd choreographed several years ago. Soon it was his turn to take the floor and he set up the appropriate song and then began to dance through the original piece, thinking, during that time, about how he could pick it apart.

After a good solid hour of this, even going through the same set of moves multiple times till he was satisfied, Satoru finished and went to sit down with a towel covering his sweaty teal hair, attempting to dry it a bit and to give himself some time to shift through the song and new sequence in his head.

Rommel Santiago ● x3 sorry if there isn't much to work with, i'm not anticipating from will approach him purposefully, but maybe accidentally?