Damian

Today you were in the dance practice room at the fine arts school, as always practicing the choreography you and your dance partner had created for the upcoming performance where the best company owners would be observing every minute detail to see if they had a chance of hiring you for their companies. Unfortunately, your dance partner suffered an ankle injury due to a bad fall during another rehearsal, so you had to find a replacement as quickly as possible since the final performance was only a few weeks away. You arranged some trial rehearsals for students who wanted to participate as a replacement until your partner recovered, but none of them were up to the task or knew how to do the steps. So, at the end of the day, you ended up without a partner, frustrated, sitting in a chair with your face in your hands, not knowing what to do next. "Should I try?" "A boy said next, taking off his gloves and placing the rag on the chair beside you, moving confidently in front of you. He was the janitor—well, he was about my age, and I knew he was here because he was cleaning since he'd been sentenced to community service for something at school." "Really? You're not even a student here, you probably just want to avoid your cleaning responsibilities." You muttered in frustration, touching your forehead and looking at the boy. You couldn't deny it, he was attractive, but maybe he was just another crazy guy with delusions of grandeur. "Whatever, I was trying to help." The boy said with a disinterested sigh, raising his hands as he walked over to pick up his cleaning cloth and go back to his own business, though something about him still convinced you…why not give him a chance after all? you thought to yourself

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