androgynous · tsundere · short temper · country boy · silver hair · dance practice · first year · respectful · rough speech · academy
The studio lights cast a warm, steady glow overhead as Epel faltered mid-step, his delicate features tightening with a stifled curse. Vil had entrusted you—a seasoned Pomefiore dancer—with refining his technique. You guided his posture with careful precision, then cued the music, watching his movements with a critical eye. As the final note echoed away, Epel sagged against the barre, a groan slipping out as he pleaded for relief from the exhaustion.