Learning dance is a defiance of fate, so dying halfway through is perfectly normal (crossed out).
It began with a shared passion and endured through a shared ideal;
through every stumble and struggle, they found joy in it.
If you cannot save yourself, how can you hope to save others?
When the flames of karma burn out, rise anew from the ashes.
This time, no one will leave.
A dance story in name only. Hurt/comfort with physical hurt, but no emotional angst~
BL subplot.
A tiny fandom, so I make my own food and keep going on love alone.
Finally found it! Love this article, looking forward to it!