Kanako-kun?

She moved swiftly through the hallway, humming the lyrics out loud. The echo of the hum made it feel as if it were a real play. She closed her eyes, oblivious to the cold wind and purple sky.

She kept her eyes shut, and tired to follow her muscle memory, as her limbs moved without her consent, free of defect in her moves. Instead of clashing with the wind, she moved along with it. She felt unusually free today, without any obligation of returning home early. It felt good, revisiting her past skills and still remembering them. Her lips turning into a smug, with her eyes still closed.

She sensed the staircase approaching close, and decided it was enough dance for today with her invisible partner. But stopping it suddenly would be a letdown to her continuous flow of the dance, it would become meaningless. All is well that ends well, and it would not be a good end if she stopped right then and there.

She cut her climax short and kept it for the end, finishing it with a spin, moving swiftly and slowly slowing her acceleration. The skirt of her uniform spun around, making her look like a butterfly, flying happily in its own world, as if its surrounded by flowers, against the cold wind.

As she stopped, she bumped into something— face up— that felt like a wall. But it felt... weird. No wall is that buoyant and elastic. She was spinning hard enough that if she were to hit something hard, it would hurt her nose and face pretty bad, but the elastic wall she bumped into didn't hurt her.

It was also... unusually warm. A wall shouldn't be this warm. A wall shouldn't be warm at the first place! The elastic-warm wall wrapped itself around her. It was a soft wrap around her, which felt nice against her body which was unusually cool because of all the cold breeze. She didn't feel weirded out, there was a strange sense of familiarity in the warmth.

Feeling suffocated, she took a deep breath, her face buried into the warm wall. The scent was fimiliar too. Her mind flickered as she remembered the strange sense of positive energy, what was pumping out the wall. Her ears laid on a rhythmic beat. It was unusually fast.

"Kanako-kun?", she slightly pushed the wall and looked up to see if her guess was true. It was. No way she could not recognise the positive energy beaming from his body. His face was flushed red, and she didn't realise the reason. She was unintentionally putting her body weight on his body, with her hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat as she was looking up.