[Team One] Your typical BL manga plot

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Title says it all lol
I just wanted to roll in some tropes.



“Work with me here! You promised you’d help out our club in times of trouble, right? So now’s the time! There’s no one else who can learn all of the choreography in time.” Yazawa, the captain of the high school dance club, looked up at him.

Sakuma looked at the clothes he had been handed by her and then back at the girl. “I guess that’s also why I need to wear this? As to not mess up the formation and all that.”

“You’re only ever quick on the uptake when it comes to dancing or anime. But that’s right.”

“Alright. Give me a few minutes to get changed.”

“Thank you, Sakuma-senpai!”

When he stepped into the gym again, he walked in on Yazawa and a tall male he didn’t recognize shouting orders at people as the practice went on. Just by watching for a few moments, Sakuma figured out what they were going with.

“Ah, Sakuma-senpai!” Yazawa noticed him and then tugged him along. “Everyone, as you know Eri-chan got injured and cannot make it, so I asked Sakuma-senpai to be our pinch hitter.”

There was a chorus of ‘thank yous’ from all over and he waved it off with a smile. He then went to join a group where he had spotted an opening in the formation. Yazawa blinked at him and he just gestured for her to continue. So she and her co-captain, the male, continued. Sakuma had picked up the basic things from watching so he tried to keep up with the group. Whenever he felt insecure, he would automatically pull out to the side a bit to watch and observe again.

When club practice had finished, Sakuma was one of the last people to leave.

“Thank you, Sakuma-senpai. You’re a lifesaver. I can’t believe you already memorized the choreography for the main part just after one practice.” Yazawa bowed to him.

“Chin up, Yazawa-chan. It’s okay. As you said, I promised.” Sakuma smiled.

“Still.”

“Thank you from me as well, Sakuma-senpai,” the male next to Yazawa bowed.

“Ah really, it’s fine uh-”

“Iwamoto. My name is Iwamoto Hikaru.”

“Iwamoto-kun then,” Sakuma smiled. “It’s okay, really.”

“Well, since you and Hikaru are here right now,” Yazawa looked back and forth between them, “Hikaru, do you want to tell senpai about the pair dance part?”

“Pair- eh?” Sakuma blinked.

“Ahahaha did I forget to mention that?” Yazawa looked away.

“Yazawa-chan.”

“Senpai!!”

Iwamoto smiled at the two, “Yazawa can send you a video later to watch. I think that’ll be easier than me explaining all of it. It’s not difficult or long, so don’t worry. Especially since you already remembered the choreography for the rest.”

“It’s a good choreography. I really enjoyed dancing it,” Sakuma smiled.

That seemed to make Iwamoto blush a bit. “Thank you.”

“Hikaru did all of the choreography for this,” Yazawa smiled proudly. “Come on, be more proud!”

“Yeah, it's great choreography. It’s fun to dance it,” Sakuma nodded. “Well then, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He waved and then went to get changed.

Sakuma studied the choreography video at home as promised and he could see why Yazawa had been so adamant about asking him. The choreography wasn’t easy and it would have been asking a lot to have someone else learn it a mere three - now two - days before the performance. But he would make it work. He had made a promise.

He joined the rehearsals again the next day. Yazawa was off doing things with the main group, so Sakuma figured he was going to practice the pair dance part with Iwamoto.

“Please lead. I will do my best to follow,” he smiled.

“Okay.” Iwamoto nodded.

As they danced, Sakuma thought about how nice it was to dance with Iwamoto. They seemed to go together well. He let Iwamoto take the lead and followed him.

One of the moves required him to wrap his arms around Iwamoto’s shoulders as the other picked him up and twirled him around. Their eyes met for a moment and Sakuma just naturally felt a smile tugging on his lips.

Iwamoto then set him down agan and they ended their routine, the twirl having been the last element before both of them were to return into the main formation.

“Perfect!! After we do our run through tomorrow we should be all set!!” Yazawa broke the moment by almost bouncing over to them. “For once I’m glad all your brains went into dancing, Sakuma-senpa!!” She hugged him.

“I don’t know if I should feel proud or insulted by that,” Sakuma laughed softly.

Since he was talking to Yazawa, he missed the look Iwamoto gave him.

The last rehearsal went by in a flash and before they knew it, it was time for the performance.

When it was over, Sakuma quietly snuck off, letting the dance club bask in their success and their farewells (it had been the last performance for the graduating third years, like himself). He returned the costume and wig to Yazawa, placing them in a bag and then close to her belongings in the changing area, before he left the venue.

Dressed in a baggy shirt, instead of a pink dress, and with a cap on (he had flat hair from wearing the long wig), he walked down the corridor. He passed Iwamoto, who seemed to be looking for someone but neither of them paid each other any heed.

A few years later...

“Our dance studio actually has quite a few part-timers from university. Which doesn’t mean that our quality is low. Many famous instructors started their careers here but also many famous dancers and artists in general,” the manager led Iwamoto past a ‘wall of fame’ which displayed pictures of a number of idols and artists.

“I’ll leave you with one of our long-standing part-timers. They’ll get you started. You’re probably around the same age, so I’m sure you’ll get along.”

Iwamoto nodded. “I’ll do my best.”

They walked into one of the rooms where a class seemed to have finished a few moments ago.

“Sakkun!”

Apparently the other person didn’t hear the manager of the buzz of the students, or maybe they were having a conversation and weren’t paying attention. A student seemed to have noticed instead and called out, “Sakuma-sensei! Manager is looking for you!”

Iwamoto froze. “Sakuma?”

Someone from among the crowd moved over. They were wearing track pants and a t-shirt and had a cap pulled on, so Iwamoto couldn’t see their face.

“Manager, what is- oh? Iwamoto-kun?”

That voice.

“Oh? You two know each other?”

“Ah, Iwamoto-kun is my kouhai from high school. He’ll be a great teacher! His choreography is really good! Good job hiring him, Manager-chan!”

“Oi! Don’t call me that in front of others, idiot!” she hit Sakuma over the head, making the cap fall off. Iwamoto swallowed. There was no mistake. Those beauty marks on the cheeks.

But. There was one thing. One problem.

“Iwamoto-kun? Hello? Anybody home?”

The problem was how the sweat was making the t-shirt cling to Sakuma’s chest. And revealed.

“Sakuma-senpai.”

“Ah he can still talk. I’m glad,” Sakuma laughed. “Ah but that’s a thing of the past. You can call me anything you like. Sakuma, Sakkun or even Daisuke, take your pick.”

Sakuma Daisuke.

His first love, his high school crush - was a guy.




I was told to hand it over to mousapelli. There you go senpai!