Valentine's Masquerade

[Kururugi_Suzaku]

Suzaku’s grin turned a little less nervous. “Even if they have no taste,” He began, finding it easier and easier to just follow Lulu without worrying about his steps, “they would still suffer the wrath of Hokuto.”

The words barely made it out of his mouth before a surprised little squawk and an incomplete curse followed them as Suzaku was turned in a circle. So much for his mindless steps; all of a sudden they didn’t matter, anymore, and Suzaku was just trying not to get his feet wrapped around each other as he spun. Belatedly, he realized simply lifting one off the floor made the spin quite a bit smoother, except that it, being belated, came too late and resulted in Suzaku stumbling back into place, clutching at Lulu’s shoulder as he counted the steps in his head to return to their rhythm.

But once his feet were in order, Suzaku was able to stand straight again, and loosened his hold hesitantly but considerably on Lulu. After a moment, he mildly massaged Lelouch’s collarbone, unaware of how strong his grip was, but sure it must have been at least a little uncomfortable. “Sorry,” He mumbled embarrassed, “my bad.”

[Lamperouge Lelouch]

Well perhaps the spin had been a bit too soon after all, but Lelouch hardly seem phased, even in the face of the powerful grip on his shoulder. He showed nothing but the kind patience he’d donned since they’d started and waited for the other boy to gain his equilibrium before daring to get their feet moving again. Sweet as it was, he also waited for Suzaku to be rest assured that he’d done no damage to his teacher and lightly patted him on the back.

“Calm down. If anyone is to apologize, it should be me for surprising you. Are you alright? I’ll remember to give you fair warning next time.”