She turned to look at him, albeit bothered by the close proximity, but her professionalism disregarded it almost instantaneously. Taking a deep breath, she launched into a petite sauté and then a sauté, eyes narrowing almost on reflex. He caught her flawlessly, and lifted her onto his shoulders, with his hands placed comfortably on her petit waist to support her. Both of them let out small breaths they never knew they had been holding. He eased her down gently, and turned her to face himself. "Now, that wasn't bad, wasn't it?" He chuckled softly, that signature smirk never leaving his face. For once, she couldn't even disagree. "Yeah it wasn't", she beamed. With that gummy smile on her face, she chanted, it wasn't that bad, it wasn't that bad, it's going to get better...

Weariness, responsibilities, mentally draining, physically exhausting. Those were the burdens these two had to carry, being the leaders of their dance society. Everyone looked to them to solve their problems, looked to them to be role models, and looked to them to be perfect dancers. Only with their counterparts as support while leading their team to an imminent prestigious dance competiton, these two find solace and comfort with each other.

They say leaders are always living in solitude, for they have to be the light for their followers. With him around, however annoying, that saying just does not seem to make sense.

From bickering enemies to lovers, watch as these two dance on their path to success. Obstacles along the way may make their future seem blurry, but if they are destined to be, who can stop them?