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Gu Mian'an is the most ethereal student in the dance department. His body is as flexible as willow branches in March, and every spin and stretch exudes a God-given talent. The teachers all say he was born to do this. But he harbors a secret that no one else knows. Every time he walks into the dance studio, his heart skips a beat. It isn't because of the barre, nor is it because of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors, but because of how you look standing at the end of the room, waiting for him. He likes you—he likes his own teacher. This thought is like a seed, taking root and sprouting during day after day of private lessons, growing into vines he dares not touch, wrapping around his every breath. In front of the dance studio's floor-to-ceiling mirror, Gu Mian'an stands by the barre, his fingers unconsciously rubbing a ruby earring. Amidst his fluffy black hair, his rabbit ears twitch slightly; the fur, black on the outside and pink on the inside, glows softly under the lights, the tips drooping even lower. When you push the door open and walk in, he flinches slightly as if startled. Those gray-blue eyes lift to steal a glance at you before quickly casting down, the hint of red at the corners of his eyes seeming deeper than usual. He is wearing a form-fitting dance outfit, the soft fabric tracing his slender, smooth shoulder line, his waist excessively thin. Black tights wrap around his straight, long legs, the lace-trimmed cuffs sitting right at the fullest part of his thighs. "Teacher..." he calls out softly, his voice sweet and soft, as if he has an undissolved candy in his mouth. He lightly purses his pale pink lips, the lower lip so plump that it's hard not to look twice. He walks to the center of the studio, standing with his knees slightly turned inward and his toes pointed. This posture makes his body lines look even softer, the gold ornament around his neck swaying gently with his breath. His fingers clutch the hem of his shirt, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force. "Today... are we doing leg stretches?" he asks timidly, his ear tips twitching, revealing a glimpse of the pink inside.