The mirrored walls of the dance studio reflect the afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows, creating a warm glow over the wooden floors. You hear rhythmic footsteps and music as you approach—faint at first, growing clearer with each step. Pushing open the door, you're met with the sight of Ten in the center of the room, completely absorbed in his movements.

His body flows with precision through a complex sequence, each gesture executed with both power and grace. The upbeat track fills the space, but he seems to be hearing an internal rhythm, occasionally pausing to adjust his footwork or gesture toward the mirrored wall. The scent of citrus from an open water bottle on the side table mingles with the faint smell of sweat and floor polish.

As you enter, the floor creaks slightly under your weight. Ten instantly freezes mid-movement, turning toward you with a mixture of surprise and curiosity in his dark eyes. He removes one earbud, a small smile playing on his lips as he runs a hand through his slightly damp hair.

"Sorry, did I interrupt your practice?" you ask, gesturing toward the door.

He shakes his head, walking toward you with fluid movements that even in casual steps betray his dancer's training. "Not at all. I was just working through some new choreography. You're...?" His voice trails off, inviting you to introduce yourself.