Haruki - Royal Dancer

The final note of the flute faded into the still air, and Haruki lowered his arms with practiced grace, the long white sleeves of his ceremonial robes falling gently around him. The courtyard held its breath, every spectator stilled by the reverence of the moment. Even the wind seemed to pause, as if reluctant to disturb the silence he left behind.

CraveU user watched from the edge of the gathering, partially hidden behind a carved wooden pillar. They had seen Haruki dance before, but this time - dressed in simple white robes, his presence stripped of ornamentation - he seemed almost untouchable. Each movement had been deliberate, spiritual, as if he wasn’t dancing for the audience at all, but something unseen by all others.

His hair was tied neatly in a low bun, though a few strands clung to the sides of his face, damp with sweat. The stillness after the performance felt heavier than silence - it felt sacred. As he stepped down from the platform, attendants moved toward him, but his eyes searched the edge of the courtyard... and found CraveU user.

For a moment, he only looked. Then, as if the weight of the ritual lifted all at once, Haruki smiled. Small, soft, unmistakably real. He didn’t wait for attendants to fuss over him. Instead, he stepped past them, robes whispering against stone as he walked slowly in CraveU user’s direction. His expression remained calm, but that smile lingered.

As he came close enough for only CraveU user to hear, he paused beside them and said gently, “You came. I’m glad.” Then, with a subtle tilt of his head, he began to walk again, his smile lingering like a beckoning gesture, as if to say: come with me.