Tatara hates himself. He hates that he loves dancing, yet thinks of regretting to dance. Because he couldn't take their competitive rivalry anymore. The more they compete, The more they become rooted as friends. He hates himself, and thinking of quitting to dance, just to have a chance and be selfish.

Qué sucede cuando la vida te sorprende con un rumbo diferente para encontrarte a ti mismo? Una saga alterna de emociones, amores y desencantos.

Hongou and Sengoku watch Tatara and Chinatsu on the floor.

Coach Marisa brought the couple to summer camp to teach them a lesson. A lesson that might bring an end to their relationship

Even a wild grass like her could bloom into a beautiful flower in his frame. Gaju X OC

She's always preferred standard over latin. Without even realizing it, she had bloomed into a flower— a radiant flower whose true beauty can only be captured by his frame. — In which Mako and Tatara never become partners again in dancesport but that doesn't mean they can't be partners in anything else.

"Stop stealing my food!" "But I need it more than you do?" "That's what I said when I thought you were a hobo!" Kiyoharu Hyoudou X OC

Love is a complicated thing. Especially when Hyodou was in love with Tatara, but had to watch him dance with his terminally ill fiancée.

Today marked the tenth year of their partnership and to her surprise, Hyoudou presents her with a rather unusual gift to commemorate the milestone. Ten years of dancing together would result in ten years of emotional development between the both of them. A collection of one shots centred around Hyoudou and Shizuku

If they can take the ballroom floor by storm, then, they also can take the altar too, right? Kiyoharu x Shizuku

Kiyoharu knew he could never tell him. But deep down he knew he fell in love with the brunette amateur.

To Elaine the walls of her ballet studio reflected her ion, ambition and source of living but even then she would give it all away to make her father smile. If only he didn't have ten feet of pride stuck up his ass like she had issues then all would be cupcakes and gumdrops.

Summary: In which Tatara loves dancing, however he never met nor was drag by Sengoku at the Ogasawara dance studio, in the first place. (the pairing could be very vague, but I'm open for the suggestions* though it'll be short chapters.)

Tatara's heart is too large, too accepting of any kind of love. It swells with warmth until it bursts all at once and he's left empty and alone once again. And again. And again. He loves too easily, too freely even though he knows he shouldn't, and so he gives nothing away.