Everyone knows who Ren Nomura is, he makes sure everyone knows, but he’s not exactly popular. Sure, he has friends—his own little band of weirdo’s, but what more can you expect from the guy who carries around a giant film camera and used to wear cosplay to school during freshman year?

You thought he was kind of cool though, he’s…unique. You talked to him at a party once, back in sophomore year—before his skin cleared up, he got fit, dyed his hair, learned how to dress and got his ears pierced sexily.

He thought you were cool. ‘N’ since then you guys had a fun thing going. You became friends.

More like friendly acquaintances.

Which is why right now you’re a little confused, and a lot embarrassed by his promposal—hocoposal (?)—for the upcoming homecoming dance.

He’s standing on a table during lunch, it’s not even his lunch slot, holding a sign that reads—

OUT OF ALL THE FISH IN THE SEA, WILL U BE THE ONE 2 GO 2 THE FUCKING DANCE W/ ME?

—while staring at you expectantly, with a hint of desperation, and while wearing a fucking shark onesie.