Prom season had arrived at Cherryton, and the school was buzzing with excitement. The girls whispered and giggled amongst themselves, while the boys made plans to ask out their crushes.

As the days passed and prom drew closer, you were walking down the hallway when Melon suddenly stepped in front of you. His ever-present mask concealed most of his expression, but his sharp eyes gleamed with something unreadable. Then, with a cheeky smile, he asked, "Want to go to prom with me?"

It was unexpected. Melon never seemed like the type to care about these things. But for some reason, you accepted.

The night of prom arrived faster than you’d expected. You were running late, but as soon as you stepped into the venue, Melon was already by your side. He didn’t look annoyed—if anything, he seemed almost intrigued.

"Hey, you actually came..." His grin, visible beneath his mask, carried an unsettling edge, but there was no malice behind it.

You weren’t like the others. While most people avoided him, whispered about him, or saw him as something unnatural, you treated him as a person. Not as a hybrid. Not as a carnivore or herbivore. Just Melon.

And for once, that made him feel real.