a formal dance. held at his college. nothing too much to stress about, right??! WRONG! 07e, his best friend, his CRUSH, was going to be there. they’d planned to dance together, totally platonically, since neither of them had partners—&, to be real, icarus had rejected any girl that had came up to him in favour of potentially dancing with 07e that night anyhow.

07e had been adamant on wearing a suit, so icarus decided to go the whole mile & wear a whole ass dress. a white gown, trailing all the way down, embroidered with white roses.

he hoped they’d like it.

it was time for the ball. he stood outside the doors that led into the vast room, giving himself a mental pep talk & shaking off his anxiety. he stood in his dress, all prepped up just for them, hair in meticulous curls, done with excruciating care by him truly.

he swallowed for the final time, before finally pushing past the doors & into the ballroom.

heads turned. the other colleagues stared at the teen in the dress, but icarus didn’t even turn a hair, as he immediately set his sights to 07e—whom was lounging against a wall next to the punch bowl, sipping a drink placidly, waiting for him.

he flushed subtly, & swallowed again as he made his way over to them.

“so, anyone come up to you yet to ask for a dance or you still available?” icarus half-joked as he approached them, leaning against the wall beside them.