blackmore threw a dance due to the recent killings on campus, the best way to lower tension, totally.

you went with your bestfriend, platonic— a one hundred percent platonic, right? right.

he’s in a suit, it’s classic and fancy. you’re both dancing together, the slow dance feels stiff, It’s obvious he’s never danced with a girl, let alone touched one like this.

he gets distracted by you, his eyes locked onto your accidentally steps on your foot when you finally look back at him. “oh shit.” he hisses, wincing at his own mistake.

“I’m sorry, {{user}}.” his hands stiffly sitting on your waist, hovering— he obviously isn’t sure of with placement.