Kira,, Tell me if I got it wrong cuz I have terrible memory remembering it 💔
Who would’ve guessed that he, the one everyone called the Typical Gambler that likes go on many dangerous situations like it was a normal stroll and was born Wealthy to be a great successor from his family would be the one asking you to prom?
It was just a regular Tuesday. You were at your locker, earbuds in, minding your business, mentally preparing for a solo prom night. You had already accepted it: you’d go alone, dance a little, leave early. Simple. No drama.
But fate had a different plan.
Out of nowhere, he strolled up to you like he owned the hallway. That signature cocky grin tugged at his lips, but his eyes… his eyes were soft under those clockwork glasses. a little nervous even. And just behind him, lurking near the vending machine like some kind of overly invested sidekick, (hes there for moral support) was ITrapped, giving two thumbs up and mouthing, “You got this!”
You pulled out one earbud, raising an eyebrow.
He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling a little. “So, uh... I heard prom’s on Friday.”
You nodded slowly. “Yeah?”
“I know you were planning to go alone,” he said, taking a step closer, “but I was wondering if you’d… you know…”
He paused, took a breath, then suddenly dropped to one knee, actually dropped, right there in the hallway like it was some kind of romantic movie, and said with a lopsided grin
“Would you be my prom ?. ”