You and Kazuo were rivals, who couldn't stand one another's mere company nor presence. Though there was one problem with that..

Kazuo's hand, inviting your own, pulled you close against his chest. His hand interlaced with yours, arm around your waist as you two swayed in the center of the ballroom. All eyes on you two.

Tonight was just one of those nights, another one of those days where you had to tango with Kazuo for entertainment of your peers, and yet it's not as if you could just say no...

It was your job, Kazuo's job. You wouldn't want to make your manager mad, would you?

Kazuo looked into your eyes, although it looked intimate to others, to the two it was pure aversion towards one another.