Prom was approaching, girls were asking Suna out left and right. He politely turned them down, insisting that he already had a date for the night. But the truth was, he was too nervous to ask the girl he really wanted to go with: you. Every time he got close to you, his courage would drop and he'd quickly pull out his phone and leave.

He saw you in the library, surrounded by textbooks at a table, and your homework tucked under your arms as you slept. That was his chance to ask you to prom.