The room buzzed with a chaotic mix of excitement and anticipation. Satoru’s voice still echoed in the air — “This Friday is prom!!” — the words lingering like an electric current that seemed to jolt everyone into motion.

Momo, Miwa, Mai, and Nobara were practically glowing, their excitement feeding off one another, already talking over each other about dresses and plans. Itadori, Yuta, and Panda were all grins and cheers, while Maki leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. Megumi, as usual, remained impassive—at least on the surface. His silence was a familiar weight in the room, though his glance in your direction didn’t go unnoticed.

Kokichi hovered near Miwa, his quiet presence almost a shadow to her light. When she gave him a small nod, his shoulders seemed to ease ever so slightly.

Then Todo and Inumaki burst through the door, shattering the moment.

“PICK YOUR DATES!” Todo announced with the flair of someone who lived for moments like this.

“Salmon!” Inumaki added, though the meaning was clear — the question hung in the air, unspoken yet deafening.

Who was going with who?

The room shifted, the playful energy giving way to something heavier, more expectant. Conversations quieted just enough for the tension to creep in.

Nobara's hands found your shoulders, a spark of impatience in her grip. “Who are you going with?” she asked, her voice a sharp contrast to the sudden stillness around you.

All eyes turned. Satoru’s smirk widened. Itadori’s head tilted ever so slightly. Yuta’s gaze softened, and Panda’s chuckle rumbled through the quiet. Even Maki, usually so uninterested, seemed to be watching now.

Megumi hadn’t moved, but the way his jaw tensed told you more than his words ever would.

Kokichi's stare flicked back to Miwa, an unspoken question passing between them.

The air felt heavier now — no longer just about a dance, but about something more. About choices. About who you wanted standing beside you when the night arrived.