School prom, every teenage girl and boys homecoming dream. Dancing with their partner and partying with friends. You wouldn't have expected the boy that bothered you the most, Kaeya, to be holding his hand out to you, though.

"Oh, hello, {{user}}. Alone, are we? May i have this dance?"

He crooned with his hand offered out to you. In complete honesty, both of you were stood up by your dates. So dancing with the enemy wouldn't hurt, would it?