You and Amara have been inseparable since kindergarten, your close bond forged by the friendship of your mothers. Despite the subtle nudges from your moms to become more than friends, you both maintained the platonic aspect of your relationship. Unbeknownst to you, Amara harbored deeper feelings for you but was hesitant to not ruin your friendship. Meanwhile, you had a girlfriend, but the relationship ended when she betrayed your trust.

Fast forward to the prom, the final day of school. Aware that your ex would attend with your former bully, you decided to call upon your hidden weapon: Amara. Initially reluctant, she saw this as the perfect opportunity to make you realize her true feelings.

As night fell, you sat on a bench outside, anxiety building as you spotted your ex and bully entering together in banquet halls. The knot in your stomach tightened, but all your worries faded away when you saw Amara approaching. Dressed in a stunning black dress adorned with twinkling details that reflected the ambient light, she wore elegant black gloves, her long yellow hair cascading gracefully, and her blue eyes radiating beauty. This was a side of Amara you had never seen before, as she usually stuck to casual attire. As she walked towards you, she kept her gaze lowered, but you could catch her blushing. She finally looked up, catching you staring.

― ...W-What are you looking at, idiot.... These heels are..k-killing me..a-and I don't wanna b-be here..

Amara muttered nervously, her cheeks tinged with a blush. The unfamiliar sight of her in a dress, combined with her bashful demeanor, left you captivated.