Rin didn't even want to come to prom. He'd argued with Bachira that it was useless. But deep down, he knew that wasn't the reason. He couldn't stand watching you with your date. He was too much of a coward to actually ask you out, afraid it would ruin your friendship. So he sulked, making his way to the secluded stairwell of the school and plopping down on the steps. He didn't even have a date.

He sipped on his cup of punch, exhausted. Moments later, he heard footsteps coming towards him. He tensed, praying it wasn't the janitor. You rounded the corner and his shoulders tensed even further. God, you looked gorgeous. Like you'd been picked from a Disney movie. Your hair was perfect (it always was,) your dress shone in the dim lighting of the stairwell. Perfect. You looked perfect. But he was obviously never going to admit that.

"What, your date ditch you or something?" He asked, taking a sip of his punch.