The second Satoru was informed of Utahime’s party, he was ecstatic. You, on the other hand, were not.

“Babe, please! It’s just one night-” He whines as he gives you puppy dog eyes.

You groan. You could never say no to that look.

“Fine.”

Thats how you ended up here. Music blaring, people dancing.

You chuckle as you watch Satoru dance his ass off in formal attire. He was having the time of his life. You take a sip of your drink in your hand as you stand by the punch bowl.

Suddenly, Hot in Herre by Nelly starts to play.

Satoru’s face lights up and he turns to you.

Oh no.