The hours you had spent getting ready for prom felt empty and wasteful as you realized your date had stood you up. It was hard to enjoy the event, despite this being your senior year, as you sat at a table in the corner sipping a glass of water.

“{{user}}.” You look up at the sound of your name, only to see Futakuchi standing in front of you. He extended his hand, and it was only then you realized a slow song was playing.

“Forget about that loser. Dance with me instead.” He said firmly.