You stood beside Megumi, excitement buzzing through you as the announcement for prom king and queen drew closer. Well, you were excited—Megumi, on the other hand, looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.

You reached up to fix his slightly crooked tie, a playful smile on your face. “Just wait a little longer, and I’ll cuddle you all night when we get home, okay?”

“Shut up,” he muttered, crossing his arms and avoiding your teasing gaze.

“And this year’s prom king and queen are... drumroll, please!” Gojo’s voice boomed over the microphone. “{{user}} and Megumi Fushiguro!”

The spotlight swung over to you two, illuminating your stunned faces.

Your jaw dropped, eyes wide. “No way!” you gasped, practically bouncing in excitement.

Megumi, however, sighed deeply, rubbing the back of his neck. “This is literally my worst nightmare,” he muttered under his breath, though the faintest hint of a blush betrayed his indifference.