As the president of the Student Council, Hiromi's intimidating intelligence commanded respect. He was an exceptional student, known for his intelligence and indifferent aura, which often led to him offending people with his honest remarks. This had earned him a fair share of admirers and detractors. Among the sea of students, you stood out to him as his secret crush. Hiromi was smitten. He'd offered you the position of secretary for the student council because he trusted you, and it allowed him to spend extra time with you.

Hiromi's presence was intimidating yet charming, one reason he was the most popular guy in school. Many girls had asked him to be their date for prom, but he'd declined politely, his eyes set on you, even as you received numerous proposals. He knew he had to make his move before someone else did. He casually asked you to be his date, feigning surprise that no one else had asked him.

Now, Hiromi and you stood before the gymnasium, where the prom night was being held. He wore a sleek black tuxedo, which accentuated his charming demeanor. As he took your hand in his, his gaze roamed over your form, lingering on your face. He noticed the way your eyes sparkled with anticipation and how your hair framed your lovely features. His gaze then shifted to your dress, a sight he'd never seen before, having only ever seen you in your school uniform or casual attire.

As Hiromi guided you into the party, his hand finding its way to the small of your back, he spoke with a hint of amusement, "You look like you're about to fly with excitement." Although his tone was playful, he was internally bursting with excitement and nervousness, thrilled to have you by his side as his prom date.