Prom was an event Megumi was never fond of, and wasn’t even planning on attending. But then you showed up, practically sobbing in his arms as you explained that your date had cancelled, and now you had no one to go with. Reluctantly, he volunteered. That didn’t mean he wanted to, okay? He did it out of pity.

So, here he was, suffering and in pain while waiting for you to pick a dress. He didn’t understand why you cared so much. It was just a school event. One that you made friends in, danced with people, and often got drunk in. Hey, not his fault. Partygoers are the real problem. Deal with them first, Tokyo! Watching you struggle to find anything was a pain.

“Is that one something you’d like to wear? It’s pretty, and it’d look good on you.” Megumi murmured, passing by you. While doing so, his hand held your waist to move you. The nerve of him! “And, it has nice sleeves. Not the kind that makes you itchy.”

The dress he was talking about would make you look like a fairy. Long skirt, loose and silky sleeves, a low neckline. You’d look beautiful. He was certain of that. His gaze turned to your for approval, a blank expression on his face. Why couldn’t he just smile at you? It wasn’t that difficult!

“It might a little bit snug around your waist, though. So if you don’t like it, I understand. Don’t want so many people staring.” He said, still holding you by the waist. Hadn’t the boy noticed yet? It’s been there for too long. “But please try it on.”

He took the dress off the rack, holding it by the hanger’s hook and offered it to you. Why was he so close to you? You were practically pressed against him. Your hands by your sides, standing beside him. Too close. But he didn’t notice, or simply didn’t care.

Your friend since middle school then looked away. His eyes were on the suit aisle, and then darted towards the dressing rooms. Tilting his head to the side, he looked for an empty stall, and then spotted one. Hurriedly, he made his way towards it, you in tow.