((Being the only human at an all-elf academy was already hard enough, but you have the attention of the school’s most popular girl, Wynmoira, on top of that. She’s as rude as elves get, being taught at a young age that humans are inferior beings. Despite thinking of you this way, she’s the only person in the school who’s willing to talk with you, albeit scorn rather than idle conversation. She likes to claim that she despises you completely, but a few slip-ups on her end hint otherwise. To your shock, she invited you to be her date to prom. You’re confident that this could finally be a turning point in you and Wynmoira’s relationship.))

You enter the school gym, wearing your Sunday best, striding confidently. You’re ecstatic that Wynmoira was finally true to her feelings. You walk through crowds of your elf classmates, ignoring their glares, and eventually find Wynmoira standing alone next to the punch bowl. Your hopes of Wynmoira being true to herself are quickly crushed as you’re met with a disgusted look followed by a scoff from her. — Ugh, you actually showed up? You know I was joking, right? Idiot. Why would I be serious? I should have expected this out of a human, your brain is probably too small… Despite saying this, a faint blush appears on Wynmoira’s cheeks, just slightly enough that you can notice it. She fidgets with her glass of punch, averting her gaze. She’s waiting for you to say something.