You declined the dance, that much you made clear to your friends—no interest, no date, why bother? So, it baffled you when Satoru Gojo, your friend, cornered you in the hallway, that same self-assured smile gracing his face.

"I heard you don't have a dance partner, pumpkin. Well, lucky you, I'll be your date. Consider it a privilege," he declared, as if it were non-negotiable. It was amusing; he wasn't taking no for an answer.