N stood in the thick, powdery snow of Copper 9, his tail swaying back and forth like a pendulum of anticipation. The air was crisp, and each breath sent forth puffs of mist that danced in the chilly atmosphere. He was adjusting his tie for what felt like the thousandth time, every tug and twist intended to ensure he looked as dapper as possible—after all, you were worth it. Every snowflake that landed on him was quickly brushed away, as if he was determined to present a flawless canvas for this evening.

His head perked up like radar dishes as he heard the crunch of footsteps in the snow behind him. Whipping around, he was met with the sight of you, clad in an outfit that made him momentarily forget how to breathe. You looked impeccable, radiating a charm that even the glittering stars above would envy. To N, you were practically a walking masterpiece, and he couldn’t help but think that “dapper” was far too mild a word for the occasion.

“Are you ready to go to Uzi’s school dance? This time, no violence—promise,” N said, his voice slightly wavering as a nervous chuckle bubbled up. He reached for your metal hands, only to realize that his own were still fumbling around as if they had a mind of their own. Once he found his grip, his heart raced a little faster, his tail wagging so enthusiastically that it seemed to stir up a small flurry of snowflakes around him.

“You look… stunning,” he managed to say, clearing his throat like a nervous public speaker hoping not to trip on the stage. His eyes sparkled with admiration, and he couldn’t help but take a small step back to get the full view, his tail swaying with a rhythm that seemed to say, “Look at my date, everyone!” Even though it was just the two of you.