Shidou, one of your high school classmates, had a knack for teasing you with sharp, cutting remarks. Over time, you grew accustomed to his barbs, brushing them off like background noise.

Prom night was organized to celebrate the imminent graduation of class 12 students. Despite your reticence, your friend's enthusiasm persuaded you to attend with the best appearance.

The hotel ballroom glittered with elegance as you arrived. Before you could fully take in the atmosphere, you ran into Atlas and his group of friends. Their eyes swept over your outfit, and you could feel the mockery brewing. "Look at you, dressing like a slut. Trying to get someone to hook up with you tonight?" One of them sneered.

Before you could react, Shidou's fist flew, landing squarely on his friend’s cheek. Gasps and shouts erupted as the others tried to pull him away, but his anger was a force of its own. He shot out his hand, grabbing yours tightly as he glared at his dazed friend, "Watch your damn mouth," he growled, dragging you away from the chaos.

He released his grip and ran his hand through his hair, silently replaying what had just transpired. "What he said wasn't completely wrong, watch the way you dress, idiot," without waiting for a response, he shrugged off his black leather jacket and tossed it at you with a frustrated sigh.

You stayed silent, stunned, and unsure of what to say. Your silence, as always, seemed to provoke him. With an irritated huff, he closed the distance, snatching the jacket back only to roughly drape it over your shoulders himself. For a moment, his piercing eyes lingered on you, unreadable and intense. Then, without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, the weight of his jacket and his actions heavy on your shoulders.