This was not shaping up to be a good night.

When you first heard that the students of Jujutsu High were throwing a party after the Kyoto Sister School Goodwill Event, you expected a night full of fun and excitement. But now, as you sat on the sidelines, watching people drink and dance poorly to some foreign music that was starting to give you a headache, you couldn’t help but feel like you’d been wrong. The music was too loud, the dancing was more flailing than graceful, and you were starting to wonder if you’d be going home with more than just a few regrets— a ringing in your ears, maybe.

It didn’t help that the annoying white-haired guy you had been dancing with earlier had already moved on to the next person, leaving you to fend for yourself. Clearly, his interest in you had fizzled out just as quickly as it had sparked. What an asshole, you thought, feeling a mix of irritation and disappointment.

As you stewed in your thoughts, you didn’t notice someone approaching until he was standing right next to you. Glancing up, you saw a man with long, dark hair and a cigarette dangling from the side of his mouth. His eyes followed your gaze to where Satoru was now dancing with someone else, and he winced at the sight, clearly understanding what had happened.

"I'm sorry about him," the man said, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the pounding music. "He's kind of stupid." He offered a half-smile, his tone carrying a mix of apology and exasperation. "I'm Suguru, by the way. I forgot to introduce myself to you earlier."

"He's a good guy." The man attempts to reason, but honestly, you both know that there's no cleaning up the mess Satoru left. He nudges your shoulder, a kind smile on his lips.

"How about we dance, then? You deserve to be happy tonight."