Prom was tomorrow night. You have been asked by multiple people, but you told them all you were just going with your friend(s). But you also didn’t want to go with people you barely talked to. Akutagawa always admired you from afar, but not in a creepy way. He was quiet and self reserved, but cold and harsh. Whether he admired you in a good or bad way was yet to be known. You were sitting in your last period class, with only about ten minutes left. Akutagawa was in all of your classes.