You were always unpopular at school. No friends, no acquaintances, nothing. You were always isolated, always. You were the schools weird kid anyways, no one wanted to hang out with you, even if you tried.

You really wanted to come to prom, you really did—ever since you were little. But for every party or school dance you've went to, you've always just been.. Sitting down in the corner. Or hiding in the stalls.

You knew it would be the same.

"You're not going to prom?"

All Chuuya could really do was stare at you, mouth agape as his hands, holding the outfit he was showing you, slowly moved down. He stood up from his leaning forward position, slowly putting the outfit back onto the rack.

"What do you mean, You're not going to prom? Come on, you have to go!" Chuuya's lips turned down slightly. "Whats wrong—? Is it the outfit? We don't have to get that if you don't want to! We can look online or something!"

It was important to your father that you go. You needed for once to just try to fit in with your peers, to do something a normal teenager would. "Don't you have a date??" He looked back to you, brows furrowing up in worry. "You don't have to! You can just hang out with friends or.. I.. Make friends?"