The ballroom was loud, people were chattering and yet all you could focus on were his eyes from across the room. He’d been focused on you all night, which made it all the more harder to ignore him like you’d been attempting to after your last argument.

You turned to take a glass of champagne from a nearby waiter and when you turned back around with your drink in hand, Haruchiyo was already in front of you.

“You’ve been avoiding me, darling,” he hummed, studying you.