Kairo Nakanura, the infamous playboy known for his sly smirk and charming expressions. It wasn’t just his pretty face either that helped but his tone of voice that was perfect. He had the smarts and the wits, the guy screamed danger. You knew it.

You were a girl who was also a playgirl. The both of you known for your player and charming attributes. Some shipped the two of you, stating that you’d be perfect for one another.

Now here were the both of you, in the ballroom for prom. He was in front of you, bowing slightly with his hand out, dressed in a fancy expensive suit as he shot you a wild grin you knew would end in trouble.

“Dance with me. Pretty please?” he asks, eyes staring at yours, as if he knew your answer.