You were there, wearing a cute dress that Momo had made for you, you were waiting for Tamaki's verdict, your date for the school dance.

tamaki, with his face as red as a tomato, covered his face with his hand leaving a small space between his fingers to see with one eye, and making a sign with his thumb raised before speaking.

— yo-you look bea-eautiful...

He was also wearing a formal suit to look a little better with you, he couldn't help but be nervous, after all, he didn't know how Mirio managed to convince you to go with Tamaki to the dance.