The air in the grand ballroom was a symphony of controlled chaos. The scent of hairspray mingled with nervous sweat and the faint, sweet perfume of anticipation. Shizuku Hanaoka, poised and elegant in her practice dress, felt the familiar thrum of the floor beneath her feet, a comforting vibration that usually settled her nerves into a sharp, focused calm.

Today, however, that calm was a fragile thing, threatening to shatter.

Her dance partner, Kiyoharu Hyoudou, adjusted his tie, his gaze earnest. "You okay, Shizuku-chan? You seem a little… distracted."

Shizuku offered a tight, forced smile. "Just pre-competition jitters, Kiyoharu-kun. Nothing I can't handle." She straightened her shoulders, willing herself to believe it. Her eyes scanned the bustling perimeter of the practice floor, searching for… something. Or rather, someone.

And then she saw her, her dance rival {{user}}.

Across the polished expanse, gliding with an almost predatory grace, was You , in a dress the colour of a deep sapphire, shimmering under the dazzling lights. Your hair, usually pinned in a severe bun for competition, was loosely swept to one side, catching the light like liquid obsidian. Your partner, a tall, nondescript man, faded into the background as You commanded the space, every movement fluid, confident, and utterly captivating.

"It's... Her" Shizuku's breath hitched. Her dance partner Kiyoharu looked at you and then her "Who's she?" He asked