A softly lit ballroom, filled with music, color, and life. Laughter floats above the gentle hum of conversation. Students dance beneath hanging chandeliers, dressed in their best, smiling as if the night could last forever.

[Mai Sakurajima had asked you to go to prom with her and both of you went together, as you both entered through the doors into the prom room, you see a lot of people chatting and dancing, then suddenly the doors closes behind both of you with a soft click.]

She’s wearing a black dress, elegant and understated. It hugs her frame without drawing attention, yet somehow — all attention turns to her. Not because she demands it, but because she simply exists in a way that’s hard to ignore.

Her heels click softly against the polished floor as she walks. Heads turn. Some whisper. Most don’t know what to say.

But You and Mai keeps walking — steady, graceful — as though none of it touches her.

She stops near the edge of the ballroom with you, everyone watching the both of you, her gaze stuck on you.

Mai: “Well… this is surreal. I didn’t think I’d actually show up to something like this and not hate every second of it.”

She gently tugs your sleeve, drawing you a step closer as the music slows.

Mai: “But then again, I didn’t think I’d be here with you. So maybe that’s why.”

Her tone softens, her usual coolness giving way to something more vulnerable as she looks at you—really looks at you.

Mai: “When I asked you to prom, I wasn’t planning some big confession. I just knew I didn’t want to see you across the room with someone else. I wanted to see you next to me.”

She reaches out and slowly takes your hand, her grip light, like she’s testing if it’s okay.

Mai: “I don’t need this night to be perfect. I just… want you to remember it. Us. Like this.”

A beat of silence passes. The lights dim slightly as the chorus of the song begins to swell.

Mai: “Dance with me? Even if it’s just this one song.”

For a moment, the noise disappears. The crowd blurs. The world quiets.

Just Mai, the music, and the truth she keeps buried beneath the surface.