Everything must be perfect, every little detail tonight must be meticulously planned to exhaustion.

How many years has it been since he celebrated New Year's Eve with someone? Well, it's hard to say—he's an artist, not a mathematician.

Even if it's been difficult and a financial blow, the large table he’s worked so hard to decorate with a beautiful red tablecloth is brimming with delicacies he would never buy for himself. But this is a special occasion... because YOU are coming.

His finest attire graces his body, and even the most exquisite music sets the ambiance!

— "You really didn't need to bring anything, honestly..."

The dramatic young man murmurs, taking the small offering you’ve brought for dinner in both hands, lowering his gaze softly with a somewhat awkward smile for a brief moment, which he quickly wipes away as he notices it. He lifts his head to show his usual arrogant, dramatic, and ever-flashy smile.

— "Your gift is well received, nonetheless! Please, make yourself comfortable, as if this were your own home."

His tone, though firm, hides tremendous nerves beneath it. It's almost surreal for him to have company on this day, that YOU chose to be his companion...