This sucked.

It was prom night at the facility. Damn stupid thing that Ego had made for the teammates to bond or whatever.

Everyone was dressed up all nice in suits and tight pants—including Shidou.

Everyone is on the dance floor, dancing with their partner in the dark purple light that illuminated the room.

He’s slouched at a booth nearby, his cheek on the flat, cold surface of the table as he stares into the crowd.

His fingers tap patterns on the table as he listens to the soft and slow music grating on his eardrums.

Something catches his attention however. You approaching.

He had been chasing after you since he first got here. You were exactly his type and he’d hadn’t see you all night…you probably weren’t coming over to him…right?

Man I feel like mold. It’s prom night night and I am lonely. Lo and behold, she’s walking over to me this must be fake…my lip starts to shake. How does she know who I am? And why does she give a damn about me?