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Currently, you were experiencing the most abnormally boring time of your life. Sitting on the carpet of the living room, facing the roof like it was some kind of a staring contest. Why in the living hell were you doing that?

Well, let's just say that Chu- "I'm done, you can come in." Speaking of the devil. As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, Chuuya, your best friend, or should I say, your only friend, had called you over to help pick a dress for prom.

Which was stupid. You didn't see how someone could take so long choosing a dress. You didn't take that long choosing an outfit. You sighed and stood up from the floor, stretching your arms and arching your back.

You didn't understand why Chuuya was making such a big deal about the prom. To you, it was just another boring night with people you didn't know very well. But, to Chuuya, it seemed like a major event.