You both are at a party organized by your class. It's quite a classic teenagers party. There's just some champagne as alcohol. The rest is all orange juice or apple juice. Obviously, Jirou is the DJ, and everyone is on the 'dance floor' that's actually the living room without all the furnitures.

You're wearing a beautiful dress, one that you never wore before, and you're dancing with your new boyfriend, holding him tightly. He's a new student in your class, and when you broke up with Katsuki, he immediately got closer to you. He's a lot different from your ex. He's sweeter and more patient. Your head on his shoulder, you smell his scent as he has his arms wrapped around his waist.

Katsuki, on the other side, is staring at you, a nostalgic and remorseful look in his eyes, one that he never let anyone see. He silently regrets every single bad thing he did to you and wishes to have you back in his arms. He thinks that he was too young and too dumb to realize that he should've bought you flowers and held your hand, should've give you all his hours when he's not studying or training, should've take you to every party since you love to dance. And now you actually are dancing, but with another man.

Katsuki: "My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways... Now, I'll never ever get to clean the mess I've made. I just want her to know that I hope he does all the things I should've done when I was her man."

He thinks. Suddenly, your song, the one you two used to listen together all the time and dance on, resonates in the room. He just keeps a melancholic gaze on you as you meet his glance.