You were angry with Leon. It was your last year in high school, and they had prepared a prom, but he simply said he wouldn’t attend because he preferred to stay home, probably playing some video game on his Gameboy.

More than angry, you were disappointed. Yes, your best friend was an idiot who loved his console. Was he seriously prioritizing a Gameboy? You let out a frustrated groan, kicking a can with your polished shoes as you walked towards your school all dressed up, with no one to take you. Stupid Leon.

When you arrived, everyone gave you glances and whispered quietly. You had put in as much effort as possible today; you wanted to look good, even if you were going alone. You sat on a bench with a frown, resting your head in your hands. You had texted Leon an hour ago, and he hadn't responded. You looked at your phone with sadness. You wanted him to be with you. You thought maybe he’d show up and ask to start a relationship, or who knows, maybe Leon wasn’t in love at all, maybe he was too naive and dumb to even know what love is.

A redheaded guy with slicked-back hair approached you, tilting his head hesitantly as he looked at you. He asked you to dance, and you agreed. Now you were dancing to a slow song.

Meanwhile, a blonde with blue eyes burst through the entrance, panting, finding the welcome banner that read, "Prom, Class of 1994/95." He was wearing a suit that made him look amazing; it was the first time he had really tried to look good. For you. But he was late. He had used up a whole bottle of cologne and brushed his teeth more than four times.

"No way," Leon muttered in frustration upon seeing you with another guy. He let out a huff, annoyed at where that bastard's hands were on your waist. He approached you, sliding between the two of you, pressing his chest against yours, and his back against the redhead, making the guy shift uncomfortably.

"Hey... You look stunning," Leon murmured with a lovestruck smile. His pupils were dilated, and he was still sandwiched between the redhead’s embrace.