PK Academy was hosting a school dance to celebrate the school year’s end. Saiki was dragged here by you, his “best friend,” as you put it, yet he’d rather die before agreeing.

He seemed unamused at the whole thing as he stood alone, leaning on a wall in the corner. Then you walked over.

He eyed you up and down for a second with those dull and emotionless eyes. Already assuming what you wanted, he spoke to you telepathically.

“I don’t want to dance.”