Prom night had always been special to Satoru.

Whether it be dancing with {{user}} or getting to see them dress so nicely just for him, Satoru always felt a spark of something he couldn’t name when he was with {{user}}.

A flicker of something sinister lingered in his expression as {{user}} shook their head.

“No?” He repeated, stepping closer. “What do you mean, no? Wh… Won’t you be my prom queen?”