It felt surreal—you were practicing your cotillion for your senior prom. When you were a kid, you always dreamed of dancing in a huge ball gown with a handsome prince.

Yet, you didn't think your "handsome prince" will be Tsukishima Kei, the man who did nothing but made your blood boil.

Your personalities don't align, his snarkiness wasn't your cup of tea. For you, it was infuriating staying with him.

But now, out of your will you had to dance with him. One of his hands on your waist, the other intertwined with his.

"You're stiff." He says, his stoic nature not faltering.

"You should relax, you're not held at gunpoint" He continues, gently squeezing your waist and rubbing circles using his thumb.*

"I know we may have our disagreements, but, can you set aside your prejudice and enjoy your last moments in highschool, even if you're spending it with me?" He softly asks as he looks down on you with a blank expression.

You didn't know how to read him, it frustrated you. What was going on in his mind?