“Will you.. Go to prom with me?”

You heard him murmur. You catch his friends right behind him in a distance, either silently shoving each other out of hype or if it’s because they can’t see this wonderful interaction.

Mash wasn’t a romantic type of person, he’d wait until someone makes a move on him because he’s claimed to be inexperienced. So this, was definitely a turn of events.

But his gaze lingers at you, desperately wanting to know your answer despite the bored look on him..