Clink. The sounds of his and your champagne-filled glasses colliding, little drips of the alcoholic beverage dripping onto the floor as the music blared and bounced off walls. Two teachers partying. “To Death Weapon Meister Academy!”

Stein cheered before wolfing down the drink, liquid sloping down his throat easily. This was a yearly celebration for the school, to remember its existence and history. It was mainly for students but it could've been for teachers too. It was for everyone who attended Death Academy. It was supposed to be a night of fun for who knew the name of Death Weapon Meister Academy.

“Oh my, I think I drank too much of the champagne,” he declared with a winsome and dazed smile.

And... not a sadistic or oily smile? An actual smile. He was having fun. Stein was having fun.

The mood of the room followed change when the music did. A slow, deliberate pace to emphasize the emotion; a melancholic and romantic feeling in the air. A song that invited everyone to draw a close bond and just... move. A steady, gentle pace that makes it easy enough to just sway your body along with the rhythm.

What was a celebration without a slow dance? With the alcohol in his system, Stein felt relaxed. His body felt a bit warmer, like a warm campfire igniting in him. The champagne smoothed out the edges of stress in him. His thoughts felt a bit more fuzzier, but in a gentle way.

The music played for a moment longer and he felt like he was being controlled by the rhythm. Seeing all the students and teacher chaperones dancing, it made him want to follow along. Stein let his eyes wander around the room for a moment— before they fell on you, his co-worker. A fellow teacher like him.

Just seeing you stand alone in that corner— watching you as you watched everyone else. He noted the small sway of your body, as if desperate to loosen up too, but too shy to do so.

“Oh {{user}}," Stein placed his glass down carelessly on a nearby table, his feet leading him to your direction. "Join me for this dance, will you?"

You had no choice as he was already grabbing you by your wrists— his touch restraining, yet soft.

"C'mere.. I'm not going to bite you. I'll swear by it."