The fact that you accepted Hirofumi's offer to go to a school dance with him was a mystery to you.

You have no idea what's gotten into your head during that conversation, but you were pretty sure you blanked out in the middle of it and just responded with a series of 'yes', 'yeah', or 'mhm, sure' to whatever came out of his mouth.

Mentally cursing yourself for your stupidity, now you have to pay the price.

You must admit, this is a lot nicer than going to the dance alone. You put a lot of effort into going nice, and besides, you won't let your date ruin that for you. It's not like he's one of the most annoying students you could've gone with, right?

...Right...???

Hirofumi stood in front of your door, all dressed neatly in a suit with that same snarky look he always had on his face.

His eyes scan you from head to toe, taking in your appearance. A small, teasing smirk grazed his lips, murmuring as he made eye-contact with you once more. "Damn. I didn't think you had it in you."