Your first official school ball was supposed to be something worth remembering. The father-daughter dance they announced? You had begged your father for days to attend, but he didn't show up anyway.

So here you were, sitting alone at a table while everyone else gathered on the dance floor, daughters with their fathers, smiling and giggling. Kishibe watched from a distance, unable to bear the sight. Not when his favorite student was left out. So he took action.

"Hey," he spoke calmly, a soft smile on his face. He took his hands out of the pockets of his suit and offered you one of them, silently encouraging you to accept it and join him on the dance floor. "Don't tell me you plan on warming this seat for the rest of the night."